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The Thing I Value Most


by Fr Duncan McVicar on 12/09/2011

It had been some time since Jack had seen the old man. College, girls, career, and life itself got in the way. In fact, Jack moved clear across the country in pursuit of his dreams. There, in the rush of his busy life, Jack had little time to think about the past and often no time to spend with his wife and son. He was working on his future, and nothing could stop him. Over the phone, his mother told him, “Mr. Belser died last night. The funeral is Wednesday.” Memories flashed through his mind like an old newsreel as he sat quietly remembering his childhood days. “It’s been so long since I thought of him. I’m sorry, but I honestly thought he died years ago,” Jack said “Well, he didn’t forget you. Every time I saw him he’d ask how you were doing. He’d reminisce about the many days you spent over ‘his side of the fence’ as he put it,” Mum told him. As busy as he was, he kept his word. Jack caught the next flight to his hometown. Mr. Belser’s funeral was small and uneventful. He had no children of his own, and most of his relatives had passed away. The night before he had to return home, Jack and his Mom stopped by to see the old house next door one more time. Standing in the doorway, Jack paused for a moment. It was like crossing over into another dimension, a leap through space and time The house was exactly as he remembered. Every step held memories. Every picture, every piece of furniture. Jack stopped suddenly. “What’s wrong, Jack?” his mum asked. “The box is gone,” he said. (more…)

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October Day 2011


by Fr. Bryan Cunningham on 11/09/2011

Arial View of Shrine in EnglandWelcome on Sunday, 2nd October to celebrate our Covenant of Love with Mary, the Mother of our Redeemer and our mother, given to us as the last will and testament of our Saviour – “See your Mother”. The international Schoenstatt Family marks the beginning of our Year of the Shrine. The centenary of Schoenstatt falls in October 2014 and in preparation for that event across the world we focus anew on the significance of the Shrine for us. In a prayer looking forward to the centenary we read: “Father Kentenich’s faith moved you to set up your home in Schoenstatt. In the shadow of this shrine a family was born, a new spiritual way within the Church, a charism in the midst of our time.” (more…)

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It Doesn’t mean “In”


by Fr Duncan McVicar on 05/09/2011

One Sunday, an Evangelical Minister was giving a sermon on baptism and in the coarse of his sermon he was illustrating the fact that baptism should take place by sprinkling and not by immersion with water. He pointed out some instances in the Bible. He said that when John the Baptist baptized Jesus in the River Jordan, it didn’t mean in – it meant close to, round about, or nearby. And again when it says in the Bible that Phillip baptized the eunuch in the river, it didn’t mean in – it meant close to, round about, or nearby.

After the service, a man came up to the minister and told him it was a great sermon, one of the best he had ever heard, and that it had cleared up a great many mysteries he had encountered in the Bible. (more…)

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The Sandbox


by Fr Duncan McVicar on 02/09/2011

A little boy was spending his Saturday morning playing in his sandbox. He had with him his box of cars and trucks, his plastic pail, and a shiny, red plastic shovel. In the process of creating roads and tunnels in the soft sand, he discovered a large rock in the middle of the sandbox. The lad dug around the rock, managing to dislodge it from the dirt. With no little bit of struggle, he pushed and nudged the rock across the sandbox by using his feet. (He was a very small boy and the rock was very huge). When the boy got the rock to the edge of the sandbox, however, he found that he couldn’t roll it up and over the wall. Determined, the little boy shoved, pushed, and pried, but every time he thought he had made some progress, the rock tipped and then fell back into the sandbox. The little boy grunted, struggled, pushed and shoved. But his only reward was to have the rock roll back, smashing his chubby fingers. (more…)

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