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Deep Thoughts by Fr.Charles (Vol. II)

The gospel this weekend is the parable of the multiplication of bread, a sign of God’s generosity to His people; in this miracle God did not only feed the people, he gave them more than they needed; there were leftovers. This parable gives us hope that God will be ready to answer our prayers in our time of need, and he will give us more than we need.

But, as we reflect on this miracle of God’s generous love, let us not forget the challenge or the lesson in this miracle. Faced with such an overwhelming number of people in need, the first reaction of the apostles was to act as if the problem would just go away. The apostle asked Jesus to send the people away hungry, but Jesus would not accept a solution that pretended as if there was nothing that could be done. Instead he takes that small gift of loaves and fishes and feeds a multitude of people; a clear sign that solving the problem did not really depend on the size of the resources but on the compassion and generosity of God.  The lesson here is simple: when we offer our small gift, or make our little effort, it is God who provides the actual blessings; it is God who does the multiplication.

Our world is filled with a lot of needs. Millions of people live in poverty and go to bed hungry every day. We are surrounded by people who are truly alone, without a person in the world who loves them. The gospel invites us to give something, to give our little gift: a few loaves and fish, a kind word, a small donation, a helping hand, a decision to forget ourselves and choose to think of another, a short time spent in prayer lifting those in need before the Lord. And through Divine Multiplication, a miracle occurs. God turns our little gift into a tremendous blessing. We have the power to create a more beautiful world only if we give something; then Jesus can do the rest. Are you ready to give something? Are you ready to do something and allow God to do the multiplication? That’s for you to answer!

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Deep Thoughts by Fr.Charles (Part Uno)

After my ordination to the priesthood two years ago, my bishop whispered to me, “Now you are a priest, you must start looking for your replacement when you retire, you must talk and promote vocations.” With this in mind I chose my first topic for our bulletin, to talk about vocations, sharing my own vocation story.

A vocation is always personal. And I would dare to say, that my priestly vocation is my call to being a Christian and following Jesus. Everyone is called to follow Jesus, but each one has his or her own way. I, Charles, and everyone else must discover his/her way of being a follower of Christ. The most important and that which gives meaning to our lives is to be open to God’s call. I must say yes to Him, to that which He asks of me without conditions. Abraham is the best example of this putting oneself into the hands of God. "Leave your country; I will give you another." But where? When? Along what roads? He did not know, but he trusted and believed in the goodness of God.

Let me make this very clear, when God calls us, it's always in order to give us something. It might be the land promised to Abraham or the liberation of the Israelites through Moses. God called Mary in order to give human flesh to the Word, so that through Him, all of humanity might be united with the Father. I also want to suggest that God's invitation and call can be frightening; in fact it must be frightening. Abraham and all the others, including Mary, were disturbed and confused in the face of the God's call. This happens because at first the call seems to be too high, too difficult, and too beautiful for us.

The vocation/discernment journey is authentic when Jesus conquers our life, attracts us; then we can say yes, that radical yes which gives value to everything, which can make it worthwhile to be a priest, religious, happily married or even the single life. The most important vocation is that which God has called you to embrace.

I was born 35 years ago as youngest in a family of seven children, four brothers and three sisters. As I grew up my parents gave me instructions in religious education and in particular what it means to be a Catholic. I learned to revere the name of Christ, to have devotion to Mary, Mother of our Savior Jesus Christ, and to have a great desire for God. As a young boy I was an active altar server. As a young man in high school I was a member of the Young Catholic Association. When I joined college all this changed. I stopped going to Church with an excuse that I was busy with schoolwork and had a part time job. What this meant was that I had decided I had no time for God, after all, I was in a good college and had a good job. With this there was a vacuum in my life that needed to be filled…and how did I do this? I used to party and spend most of my time and money on alcohol, girls and going to clubs. My life was a life of pleasure and enjoyment with no commitment to anyone but me. At one point I realized something was wrong and that I needed help. I talked with a priest friend and after a couple of weeks of journeying with him, he advised me to seek the Sacrament of Reconciliation after which I felt I had been reborn into a new life of mercy and forgiveness. After this experience I started going for an hour of Adoration every day and this totally changed my life; I began desiring for a different way of life. It was with this habit of prayer and daily Adoration that my life was opened to listening to God. It is through prayer that I discerned God had a different purpose for my life; He wanted me to serve him in this beautiful vocation of ministerial priesthood. Jesus called me in my weakness, he called me as a sinner, and He daily calls each of us, in our weaknesses, to follow him.

