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      <title>If You Do Not Like the Weather</title>
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           We sure have experienced big weather swings this year, haven’t we? One moment it is sunny and summer-like, and the next moment it is cold and there are snow flurries, and then the next moment brings severe weather with threats of damaging wind, hail and possible tornadoes. All of this can be quite unsettling at times.
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           I believe El Niño happens when the ocean water in the central Pacific becomes warmer than normal, causing warmer winters in the northern USA. Similarly, La Niña happens when the ocean water in the Pacific becomes cooler than normal, causing colder winters. El Niño creates weaker winds and La Niña stronger winds, as I understand it. Beyond this limited understanding, weather does seem to be a mystery at times.
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           In any case, I do believe the warming of our planet is making weather more unsettled and less predictable to everyday people like you and me. It is probably fascinating for meteorologists though.
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           This reminds me of the old saying: “If you do not like the weather, wait an hour and it will change.”
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           This uncertainty is different from the uncertainty of situations in life that cause us to walk by faith.
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           The one constant in our lives is the clear fact that we are absolutely loved by God, and that never changes, despite whatever earthly conditions we may face.
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           Trusting in Jesus and surrendering ourselves to the protection of His Sacred Heart enables us to face the headwinds in life while knowing we are not alone and can be grounded in the protection of His loving heart.
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           What better place can we find ourselves in whatever life throws at us!
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      <pubDate>Tue, 14 Apr 2026 19:08:03 GMT</pubDate>
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           My wife and I live in a tri-level house in Dyer, Indiana. About 15 years ago, we decided to replace the bland, cement sidewalk leading from our driveway toward the front door entrance of the house with brick pavers. Then, we planted flowerbeds on either side of the pavers to enhance the warmth we hoped to reflect when one walks into our home.
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           One side effect from planting flowers on either side of the pavers (even with the edging placed against the soil) is that, when it rains hard and flowers are not present to absorb the rain (in the springtime for example,) soil from the flowerbeds gets washed over the edging and onto the brick pavers. This leaves an unsightly, dirty appearance with the consequence of enabling the dirt to be tracked into the house.
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           When this misplaced soil is present on the pavers, we need to either hose down the bricks or sweep the soil away after it dries. This can be a tedious process when it rains frequently, especially if it is a downpour, as what has happened in the last two weeks. After the brick pathway has been cleaned, it looks as good as new.
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           When I thought about it, I was reminded how we can be adversely affected by the noise and anxieties that can impact one’s spiritual life. We may be travelling along a good pathway in faith and our journey to God, only to find the craziness in life detracts us from seeing the good path we are on. We may then only see the bad things in life happening, versus the beauty God presents on the road on which we travel. Seeing the ugliness and not the beauty can be unsettling and spiritually fatiguing.
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           When this happens, let’s remember to wash away what is distracting to us with the graces we receive in the Sacraments and in prayer, thereby enabling us to see that we are not alone. Let us see that God is always there to help us on our journey to our heavenly home.
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           In 1970, I was a freshman at Niles College, the college seminary for the Archdiocese of Chicago.
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            I remember only a few things from the classes I took back then, but one thought shared by my Theology 101 professor has always stuck with me some 56 years later. The priest teaching that class said that he was always fascinated by the gift God gives us in one’s hands.
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           This professor found it particularly fascinating that, when a person cups his hand and looks at the inner palm, he can see the image of the letter “M”. As that priest prayed about that observation and wondered if it could have a deeper meaning, he thought the letter “M” found on each inner hand could relate to two Latin words: “Momenti Mori”, meaning: “remember you will die” (definitely a sobering thought.)  
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           This was only this prayerful priest’s personal reflection, as nothing can be found in Church Teaching in this regard (to my understanding.) I have found it helpful to consider it though, in keeping me focused on the fact that this earthly life will end one day, and to recall that we are on a journey to a much better place meeting our loving Lord in heaven. In this regard, it is not a sobering thought, but an uplifting one that gives each of us hope.
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           Let’s use the gift of our hands to place palms on the road Jesus traveled on Palm Sunday as He entered Jerusalem. Let’s use the gift of our hands to help serve each other as Jesus taught us in washing His Apostles feet on Holy Thursday.
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           Let us be humbled and filled with a sense of awe as Jesus outstretched His hands when being nailed on the Cross out of love on Good Friday.
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           Let us be filled with such love and gratefulness, and a sense of wonder and awe at Jesus’ Resurrection on Easter Sunday, opening the gates of paradise for us in conquering death. And then let us fold our hands in grateful prayer for being so deeply loved.
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           My car really needed a car wash this week. After the storms of a week ago or so, there was a very visible coating of film on the car. It looked pretty bad. Also, when I parked the car in a tight parking space, the dirt and grime easily stained my clothes when I accidentally rubbed against it (and probably also stained the clothes of others if they had to squeeze around it.)
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           After I took the car through the car wash, it looked good as new. I said to myself, “I probably should not let it get that dirty again and I need to have it washed sooner and on a regular basis.”
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           As I thought about it though, I said to myself, “Tom you are a silly goose. If you are planning to do a more regular cleaning of the car, what should that tell you spiritually? Cars only last a limited number of years. One’s soul lasts an eternity.”
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           All of this made me think about that fact that more frequent use of the confessional will keep me good as new, and it will also keep my bad habits from negatively affecting others as I touch them with my life.
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           You might recall that on Tuesday, March 10th, we had a severe series of thunderstorms that went through our area. These were the storms that spun several tornadoes and caused deaths in Lake Village.
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           I was among several parishioners from Our Lady Queen of Martyrs Parish that were attending a spiritual program at St. John Evangelist Church on the evening when the storms arrived.
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           Everyone present at that program was slightly on edge while looking at weather updates during the session. The leaders of the program dismissed those in attendance a bit early, wanting to be cautious as the bands of the storms were passing. To my knowledge all arrived home safely.
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           As I was traveling back from St. John to my home in Dyer, I received a phone call from my wife who was in tears with her voice breaking up. She let me know that one of our closest friends, Pat Downes, had a medical emergency while driving home through the storm, causing him to hit a telephone pole. He was killed in the crash. We were in shock. We still are.
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           This was a wonderful man who was so generous in helping others with his time, talent, and treasure, as well as aiding the Sisters of St. Francis as he worked in their healthcare ministry. He will be sorely missed. The sadness of those who knew him is palpable.
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           As I thought about our friend’s untimely death, as well as those who died elsewhere due to the storms in our locale and across the country, I was once again reminded how fragile life can be. We do not know when our life’s journey will end. For some without much notice, for others in time after fighting a prolonged illness or injury.
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           The word patience means the capacity to accept or tolerate delay, trouble, or suffering without getting angry or upset. In our Catholic Faith, we view patience as the virtue that allows us to endure difficulties, delays, suffering and the faults of others while trusting in God. It reflects the way God lovingly deals with humanity.
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           When I left the seminary, I was in love with a woman who broke up with me shortly after I left. Notwithstanding that disappointment, I felt God was still calling me to married life, yet I could not seem to find that special someone whom I was meant to marry.
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            When I finally met Marilyn, for me it was love at first site. For Marilyn, she needed time to be sure, and so we dated for several years before she said yes to my marriage proposal.
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           I had a choice when waiting. I could wait and be patient with the woman I fell in love with, or I could move on and try to find someone else. I hung on and, as a result, I have been blessed with the love of my life and a wonderful marriage.
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           In thinking about this last week, I thought how much more it must be with God. God never grows impatient with us. He is always calling us to a deeper, more loving relationship with Him.
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           We may not always find that this journey leaves us the feeling or confidence that we are making our intended progress in this regard, but God asks us to persevere. Like in marriage or a special friendship (but ever so much more,) when we do, the reward exceeds our wildest imagination. The way to do this is to surrender our journey to God and leave the rest in His loving hands. 
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           On March 1, my daughter treated me with tickets to see the musical, Bernadette. The performance took place at the Athenaeum Theatre in Chicago.
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           For me, it was an amazing spiritual experience, and one of the best musicals I have seen in my lifetime.
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            The musical is the heartwarming story of young Bernadette Soubirous, a lively, 14-year-old girl in 1850s France whom the Blessed Mother appeared to. We have better come to know this apparition as taking place specifically in Lourdes, France. Lourdes in now a place where millions have already gone to visit, and people continue to go there on pilgrimages while seeking spiritual and physical healing, with many being healed by drinking or bathing in the water found by the grotto where the Blessed Mother appeared.
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           The musical focuses on how Bernadette, the poorest and least-educated girl in town, bravely faced her skeptics with character, candor, honesty, and a good sense of humor.
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           I was moved to tears as the play portrayed this young child’s bravery while facing cruel criticism and severe brow beating by civil and church leaders, as well as by her own family. They demanded she recant what she saw, yet she never wavered from the mission given to her by the Blessed Mother, which was to have a chapel placed at the place of the apparitions and to have people pray there.
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           I asked myself if I would have such faith in facing such opposition. I am not sure I would.
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           St. Bernadette inspires me to do better. We have much to learn from God’s holy ones.
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           Last Friday, when I arrived at our North Campus church to recite my usual morning prayers, I realized that, once again, I forgot to bring my cell phone with me to the church. There are various prayers that I say each morning stored on it. The most important prayers that are stored on my phone are the Liturgy of the Hours. These are prayers that priests and deacons are required to recite in the morning and evening each day.
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           I recited other prayers that I found on the back cover of the missalette booklet that was in the pew, and then I prayed the Rosary. I felt sad though, as I get much comfort and a sense of peace when I say my prayers, especially those that are on my phone.
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           I heard Jesus whisper in my heart: “Tom, just be with Me. Being with Me is as important (more important) than the prayers that you recite that lead you to Me.”
