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Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

17 Feb

“Money gives you permission to just walk away from everything that isn’t pretty and perfect. You can’t put up with anything less than lovely. You spend your life running, avoiding, escaping.”

― Chuck Palahniuk

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A very chilly day again here in North Texas, but the good news was, another chance to wear my sock monkey hat while greeting before 9 o’clock Mass. The church is finished and the first Masses will start next week in the glorious new building. ( I wonder if my sock monkey hat is too tacky?)

Today’s Gospel was Jesus talking to the crowds about who will be blessed and welcomed on judgement day, also known as the Beatitudes…

20 Then fixing his eyes on his disciples he said: How blessed are you who are poor: the kingdom of God is yours.

21 Blessed are you who are hungry now: you shall have your fill. Blessed are you who are weeping now: you shall laugh.

22 ‘Blessed are you when people hate you, drive you out, abuse you, denounce your name as criminal, on account of the Son of man.

23 Rejoice when that day comes and dance for joy, look!-your reward will be great in heaven. This was the way their ancestors treated the prophets….

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My take on it… No, you don’t have to be poor or impoverished to be blessed. You don’t have to go hungry or sad and crying all the time to be blessed. But, if you have been blessed here on earth with enough money, food, and other worldly blessings, you have to be humble and share this with others. Even a kind word or a good deed goes a long way in brightening up another’s spirit. Three words… SHARE YOUR BLESSINGS.

Now, for the other stuff. I did get over to Fire Station 5 last night to share some treats with them.

The, I called a few of my senior artist friends at Towne Creek Apartments for an impromptu dinner. Remember all those leftover sandwiches, snacks and sweets from my party? Well, they were a big hit with my ladies.

Well, so much for “Blessed are the hungry…” because no one goes hungry because Miss Toni loves to cook and bake and share.

Happy Blessed Sunday,

Sunday Sermon and an Etch A Sketch

10 Feb

“Have no fear of perfection- you’ll never reach it.”

~Salvador Dali

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Another drizzly, cold, sock monkey hat kinda morning. Greeting before Mass is always the highlight of my day. I passed out a couple of matchbox cars, and a few bright pink heart necklaces from the Dollar Store to my seniors on the Chateau bus, and one for little Avery. Lots of hugs and smiles this morning.

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus going down to the lake, and asking Simon to take him a little way from shore so he could teach and address the crowds. When He finished, He told Simon to go out into the deep water and cast his nets. Simon said they had been fishing all day and caught nothing, but cast the nets as instructed. They caught so many fish that they called for the other boat to help carry the bountiful catch.

Simon Peter and the others fell to their knees and followed Jesus.

“Then Jesus said to Simon, “Do not be afraid; from now on you will be catching people.” When they had brought their boats to shore, they left everything and followed him.”

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My take on it… sometimes we have to blindly cast out our nets and trust that God will do as he promised and take care of us. We also each have a purpose in this life, and once we find our calling, talent, or our gift, we need to honor our Creator by using that gift to the best of our ability.

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After church, I stopped at the store. I know, I was at Kroger just the other day, but Tom Thumb is right by church and eggs were on sale 79 cents a dozen, limit 2. Egg salad sandwiches tomorrow for the potluck. Tuna was also on sale 69 cents a can. I have two potlucks tomorrow, so I’ll make 10 egg salad and 10 tuna sandwiches. Eggs are cooling now.

While I was boiling eggs and contemplating life, I was going through my photos. Last week, my son Joe asked me if I still had his Dick Tracy lunch box from the 80’s and action figures. I went trough a zillion bins labeled boys toys, and I found the lunch box, but it was empty. I found a couple of random bad guys, but I didn’t sort through every action figure. Mr. Tracy might still be in one of these bins.

Inside bin number 5, I found an old Etch A Sketch. I remember having one when I was a girl… a million years ago. This one is from the 80’s. So, I was curious about the history and how much the toy had changed or evolved over the years. NOT MUCH?

This is from the 80’s. They made their American debut in 1960 and were a big seller.

Wow! Look how far the Etch A Sketch has evolved. They added a plastic string and a stylus. Some even have a little color.

Just goes to show, sometimes you can’t improve on a good thing.

Sunday Sermon and Super Bowl Stuff

4 Feb

“Listen to God with a broken heart. He is not only the doctor who mends it, but also the father who wipes away the tears.”

― Criss Jami

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The weather is warming up here in North Texas. It was overcast this morning, but much warmer than last week. (No sock monkey hat) Another fine morning greeting before Mass with lots of hugs, passing out toys to my little friends, and a few brownies for the ladies on the Chateau bus to share when they got back.

Today’s Gospel had that very famous quote containing “Physician cure yourself,” which was very appropriate for Father’s homily….

He said to them, “Surely you will quote me this proverb,

‘Physician, cure yourself,’ and say,

‘Do here in your native place

the things that we heard were done in Capernaum.'”

And he said, “Amen, I say to you,

no prophet is accepted in his own native place.