Through the Sacrament of Baptism we begin the journey of following Him, and the question that each one of us should ask is, “how do we nurture this relationship with Jesus so that it grows stronger and richer rather than becoming stagnant and complacent?” The good news is that while your commitment to follow Jesus is not without sacrifice, is it without reward either. The Bible tells us that the disciples left everything they had, including family, without questioning. They left the known for the unknown. They faced their fears. They followed Christ on the adventure of a lifetime. Jesus promised that they would receive “a hundred times as much” as what they left behind and “will inherit eternal life.”

My advice to the people of St. Gabriel, and in particular the youth, is to take time from your busy life and spend some time with our Lord, especially in Eucharistic Adoration. Ask him what he wants of you. It may take weeks, or months or even years, but if you are sincere and listen, you may find out that he is calling you to this special vocation of serving him as a priest or religious. “The harvest is rich but the laborers are few.” And so, let us ask the Lord of the harvest to send laborers to his harvest. My prayer for you this day is that you might be open to hearing God’s voice and have the courage to follow him wherever he might lead you.

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Fr. Don Kisses a Cow!

Fusion exceeded their fundraising goals for St. Vincent dePaul by raising over $1800.  We are floored by the generosity of the youth and their families!  This money will make a big difference in the lives of the poor in our local community.  As their promised reward, youth ministry staff and Fr. Don kissed a cow.  Enjoy the video.

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Dallas March for Life

We had a wonderful experience at the Dallas March for Life this past Saturday.  Over 10,000 people came to support the right to life and we were very proud to be part of that number.  Thanks to everyone who helped make the day possible and please pray for an end to abortion!

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A Night with the Sisters

We were blessed to have three sisters from the Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist with us at the High School youth night this past Sunday.  They were inspiring, entertaining and generally very awesome.  We hope you enjoy some pictures from the evening.  We look forward to seeing Sr. Maria, Sr. Elizabeth Ann and Sr. Marie Bernadette sometime in the future.  In the meantime, check out their website: www.sistersofmary.org and like them on Facebook (click on the pictures to see additional pictures)

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Sunday Mass - An Obligation? WHYYYYYY

How many of you have thought to yourselves, "Come on, God loves me whatever I do, he's everywhere, right? Sunday mass is probably important, but its not THAT big of a deal if I miss it." I know I've thought that before. This is an article that my father wrote about Sunday's gospel reading that does a really awesome job of explaining Sunday Mass and why YOU HAVE TO GO OR ELSE YOU GO TO HELL. Eh ehm.  So that may have been a little overkill, but anyway. I'll let him take over.

"Leprosy is a dreadful thing anywhere, anytime.  But in the ancient Near East, it was a particularly heavy burden to bear since it meant complete social isolation.  You could, of course, hang out with other lepers.  But you were bound to stay far away from the healthy as possible lest they be contaminated with your disease.  To be a leper was to be an outcast.

 And he pledged to worship no other god from that day forward.  so that he could erect an altar at home to the God of Israel. Holy Land When Namaan recognized this, he loaded up a cart with soil from the  It had come from God.  Elisha refused to accept it because the healing had not come from Elisha.  He was obliged to express his gratitude by offering a gift.  And his response was just matter-of-fact.  Namaan was healed instantly and completely.