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           I then heard God remind me that, when I am with my wife, I find comfort in just being in her presence. He was telling me that the comfort is found in simple presence, a presence that is not made more meaningful by reading her some Hallmark card that may help express my love for her. It is not a text that I send her to read as I sit next to her that brings closeness. The comfort and love between me and my wife is simply found in the gift of “being” with each other. Jesus then said, in His whispers in my heart, “the same is true with Me.”
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           I found myself saying, “Tom, you are a silly old man. It is being with God and talking to and listening to Him in the silence of your heart that will bring the most meaning to your deepening relationship with Him.”
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           I find silent prayer a bit challenging versus reciting a written prayer. I will try harder, though, to simply “be” with God more each day. How about you? I think it may be what makes the most difference. 
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           I really like Pope Leo’s message on Lent entitled, “Listening and Fasting”. His eloquent words leave us with a lot to think about.
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           As noted by the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops (USCCB), this papal message asks Catholics to come together as a community to listen to the word of God and to the vulnerable. The Pope invites the faithful to engage in a very practical and frequently unappreciated form of abstinence: that of refraining from words that offend and hurt our neighbor:
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           “Let us strive to measure words and cultivate kindness and respect in our families, among our friends, at work, on social media, in political debates, in the media, and in Christian communities. In this way, words of hatred will give way to words of hope and peace.
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           Lent is a time to place the mystery of God back in the center of our lives, in order to find renewal in our faith and keep our hearts from being consumed by the anxieties and distractions of daily life.
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           Let us strive to make our communities places where the cry of those who suffer finds welcome, and listening opens paths toward liberation, making us ready and eager to contribute to building a civilization of love”.
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           I have been involved in a number of conversations recently where either the person I was talking to or I myself said, “I am tired of winter, the cold, the snow, and the salt on the roads making cars look dirty and then rubbing off on one’s clothes. I am tired of the dark nights and frigid mornings.” The conversation usually ended with one person saying, “Looking forward to spring!”
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           I went to the internet and listed the topic, “finding God in the winter doldrums”, and I was moved by what was noted:
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            As winter strips things down, with no blossoms and shorter days, Scripture reminds us to “Be still and know I am God.” When energy is low and enthusiasm thin, God often shifts from fireworks to whispers. We are invited to rest in the gift of God’s presence and listen to His whispers in our hearts.
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            Even though it looks like nothing is alive in the plant world in winter, everything essential is happening underground. Roots deepen and strength is stored up. In our spiritual lives, it can be in one’s doldrums that we find hidden growth. Our faith matures as we are drawn to a deeper understanding of what matters in life in whatever environment we find ourselves “trusting in God.” Trusting in God creates peace and draws us to a closer relationship with our loving Creator.
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            Winter doldrums can sometimes bring fatigue, loneliness, and sadness. God doesn’t wait for us to “snap out of it.” He awaits our invitation to help us. A simple, humble, winter prayer can be, “Lord I’m here. That’s all I have today.”
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            In winter, consolation comes often in modest forms like a cup of soup, a kind word, a warm blanket. Spiritually, we can also watch for God’s help in such times: a line in Scripture that lingers, a loving memory that steadies you, the special graces received in the Holy Eucharist.
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           Maybe winter doldrums are not doldrums at all. Maybe they are God’s gift that forces us to slow down and know we are not alone, and to remember that we are always loved.
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           By: Deacon Tom Gryzbek
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           I have the privilege of providing a Communion service to the prisoners at Westville State Prison twice a month.
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           When the deacons of the Gary Diocese visit this prison, we are assigned to different prison sections that have letters or numbers associated with our identity. The section I go to is called GSC.
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           When I was at GSC last Thursday, they were experiencing a major heating issue in that area. The steam heat system was malfunctioning, and, as a result, the prison cell sleeping and common areas were receiving minimal heat from the vents. The fact that the outdoor temperature was only around two degrees with the wind chill made the cold feel much worse. There is only so much space in a prison, so the remedy for the cold was to simply endure it and try to fix the malfunctioning steam heat, as there were no other warm locations within the prison with extra capacity that would allow the prisoners from the GSC area to be moved.
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           As the men arrived at the “Chapel” room in which the service was held, they looked cold. The room air was probably around 40 degrees. I learned the sleeping areas were even much colder, causing significant discomfort.
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           Yet...the men who arrived at the service seemed to be in good spirits. They were happy to be praying and moving about, despite the discomfort that they were feeling.
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           When the time came to receive Holy Communion, they were smiling. I was moved by their example.
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           I thought that, despite the cold air, nothing could take away the warmth they experienced in receiving Jesus in the Eucharist.
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           Food for thought: despite all the discomfort we experience in life with war, discrimination, crime, and politicians who do not treat people with dignity and respect…there is one place we can always go to find comfort and peace. Go to Jesus. 
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           By: Deacon Tom Gryzbek
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           Last Sunday, I was taking Holy Communion to a parishioner who has significant mobility issues. This gentleman is known to fall at times.
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           He usually leaves his front door open for me to enter his home before I arrive on Sunday mornings. When I arrived at his house that day, the front door was locked, which concerned me. I wondered if he had fallen and could not get up.
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           I knocked on the door a few times, and I could hear the TV playing, but I did not hear him. My knock was unanswered, and the front door was not left opened. I tried several times to turn the doorknob, but it would not turn. I looked into the front room window of the home and could not see him.
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           I started to get alarmed, so I pounded very loudly on the door. I could hear the gentleman’s faint voice, but I did not know what he was saying, nor could I hear him shuffling toward the door to open it.
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           I turned the doorknob once more and found that, this time, it was unlocked. I entered the home and searched for the man, only to find that he had fallen in his bedroom and could not get up. I carefully helped him up. He was okay, but dizzy. He told me that he was alarmed as someone had been knocking loudly at his front door. When I told him it was me, he simply responded by saying that he had been feeling well that morning.
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           Some might say that he opened the door when I was looking in the window, and he did not notice me, and then shuffled to his room and fell. This could be. I wonder, though, whether God knew he was in a tough spot on the floor and somehow enabled the door to unlock when I pounded on it loudly.
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           All I know is that Jesus loves this man and enabled him to get help. For me, it was a humbling “God moment”. Jesus helped me find him. How much God must love each of us, especially those who are His most vulnerable! 
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           By: Deacon Tom Gryzbek
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           Our parish office received a phone call this week that saddened me.
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           A relative of a parishioner called to voice concern that his brother had not received weekly Holy Communion, even though the parish promised to bring it to him.
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           The homebound parishioner is a person whom I take Holy Communion to weekly. I do not believe that there has been a week that we missed his visit in more than a year. Even when I am on vacation, we arrange for someone else to handle this important task so that the parishioner does not miss out on receiving the Eucharist.
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           I told the parish office that this particular homebound parishioner is sometimes confused and may not remember the visit.
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           I made my weekly visit to the homebound parishioner once again last Sunday, and I told him to let his brother know that the weekly visits are occurring and not to worry that we had forgotten them. This is when the homebound parishioner showed his confusion again in stating, “Have you been visiting me weekly?”
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           I smiled to myself, embracing the humility of the moment and thought, “Tom you need to try harder to make a better impact on people going forward if they do not even remember you!”
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           All of this made me think about our loving Jesus. He helps us every day in so many ways. Do we fail to see His presence? Do we fail to thank Him daily for His help? Do we sadden His heart in not recognizing His love for each of us?
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           What we may do weekly does not hold the smallest resemblance of what God does for us all the time.
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           This has given me a lot to think about. How about you?
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           Last week I had the humble privilege of presiding at both a wake and committal service for a retired Hammond school teacher who had spent his entire working life teaching both grammar school and middle school students.
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           As noted in his obituary, he was known for his patience, dedication and heart. He took time with every student, making each one feel seen and important. Known as the person everyone could turn to, he was the go-to guy for fixing problems, offering guidance, or simply listening when someone needed to talk. An inspiration to many, he touched countless lives through his kindness, wisdom, and steady presence. His name was Adolph Sabik.
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           I was touched by the humble yet significant way this man loved.
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            In our world, which sometimes offers misguided admiration only to athletes, musicians, movie stars and politicians, people like Adolph show us what is important in life: how we treat each other, how we help each other. It is all about relationships and seeing the good in all people.
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           God does not expect us to do great things in life, but to do normal everyday activities with great elegance: loving God and loving each other.
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           May God grant you eternal rest, Adolph. Thank you for showing us what makes a life one well lived.   
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           My job is to decorate the outside of the house with lights and two Nativity scenes, one in the front of the house and one in our backyard. Each scene includes the illuminated figures of Baby Jesus, Blessed Mary, and Saint Joseph.
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           I am particularly fond of the scene we place on our backyard deck. We can see it from the master bedroom in our home, and it is the last thing we see before going to sleep each night, as we keep our bedroom shades a little higher during Christmas season to be able to see it.
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           When removing and storing these outdoor Nativity scenes each year, I feel sad and look forward to the following Advent season when they can be displayed once again.
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           As I thought about it this year, I found myself thinking, “You silly old man. These beautiful representations of the Nativity are just symbols pointing you to God. Do not be sad. You have their real presence in your life when you pray to Jesus, the Blessed Mother and St. Joseph. All three are ever present to help you when you turn to them in intercessory prayer.”
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           With that, my sadness left and I felt a sense of peace!
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           June – For the value of sports as an instrument of peace, encounter, and dialogue among cultures and nations promoting values such as respect, solidarity, and personal growth.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria. So, all went to be enrolled, each to his own town. And Joseph too went up from Galilee from the town of Nazareth to Judea, to the city of David that is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.
          
