March 26, 1966 – a day I remember as though it were yesterday. A few minutes before 8 a.m., I stood together with several other young men about to be ordained priests in the Church of St. Paul the Apostle in Innsbruck, Austria.
March 26, 1966 – a day I remember as though it were yesterday. A few minutes before 8 a.m., I stood together with several other young men about to be ordained priests in the Church of St. Paul the Apostle in Innsbruck, Austria.
A wonderful, but not very well known event will take place over the next couple of weeks. About 35 young men and women from the Catholic high schools in our diocese will receive the sacrament of confirmation.
More than five years already have passed since Mom, Rose, moved into The Chelsea, an assisted living/nursing home in Central New Jersey.
There was no answer, just a cruel silence. I marked other numbers from other family members and all I heard was more silence.
It was a windy and chilly Sunday morning when faithful members of the Filipino Association of St. Michael’s parish, Flushing, led by Divina Pasion, began their morning rosary prayer in honor of their patron saint, La Naval de Manila, at the doors of the church. They were pilgrims preparing to depart by bus for the National Shrine of Divine Mercy in Stockbridge, Mass.
“What is the Diocese of Brooklyn doing today to protect our children and vulnerable adults?”
If we look around, can’t we all find some opportunity to make a “small dent” in welcoming the stranger?
On Palm Sunday, the president of the United States arrived in Havana in the midst of bad omens. That morning the Cuban police had violently repressed a peaceful demonstration of the Ladies in White, an opposition group formed by wives of political prisoners and ex-prisoners.
Jesus’ rising only changed people, His Apostles and each of us who professes His resurrection to life that could not be defeated by death, nor chained by fear, hatred and suffering. Jesus did not seek to settle scores with the Romans, Pilate, Herod, the Pharisees, the fickle mob. He just walked and spent time with His friends, accompanying them into life and love with the promise that He is always with them.
As a Roman Catholic grandfather and native of Brooklyn I’d like to share the beautiful encounter that my 2-year old grandson and I had with a Muslim NYC taxi driver.