Namaan was a pagan.  He probably never heard of the Ten Commandments (Ex 20) which starts off with “I am the Lord your God and you shall not have any strange gods before me.”  But Namaan did not need Divine Revelation to tell him what he already knew by way of common sense.   He had just received a new lease on life from the God of his enemies.  From that moment on, he realized he owed a debt of gratitude to this God that could never fully be repaid, but he was bound to try anyway.  None of the other “gods” had been able to give him his life back.  They had no power to do so and he owed them nothing.  Namaan was a just man and so was determined to pay what he owed as best as he could. 

How ironic!  Israel had experienced extraordinary blessings from God for hundreds of years but failed to express gratitude to God.   Instead, they flirted with the idols that Namaan abandoned.  Rather than honoring the prophets, they persecuted them.

 Only one man does –and he just happens to be a Samaritan heretic.  Yet none of the Israelites among them takes the time to return to thank Jesus.  An encounter with Jesus brings these ten outcasts total healing and restoration to society.  We see a similar irony in Luke’s story of the 10 lepers (Luke 17:11-19).

Worship of God first and foremost is a strict obligation of justice.  We were created out of nothing, through no effort of our own.   We were saved by grace; it was not our own doing (Ephesians 2:4).  On both counts, we owe God everything.  We can never adequately repay him, and so owe him a lifetime of gratitude. That’s why we Catholics speak of our “Sunday obligation.”  We are bound, if we are able, to observe the third commandment and keep the Lord’s Day holy by gathering together to give thanks.  Eucharist, by the way, means thanksgiving.  In the ancient dialogue between priest and people that introduces the Eucharistic (thanksgiving) prayer, we say “it is right to give Him thanks and praise” (“right and just” in the ancient versions). 

Why must we discharge this obligation at Mass rather than in the comfort of our own homes? Because our sacrifice of thanksgiving is weak and insufficient on its own.  There was only One who has ever offered perfect worship to the Father, and His sacrifice is made present again at every Eucharist.  Our inadequate “thanks” is absorbed into the perfect sacrifice of praise offered by the Son much like the drop of insipid water the priest puts in the chalice is absorbed into the rich wine that becomes Christ’s blood.We’re called to become a Eucharistic people.  We are called to develop a lifestyle of thanksgiving.   But thanksgiving can’t be limited to Sunday Eucharist. We are called to develop a lifestyle of thanksgiving. We’re called to become a Eucharistic people." 

-Dr Italy
(Dr. Marcellino D'Ambrosio)

www.dritaly.com

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The Story of St. John Gabriel Perboyre

St. John Gabriel Perboyre

 

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Feast Day September 11
1802 - 1840
Beatified By: 10 November 1889 by Pope Leo XIII
Canonized By: 2 June 1996 by Pope John Paul II

Nothing happens by chance. Neither life, nor death, nor vocation. JOHN GABRIEL PERBOYRE was born in Montgesty, near Cahors, in southern France, on 6 January 1802 into a family which gave three missionaries of St. Vincent and two Daughters of Charity to the Church. Such an environment exuded faith, simple and healthy values, and the sense of life as gift.

The one who "calls by name" seemed to ignore him as a teenager. The call came to his younger brother Louis for entrance into the seminary. John Gabriel was asked to accompany his younger brother for a time, while waiting for him to get adjusted to the surroundings. John Gabriel's presence at the seminary, then, happened by chance and he should have left quickly. But chance revealed to the astonished eyes of the young man unexpected horizons: that in the seminary he had found his path.

The Church of France had at that time just emerged from the throes of the French Revolution with the red-colored garments of martyrdom for some, and with the pain of the apostasy of many. The panorama at the beginning of the 1800's was desolate: buildings destroyed, convents sacked, people without pastors. Thus, it was no accident that the ideal of the priesthood appeared to the young man not as a feeble arrangement for life, but as the destiny of heroes.

