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Sunday, November 1, 2015

All Saints and All Souls

I want to take a break talking about the Papal Visit to chat with you about the feasts of All Saints and All Soul’s.  These are two days set apart by the Church to honor those who have gone before us.
When I think about All Saint’s Day, I can’t help but reflect on all of the people who are every day Saints in my life, especially after listening to Father’s homily today.  My life has been so richly blessed with people who are faithful to God and spread the Gospel message by the way they live and care for others.

St. Francis of Assisi is quoted as saying “Teach the Gospel at all times, if necessary, use words.”  Some of the Saints in my life are gifted with “word” and some are gifted in “deed” and God also put along my journey friends who are gifted in both word and deed.  Through all of these Saints, I have learned to know, love and serve God.  Through their example I have come to learn that the best way to see God here on earth is to see him in others.  I feel like this is the very reason that the church decided to begin to canonize holy men and women, so that we could have shining examples to look toward in our quest to fulfill the purpose for which we were made; to know, love and serve God.  In our human weakness, we often fall short of this goal, however, when we look to the lives of the Saints, we learn that despite their human weakness, they gave all of their heart and soul to following the will of God. Perhaps this is the call to sainthood, to live every day remembering that we should love God before all else.

I love when we hear the names of the parishioners who have passed from this earthly existence spoken during Mass.  I cherish this ritual, and as each candle is lit, I picture their face and remember them.  When I was young, I would get confused about the day of All Soul’s.  I used to think that it was a day we prayed for all people.  If Sister Thomas Marie were reading this, I am sure that she would shake her finger at me again and say, now Christine, you know we have learned about this already!  The feast is actually called “The Commemoration of All the Faithful Departed.”  I suppose if I remembered that instead of the more commonly used name “All Soul’s Day” it would have been easier for me to remember that this was a day set apart to pray for our dead.  As I prepare my heart to attend a prayer service this evening to hear the name of my mother spoken, I got to thinking about all those souls who have no one to pray for them.  I thought of the homeless and children who die of hunger.  I thought of the disappeared and the prisoners of war.  Who will read their names this day to commemorate their life?  Who will speak for those souls who were never given the opportunity to be named?  Thinking of these souls make the prayer for the dead even more important to me.  “May their souls and all the souls of the faithful departed through the mercy of God, rest in peace” takes on a deeper meaning for me when I think of “all the souls.”

I pray that each one of us remembers that every decision we make; every act of anger and every little act of kindness effects the life of another.  This afternoon we watched the movie “The Five People You Meet in Heaven.”  At the end of the movie, the narrator reminds us that “Each affects the other, and the other affects the next, and the world is full of stories, but the stories are all one.” (Mitch Albom, The Five People You Meet in HeavenMay we share what makes our stories one ~ the love that God has for us!  May we strive to be saints!

Shalom,

Tina

Sunday, October 18, 2015

The Pilgrimage

I was so excited to start to share with you my experience of seeing Pope Francis that I failed to begin at the beginning . . . the pilgrimage.

I left off last week where I really should have begun . . . the reason that I was called to join this pilgrimage.  I heard word that the World Meeting of Families was being held in Philadelphia.  This is what first caught my attention and I wondered if it would be possible for my family to participate in this incredible event.  Then I heard that Pope Francis would be coming to the Festival of Families!  Oh my goodness, my excitement grew to a whole new level.  It was shortly after the announcement was made that I received an email from Dave Schmidt at the Office of Pro-Life, Marriage and Family Life at the Diocese of Youngstown saying a pilgrimage had been planned to attend the Festival of Families and the Papal Mass.  I was hooked!

According to the Merriam-Webster Dictionary, pilgrimage is a noun defined as “a journey to a holy place” or “a journey to an unusual place.” Hmmmm, I do believe that venturing off on a bus to a camp ground with 50 others with the intent of joining millions definitely counts for “an unusual place.”  In search of a way to grasp the true meaning of a pilgrimage, I found this to be quite helpful to me from
www.Spiritual Travels.com.

“The ancient practice of pilgrimage—a journey taken for spiritual enrichment—is being rediscovered by Christians around the world.  In the past, such trips often took many months and entailed great physical risk.  Today’s pilgrimages may be taken by airplane or car, but the goal is the same as that of seekers trudging down deserted path centuries ago:  like them, we set out on the road to hear the voice of God more clearly, hoping that as we journey our hearts may be opened and our souls healed.”