    
      
    
    
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           And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.” And suddenly, there was a multitude of the heavenly hosts with the angel, praising God and saying:
          
    
      
    
    
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           Like most people, I dressed in layers that day, and I wore earmuffs to protect my ears from frostbite or developing an ear infection.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I then asked myself what might we do to “muffle” the constant noise found in misguided politics and the misguided voices in life that contradict Jesus’ teaching.
          
    
      
    
    
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           It always amazes me how weather forecasters can predict winter storms like the one we had last weekend. These learned professionals alert us to the day and time of the arrival of the storm, tell us how windy it will get, and then astonish us in predicting, with great accuracy, the number of inches of snow we may receive. The forecasters are worth their weight in gold in helping us prepare for what will come.
          
    
      
    
    
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           If we apply so much energy to weather events that last only a short time, shouldn’t we reflect on making similar preparations for facing our loving Lord at the end of our lifetime? Such preparations are made for one’s eternity, not just for the short span of a day or two as with adverse weather.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I was saying my Rosary at the North Campus and looking out the church windows, I could barely see the farm field to the south. The school buildings to the west were enveloped in a misty cloud, making their features obscure. Viewing this scene, the landscape seemed very serene and peaceful. Remarkably, it also seemed quieter than usual. I heard no sounds from the usual traffic on 73
          
    
      
    
    
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           Looking through the southwest windows, I was surprised to see the leaf-barren bush near the farthest south window untouched by the fog. As I looked more closely, I saw what appeared to be a pigeon or dove alone on one of the bush’s top branches, looking back toward me in the church.
          
