Author: Steve

and told you He had someone very dear to Him that He needed you to take care of. Someone that no one else could fully provide for, nurture, care for, feed, clothe, respect, get to church on Sundays, teach about life and faith and the sacraments, pray with, pray for and most of all, love. Jesus would tell you this person is a temple of His Spirit. Someone whose arms and hands Jesus would use for as instruments of His mercy and kindness. Someone whose mouth He would use to preach his Gospel. Someone who He wanted in Heaven with Him forever. Someone who suffered and died for, someone for whom He suffers still.

On this day of Pentecost realize Jesus has done just that with each one of us. That someone is you. He’s given you YOU. “Love your neighbor as you love yourself” is not only a commandment, it is a fact. We will love others to the extent we love ourselves.

when he changes the title on his blog.

This just in from Michael Tinkler, our favorite cranky professor:

The 11:00 mass at St. Francis de Sales, Geneva, New York (http://www.genevarcc.org/) ends. I go to my car. The electronic carillon from Hell starts up – it’s playing “On the Street Where You Live.”

From Hell indeed! An electronic carillon is one thing, but some idiot programming it with pop tunes is another matter entirely. He’s probably hoping someone will open up a bar next door so he can be the world’s first carillon lounge lizard. Or maybe they’ll change the name of the church to “Our Lady of Luck” so he can play “Luck be a Lady!” What do they play on vocation Sunday? “It’s Raining Men?”

It never ceases to amaze me – whether or not it’s First Communion or Confirmation there is still some kid in a white tuxedo.
I’ll write about the Mass later. One thing really cheesed me – the Bishop thanked the different groups involved in preparing and executing the Mass. The last group he mentioned was the newly-formed Diocesan Choir. He spread it on really thick and everyone clapped. So much for storing riches up in Heaven by volunteering.
One last thing – a ton of people in choir thought I was John. Not since High School have so many people called me “John.” We accepted each other’s diplomas at our graduation. That was a hoot. All our friends knew but the principal didn’t have a clue.

Woo-hoo!