It is the last line that explains my reasoning for wanting to join this pilgrimage “to hear the voice of God more clearly.”  My pilgrimage began the moment that I decided I needed to travel to a not-so-unusual place to see and hear a very holy person.  Prayer was an integral part of our pilgrimage to Philly.  While on the bus we prayed the Rosary, the Divine Chaplet, Morning and Evening Prayer.   Ann and I were privileged to lead the Morning Prayer on the way to and from Philadelphia on Sunday.  It was such an honor.  Marianne made a beautiful song sheet and everyone on the bus just wanted to keep singing on the way to Philly.  It was a glorious sound and I certainly could “hear the voice of God more clearly” when I closed my eyes and listened to the sound of singing and praying among us! 

The pilgrimage was not simply to see the Pope even though that is what I tend to focus on when I talk with people.  The pilgrimage included pockets of grace such as sharing the experience with a beautiful family with ten children; witnessing the excitement and tears of a young student from Kennedy who sings in the choir with me as she described the moment that “she saw him,” hearing that the man who organized the entire event stayed back to help someone in need thereby being the very hands of Christ; gazing at the eclipse of the moon with others after celebrating the Papal Mass; all of these moments of grace along the journey did indeed open my heart and allowed me to see the face of Christ in others. 

I often say that everywhere we step is holy ground because we are each made for holiness.  We are all pilgrims along this journey toward heaven and I am so very glad to be “trudging down” the path along with you!

Shalom,

Tina

Sunday, October 4, 2015

Quiet Anticipation

Over the next several weeks I will be sharing with you my experience of the Papal Pilgrimage celebrated in Philadelphia.  Truly, words cannot express the joy and peace which I feel after participating in such a pilgrimage.  I thought I would start off talking with you about one of the things that surprised me . . .the quiet anticipation!

Photo Courtesy of Pam Harriman
When we arrived in Philly, I was awestruck by the number of buses in the parking lot!  The moment we disembarked from our bus, you could literally feel the buzz in the air.  Groups were gathering and walking and waiting in lines and yet the atmosphere was very jovial.  Now everyone’s experience will be different, but from my perspective, it was very peaceful which is hard to image when you contemplate the fact that probably 2 million people were gathered to catch a glimpse of Pope Francis.

So, we arrived Saturday for the Festival of Families.  We did not really know exactly where to go or what to expect going through security.  We were greeted with smiling volunteers; bottles of water; pictures of Pope Francis given out by American Bible Company, along with numerous street vendors selling a wide variety of Pope Apparel.  Even the street vendors were kind (at least Saturday . . .but that is for another blog!)  I was immediately struck by the quiet  . . . the absence of the sound of traffic was amazing.

Going through security was quite an adventure.  Why do we have to carry so much stuff!!!  Oh my goodness, everything had to be opened and inspected, but we got through pretty quickly.  At this point I was once again surprised by the quiet, jovial nature of the crowd.  I guess I was expecting the sound of a football stadium perhaps because of the number of people; but no, everyone talked very pleasantly, sharing stories of what brought them to Philly.

Then we approached a spot along the fence with thousands of others just hoping to get a glimpse of him passing by.  Here too, the air was full of anticipation and people were again sharing stories of what brought them to Philly and groups of people were singing songs.  The closer it came to the time when he was to begin the parade, the quieter people became.  Our eyes were pealed on the jumbotron across the block to see if the parade had begun. 

People were leaning over and standing on their tiptoes (me for sure) and looking left and the crowd grew even more quiet.  And then, it began!  In the jumbotron you could see that the parade did indeed begin and there was a loud roar as the crowd cheered . . . then it once again became quiet.  You knew that he was approaching because the roar of the crowd came toward you like a wave upon the shore.  Arms flew in the air, iphones and cameras and ipads were rapidly clicking away while the crowd cheered.  In a moment it was over . . . I personally, being on the short side that I am, only was able to see the sweep of the back of his cape as I caught a glimpse in between others as their arms lowered. 

Oh then, the joy . . . people were crying and hugging . . . total strangers.  The woman standing in front of me turned around and said “I saw him, I saw him!” and she shared with me the picture that she snapped.

Then the crowd quietly made their way to settle in front of a jumbotron to watch the Festival of Families.  Snacks were had and stories were shared, then we decided it was time to start our journey back to the bus.  In the subway, people were overjoyed and shared if they caught a glimpse of our dear Pope Francis.  On the bus ride back to camp I contemplated all of this and thought of the reasons that brought me on this pilgrimage.  I feel that Pope Francis so embodies the Gospel Message of Jesus Christ and being in his presence somehow makes me feel the wonder of what it will be like when I am actually in the presence of our Lord.  Jesus commissioned the twelve to go out and spread the Gospel Message, and here I was, 267 (I think) leaders later, able to catch a glimpse of the man that God has chosen to lead his Church.  Oh what a wonder.  I can’t wait to share more with you next week.  Until then,

Shalom,

Tina

Sunday, September 27, 2015

Humble Servant

I am writing this on the eve of our Papal Pilgrimage.  I could not be more proud to travel with fellow parishioners as we represent every member of Saint William Parish when we leave for Philadelphia Saturday Morning.  Know that we hold each of you in our prayer.  Cathy, one of my fellow pilgrims
had the idea to take something with us which would represent the parish so that when (NOT IF) the Pope passes by us that his blessing would be extended to every parishioner. We will each carry this sign with us as we represent the good people of Saint William.

