Twilight Twitches

Twilight Twitches

fetscherDear Family,
ABCD Update!
You are great! As I write (on Feb. 11th) we are at 67% of our goal. That means $33,388 to go. I know we can.

For those of you who are visitors or new to the parish, ABCD (ArchBishop’s Charities and Development) is the appeal the Archdiocese makes each year to help fund outreach work that extends beyond parishes. They are the joint responsibilities of all the parishes. It’s a fixed part of the budget.

So, if we are not able to meet our goal, we will have to fund the difference from our regular parishes revenues. In return for that condition, the Archdiocese will also return to the parish any excess over our goal. Can I call that “we got your back” holiness?” Never mind. I won’t push it.

fetscherDear Family,
As Kansas City basked in the joy and light of Super Bowl victory, I was thinking about our other Archbishop, namely Archbishop Jim Keleher, our good friend and Archbishop Emeritus of Kansas City, Kansas. I called him last Monday morning and he was delighted about the outcome. He said he was getting concerned until “the boys” finally came through in the fourth quarter. He prayed them through right until the end. He hopes perhaps to see us in the not too distant future. Hearing him sound well was a great way to start the week.

Before I even write my next words, I know I am probably going to be in big, serious, hairy eyeball trouble. The words I’m thinking: “Why is it that I’ve never heard one woman’s junk is another woman’s treasure”? The answer: “Because men are from Mars and women are from Venus.”

fetscherDear Family,
Talk about SUPER. We’ve got it all today, and it isn’t just happening in the “Bowl” of the Hard Rock Stadium. (Go Chiefs – waiting 50 years. I know how they feel.)

Groundhog Day finds folk in western Pennsylvania watching for Punxsutawney Phil. If he sees his shadow as he emerges from hibernation, we (they) have six more weeks of winter. No shadow means Spring is coming quicker. Seems like it should be the other way around. Go Figure.

Then there is Candlemas Day. This is when people traditionally bring candles to be blessed. The tradition is that it gives the folk light to face the remaining winter weeks.

fetscherDear Family,
I’m writing last Monday, January 20th, the Feast of Saint Sebastian. There was a good group at 8:00 a.m. morning Mass. In honor of St. Seb, we sang. We were in good voice and good cheer.  I didn’t ask how many had been at our dinner at Tropical Acres on the 17th, but this morning’s cheer was a carryover for me.

The Pastoral Council members pitched in and each had a part in making our dinner a huge success. Judy Fisher sent out 650 invitations. Connie Reed, Liz Calhoun and Annie Gardner were the organizers par excellence. Nancy Adams, Frank Krauser, Rosemary Guerin and Ann Murry went early to set up, labeling tables and making sure each place had a special pen. (Shining the light of Christ! Get it?) Chuck Wobby rounded out the group with handling the seating assignments – no mean feat - and smiling a welcome for folks as he did so.

fetscherDear Family,
Here I am once again, thinking about something that, AS I WRITE, has not happened yet. With God’s help, by the time you read this Twitch, we will have had a wonderful Sixtieth Anniversary Dinner.

Next week I’ll be sure and thank all those who made it happen, but I especially know I will be grateful to Connie Reed and Liz Calhoun for arranging the venue and keeping track of all those names with their filets or salmons.

fetscherDear Family,
At the end of today’s Feast of the Baptism of Jesus, we entered into “Ordinary Time.”

Before I go any farther, let me linger a little in Christmas time to make a special point of thanking our parishioners who made the place just beautiful. Those decorations helped us remember the birth of the Savior, without which none of us would be here in the first place.

To Ann Murry, Sue and Scott Martinez, Charlotte Newbury and super plant maintenance supervisor and #1 Christmas fan in all the earth, Patricio Diaz-Pizzaro, I offer our thanks. The red and gold comes down after today’s celebration and we begin a period of “Ordinary Time.” The color is green, the color of hope.

fetscherDear Family,
Here we are in the first Twitch for 2020. As I said above, Happy New Year!

The change of year, indeed the change of the decade gets me thinking about time. What have I done with mine? What do I want to do with the time I have left?

Somewhere in the early eighties, I remember thinking that in 2006 I would be 65. I couldn’t imagine what being 65 would feel like, much less getting to the year.

In those days the letter was called Midnight Musings because I stayed up later. As I aged the midnights became twilights.

fetscher...A Child is born, a Son is Given, ...and He shall reign for ever and ever. King of kings, and Lord of lords...

Dear Family,
My heartfelt wish is that over the last week you heard some version of Handel’s Messiah that helped you recall the depth of the “Us” you see in my header. “Us” is US. We celebrate Jesus’ coming in time nearly two millennia ago.

But fast forward, and realize that the same Jesus has come and is constantly coming to and for “Us.” He is present in each moment, for “Us.”

fetscherDear Family,
Some of you receive, “Give Us This Day.” In the entry for last May 25th, this reflection from the Dialogues of Saint Catherine of Siena appeared.

Found By Love
I have chosen you out of the world...
Thank you so much, eternal Father, for not abandoning me, Your handiwork. Thank you for not turning your face away from me. Thank you for not making light of my desires. You are Light, and You’ve seen and forgiven my dark weaknesses. You are Life, and You’ve never believed me dead.
You, Doctor, have listened to my grave illnesses of soul.

fetscherDear Family,
Father Larry Gillick, SJ, has been a writer for the Daily Online Reflections from Creighton University. I once had the good fortune of making a retreat under his direction. He lost his sight as a child but that never got in the way as he quoted scripture to us from his brail copy of the gospels. He wrote this a few years ago.

“The Jesuit poet, G. M. Hopkins wrote a poem about patience as a hard thing to pray for. Waiting, longing, wondering what’s taking so long, are experiences we’d rather avoid. Things for which we do not have to wait, things and persons who are automatically present, tend to become, well, just there - the usual.

There is a comfort in the usual, but there is something in the human soul which urges the new, different or surprising.

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