    
      
    
    
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           It made me think of the Holy Spirit. Despite the chaos and hustle and bustle present in the world today (depicted by the fog,) the Holy Spirt is always present (as seen by the dove) pointing us to God.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I thought about this, I began to think about our Catholic faith. The word “Catholic” comes from the Greek word “katholikos” meaning “universal”, “whole”, or “according to the whole”. Catholics strongly believe in community. Our Catholic teaching states that we are created in the image of God, and God is the communion of Father, Son and Holy Spirit. So, we are also meant for relationships, not for isolation.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I thought about it, I was reminded what our beloved Father Pat Kalich (eternal rest grant upon him oh Lord) would say in a number of his daily homilies around this time of the year. He would say to look around the congregation at Mass and to know that some of us may not be here next year at this time. God might call us to heaven. He would ask us if we were prepared.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Everything worked out the way I had planned. As I sat in the chapel at the South Campus, awaiting the beginning of the Holy Hour, I reached into my pocket for my cellphone. I store different prayers on that phone, which I recite each day. Much to my disappointment, the cellphone was not in the pockets. I walked out to my car to see if I had dropped it, only to discover that it was not there.
          
    
      
    
    
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            Here I was sitting in front of the tabernacle in a real tizzy, forgetting that I was facing Our Loving Lord in that chapel. I made myself calm by stating, “I surrender this to You, Jesus. Please help me to realize worrying about a silly phone when in Adoration is missing the better part.” When I did this, I suddenly felt at peace. I thanked God for helping me refocus on what is important, which is not cellphones or commitments. What is important is one’s relationship with God and each other.
           
      
        
      
      
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           As we were driving to the Lindenwood Retreat Center in Donaldson Indiana, we saw the leaves on the trees along US 30 changing colors. Some were bright red, some were yellow and orange, and others were still green. Some leaves were simply a fading, dying shade of brown.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This made me think of what color of leaf I may be (figuratively speaking) at the end of my life. Will my soul reflect a brilliant, bright color, one that reflects God’s presence in my life? Will I appear green, showing that I did little to embrace the teachings of Jesus in the way I lived – simply existing, but not being changed by Jesus’ nurturing presence in life? Will I be a dried-up, brown color, symbolizing unconfessed sin and a failure to keep the Commandments and adhere to Church teaching?
          
    
      
    
    
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           This year, however, the bushes must have reached their intended lifespan, as holes within the evergreens appeared. One hole consumed almost half the bush. The plants, which at one time were magnificent in appearance, began to look like they were dying. Ultimately, we decided to have them removed.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I felt bad for him, and I sprayed the remnants of the plant with Raid, killing many bees while doing so. Over the next few days, more bees kept surfacing from the ground. Due to the proximity of the bees to where we park our cars and walk, I also sprayed those bees until almost all of them were gone. I then felt guilty about ending the lives of so many of God’s creatures.
          
    
      
    
    
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            I looked up the topic of killing bees on the internet in relationship to the Catholic Church, and I found in the Catechism of the Catholic Church (CCC 2415-2418) that it declares all animals to be part of God’s creation and so they should be treated with kindness. They exist for the good of humanity and part of God’s plan. It is contrary to human dignity to cause animals to suffer or die needlessly. There was no specific reference to bees though.
           
      
        
      
      
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           Pope Francis teaches us in encyclical Letter, Laudato Si’ On Care for Our Common Home, that each creature has its own purpose. None is superfluous. Once again, even though bees are not specifically mentioned, we know bees are especially important in their role in pollination and the balance of nature.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Sometime in the middle of May, my wife and I planted radish seeds in our vegetable garden. Aside from watering the developing sprouts and weeding once in a while, we did not give these small plants much thought.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Then, recently, we noticed the radishes surfacing out of the ground on their own, almost shouting, “I am ready! Come pick me!” The sun had ripened them for the harvest.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Isn’t that similar to the way we grow in our faith? We are being nourished by the warmth of God’s graces, rising from our slumber to praise Him in our lives. May we continue to make progress in our journey with Him and toward our eternal destination of heaven. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I sat and waited patiently for the service to begin, I started to look at each of my hands.
          
    
      
    
    
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           What an amazing gift God has given to us in a hand! It grasps objects, greets others in the warmth of a handshake, can perform so many tasks without our giving it a thought, and it can be used in prayer.
          
    
      
    
    
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           When my family went fishing in Wisconsin in June, I purchased an inexpensive Timex waterproof watch, as my other watch was lost during a visit at Westville State Prison.
          
    
      
    
    
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           The new Timex watch is nice in appearance, keeps accurate time, and I especially appreciate the fact it did not cost much.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This was a wonderful place to get an inexpensive meal. Their breakfasts, lemon rice soup, and homemade pies were especially tasty, and a favorite for many customers.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I had noticed that the normally full parking lot was empty at various times of the day, and then I found out about the fire and subsequent closing.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I felt sad for the owners, who had poured their lives into the success of that location. I wish I could have known them better to offer my best wishes.
          
    
      
    
    
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           For several years now, I stop by Holy Martyrs Church in the morning to recite my morning prayers and then leave in time to make it to Mass at Our Lady of Consolation Church at 8:00am. It is a special time for me each day.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last Monday, something special happened. Three deer were on the west side of the church building. As I gently approached to watch them from the inside church windows, they did not see me and continued what appeared to be playful activity.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Then suddenly, each of the three deer approached the outside windows, one standing at each window, and they stood very still while simply looking in. When they left the window, I could see them leaping and dancing playfully, as if filled with sudden joy.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This reminded me of the passage in the Old Testament where David danced with all of his might before the Ark of the Covenant, as it was entering the City of David. This was a powerful moment in the Old Testament, highlighting joyful worship, humility, and God’s presence among His people.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I look out the back (south) windows at Holy Martyrs Church, the corn in the field is doing very well and has passed that knee-high goal for this time of the year.
          
    
      
    
    
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           All of this reminds me about the troubles we see in the world today. What seemed like bright horizons and prosperous growth among and between peoples seems to have taken a downturn, due to global geopolitical issues.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Like the corn by Holy Martyrs though, I am still optimistic about the future. You see, I know that Jesus is present. I know that He is nourishing and helping us with the heavenly graces we receive in the Sacraments. Through that help, we will be okay, because in God’s hands everything is possible.
          
    
      
    
    
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            No matter the cause of one’s oppression, natural or manmade, God is awaiting an invitation to help us. When we surrender that which is hard to bear, there is comfort realizing our battles are not ours alone. Jesus is present, and where He leads, we follow.
           
      
        
      
      
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           After we surrender that which oppresses us to God, we need to take a breath and find comfort in that beautiful Psalm, “Be still and know that I am God.”  We will be helped. We can count on it. Thank you, dear God, for being with us. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           Back around the 1920’s, Wisconsin government officials placed a dam on a large river in the area, which caused the connection of numerous small lakes and streams. This created about 200 miles of shoreline within Chippewa (with each body of water connecting to others in an amazing manner.)
          
    
      
    
    
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           This made me reflect on the fact that even the smallest of our gifts can bring large results in God’s hands. Whether it be a smile, a call to a friend, helping someone pick up something that was dropped, or similar gestures of caring, those on the receiving end can find their spirits lifted.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Perhaps saying, “Lord, You know what I ask for in my prayers, and You know of my desire to grow closer to You. In the next few moments, let me just be with You, without anything to ask or say or reflect upon…I just want to simply be together.”
          