I feel that Pope Francis embodies the Gospel message with the way he lives his life.  I know that I will feel the peace of Christ with his presence.  The more I think about being in the presence of Pope Francis, the more I wonder what it must have been like living in the time when Jesus walked the earth thousands of years ago.  I feel like I will be the hemorrhaging woman who reaches out just to touch his cloak.  I wonder what the excitement would have been like as people left their homes to head to the Mount to hear what this holy man, son of Joseph and Mary, had to say.  I wonder if they left their homes empty handed or carried with them provisions for a day or two.

I told myself to pack light, but as I look at my belongings I know I should be leaving a few things behind.  I don’t need to feed everyone, just bring what I need for me.  I find that this concept is not very easy!  I want to be able to have enough to share.  As I was shopping, I could not help but think of the feeding of the thousands.  I am convinced that the Gospel reflects not only the miracle Jesus performed, but also the very heart of human nature ~ to share and take care of our fellow man.  When each of us on our pilgrimage share what we bring along for the next few days, I can’t wait to see how many baskets are left over!

Know that as I step onto the parade route that I have you in mind.  Know that when I raise my voice in song at the Papal Mass that I hold you in my prayers.  May God bring you whatever you need and may you feel his awesome presence in your life.

Shalom,

Tina








Sunday, September 20, 2015

Loving the Liturgy

Gosh, I am having a tough time keeping up with my blog right now.  Father Balash talked about offering forgiveness to others even when they frustrate you.  Well, I frustrate myself so much and find it very difficult to tell myself it is ok and to forgive myself for my many human weaknesses. 

For those of you who know me, you probably know by now how much I LOVE THE LITURGY!  I love the sites, the sounds, the smells that accompany a Catholic Liturgy.  I have been blessed this week to celebrate beautiful liturgy with my Parish family, my Catholic School family an
d today with nearly 1,000 Catholic School students at St. Columba with Bishop Murry.

Have you ever closed your eyes during liturgy and just listened to the sound of everyone singing, or everyone praying the Lord’s Prayer?  I especially love the sound of silence after communion.  To me there is something quite profound about the sound of silence for it is then that I hear God whisper to me.

It was amazing to me today to hear the sound of the faithful singing the Eucharistic Acclamations.  Their voices rose up through the rafters and I truly felt that we were singing with the choirs of Angels as we acclaimed, Holy, Holy, Holy Lord God of hosts.  I felt as if it were a wave splashing up over into the choir loft.  It was truly amazing.

We are called to full, active participation in the liturgy, and when we answer this call, oh what a difference it makes.  When we fully participate, body, mind and soul, our joy spills over to our neighbor and they in turn spread their joy to others.  I pray that you can be this fountain of joy for others.

On Sunday we heard that
                                    “Indeed someone might say, “You have faith and I have works.” 
                                                Demonstrate your faith to me without works,
                                                and I will demonstrate my faith to you from my works.”
                                                                                                                                                                James 2:18
I pray that the Words of God inspire you to a full and active participation not only in words, but in deeds as well so that when you go forth you glorify the Gospel with your life.


Shalom,

Tina

Sunday, September 6, 2015

Catholic Family

Hello again!  I am glad to be back after a very busy week of activities at both the Parish and Kennedy.

I was so proud to see so many parishioners and friends from the Warren area parishes attend the Michael James Mette Concert on August 30.  I was blessed to spend much of the day with this beautiful Catholic family.  I am a person who notices details and I want to share with you some of the things that I noticed about this family that to me exemplifies what it means to be a Catholic family.

Celebrating the Holy Mass:  Flanked by their parents, the six Mette children honored the Sabbath by being full, active participants of the liturgy.  Along with their parents, they prayed, sang, listened, responded and honored God with their reverent posture.  It was beautiful to see every single one of them (well, with the exception of the baby) fully participate in liturgy.  It made me hunger to see this in every Catholic family.  Imagine how much more joyful our worship time together would be if EVERY person had the courage to be active, full participants in the liturgy!

