'Preaching' in today's culture

'Preaching' in today's culture

Bible can only be understood with the Church, Pope tells scholars :: Catholic News Agency (CNA)

Bible can only be understood with the Church, Pope tells scholars :: Catholic News Agency (CNA)

Surrender To God.

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The Cab Ride...

I arrived at the address and honked the horn.
after waiting a few minutes I walked to the
door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a
frail, elderly voice. I could hear something
being dragged across the floor.

After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in
her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress

and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody

out of a 1940's movie.
By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment

looked as if no one had lived in it for years.

All the furniture was covered with sheets.
There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks

or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a

cardboard box filled with photos and glassware.

'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said.

I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned

to assist the woman.
She took my arm and we walked
slowly toward the curb.

She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing',

I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way

I would want my mother to be treated.'
'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we

got in the cab, she gave me an address and then

asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?'
'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly..

'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry.

I'm on my way to a hospice.

I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were

glistening. 'I don't have any family left,'she

continued in a soft voice.. 'The doctor says I

don't have a very long time to live.' I quietly reached over

and shut off the meter.

'What route would you like me to take?' I asked.

For the next two hours, we drove through the city.

She showed me the building where she had once

worked as an elevator operator.
We drove through the neighborhood where she

and her husband had lived when they were

newlyweds She had me pull up in front

of a furniture warehouse that had once been

a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl.
Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a

particular building or corner and would sit

staring into the darkness, saying nothing.
As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon,

she suddenly said, 'I'm tired. Let's go now'.

We drove in silence to the address she had given me.

It was a low building, like a small convalescent home,

with a driveway that passed under a portico.
Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon

as we pulled up. They were Solicitous and intent,

watching her every move.

They must have been expecting her.

I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to
the door. The woman was already seated in a
wheelchair.
'How much do I owe you?'
She asked, reaching into her purse.

'Nothing,' I said
'You have to make a living,' she answered.
'There are other passengers,' I responded.
Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug.

She held onto me tightly.

'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,'

she said. 'Thank you.'
I squeezed her hand, and then walked into

the dim morning light.. Behind me, a door shut.

It was the sound of the closing of a life..

I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift.

I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that
day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had
gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient
to end his shift?

What if I had refused to take the run,

or had honked once, then driven away?
On a quick review, I don't think that I have

done anything more important in my life.

We're conditioned to think that our lives

revolve around great moments.
But great moments often catch us

unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others

may consider a small one.

Scripture and Tradition in the Catholic Church

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2nd Thesalonians 2:15

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When I'm Gone. A Poem for All Souls Day...

When I'm Gone
By: Lyman Hancock

When I’ve come to the end of my journey
and I have traveled my very last mile
Forget if you can that I’ve frowned
Remember only my smile...

Forgive unkind words I have spoken
Remember some good I have done
Forget I ever had heartache
And remember only our fun...

Forget that I've stumbled and fumbled
And sometimes fell by the way
Remember: I fought some hard battles
But had you at the close of my day...

Do not grieve for my going
I would not have you sad this day
But in time gather some flowers
And remember the place where I lay...

Perhaps in the shade of evening
When the sun paints the sky in the West
Come stand a few moments above me
Remembering only the best...

The Story of the two horses...

There is a place in the countryside with a field that has two horses in it.

From a distance, each horse looks like any other horse. But if you stop your car, or are walking by, you will notice something quite amazing....

Looking into the eyes of one horse will disclose that he is blind. His owner has chosen not to have him put down, but has made a good home for him.

This alone is amazing.

If you stand nearby and listen, you will hear the sound of a bell.
Looking around for the source of the sound, you will see that it comes from the smaller horse in the field.

Attached to the horse's halter is a small bell.
It lets the blind friend know where the other horse is, so he can follow.

As you stand and watch these two friends,
You'll see that the horse with the bell is always checking on the blind horse,
And that the blind horse will listen for the bell and then slowly walk
To where the other horse is,
Trusting that he will not be led astray.

When the horse with the bell returns
To the shelter of the barn each evening,
It stops occasionally and looks back,
Making sure that the blind friend isn't too far behind to hear the bell.

Like the owners of these two horses,
God does not throw us away just because we are not perfect
Or because we have problems or challenges.

He watches over us and even brings others into our lives
To help us when we are in need..

Sometimes we are the blind horse
Being guided by the little ringing bell of those who God places in our lives.

Other times we are the guide horse, helping others to find their way....

Good friends are like that... You may not always see them, but you know they are always there.

Please listen for my bell and I'll listen for yours.
And remember...
Be kinder than necessary-
Everyone you meet is fighting
Some kind of battle.

The parable of the pencil...

A PENCIL MAKER TOLD THE PENCIL 5 IMPORTANT LESSONS JUST BEFORE PUTTING IT IN THE BOX :


1.) EVERYTHING YOU DO WILL ALWAYS LEAVE A MARK.

2.) YOU CAN ALWAYS CORRECT THE MISTAKES YOU MAKE.

3.) WHAT IS IMPORTANT IS WHAT IS INSIDE OF YOU.

4.) IN LIFE, YOU WILL UNDERGO PAINFUL SHARPENINGS,
WHICH WILL ONLY MAKE YOU BETTER.

5.) TO BE THE BEST PENCIL, YOU MUST ALLOW YOURSELF
TO BE HELD AND GUIDED BY THE HAND THAT HOLDS YOU.

We all need to be constantly sharpened. This parable may encourage you to know that you are a special person, with unique God-given talents and abilities. Only you can fulfill the purpose which you were born to accomplish. Never allow yourself to get discouraged and think that your life is insignificant and cannot be changed and, like the pencil, always remember that the most important part of who you are, is what's inside of you.

My Gospel Reflections for Friday August 6: Luke 9:28-36

My Reflections:
Why did Jesus brought along Peter, John and James to the mountain of Transfiguration? It was for them to see and experience what shall await them if they will not give-up and continue to be faithful to the teachings of Jesus.

It was a foretaste of heaven actually, but before heaven there shall be trials, before heaven there shall be persecutions and before heaven our discipleship might be severely tested. Test and trials are part and parcel of our Christian discipleship no one who choose to follow Jesus is exempt from it.

But after all the trials of our discipleship has been said and done with; there shall be an ecstatic experience of heaven for all of us.

So always be faithful to your discipleship and never allow the temptation of this world to distract you. ...