    
      
    
    
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           The author noted that it is hard to fathom that number of people, and to imagine what they have and do not have, so he extrapolated the information into various statistics, making his summary easier to comprehend. He notes:
          
    
      
    
    
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           Please cherish the life that you have been given and thank God for where you live. Please be ever grateful for God’s graces in this regard, and the sacrifice of so many that has made this life possible.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Almost one week ago, many of us were amazed to experience a dust storm in the evening hours. The wind blew the arid soil from the Midwest into the air, resulting in an eerie brown color in the atmosphere, appearing like fog in the sky.
          
    
      
    
    
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           We need to protect our spiritual health today from such “blowing winds” by turning to the guidance of our Catholic Church. These Teachings have been given to us by Jesus and through the work of the Holy Spirit.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As I was trying to find a suitable gift for my wife for Mother’s Day, I came up with what turned out to be a crazy idea. I googled “The Best Chocolate Cake in the United States” and was referred to a bakery in Florida that the movie stars brag about. In a moment of insanity, I ordered a cake as her Mother’s Day gift, which came packaged and frozen. It was definitely crazy, as the cost of packaging and shipping via UPS ended up being almost as much as the cake itself.
          
    
      
    
    
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           As this protective mom ran next to her daughter, she made sure she kept her safety helmet on, and despite the increased speed my granddaughter began to take as she built her confidence in her newly-learned skill, her mom did not let her move out of her reach, running almost in a full sprint to keep her safe.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Jesus, our loving Lord, faced unbelievable rejection and disrespect in His life, despite only loving, helping and serving others. He suffered the cruelest and most horrific of deaths to save us from our sins, all out of that love for us. He taught us how to live so we can be with God for all eternity.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Thank you, dear Jesus, for that love. May we show our gratitude by loving You (along with God the Father and the Holy Spirit) with our whole heart, mind and soul, and may we love our neighbors as ourselves. May God gives us this grace. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last Monday through Wednesday, I attended the annual mandatory continuing education training for volunteer Chaplains who minister at Westville State Prison.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I was accompanied by one of my fellow Deacons, who volunteered to drive us to and from the prison for the Monday and Tuesday sessions.
          
    
      
    
    
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           We were both tired from the training and worried while wondering if we would make without having the vehicle breakdown. My friend thought that the engine issue might get resolved by topping his gas tank with high-octane fuel. Thankfully, this did the trick. We both thought that there might have been some moisture in the gas line.
          
    
      
    
    
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           My daughter purchased tickets for a Frankie Valli concert on 3/28/25 as a birthday gift to my wife and I. If you like music from the 60s, you would have loved the concert.
          
    
      
    
    
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            As I prayed and observed this marvelous sight, the practical part of me decided that the incense must only be moving in that direction due to the way air was flowing in the Cathedral at that moment. But then the spiritual part of me said to myself, “No, silly, what you are seeing is so much more.” I was being reminded by our loving Lord in a very special way that He is present in front of me in the Holy Eucharist. I told myself that I must never forget that fact.
           
      
        
      
      
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           On Ash Wednesday last week, I had the privilege of assisting at the Aquinas School Mass at 11:00am.
          
    
      
    
    
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           When I was distributing the ashes to the students, one little girl (I assume she was kindergarten-age, as she looked very young and was very short) came up for ashes. However, she was so small in height that I had to kneel down to give her the ashes. I thought that this would also keep her comfortable in her reception of the ashes.
          
    
      
    
    
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           It reminded me of the hymn called Hosea, which we sang at many Masses on Ash Wednesday. In that hymn are the words, “Come back to me with all your heart, don’t let fear keep us apart…long have I waited for your coming home to me living deeply our new life.”
          
    
      
    
    
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            I think that, when we follow God’s Commandments, others may be impatient with us. They might suggest such things as “you are too Catholic” or “God will not mind if you do something that you know you shouldn’t if it is just one time.” We should follow the Commandments and not give into peer pressure or the temptation to “fudge a bit” on what they require of ourselves.
           
      
        
      
      
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           After the Constitution of the United States was established and had the appearance of permanency, Benjamin Franklin once famously said that nothing can be certain in life except paying taxes and death.
          
    
      
    
    
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           My wife does an excellent job at managing our family finances. She takes care of balancing the checkbook, paying bills, preparing everything for the filing of our annual tax return, and keeping me informed about where everything stands. I am blessed by her work in this regard.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Before we were married, I had that task to do for myself. I never balanced the checkbook, and I would always just round up what I paid in bills, feeling comfortable that I would never bounce a check and knowing that I had a hidden treasure for use on a rainy day.
          
    
      
    
    
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            Such sloppy attention to detail did cause issues when trying to tie everything together at tax filing time. This method of bookkeeping also provided no way of making sure the bank did not make any mistakes on their end.
           
      
        
      
      
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            I found myself thinking that, if we each do such preparation work annually for taxes, then we should do the same thing for our final accounting with our loving Lord that will occur at the end of our lives. Do we take account of our shortcomings and say a daily Act of Contrition, or do we say we will just do that the next time we go to the confessional? Do we take advantage of the special graces and forgiveness we obtain in the Sacrament of Reconciliation?
           
      
        
      
      
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           As Benjamin Franklin said so eloquently, death is certain in life. Are we prepared? Failing to prepare, like failing to pay taxes, has consequences that we should avoid at all costs.   
          
    
      
    
    
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           He talked about prayer, and reading Scriptures prayerfully, and the absolute need for each of us to take time each day in silence (even if only for a few minutes) simply to be with God, inviting Him into our lives and seeking His holy wisdom in how to live, especially with the decisions we make. Doing so, we can recharge that which may have been depleted within ourselves.
          
    
      
    
    
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           So many things happened this week. During this week, we recall the passing of the original Supreme Court ruling that first legalized abortion in all 50 of the United States, with Catholics once again focusing in a special way on the sanctity of life, from moment of conception to moment of natural death. Just last year, 625,978 abortions were performed, which computes to 1,715 a day; more than 100 each and every hour. What a horrific tragedy!
          
    
      
    
    
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           During this the week, we honor the life Dr. Martin Luther King Jr. He helped our nation address and change many racially discriminatory practices that affected people of color. He taught us that we are all equal and that we were created in the image and likeness of God. He demanded that everyone be treated equally, and with dignity and respect. The focus of this mission continues to demand further work, even today. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           This past Monday evening, the NCAA crowned a new national football champion, with many turning to such entertainment as a welcome respite amidst so many things that tend to cause discouragement. Depending on what team that you were rooting for, it was either an exciting victory or a disappointing loss.
          
    
      
    
    
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           The only true and lasting respite in life is Jesus. Life's issues remind us of the absolute need to invite God in to help and guide our actions, and to love as Jesus loves, helping each other wherever we can. May we each embrace this understanding that God gives us. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           As we begin the 2025 New Year, let’s remember that we are all God’s beloved children, even despite our shortcomings. Let us look for Jesus in disguise in the face of everyone we meet, and then let us treat them with the love and compassion that Jesus does.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This was the first enrollment, when Quirinius was governor of Syria. So, all went to be enrolled, each to his own town. And Joseph too went up from Galilee from the town of Nazareth to Judea, to the city of David that is called Bethlehem, because he was of the house and family of David, to be enrolled with Mary, his betrothed, who was with child.
          