Christian Parenting:  Michael and Michelle have a very patient and loving parenting manner.  I wish I possessed those skills when my Josh and Katie were little.  I feel like I became a better parent as more children came along and looking back I realize that the difference was not that I somehow got smarter . . .no . . . the difference was that I started going back to religious education!  I can say without a doubt that attending adult faith formation sessions brought me to a closer relationship with Christ which made me a happier person which in turn made me a better parent!  I can see this in Michael and Michelle!  They have such love and respect for each child and in turn their children have great respect for them.  They work as a family unit.  Over the years, this is something for which I long.  Brian and I have lived a life of divide and conquer; each of us doing our own thing and splitting up to make sure the children all got to where they needed to be.  Even in celebrating Liturgy . . . we very rarely have the joy of sitting together.  Parents with children still at home . . .the best piece of advice that I can offer you is to work as a family.  A family that plays together and prays together, stays together!  Please pray for my family!

Celebrating Meals:  The Mette children were so joyous no matter what the meal.  I was so worried that I did not prepare a hot meal for lunch (planned picnic food but alas, it rained) but when the children saw the lunch buffet, they were so appreciative.  No one was permitted to eat until all were in their seat so they could pray as a family.  They each ate everything on their plate and they cleaned up after themselves.  They asked permission before taking sweets!  THEY HAD CONVERSATION during meal!  It was so beautiful to witness.  My friends, no matter how difficult, reclaim your family meal time around your dining room table.  Put electronics aside, shut off the tv and talk with each other.  Help each other do the dishes afterward, pray together!

The Concert:  I have not been to a rock concert in years and I have never had the privilege of attending a Christian concert.  I forgot how loud it would be.  The lights and video to me was amazing and as a guitarist, I was all about watching Michael play his different guitars!  The music and video was so inspirational.  I loved the video about creation . . . it was very thought provoking for me.  Oh, and when the children came to join Michael “on stage” . . . they are each so talented and joyous.  Then Michael and Michelle stood next to each other as Michelle gave a moving witness of their struggles to hold on to each other in difficult times.  For those struggling with marriage, may God be with you.  May you feel the strength of the spirit through your difficult times.

Be a strong Catholic family and produce strong Catholic youth so that they may grow to become a strong Catholic family and the circle of life honoring God and neighbor may continue to thrive.

Shalom,

Tina

Sunday, August 23, 2015

Only Love Remains

“For better or worse, in sickness and in health until death do you part” were the words in to which my parents said “I Do” to each other August 23, 1958.  These were the common vows 57 years ago.  They have been replaced with “I will love you and honor you all the days of my life.”  This “newer” version is the vow Brian and I pledged to each other in 1985 and I believe they more closely reflect the covenant of the Sacrament of Marriage.  For while death parted my parents on December 26, 2014; my father’s love for my mother has not diminished in the least and he continues to honor her daily.  The love and honor he carries in his heart for his Rosie will last all the days of his life.

This is another rough day for my family and we are blessed enough by God to be celebrating this day together in the home of my sister who lives in New York.  While we gather to celebrate the 16th birthday of my niece, we will honor and remember the day our parents left their homes and became one. 

Our parents took their marriage vows very seriously.  In good times and in bad, they held on to each other and I believe they remained in love because they kept God the Father, Son and Spirit as the third person in their marriage.  They took seriously the sacramental bond of man and woman united in love by God and their love grew with the grace of God.  I will be forever grateful for their example of Christian love and sacramental marriage. 

The sacramental love my parents had for each other is the love that has been keeping my Dad going these past eight months.  It is the love that gave him the strength to care for his Rosie as she lay dying and it is the love that gave my Mom the strength to surrender to her John and allow him to care for her very basic human needs.  I can remember saying to my Dad that I was so sorry he had to watch the love of his life struggle and he said “well, we said for better or worse; I guess this is the worse.”  Oh what love is this!  Love that is patient and kind, love that bears no record of wrong, love that remains!  He carries that love with him every day as he learns to live life with Mom in heaven and he waits until he will be united with her again. 

Love does not brood.  Dad is courageously moving forward even though it is difficult to be separated by this earthly plane.  He knows without a doubt that there will be a day in which he will be reunited with his Rosie and on that day the church bells will once again ring out, just as they tolled to mark the sacramental union of my parents, just as they tolled to mark Mom’s entry into the Promised Land.  Oh what love is this, love that is strong enough to wait for God to bring forth the light. 

So for all of you love birds out there who, like my Daddy, must spend your wedding anniversary here on earth while the love of your life waits for you in heaven, take courage in this steadfast love.  Be strengthened by the certain hope that you will be reunited with your love when Jesus calls you home.  May you feel the presence of that love on your special day.

Enjoy this song by Michael James Mette who will be coming to St. William on August 30 for a “Sharing Faith Through Music” Concert.
When We Leave Earth:

Shalom,

Tina