Yesterday, my religious congregation, the Congregation of Holy Cross, celebrated the feast day of our founder, Blessed Basile Anthony Moreau. Among the first stories of Father Moreau that stays with me until this day was how in a moment of sadness and despair, alone in the small chapel of the motherhouse, he knocked on the tabernacle door and cried, “Are You there?”
We are here because we have heard a promise of peace and we have faith that its day will come. We have heard a rumor of justice and we have faith that its day will come. We have heard a whisper of hope and we have heard that its day will come. We have heard a hint of love and we have faith its day will come. We have heard of the birth of the Christ-child and we have faith this day is here! Welcome to Christmas and Merry Christmas to one and all!
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I had one of those interesting conversations with my sister as I visited her home on Sunday and shared a bowl of soup. We catch up on the latest although the latest is usually about her weekly visit to the hairdresser, her son’s days at a group home and local happenings.
There are stories about our ancestors in the faith that are important for us to hear over and over again, because they affirm the truth of what Jesus said today in the gospel: that the Kingdom of God is among us and that Christ continues to suffer and be rejected.
Saint Martin de Porres was born in Lima, Peru. He entered the Dominican Order and served as barber, a farm laborer, and an infirmarian, where he became well known for his special care of the sick and the poor.
These days there are so many “bent over” men and women; their spirits depleted by the lingering effects of COVID-19, the divisiveness of the political campaign in this and other countries, the civil unrest in scores of countries where people have taken to the streets to air their grievances.