    
      
    
    
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           And this will be a sign for you: you will find an infant wrapped in swaddling clothes and lying in a manger.” And suddenly, there was a multitude of the heavenly hosts with the angel, praising God and saying:
          
    
      
    
    
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           Energy efficiency is an important part of reducing carbon emissions and slowing climate change. The International Energy Agency (IEA) created a report in 2023 on energy efficiency “in recognition of its important role in enhancing energy security and affordability, and in accelerating clean energy transitions.” According to the report, shifts toward cleaner and more efficient sources of energy are complex and mostly moving in the right direction, even in the midst of growing electricity demands.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Other recent reports similarly highlight the rising demand for electricity and the concern that this may slow reductions in fossil fuel. More electricity is required for electric vehicles (half of all new cars sold in China are electric), air conditioners (the number of air conditioners sold in India doubled in the past year), industry transitions to renewable fuels and data centers, which use huge amounts of electricity. Areas around the country are confronted with unprecedented demands for electricity by data companies that are, in many cases, stalling the closing of polluting, coal-fired power plants. Analysts warn that the rapid rise in data centers will undermine the transition to clean energies.
          
    
      
    
    
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           The consulting firm and technology service provider, ICF, projects a 9% rise in electricity consumption in the US between now and 2028, mostly attributed to energy requirements of data centers. One consequence will be higher utility bills, estimated to increase by 20%. From Pope Francis: “At this time in history, which risks becoming rich in technology and poor in humanity, our reflections must begin with the human heart.”
          
    
      
    
    
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           Roughly half of people in the United States and worldwide depend on groundwater. Agriculture practices rely heavily on groundwater for watering crops and raising animals. Unlike surface water, it is difficult to determine when groundwater is overdrawn or polluted. As a result of increasing populations and limited water management, groundwater has been removed faster than it is replenished. This leads to water supply shortages. Major threats to the quality of groundwater include leaking septic tanks and fuel tanks, and chemicals from leaching landfills, pesticides and fertilizers.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Arizona is facing severe water shortages. Last year, the governor renounced the use of groundwater for future growth in the city of Phoenix, since the current level of groundwater withdrawal is not sustainable. An advisor for the governor admits that the state lacks basic information on groundwater supplies, due to the lack of monitoring and management. Currently, about 80% of the State of Arizona lacks groundwater regulations. As a result, certain agricultural operations have over-pumped groundwater that has drained neighboring community water wells.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last week, my wife and I traveled to the East Coast with several friends of ours. We set out to see the beautiful colors of the leaves as they changed for autumn. We also made plans to see sites we heard about but never visited, places like Nantucket and Martha’s Vineyard.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Even though the leaves presented almost the same colors as those on our trees in the Midwest, with only minimal changes in color, seeing the landscapes and the coast along the Atlantic Ocean was breathtaking and wonderful.
          
    
      
    
    
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           When we visited Nantucket, we took a guided tour around the island. We were amazed at the size of the houses! There were so many mansions, and I thought about how fortunate it is that the owners are to see the ocean from their doorsteps.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Sometimes, we were startled to hear the guide report that this house or that house cost over $10,000,000. I guess it truly is all about location, location, location.
          
    
      
    
    
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           One particular house caused us all to shake our heads. It was the most expensive house on the island at a cost of $40 million. What really shocked us was to hear that it is only occupied two weeks each year, during the summer. Can you imagine having a house like that and it is just your summer home? It is too much for most of us to fathom.
          
    
      
    
    
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           We each noted that the value of this house and the minimal way it was enjoyed seemed far too extreme. We all discussed how we felt that money could be used to help the poor. My wife then noted that maybe the owner also gives that much money to charity each year. I admired that thought and hoped it was true, but somehow didn’t think so. However, I wondered who am I to judge?
          
    
      
    
    
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           We quickly came to the conclusion that we are blessed with our modest home in Dyer, and we would not want to live such a lifestyle anyway.
          
    
      
    
    
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           About a week later, I rechecked the air pressure of the tire in question and was happy to learn that it was holding the pressure well, however, I became aware that a different tire had lost air and was terribly low in pressure. Coincidentally, as I was checking the pressure of all the tires, the panic light on my dashboard activated, indicating the different tire in question needed air.
          
    
      
    
    
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           When it comes to our souls, do we receive warning signals? A nudge to go to Confession? An inkling to attend a Church program? An unsettledness gnawing at us to become more involved in some activity helping the Church or each other?
          
    
      
    
    
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           The last few years, my wife and I planted Begonia flowers in our front yard alongside the sidewalk that extends from our driveway to the front entrance of our house.
          
    
      
    
    
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           After the priest’s homily and before the presentation of the gifts, a little two-year-old girl broke free from her mom and ran toward the altar, giggling all the way. Her mom caught her before she reached the altar steps and gently returned her to their pew.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last Monday, I was driving to Church to say my morning prayers and then attend Mass. It was around 6:15am and the sun was just beginning to rise. There were so many different colors of blue in the sky that day and the sun’s golden rays of light shown though the clouds with amazing color and beauty.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I heard God whisper in my ear to remember to slow down in life, and take time to listen to the voice of God amidst the hustle and bustle of daily living. To take time to reflect on what is important in life. To take time to see God’s beauty in the world, versus only seeing the chaos. To take time to thank God for His gifts that so often go unrecognized. To take time to realize the time we have is precious and needs to be used wisely, knowing our life journey leads us to meeting Jesus at the end of our time. To take time to ask God what He may be asking of us and how we can be helpful to Him.
          
    
      
    
    
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           You might recall that, last Saturday and Sunday, the Northwest Indiana Region received an abundance of much-needed rain, with additional storms being predicted for later that Monday.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Even the above-ground swimming pool in my back yard was overflowing with water and needed to be drained a couple of inches.
          
    
      
    
    
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           All of this reminded of Psalm 23:5: “You set a table before me...you anoint my head with oil, my cup overflows”.
          
    
      
    
    
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           You see, Jesus is constantly nourishing us with the saving graces that we need and receive in the Holy Eucharist. We are fortified and strengthened by these divine gifts, which enable us thereby to flourish and grow in our love of God and each other. We are also enabled to face and survive life’s challenges.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Jesus will never be outdone in His generosity to help us in this growth. Like thirsty plants that face difficult heat in the summer, we can thrive in the deserts of our life through Jesus, Who will never be outdone in His generosity and love.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Isn’t that like sin on our souls? We commit mistakes through sinful habits and then seem to forget about it. We do not remember as often as we should what needs to be washed away. We still think we are seeing life and where we are going clearly, yet we know that when we reflect on it, things could be much better if we were to seek forgiveness of those sins.
          
    
      
    
    
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           The gosling eventually passed away due to injury or illness. My daughter then placed it lovingly in heavy vegetation on the shoreline where it could rest in peace.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I found myself amazed at the gentleness and love my daughter showed this little creature. I, on the other hand, did not show this compassion and was expressing concern that the poor little animal might have a disease (like bird flu) and that we needed to be careful in case it was contagious. My daughter would have none of that, and she simply showed love for God’s vulnerable creature.
          
    
      
    
    
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            Isn’t that what Jesus does for each of us? He never abandons us in our weaknesses. Whether we or a loved might be suffering from an illness or injury, suffering from anxiety while watching the craziness found in the world today, grieving the death of a loved one, or similar challenges, Jesus is lovingly and gently present to comfort us for what we may be going through. Jesus does not walk away. We are loved so much more than we can ever imagine.
           
