Sweet somthings

A few days ago I went to Mass in order to take the Sacrament of Communion to some people in a nearby hospital.
My parish priest took the time to say to me that it was so good of me to do this.
Of course he knew that the pleasure was just as much mine. However it was the kind word from someone to another that is the point here.

I wasn't feeling particuliarly enthused that cold, rainy evening to go to the hospital but after being praised by someone I look up to, I felt a warmth and energy come over me.

Love doesn't always require us to fast for a day or giving up a new purchase. Sometimes the best thing we can do for someone is to offer a kind word or sing their praises to them.

Could it be that Jesus who loves us more than anyone sings our praises everyday? Are you listening?

Can you hear him tell you how much he loves you?

How wonderful he thinks you are?

How talented you are?

How much he wants to help you?

How everything will work out?

How he is changing you each and every day?

That he will never leave you?

I think you can.

Say it clear

My wife and I watched the WYD mass at Randwick racecourse yesterday and we both felt an immense pride. It was great to see around five hundred thousand brothers and sisters gather to celebrate in my own country. Yet greater still was the sense of connection I felt with all these people from all around the world. I felt part of one big Catholic happy family. There was a sea of coloured flags from so many different nations and I truly felt a part of something so much bigger than my little parish. I could identify with the creed I recite every Sunday-we believe in one holy and apostolic church. When the media talks about religion not being as relevant to people today I was somewhat surprised to see so many attending this mass. Our beloved church is so full of young passion and commitment. Together there is nothing we cannot do. Say it clear and say it loud: I’m Catholic and I’m proud.