His parents, surprised, accepted the choice of their son and accompanied him with their encouragement. Not by chance, his paternal uncle Jacques was a missionary of St. Vincent. This explains why in 1818 the missionary ideal matured in the young John Gabriel. At that time, the missions meant principally China. But China was a faraway mirage. To leave meant never to find again the home milieu, taste its flavors, enjoy its affections. It was natural for him to choose the Congregation of the Mission founded by St. Vincent de Paul in 1625 for the evangelization of the poor, the formation of the clergy, but above all to push those very missionaries toward holiness. The mission is not propaganda. The Church has always demanded that the proclaimers of the Word be spiritual persons, mortified, full of God and charity. In order to illuminate the darkness in people, a lamp is not sufficient if there is no oil.

John Gabriel did not think in half-measures. If he was a martyr it is because he was a saint.

From 1818 to 1835 he was a missionary in his own country. First, in his formation period, he was a model novice and student. After his priestly ordination (1826), he was charged with the formation of seminarians.

The missionary attraction

A new factor, certainly not haphazard, modified John Gabriel's life. The protagonist was once again his brother Louis. He also had entered the Congregation of the Mission and had asked to be sent to China where the sons of St. Vincent had had a new martyr in the person of Blessed Francis Regis Clet (18 February 1820). During the voyage, however, the young Louis, only 24 years of age, was called to the mission in heaven.

All that the young man had hoped for and done would have been useless if John Gabriel had not made the request to replace his brother in the breach.

John Gabriel reached China in August of 1835. At that time the Occident knew almost nothing about the Celestial Empire, and the ignorance was reciprocal. The two worlds felt a mutual attraction, but dialogue was difficult. In the countries of Europe one did not speak of a Chinese civilization, but only of superstitions, of "ridiculous" ceremonies and customs. The judgments were thus prejudices. China's appreciation of Europe and Christianity was not any better.

There was a dark gap between the two civilizations. Someone had to cross it in order to take on himself the evil of many, and to consume it with the fires of charity.

After getting acclimated in Macau, John Gabriel began the long trip in a Chinese junk, on foot, and on horseback, which brought him after eight months to Nanyang in Henan, where the obligation to learn the language imposed itself.

After five months, he was able to express himself, though with some trouble, in good Chinese, and at once threw himself into the ministry, visiting the small Christian communities. Then he was transferred to Hubei, which is part of the region of lakes formed by the Yangtze kiang (blue river). Even though he maintained an intense apostolate, he suffered much in body and spirit. In a letter he wrote: "No, I am no more of a wonder man here in China than I was in France ... ask of him first of all for my conversion and my sanctification and then the grace that I do not spoil his work too much..." (Letter 94). For one who looks at things from the outside, it was inconceivable that such a missionary should find himself in a dark night of the soul. But the Holy Spirit was preparing him in the emptiness of humility and the silence of God for the supreme testimony.

In chains for Christ

Unexpectedly in 1839 two events, apparently unrelated, clouded the horizon. The first was the renewed outbreak of persecution which flowed from the decree of the Manchurian emperor, Quinlong (1736-1795), which had proscribed the Christian religion in 1794.

The second was the outbreak of the Chinese-British War, better known as the "Opium War" (1839-1842). The closure of the Chinese frontier and the pretence of the Chinese government to require an act of dependence from the foreign ambassadors had created an explosive situation. The spark came from the confiscation of loads of opium stowed in the port of Canton; this action harmed the merchants, most of whom were English. The British flotilla intervened, and the war began.

The missionaries, obviously interested only in the first event dealing with the persecution of Christians, were always on their guard. As often happens, too many alarms diminished the vigilance. And that is what happened on 15 September 1839 at Cha-yuen-ken, where Perboyre lived. On that day he was with two other European missionaries, his confrere, Baldus, and a Franciscan, Rizzolati, and a Chinese missionary, Fr. Wang. They were informed of the approach of a column of about one hundred soldiers. The missionaries underestimated the information. Perhaps the soldiers were going elsewhere. Instead of being wary, the missionaries continued enjoying a fraternal conversation. When there was no longer any doubt about the direction of the soldiers, it was late. Baldus and Rizzolati decided to flee far away. Perboyre hid himself in the surroundings because the nearby mountains were rich with bamboo forests and hidden caves. As Fr. Baldus has attested for us, however, the soldiers used threats to force a catechumen to reveal the place where the missionary was hiding. The catechumen was a weak person, but not a Judas.

