Twilight Twitches

Dear Family,
Last Sunday at a couple of the Masses, I remarked that maybe it was just me, but it seems as though people have a much greater need to come together when there is a tragedy. As much as we enjoy good things, if you are looking for moments when people draw together best, nothing does it like a common crisis.

At that rate, we sure should be very close to each other right now. I don’t feel that closeness very much. Just the opposite. No doubt it has something to do with just how long a crisis goes on. Then when you multiply the crises, all I want to do is crawl into a hole, disconnect the television and grab my rosary.

Dear Family,
You don’t look a day over 243.

I had to stop and think a minute... independence from whom? Oh yes, King George. I hadn’t forgotten the history. It’s just that these days as the saying goes, “It’s hard to remember you were trying to drain the swamp when you’re up to your rear end in alligators.”

I remember in years past on this page, reminiscing with you about fireworks from North Miami’s recreation field. We kids sat in our front yard six blocks away watching the exploding skies in amazement. That’s 65-70 years ago.

Dear Family,
Thanks to Msgr. Mike Hippee, Fr. Gary Weismann and of course our own Fr. Antony Vayalikarottu for celebrating the liturgy for you during my recent absence. You’ll be happy to know that my problem was NOT COVID-19.

Speaking of which...

I know these days are hard on all of us. Here at the parish we’ve been scrupulous about cleaning everything and maintaining space, and perhaps most important of all, that we are wearing the masks.

Dear Family,
Here we are in the 11th week in Ordinary time. In other words, we have finished the Easter season and celebrated Trinity and Corpus Christi. The cycle began last December with Advent and moves to Advent 2020, when we begin the voyage through the Church’s year of feasts all over again.

The Church has a three-year cycle, using Matthew, Mark or Luke. As you remember (don’t you?) this is Matthew’s year. John comes to us at various times sprinkled into the seasons of the year.