Father spent a very long time discussing the current release of names of nearly 300 priests in Texas accused of child abuse. He said the topic needed to be discussed, not only for the horrific events, but also the dismissals and cover-ups by the church. I didn’t even think about how now, every Catholic priest will be scrutinized, judged, and always on high alert, lest he be accused of abuse. He felt terrible and said how sad it makes him that he has to be careful not to hug a child or be alone in a room with anyone. Father asked us all to continuing praying for all involved and that the church will begin to “heal itself.”

My take on it… like all occupations or callings, there are going to be good and bad people. Not all priests are pedafiles. Not all police officers are trigger happy killers. Not all poor or homeless people are lazy. We can’t generalize a race, religion, gender, or occupation. There is good and there is evil, it doesn’t discriminate. Is there such a thing as the devil or evil demons? I’m starting to think so.

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On a brighter note, I stopped for coffee at McDonald’s with Mr. Jerry after Mass. After he left, I stayed a while to finish my tea and people watch. On my way back to my car, I ran into my friend Lynn Brown, she was walking in. I hadn’t seen her in months, so I turned around and walked back in to visit with her. That’s how we met the first time a couple years back. We just started chatting at McDonald’s and became Facebook friends. We had a nice visit.

I stopped at the store after McD, then home to walk the dog, and off for my own walk. A text from my son had me scurry home so I could FaceTime with the little ones. Sophie is a month and a half old and growing, and Belle is 2 and just adorable.

After a fun-filled FaceTime with Gamma, I gathered up some goodies to take over to Towne Creek to watch the Super Bowl with my senior friends. Oh my goodness, there was so much food at their potluck party. Walkers, wheelchairs and Super Bowl watchers.

Miss Nelma is looking so much better. Good to see her smiling face. Well, I guess the Patriots beat the Rams. I wasn’t really paying attention. I had my Tony Romo jersey on, so I was neutral. Also, I couldn’t find my Bears jersey or I would have worn that. I was there for the fun, friendship and food.

Another Super Sunday. Hmm…every Sunday is a Super Sunday.

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

27 Jan

“I think that you have to believe in your destiny; that you will succeed, you will meet a lot of rejection and it is not always a straight path, there will be detours – so enjoy the view.”

~Michael York

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A beautiful crisp Sunday morning. It was only 35 degrees when I left for church, but the sun more than made up for the temp. Everyone was cheerful and smiling as I greeted before 9 o’clock Mass. The new church is coming along nicely and the beautiful St. Gabriel statue is now gracing the front entrance, ready for next months ribbon cutting.

(Photo from St. Gabriel Community Facebook page)

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus reading at the synagogue in Nazareth, thus beginning His journey and fulfilling His destiny.

He came to Nazareth, where he had grown up,

and went according to his custom

into the synagogue on the sabbath day.

He stood up to read and was handed a scroll of the prophet Isaiah.

He unrolled the scroll and found the passage where it was written:

The Spirit of the Lord is upon me,

because he has anointed me

to bring glad tidings to the poor.

He has sent me to proclaim liberty to captives

and recovery of sight to the blind,

to let the oppressed go free,

and to proclaim a year acceptable to the Lord.

Rolling up the scroll, he handed it back to the attendant and sat down,

and the eyes of all in the synagogue looked intently at him.

He said to them,

“Today this Scripture passage is fulfilled in your hearing.”

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My take on it… we are all put on this earth to fulfill our destiny, but it is our choice as how to proceed and how to do that. No one tells us what we HAVE TO DO. We get to choose, we have to decide, and sometimes we just don’t get it right, and sometimes we do.

I’ve spent many a sleepless night or meditative morning wondering if I’ve wasted my life or if I haven’t fulfilled my destiny. Was I meant to do great things and just ignored my calling? Then, I contemplate these past six and a half decades and try and think back to all the people I’ve met, friends I’ve made, family that I’ve loved, and the hundreds if not thousands of people I’ve made smile, even just for a moment. That’s when I say, “YES! I’ve accomplished what I set out to do.” I think God is smiling down at me. Either that, or He’s laughing hysterically. Especially this morning when I wore my sock monkey hat to church again.

I thought I was going to have an easy go of it in this life, but a few bumps in the road, a few set backs, and a lot of tears and heartbreak… well, sometimes that’s all part of what makes you stronger. I wouldn’t change a thing.

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

21 Jan

“Men are what their mothers made them.”

~Ralph Waldo Emerson

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Another sock monkey hat morning. The snow from yesterday was all melted but it was bitterly cold greeting at the door before Mass. The warm smiles and hugs from friends more than made up for the cold. I had my Matchbox cars for three little boys in one pocket and a stuffed alligator for Avery in the other. She is so adorable.

Today’s Gospel was the story of the wedding in Cana.

Second Sunday in Ordinary Time

Jn 2:1-11

On the third day there was a wedding in Cana of Galilee, and the mother of Jesus was there. Jesus and his disciples had also been invited to the wedding. 

When the wine gave out, the mother of Jesus said to him, “They have no wine.” 

And Jesus said to her, “Woman, what concern is that to you and to me? 

My hour has not yet come.” 

His mother said to the servants, “Do whatever he tells you.” ………….

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My take on it… four little words… LISTEN TO YOUR MAMMA.

