My dad was not exciting. He left every morning, at the same time, and came home every evening, at the same time. Every Saturday he came to Confession with us, and every Sunday he came to Mass with us. I still have my report cards from school: he signed every one of them. Yes, he was definitely boring.
Father Lorenzo has been with us only a short time, but we already love him as a father, and it is hard to see him go. We wish that we could hold on to him, but it is not possible; when he was ordained a priest, he vowed obedience to Christ, in the person of the Archbishop, and it is the Archbishop who is now sending him to do evangelization work with the Neocatechumenal Way, so we say, along with Father Lorenzo: “Your will be done, Lord Jesus. You have plans for our priest, you have new places for him to go in Your service.”
Please put your Father’s Day offering envelope in the collection basket or drop it by the parish office by Friday, June 19th so we can place it on the altar. On Father’s Day your father will be remembered at all our parish Masses. We have also printed up beautiful Father’s Day Spiritual Bouquet cards that you can send to your father, just drop by the office to purchase them.
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Middle School Youth/Secundaria
June 17th Youth Center 6:30-8:30 pm
The other day I received a package from my sister. Among her gifts was a small, well used book. Engraved on the dark green, hardbound cover is a beautiful portrait of the Virgin Mary, standing on the moon with her feet crushing the head of the serpent. Translated into English, the title is The Pious Girl. On the flyleaf, Vigano’ Purissima di Nibionno is handwritten in old-fashioned writing. The book, dated 1863, was obviously well loved. Purissima was my father’s grandmother. I never met her, but I know her through my father’s memories.
We have scheduled special receptions in honor of Fr. Lorenzo Ricci next weekend, June 13th and 14th. After each of the Masses, you are invited to gather in the Overflow for refreshments and for a time for you to say farewell and to thank Fr. Lorenzo for the loving service that he had given to us. We look forward to seeing you!
Thank you for all you do for our family of faith. May God always bless our parish in holiness!
I found a wonderful old Latin prayer to the Most Holy Trinity that goes like this: Libera nos, salva nos, justifica nos, O Beata Trinitas. The translation is as follows: Free us, save us, make us just, O Blessed Trinity. Today we recall with gratitude that our wonderful parish is named in honor of the Most Blessed Trinity. This means that our parish family has been placed under the special protection of the three Persons of the Godhead: Father, Son and Holy Spirit. On our feast day we beg God to give us the true freedom from our sins that He alone can give, to save us for eternal life and to make us just in His sight. Free us, save us, make us just, O Blessed Trinity!
Our maintenance men, Mark and Jay, have worked long, long hours to get the Fr. Puhl Center ready for the Holy Mass and I think they have done a marvelous job! I want to thank them for all the hard work and dedication.
This weekend we settle in to our new “home-away-from-home”, there will be a few kinks to work out but be patient with us. We’ve discovered that moving the church is a complicated process! I think that the Fr. Puhl Center looks beautiful and is certainly a worthy place to offer the Holy Mass while we wait the nine moths that it will take for our renovated church to be “born”.
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Middle School Youth/Secundaria
June 17th Youth Center Watch for details
My first attempts at gardening were pitiful; I did not know where to start, therefore I did not like it, and I put it off as long as I could. Consequently, by the time I walked outside, armed with the wrong tools for the job at hand, the sight of my neglected yard was overwhelming. After ten minutes of half-hearted attempts at whatever I was doing, I gave up in discouragement and went back into the house.
But, I love flowers, and trees, and quiet, so I kept up my puny efforts. Eventually, with the help of family and friends, I began to learn a few tricks, and now going out and grubbing in the dirt is enjoyable; watching flowers bloom and multiply is a joy.