      
        
      
      
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           Today, as I was watching the birds, they moved the dirt with their feet and picked at the ground with their beaks. I suspect they were looking for worms from the previous night’s rain. Then, I saw a parallel that exists when comparing the birds to our human lives.   Like the birds, our day-to-day trials and movement enable us to scratch out a living, nourishing our survival.
          
    
      
    
    
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            Unlike the birds though, we have been given the Bread of Life, found in the Holy Eucharist. This nourishment brings understanding and meaning to our daily struggles, and it brings us closer to God. It also helps us know that we are not alone, and that we are loved more than we can ever imagine. It helps us to always remember that this time on earth is a mere passing, leading us to a heavenly reward. The Bible tells us that eye has not seen, and ear has not heard what God has in store for those who love Him. 
           
      
        
      
      
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           My wife does an excellent job each year planting flowers in the front and back of our home. We enjoy seeing God’s beauty in nature evidenced in the wonderful colors and sweet fragrances present in the different plants.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This year, the geraniums planted in the front of the house have come under attack by a neighborhood squirrel. It appears the squirrel is digging out the geraniums and then placing nuts in their place. That has never happened to us before.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Knowing how hard my wife worked in planting the flowers, I told her that I was sorry for the destruction caused by the squirrel. My wife simply smiled and said that the squirrel was doing what she was made to do. We will be okay. It is not a big thing.
          
    
      
    
    
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           My wife and I had wooden fence installed by a local fence company about 8 years ago. It is the second fence the company placed around our backyard in the 44 years that we have lived in Dyer. The fence protects little ones from wandering into the backyard, where we have a swimming pool. It also keeps our dogs from running away. Fences can be good things.
          
    
      
    
    
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           This week we will provide a very brief introduction to an Encyclical letter written by Pope Francis in 2015 on the need to Care for our Common Home entitled, Laudato Si, as well as an apostolic exhortation, entitled, Laudate Deum, written by Pope Francis in 2023 addressed to all people of good will on the climate crisis. 
          
    
    
  
  
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           Over the last 3 weeks, we have provided a spiritual understanding about why we need to care for the environment. Going forward, we have invited parishioner, Dr. Julie Peller (Professor of Chemistry at Valparaiso University), to provide a weekly blog for us on the Holy Martyrs’ website as well as a monthly bulletin article addressing continued environmental challenges and reflections on our responsibilities for addressing them.
          
    
    
  
  
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           We show our respect for the Creator by our stewardship of creation. Care for Earth is not just an Earth Day slogan. We are called to protect the planet, living our faith in relationship with all of God’s creation. This environmental challenge has fundamental moral and ethical dimensions that cannot be ignored.
          
    
    
  
  
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           Unprecedented threats of climate change and environmental degradation exist in the world today. Aside from the frequent reports one hears about this topic from a science perspective in the news and in published articles. The Catholic Church has addressed this topic from a spiritual standpoint in the Catechism of the Catholic Church, articles written by the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, encyclicals written by Pope Francis and a number of other venues.
          
    
      
    
    
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           If you have not heard of Medieval Times before, it is a theatrical spectacle set in the medieval times of Knight and Ladies featuring the Knights and their horses and their games of jousting and skill. The entertainment is coupled with a delicious, utensil-free dinner consisting of chicken, corn on the cob, potato wedge, soup, and bread. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           What amazed me was how gently my granddaughter held that wand of changing lights. She liked the food and was entertained by the medieval acting and events, but especially caressed and valued the light and looked at it more than the theatre occurring around her.
          
    
      
    
    
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           I found a lesson in all of this for me. You see God gives us many wonderful things to enjoy in life to show his love. We have tasty food to eat. We see God’s beauty in his creation including animals. We enjoy the creative gifts of entertainment made possible through the gifted talents God gives to others.
          
    
      
    
    
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           The only nourishment that has an everlasting impact on us is the nourishment we receive from the Holy Eucharist. The graces we receive from this Blessed Sacrament provide both an immediate and everlasting impact on our souls. Through these special graces we are strengthened in body and soul to become more of what God wants us to be. We also are drawn into a closer relationship with Jesus.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last Saturday the Funeral Mass was held for one of my closest friends, John, who had been in deteriorating health for the last three years. John died in December and was cremated. It took several weeks for the family to work out the arrangements for a time when everyone could come and attend the Mass. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           How many times do each of us try to untangle the messiness and busyness of daily routines. We know when we streamline things and concentrate on what’s important, we find peace. More importantly we find time to cherish more what is important, our relationships with each other and with our loving God.
          
    
      
    
    
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           My prayer for all of us this Advent season is that we do find this simplicity as we await the celebration of the birth of our loving Jesus on Christmas Day. In doing this, we will find the peace we all look for during this holy season of Advent.  In addition we may also find that we can be a light to others who may be struggling with the pressure of doing so many things that they miss the true meaning of Christmas.
          
    
      
    
    
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           Last week my daughter and I went on a Pilgrimage to Rome and Assisi. It was a wonderful week led by a Franciscan Friar that enhanced our spirituality and brought us closer not only to St. Francis but more importantly to Jesus as well.
          
    
      
    
    
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            When I was in Assisi my allergies really acted up. We were staying in an old medieval type building which served as our place to sleep, eat and we listened to presentations on St. Francis. My nose became congested, and I had periodic sneezes and coughs, which for me means an allergic reaction to something in the environment. As I was trying to identify the source of my reactions I looked out of the window to my bedroom and noticed the roof tiles and outside walls of the building were caked with dark mildew and mold.
           
      
        
      
      
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           The weather in Gatlinburg was in the 80s and the scenery with the hills and Smokie Mountains breathtaking. We rented a home for Saturday and Friday on the Gatlinburg hillside where the magnificent view was always in front of us. It was breathtaking. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           The only challenge was the very small road that we had to drive in switchback fashion up and down the hillside leading to the home as well as the homes of other vacationers and residents. If a driver was to misjudge the distance from one’s car to the edge of the road, that person would either be found in a deep six-foot ditch (which we saw one person stuck in upon our arrival) or fall thousands of feet down the hill where the chance of survival would be minimal. My wife and I said, “there is no room for error” in our driving. We also said this is not the place to teach a teenager to drive nor a road to travel when it is dark or after one has had several drinks. We found the travel up and down the hillside from our rental to Church or to eat or to go sightseeing unsettling.
          
    
      
    
    
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           It reminds me of the journey we all are on with our lives. We know the true road we must travel to reach our heavenly destination. We know we need to keep our eyes on this pathway and not veer off by sinful distractions that lead us away from our loving Lord. If we lose sight of our destination, we may not be able to recover before the time we meet our loving Lord at the end of our lives.  So, my advice to all of us is to please keep your eye on the road and travel safely. May God give each of us this grace. 
          
    
      
    
    
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           I was particularly annoyed to find new weeds that had vines growing that were encircling the stalks of our tomato plants. It seemed like these weeds were trying to choke away the good life of those plants. I was pleased to remove those. I could almost hear the tomato plants telling me, “Thank you for saving me”.
          