Thus began the sad Calvary of John Gabriel. The prisoner had no rights, he was not protected by laws, but was at the mercy of the jailers and judges. Given that he was arrested it was presumed that he was guilty, and if guilty, he would be punished.

A series of trials began. The first was held at Kou-Ching-Hien. The replies of the martyr were heroic:

  • Are you a Christian priest?
  • Yes, I am a priest and I preach this religion.
  • Do you wish to renounce your faith?
  • No, I will never renounce the faith of Christ.

They asked him to reveal his companions in the faith and the reasons for which he had transgressed the laws of China. They wanted, in short, to make the victim the culprit. But a witness to Christ is not an informer. Therefore, he remained silent.

The prisoner was then transferred to Siang-Yang. The cross examinations were made close together. He was held for a number of hours kneeling on rusty iron chains, was hung by his thumbs and hair from a rafter (the hangtze torture), was beaten several times with bamboo canes. Greater than the physical violence, however, remained the wound of the fact that the values in which he believed were put to ridicule: the hope in eternal life, the sacraments, the faith.

The third trial was held in Wuchang. He was brought before four different tribunals and subjected to 20 interrogations. To the questioning were united tortures and the most cruel mockery. They prosecuted the missionary and abused the man. They obliged Christians to abjure, and one of them even to spit on and strike the missionary who had brought him to the faith. For not trampling on the crucifix, John Gabriel received 110 strokes of pantse.

Among the various accusations, the most terrible was the accusation that he had had immoral relations with a Chinese girl, Anna Kao, who had made a vow of virginity. The martyr defended himself. She was neither his lover nor his servant. The woman is respected not scorned in Christianity, was the sense of John Gabriel's reply. But he remained upset because they made innocents suffer for him.

During one interrogation he was obliged to put on Mass vestments. They wanted to accuse him of using the privilege of the priesthood for private interests. But the missionary, clothed in the priestly garments, impressed the bystanders, and two Christians drew near to him to ask for absolution. The cruelest judge was the Viceroy. The missionary was by this time a shadow. The rage of this unscrupulous magistrate was vented on a ghost of a man. Blinded by his omnipotence the Viceroy wanted confessions, admissions, and accusations against others. But if the body was weak, the soul was reinforced. His hope by now rested in his meeting God, which he felt nearer each day.

When John Gabriel told him for the last time: "I would sooner die than deny my faith!," the judge pronounced his sentence. John Gabriel Perboyre was to die by strangulation.

With Christ priest and victim

Then began a period of waiting for the imperial confirmation. Perhaps John Gabriel could hope in the clemency of the sovereign. But the war with the English erased any possible gesture of good-will. Thus, on 11 September 1840, an imperial envoy arrived at full speed, bearing the decree confirming the condemnation.

With seven criminals the missionary was led up a height called the "Red Mountain." As the criminals were killed first, Perboyre reflected in prayer, to the wonderment of the bystanders.

When his turn came, the executioners stripped him of the purple tunic and tied him to a post in the form of a cross. They passed a rope around his neck and strangled him. It was the sixth hour. Like Jesus, John Gabriel became like a grain of wheat. He died, or better was born into heaven, in order to make fall on the earth the dew of God's blessing.

Many circumstances surrounding his last year of life (the betrayal, the arrest, the death on a cross, its day and hour), are similar to the Passion of Christ. In reality, all his life was that of a witness and a faithful disciple of Christ. St. Ignatius of Antioch wrote: "I look for him who died for us; I yearn for him who rose for us. Behold, the moment is near in which I will be brought forth! Have compassion on me, brothers! Do not prevent me from being born to life!"