This was the first of the miracles that Jesus performed. He turned water into wine. Mary didn’t tell Jesus what to do. She only suggested that there was no more wine and left the rest up to her son. She raised her son properly and he respected her wishes. A good Gospel story.

After Mass, a quick coffee with Mr. Jerry and a long stop at the grocery store. It warmed up enough in the late afternoon to go for a brisk walk. Funny, the colder it is, the faster I walk. While I was walking, I received a text from my son asking if I wanted to FaceTime and see the grandchildren. I scurried even faster, but took two seconds to capture a quick snap of the glorious sunset.

“Hi Gamma!”

A glorious grand-daughter and a glorious sunset. A perfect Sunday.

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

14 Jan

“Feeling appreciated is one of the most important needs that people have. When you share with someone your appreciation and gratitude, they will not forget you. Appreciation will return to you many times.”

Steve Brunkhorst

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A cold dreary Sunday morning, but that’s ok. I had my sock monkey hat to keep me warm. It was fun greeting before Mass, and seeing all the smiles.

I had a little matchbox car for Liam and Matt in my pocket, and little stuffed animal for Avery. There was a lot of hugging and handshaking and smiling. Then, to make my day even brighter, Young Matt had a present for me. He remembered that I collected crosses, so look at my beautiful birthday gift.

Today’s Gospel was the story of people wondering if John the Baptist was the Savior, but the Holy Spirit descended to announce that Jesus was the true son of God.

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15As the people were in expectation, and all men questioned in their hearts concerning John, whether perhaps he were the Christ, 16John answered them all, “I baptize you with water; but he who is mightier than I is coming, the thong of whose sandals I am not worthy to untie; he will baptize you with the Holy Spirit and with fire. 21Now when all the people were baptized, and when Jesus also had been baptized and was praying, the heaven was opened, 22and the Holy Spirit descended upon him in bodily form, as a dove, and a voice came from heaven, “Thou art my beloved Son; with thee I am well pleased.”

My take on it… we are not always certain of what is true and who we can rely on, but we just need to be patient and all will be released in good time.

Normally I stop at McDonald’s or the store on my way home, but I’m still feeling yucky and just wanted to come home and take a nap. I gave it a shot, but I just lay there coughing and stuffy, so I got up and did some housework. Later, I went for a long walk in the cold dreary afternoon. Yes, I’m crazy. I walk even when I feel lousy. It gives me energy and makes me feel better.

I got a call from my son asking if I wanted to FaceTime with my beautiful grand-daughters, so I scurried home. There were also some beautiful pictures waiting for me on the Cloud.

Who wouldn’t love that little face?

Sister time. How cute! I really appreciate our special Sunday FaceTime.

Today was a great day to appreciate my many blessings, but also what a great feeling to be appreciated by friends and family. Yes, I am blessed.

Sunday Sermon, Some Firemen, and Some Long Distance Gamma Time

7 Jan

“Yes I am weird, weird is good. Normal is overrated.”

― Mad-D

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It felt good to think that I was getting back to normal, then I realized, I was never normal to begin with. No where to get back to. I hit the ground running when I got home after being gone almost five weeks. Now, back to my old routines, errands, laundry, housework, friends, dog sitting, church, walking, and so much more.

Dog sitting, and of course, dog walking.

It was nice to see the sunrise, then see the sanctuary of St. Gabriel’s again. Greeting before 9 o’clock Mass, was good and back to normal. Lots of hugs and wishes for a Happy New Year. Sundays are a day of joy. The Knights of Columbus hosted a pancake breakfast afterwards. Nice.

Today’s Gospel was the story of the Magi or Three Wisemen. I always called them the Three Wise Guys. A little Catholic humor.

Gospel

MT 2:1-12

When Jesus was born in Bethlehem of Judea,

in the days of King Herod,

behold, magi from the east arrived in Jerusalem, saying,

“Where is the newborn king of the Jews?

We saw his star at its rising

and have come to do him homage.”

We all know the story. Herod didn’t like this. He told the Magi to let him know when they find the child so he could pay homage. But, after they found the baby and family, offering gifts and homage, a dream warned them not to return to Herod.

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After the pancake breakfast, a quick stop at Sprouts, as my tradition, for some much needed fruit and vegetables. Then, scurry home and take Bella for a walk. Later, a walk around the neighborhood, with a stop to visit Mr. Larry and Miss Sandy.

When I got home, time to make the brownies. A batch for tomorrow and a batch, hot out of the oven to take over my friendly firemen over at Station 9. I think maybe they were missing me. (At least my brownies.) I showed them a bunch of baby pictures.)

Hamming it up for Miss Toni. I got to see their Christmas tree and decorations, still on display. My hand-painted ornament was in a prominent location. It was a nice visit. I like having my firemen family, too.

Later in the afternoon, I was able to FaceTime with my grandchildren. Gosh, I miss them. Belle was sweet and talkative. She had all her baby dolls lined up, taking care of them, and arranging them.

Then it was time to say goodbye and blow kisses to Gamma. Melt my heart.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DmGMy5v9tiA

It was a wonderful Sunday… even if the Bears lost and choked and hit the uprights. It’s just a game.