It is with sadness that we have received the news that Jean Dunning died yesterday afternoon (Tuesday 27th January). We offer our condolences to Ralph and to Ralph and Jean’s family. Just yesterday the Ladies group, which Jean led, met at the Shrine to pray the rosary for Jean and the family. Many will remember that Jean had invited family and friends to the Shrine just before Christmas to join in the Mass and share in lunch together. It was Jean’s chance to meet up with and say farewell to her friends. Jean also managed to attend the Blessing of the Mosaic in September. We pray for Ralph and the family in their grief. Jean may you rest in peace and rise in glory.
Heavenly Father, help us remember that the idiot who cut us off in traffic last night is a single mother who worked nine hours that day and is rushing home to cook dinner, help with homework, do the laundry and spend a few precious moments with her children. Help us to remember that the pierced, tattooed, disinterested young man who can’t give change correctly in the shop is a worried 19-year-old college student, balancing his apprehension over final exams with his fear of not getting his student loans for next semester. Remind us, Lord, that the scary looking tramp, begging for money in the same spot every day (who really ought to get a job!) is a slave to addictions that we can only imagine in our worst nightmares. Help us to remember that the old couple walking annoyingly slow through the supermarket aisles and blocking our shopping progress are savouring this moment, knowing that, based on the biopsy report she got back last week, this will be the last year that they go shopping together. Heavenly Father, remind us each day that, of all the gifts you give us, the greatest gift is love. It is not enough to share that love with those we hold dear. Open our hearts not to just those who are close to us, but to all humanity. Let us be slow to judge and quick to forgive, show patience, empathy and love. Amen.
A man had a little daughter – an only and much beloved child. He lived only for her, she was his life. So when she became ill and her illness resisted the efforts of the best obtainable doctors, he became like a man possessed, moving heaven and earth to bring about her restoration to health. His best efforts proved fruitless, however, and the child died. The father was totally irreconcilable. He became a bitter recluse, shutting himself away from his many friends, refusing every activity that might restore his sense of purpose and bring him back to his normal self. Then one night he had a dream. He was in heaven and witnessing a grand pageant of all the little child angels. They were marching in an apparently endless line past the Great White Throne. Every white-robed, angelic child carried a beautiful candle. He noticed, however, that one child’s candle was not lit. Then he saw that the child with the unlit candle was his own little girl. Rushing towards her, while the pageant faltered, he seized her in his arms, caressed her tenderly, and asked, “How is that your candle is the only one not lit?” “Daddy, they often relight it, but your tears always put it out again,” she said. Just then he awoke from from his dream. The lesson was crystal clear, and it’s effects were immediate. From that hour on he was no longer a recluse, but mingled freely and cheerfully with his former friends and associates. No longer would his little daughter’s candle in heaven be extingushed by his unnecessary tears.
by Fr. Andrew Pastore on 17/01/2015
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