John Gabriel "was born to life" on 11 September 1840, because he always had sought "him who died for us." His body was brought back to France, but his heart remained in his adopted homeland, the land of China. There he gave his witness to the sons and daughters of St. Vincent who also wait to be born to heaven after a life spent for the gospel and for the poor.

Biography Provided by: The Vatican

 

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That They May Be One – The Mission Trip

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That They May Be One – The Mission Trip

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“Wow.… Just… wow.”

That is all I could think as we sat together in our work group on the final night of the NOLA mission trip. After a week of painting, digging, sweating, and serving together, after worshiping, dancing, and praising together, and after many hours of sharing our lives together, the mission trip was almost over. Tonight was affirmations night. Ten teens from St Gabriels and St Francis, from all different friend groups and backgrounds sat on pillows in dimly lit office on the floor. We were all exhausted from the weeks work, we all looked just about at our absolute worst. Girls wore no makeup, the guys mohawks were unkempt and wild, but no one cared at all. We weren’t here for attention.

“E.C. Your spirit is just so beautiful. All week long, the way that you served was just so moving to watch. On day one when we had that rain storm and you just kept working through it was just amazing. You were always so happy, you never complained about anything.”

The guy that spoke now was a great bear of a teen, nicknamed “Juggernaut,” by the guys. His parents had dragged him to the mission trip kicking and screaming, but now he was arm in arm with Trevor, his new brother in Christ. He wasn’t the only one in this small group who had met Jesus on this trip. We all had. Each teen had a turn to receive affirmations from the other nine. It was E.C.’s turn now, and so she sat up, smiling, receiving the love that each and every teen in the group had to offer her.

As a full time youth minister who grew up going to youth group, went to seminary for a year, went to a tiny Catholic school for collage and spent my summers camp counseling and running youth evangelization teams, I’ve seen a lot of ministry. I’d never before this moment felt love so tangibly present in a small group. There is something about a weeklong mission trip that takes kids off the beaten path. No cell phones, no makeup, no muscle shirts, no pretenses. My mom used to say that you’re not a family until you’ve seen each other at your worst. We had certainly seen that, and it was true. Jesus prayed over his apostles at the last supper. He said:  “All mine are yours, and yours are mine, and I am glorified in them. 11 And I am no longer in the world, but they are in the world, and I am coming to you. Holy Father, keep them in your name, which you have given me, that they may be one, even as we are one.” – John 17:10-11

This was Jesus’ hope for his body, that we would be one. This is what the youth group is meant to be, a place where you don’t have to be beautiful, you don’t have to be funny, you don’t have to be anything but you as Jesus made you. This year our goal for St Gabriel’s youth ministry as a whole is for Jesus prayer to be true for us. That we would be one. And until next year’s mission trip, for those of you who were blessed enough to go I’ll just leave you with this: “QUADSACK!!!!”

 

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Live Fearlessly

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What is your biggest fear?  Spiders?  Ghosts?  Teletubbies?  Well, I have a confession.  Up until a few years ago, my biggest fear was priests.  Seriously- a heart stopping, unable to breathe must-run-away-fast fear of Priests.  If you wanted me out of a room, all you had to do was ask Father to walk in.  Priests scared the snot out of me.

So, why the irrational fear of priests?  Like most of our fears, it comes from a traumatic experience.  When I was seventeen, my youth minister and my pastor, both of whom I was close to, were glad to see me leave their Baptist church, a decision I made after a hard senior year where I struggled with Baptist theology.  Ultimately, they were glad to see the girl with all the hard questions get away from the other kids.  I felt betrayed and rejected.  As a result, I decided that I would not let myself get too close to someone in ministry again.  I was afraid of being hurt.

