In every age, Lord, you have been our refuge. Fortunately, we had at least one cheerful reminder in the midst of the pessimistic reading from the Book of Ecclesiastes, and the tyrant who beheaded John the Baptist mocked Jesus, had Him dressed in purple, and returned Him to Pilate for condemnation.
I heard this story from a homilist. “A man died and was admitted into heaven. The Angel gave him a brief tour around the Kingdom. What caught his attention were the numerous pairs of ears hanging all over. So, he asked the Angel, ‘What are those?’ The Angel replied, ‘Those are human ears.’ He asked, ‘But why are they here hanging all over the place?’
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Often I hear: "My faith is between God and me." “My faith is private.” “My faith isn't worn on my sleeve.” “I believe in spending time with God in secret.” Jesus certainly did spend time alone with His Father. He went away to commune with his Father often. However, there is another side to our faith. In today’s gospel, Jesus compares sharing our faith with placing our light on a lampstand (Luke 8:16-18).
Today we celebrate the feast day of Our Lady of the Seven Sorrows or Maria Dolorosa. It is the most important feast day of The Congregation of Holy Cross. Our founder, Blessed Basil Moreau, placed the Congregation of Holy Cross under the patronage of Our Lady of Sorrows. We are a Congregation that is Marian at its foundation, and we are a Congregation that was called right from its beginning to be deeply attentive to the different sorrows, sufferings, or crosses that the people we serve experience each day.
In the middle of a frustrating situation, Rebecca Martin found an opportunity to be a blessing the very person who arrived to help her.
"I was a neurotic for years. Anxious, depressed, selfish. And everyone kept telling me to change. And I resented them, and agreed with them, and wanted to change, but simply couldn't, no matter how I tried. What hurt the most was that, like the others, my closest friend kept urging me to change. So I felt powerless and trapped.