Mar 17 – Homily – Fr Dominic: St. Patrick and Catholic Ireland
Saturday, March 17th, 2012
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Ave Maria! Friar Gabriel Cortes continues his story from last episode where he related his conversion story. Now he covers his ministry work in the land down under, Australia. He first fills in the details of his conversion and then relates his experience of being in Toodyay and Perth, Australia for ten years. He covers his ministry with the youth where he uses his skill at skateboarding to break the ice. He has been able to start many conversations with the youth and even win the friendship of whole neighborhoods of kids. His passing out of Miraculous Medals, his trip to World Youth Day in Sidney, his trips to skate parks and many, many encounters with people of all ages. Ave Maria! +++ |
Ave Maria! Friar Gabriel Cortes of the Franciscans of the Immaculate relates his journey in faith that led to his ministry with youth in Australia. He first talks about his early life, how he started to get serious about his faith and his calling to the Franciscans. He mentions the devotion of his parents, the rosary and Eucharistic adoration as factors in his conversion. Ave Maria! +++ |
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Nothing is far from God. - Saint Monica Son, nothing in this world now affords me delight. I do not know what there is now for me to do or why I am still here, all my hopes in this world being now fulfilled. - Saint Monica, about the conversion of Augustine The day was now approaching when my mother Monica would depart from this life; you know that day, Lord, though we did not. She and I happened to be standing by ourselves at a window that overlooked the garden in the courtyard of the house. At the time we were in Ostia on the Tiber. And so the two of us, all alone, were enjoying a very pleasant conversation, “forgetting the past and pushing on to what is ahead..” We were asking one another in the presence of the Truth – for you are the Truth – what it would be like to share the eternal life enjoyed by the saints, which “eye has not seen, nor ear heard, which has not even entered into the heart of man.” We desired with all our hearts to drink from the streams of your heavenly fountain, the fountain of life. That was the substance of our talk, though not the exact words. But you know, O Lord, that in the course of our conversation that day, the world and its pleasures lost all their attraction for us. My mother said, “Son, as far as I am concerned, nothing in this life now gives me any pleasure. I do not know why I am still here, since I have no further hopes in this world. I did have one reason for wanting to live a little longer: to see you become a Catholic Christian before I died. God has lavished his gifts on me in that respect, for I know that you have even renounced earthly happiness to be his servant. So what am I doing here?” I do not really remember how I answered her. Shortly, within five days or thereabouts, she fell sick with a fever. Then one day during the course of her illness she became unconscious and for a while she was unaware of her surroundings. My brother and I rushed to her side, but she regained consciousness quickly. She looked at us as we stood there and asked in a puzzled voice: “Where was I?” We were overwhelmed with grief, but she held her gave steadily upon us, and spoke further: “Here you shall bury your mother.” I remained silent as I held back my tears. However, my brother haltingly expressed his hope that she might not die in a strange country but in her own land, since her end would be happier there. When she heard this, her face was filled with anxiety, and she reproached him with a glance because he had entertained such earthly thoughts. Then she looked at me and spoke: “Look what he is saying.” Thereupon she said to both of us, “Bury my body wherever you will; let not care of it cause you any concern. One thing only I ask you, that you remember me at the altar of the Lord wherever you may be.” Once our mother had expressed this desire as best she could, she fell silent as the pain of her illness increased. - from the Confessions of Saint Augustine |
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