    
    
  
  
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           All of this reminded me of the devil’s constant efforts to move us away from God. The devil never rests. Even after we go to the confessional and feel relieved to know we are sin free, within hours or days we feel ourselves pulled back into the same bad habits or temptations.
          
    
    
  
  
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            As Father Ted expressed so well on Easter, we have a lot to be thankful for with all of the work that went into preparing for the Holy Week and Easter Liturgies. Like you, I am deeply appreciative of the quality of services in which we had the privilege to attend and participate.
           
      
      
    
    
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           What we did not have the opportunity to do was to also thank Father for his tireless efforts in coordinating and leading these liturgies. We are lucky to have such a sincere and dedicated Pastor who cares so much for us. Thank you, Father, for your excellent work and for being our Pastor. Your many efforts do not go unnoticed and are deeply appreciated.
          
    
    
  
  
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           My mom and dad taught me in early childhood the need to use these words frequently in life. By not saying thank you, we fail in acknowledging the goodness of the other person in a willing interaction. We may be unintentionally taking that person for granted. We may lose an opportunity that may not present itself again to show our affection for the person who receives this greeting. Some such opportunities can be lost forever.
          
    
    
  
  
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           If we say thank you in our human interactions, how much more should we be doing it with our interactions with God? Thank you, dear Heavenly Father, for creating us and loving us. Thank you, dear Jesus, for dying on the Cross to save us out of that same love for us. Thank you, Holy Spirit, for guiding us in our lives and helping us to grow closer to God. Thank you, Blessed Mother, for all you do to help us and bring us closer to you, your Son, our heavenly Father, and the Holy Spirit.
          
    
    
  
  
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           Last Saturday evening as I was getting ready to go to sleep, I sat on the edge of my bed, took off my eyeglasses, placed them on the bed’s edge, and went to the bathroom to wash my face and brush my teeth. This is a daily ritual for me that works without a problem except I usually keep the eyeglasses with me and take them off to wash my face at the bathroom sink.
          
    
    
  
  
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           As I returned to my bedroom and was about to shut off the light, I once again sat at the edge of my bed right on my glasses. I do not remember ever doing that before in my 71 years of life. Usually, I keep the eyeglasses with me and take them off by the bathroom sink. Why did I not do it this time? Who knows. As for those glasses, well they did not survive well under the weight of my growing body. The frame was twisted in one direction and then slightly in an another. The nose piece looked like it was an earring. It was another senior moment.
          
    
    
  
  
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           Isn’t the same thing true about our faith? If we do not keep things in their correct place in terms of our knowledge about what Jesus teaches us, we can become skewed and twisted in our understandings. The result is we may not see what is meant to be seen but only see what we limit ourselves to think about versus what God wants us to know.
          
    
    
  
  
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           As we approach the Holy Week Triduum and the Easter, let’s reflect on what we find in the Gospel readings and listen closely to what Father shares with us in his homilies. Let’s be left with that deep sense of wonder and awe about how much we are loved by Jesus who suffered so much for each of us to save us from our sins, and prepare a path for us to share eternal happiness with Him in heaven.
          
    
    
  
  
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           This particular Bulls game was at 2:30 p.m. and was advertised as a family game, meaning there were many children of all ages present. This included my two grandchildren who are the ages of three and five. It was their first Bulls game and first time being in such a large athletic arena full of noise, lights, and attractions during breaks in the game. We had a wonderful time.
          
    
    
  
  
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            We were asked to follow Jesus’ example in the discussion He had with the two disciples who were on the road to Emmaus after Jesus’ death. Jesus did not lead the discussion but simply asked what they were discussing. He added “what things” in response to the disciples’ question, “do you not know or hear about the things that happened to Jesus of Nazareth?”
           
      
      
    
    
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           “The Advent season is a time of preparation that directs our hearts and minds to Christ’s second coming at the end of time and to the anniversary of our Lord’s birth on Christmas. From the earliest days of the Church, people have been fascinated by Jesus’ promise to come back. But the scripture readings during Advent tell us not to waste our time with predictions. Advent is not about speculation. Our Advent readings call us to be alert and ready, not weighed down and distracted by the cares of this world (Lk 21: 34-36). Like Lent, the liturgical color for Advent is purple since both are seasons of preparing, quieting, and disciplining our hearts for the full joy of Christmas…”
          
    
    
  
  
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           I recently saw a comment on a blog that stated: “Silence can be God’s gift to us. Rest in God encouraged by the devotional verse, ‘Be still and know I am God’ (Psalm 46:10).”
          
    
    
  
  
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           Looking at the internet I learned that the name “fall” comes from the 1500s. The name is thought to originate from the fall of the leaves, in reference to the time of the year trees shed their leaves.
          
    
    
  
  
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           As I thought about what the daughter had said I was struck by the priorities he made in his life: faith in God, love of family, fraternity in treating everyone with dignity and respect, and fortitude through facing so many challenges yet not being negatively defined and impacted by the worst of times he faced in early life.
          
    
    
  
  
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                    When I was six or so, my neighbor down the street got a brand-new bike. That bike was the most glorious thing I had ever set my eyes upon. Large fat tires, gleaming handle bars, shiny red paint, a front basket to carry important things, and a bell to warn others who might get in the way. But I think what was most impressive to me was its size. It was the biggest honking bike I had ever seen. 
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                    And so, my campaign with my father began. I asked; I dragged him down the street to see for himself. I left pictures I had cut out of a catalogue and strategically placed them around the house (e.g., in his coat pocket, on his chair at the dinner table, etc.). When I became desperate, I would whine. I was without ceasing!
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                    My father listened patiently. I can't believe I didn't become annoying at times, but he listened patiently. Of course, he knew that I could never handle a big bike like that at my age, but he listened and determined what I needed. My birthday in June was coming up in a month, and when I woke up that morning, I found a shiny new red bike waiting on the front sidewalk, and it was just my size. (Yes, it had a horn and a basket!)
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                    If I had just mentioned it once in passing, my father might have dismissed it as a passing fancy. Instead, through my persistence, he heard, he listened and he determined how to fulfill the "want," giving me what was best. 
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                    God our Father is like that. The worst thing we can do is pray once, and then whine to ourselves and others that God doesn't hear our prayers, so why bother? God wants to hear from us. God wants to know what we want; God then determines our needs. God wants us to pray without ceasing.
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              But how often in our lives have we stayed silent instead of speaking up when we see an injustice? How many times have we looked the other way when we see a homeless person without so much as a smile? Do we have a care for the person begging for food? Do we offer support for the child or young person being bullied? Do we reach out to those grieving in silence?
          
    
      
    
    
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              This made me think about how grateful I am for God's movement in my life, and the many people and events that have helped my faith to grow, be it the bishops, priests and religious sisters who I know or have known, or be it my wife, family members, friends or co-workers whose faith has been a motivational element moving me closer to Jesus.
          
    
    
  
  
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              Thank you, dear Jesus, for being ever present along with the Father and Holy Spirit in moving us to you. Your involvement in our lives is the reality we need to reflect upon and cherish, so much more even than the photographs that define the times of our lives.
          
    
    
  
  
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