Monday, November 30, 2009

Prayer to Obtain Favors-Feast of St. Andrew

Hail and blessed be the hour and moment in which the Son of God was born of the most pure Virgin Mary, at midnight, in Bethlehem, in piercing cold. In that hour vouchsafe, O my God! to hear my prayer and grant my desires, through the merits of Our Saviour Jesus Christ, and of His Blessed Mother. Amen.
(It is piously believed that whoever recites the above prayer 15 times a day from the feast of St. Andrew-Nov. 30th- until Christmas will obtain what is asked.)

Thursday, November 26, 2009

I am thankful for my faith, my family and my friends.
Happy Thanksgiving!

Sunday, November 22, 2009


Time flies is an understatement. This youngest daughter of ours celebrated her First Penance a week and a half ago and I mean celebrated. I peered back just in time to see her run to the station set up around the inside of our Church and plop down in front of our associate pastor. I knelt to pray for her as she "bared her soul" until I felt her snug up next to me and jump up to her knees remembering "Oh, I have to do my penance." As she sat and waited for the other children to go for their First Confessions, she expressed her deep desire to wait for them to finish so I could go. Suddenly and unexpectantly, she turned towards me in a whirl and asked, "Do ya want me to tell you my sins?" "No, babe. That's okay. They're already all taken care of now." She proceeded to keep talking until she punched me in a slight bit of anger as I teased her about something. No sooner did the strike occur than she exclaimed, "Oh no. That's a sin. Can I go over to another priest and tell him." Now can we imagine? "Bless me's been 15 minutes since my last confession." The night was awesome as I expected and this last child of mine was comfortable. She knew that this night was about God loving her no matter what. She knew it was about His incredible forgiveness no matter what. What more could I ask?

Monday, November 9, 2009


I truly meant to get this blog in for Halloween but didn't get it done. So here it is a little late.

Devotion to promises and instruction and prayers passed down from God through the apostles and other holy men and women are meant to help us live a good life. God wants us to love Him and to be dedicated to Him and to be happy and to prosper. He has sent His mother to ask us to pray and has revealed His Sacred Heart to St. Margaret Mary filled with promises including, “I promise you in the excessive Mercy of My Heart that My all-powerful love will grant to all those who communicate on the First Friday in nine consecutive months the graces of final penitence; they shall not die in My disgrace nor without receiving their Sacraments; My Divine Heart shall be their safe refuge in the last moment.” First Friday Mass and first Friday Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament was and is still a strong belief and devotion of my father. After all, a promise is a promise.

Halloween was always a big deal in our neighborhood because the houses were relatively close to one another and everyone knew each other and we could stay out late and still be safe. The emphasis was always on All Souls and All Saints days in our house but we were never kept from good old fashion trick or treating. As high school arrived, the tricks became more enticing then the treats. We would hang the occasional toilet paper on a tree or move “for sale” signs from one yard to the next but nothing really harmful to person or property, until …

I just had to be cool. My sister Donna and I had some friends to spend the night and we decided to throw eggs at our neighbor’s house. Newly built. Beautiful glass front doors. Nice people. We rode to school with the oldest of the four girls. We had gone home and at midnight decided to sneak out our bedroom window, across the roof, down the brick wall to the ground. My sister and I remained in the ditch as lookouts because we were chicken compared to the girls we hung around. We watched them and cheered them on as they methodically covered the panes with raw drippings. Suddenly, it was not the sound of eggs cracking but more like glass. Donna and I got a head start back to the house and straddled a ladder on the brick wall to get everyone back up to the roof and across to the window. Ellen’s legs were still hanging out when I heard our back door open. Ellen froze, half in and half out, while I watched my father get into his car and drive away. She scurried in and we watched as police cars arrived across the street. Who would have thought that what we tapped with a knife to crack could possibly have crashed the heavy, thick glass on those doors?

We promised one another not to talk about the incident at school. Then Donna and I spent several minutes explaining to our friends about dad going in the middle of the night to keep Jesus company in the Chapel. As if maybe taking time to explain my dad’s devotion to the Sacred Heart would somehow deliver us from evil. Or better yet, passing on the few promises we remembered would somehow allow us His mercy.

Lord, teach me to use the many prayers and devotions You have passed down. Help me to remember to promote devotion to the rosary and to Your Sacred Heart. You know I am easily tempted to fall from Your grace. Show me how to make up for my many shortcomings by praying to and spending time with You.