Throughout the bible, God is constantly telling his people to not be afraid.  His mantra seems to be “Do not fear. I’ve got this.  Trust me.”  Apostle John gives us further insight to fear itself in 1 John 4:18.  In this passage, he tells us that God is love; there is no fear in love and perfect love drives out fear.  In other words, fear isn’t something that comes from God.  In fact, fear can keep us from living the life God desires us to have. 

The Apostle Peter gives us a great example of how fear affects us.  In the gospel of Matthew we find the story of Jesus and Peter walking on water.  It goes something like this.  All the disciples were in a boat crossing the Sea of Galilee.  When Jesus came down the mountain after spending time in prayer, he decided the best way to get to the boat was to walk on the water.  So, he does, and the disciples see him coming to the boat but they don’t recognize him.  They become afraid.  Jesus calls out to them and says, “Don’t worry, it’s just me.”  Peter responds, “If it’s really you, then let me walk on the water towards you.” So, Jesus says, “Sure, come on out.”  Peter steps out of the boat with his eyes on the Lord, obviously not afraid.  He starts to walk on the water.  But, then he looks away from Jesus and notices the wind and waves.  He immediately becomes afraid and starts to sink.  Then, he calls out to the Jesus to save him.  And, of course, Jesus does.  Jesus also tells him why he started to sink- he let his fear get in the way of his faith in the Lord.  Instead of focusing on Jesus and trusting that Jesus was going to keep him safe, Peter focused on the circumstances and immediately did not trust in the Lord.  This lack of faith is what caused him to sink. 

Peter’s lesson on fear is one we can learn from.  Peter let the circumstances of his life get in the way of his relationship with the Lord.  He let his fear overtake his faith.  How many times do we do the same?  How many times do we choose the easy way instead of the right way because we are afraid?  Maybe we go hang with friends instead of going to Mass.  Maybe we join in the gossip instead of standing up for the victim.  Maybe we do something at a party we know is wrong.  We do all these things because we are afraid of not fitting in; we are afraid of not being accepted.  We are not focused on the Lord, but we are focused on our circumstances. 

Well, guess what?  You don’t have to be afraid.  You are accepted.  You are worthy just for being born.  God loves you more than we can ever understand.  He wants you to have a life of happiness and joy.  He wants to be part of your life and help you do great things.  In order to do that, we have to choose to focus on him, and not our circumstances.  Now, don’t worry, he knows you will make mistakes.  Just like Peter doubted and began to sink, we will do the same.  And when we cry out to the Lord, he will take our hand and keep us from drowning.  So, you see, there is nothing to fear.  God’s got this.  He is inviting you on an adventure of a lifetime.  All you have to do is look in his eyes and trust.  Although life will not always be filled with sunshine and rainbows, life with the Lord will be a happy and joyful experience.  Who knows, maybe you’ll walk on water someday.

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Your Vote Please

Here are the two choices we are working on for the 2013-14 High School Youth Ministry shirt.  Which one do you like?  Place your vote at the bottom. 

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And the Winner is...

Thanks for all of your votes for the new fusion t-shirt.  The winner is B!  The shirts will be available for purchase for $15 at registration weekend (Aug 17-18) and our opening fusion night.   

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Your Vote Please....

Here is the new fusion shirt for the coming year.  The shirt is maroon.  Which colors do you like for the graphic?  Place your vote below.

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Is the Lord Calling?

5 years ago, I was a middle school band director struggling with the purpose of life.  I felt there was something more, something greater than the life I was leading.  I went searching for the Lord who led me to a ministry I thought I was too broken to be a part of.  I trusted.  Now, here I am, 5 years later with a front row seat to the Holy Spirit in action.  I have found more purpose and fulfillment in youth ministry than I ever thought possible.  Is the Lord calling you to something greater?  Trust him.  Say yes.  Take His hand and join Him on this great adventure.

 

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Mission Trip 2013

The mission trip with St. Francis ROCKED!  Thanks for all your prayers and support.  We are looking forward to next year! 

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