The early Christian Martyrs

Most of us remember the Holocaust, genocide in some countries, the loss of lives at World Wars, the martyrs of September 11, 2001, and then there are the early Christian martyrs.The day after the feast of Saints Peter and Paul, the Church commemorates the many unknown, possibly in thousands of Christian martyrs who shed their blood for their faith under ruthless Emperors. What is known as the Persecution era, so many martyrs died defending their faith, either through crucifixion, being burned, being eaten by lions or other excruciating methods of torture. Many of them were arrested just by being seen carrying a cross in their hands. Most of them congregated underground in catacombs, for fear of being arrested and killed. Some of the known martyrs have been canonized by the church, St Agnes, St Agatha, St Cecilia, St Ignatius of Antioch, St. Sebastian, most of the early Popes, and so many others. It was only thanks to King Constantine who ended the Persecutions in 313 AD, that Christians could once again profess their faith freely and build basilicas and churches to worship in. 

Saint Peter and Saint Paul

The two pillars of the church are honored today on their liturgical feast day. Even though they became known as the most popular apostles, their beginning was not as pleasant. Peter was the rough and tough type of fisherman who had to be fine-tuned and polished by Jesus and eventually became the first Pope. However, there were some conflicting moments in his life, especially during Jesus’ passion when Peter three times denied even knowing Jesus. Some friend eh! However, Jesus forgave him, after the triple affirmation of faith, and changing his name from Simon to Peter, the Rock, on which the church was to be built. It must have worked, because, from the 12 apostles, we are now up to 1.2 billion Catholics.

St Paul, on the other hand, was even more aggressive as he used to persecute Christians, only to be converted on his way to Damascus when Jesus appeared to him, and his complete turnaround started. He eventually traveled all over Eastern Europe, through Greece, modern-day Turkey and even venturing on the sea being shipwrecked on my homeland of Malta where he baptized all the inhabitants. He also wrote letters to the many communities he visited, beautiful theological reflections which we read every Sunday in our 2nd reading at Mass. Both Peter and Paul were martyred, Peter being crucified upside down, and Paul being beheaded in Rome.

Hospitality and Immigration

The LifeLine ship that was allowed in Malta yesterday with 230 immigrants.

The present situation with immigration, both in the Mediterranean Sea and on the US-Mexico border leads me to share a few comments, especially since Malta has been often mentioned over the past few weeks. In fact just yesterday, Malta allowed over 230 refugees to enter the main harbor, with the prospect of having many of these refugees distributed among other countries, members of the European Union. 

Malta has always been hospitable to foreigners. Back in 60 AD St Paul and his crew were welcomed after the historic and providential shipwreck on the shores of Malta. Over the centuries, many foreigners settled on our small island and presently, walking through the local streets, all you hear are foreign languages and sometimes I feel I am still in New York City or London or Madrid. Malta is only 112 square miles, and extremely overcrowded already. Over the past 20 years or so, hundreds of refugees from North Africa have landed in Malta and were given political asylum or refugee status, but the problem is that Malta is too small to take in more immigrants. Many of these refugees escaping their countries want to land in Italy or Greece or Spain, from where they can spread, travel and settle all over Europe. They certainly don’t wish to end up in Malta which is so limited with space, and we are already the third most densely populated country in the world. In my hometown of St Julian’s for example, 40% of the population are foreigners. It baffles me when I stand outside our home in the evening, and I see only foreign students and visitors walk by, and all I hear are European languages, not to mention the carers in our Retirement Home who are predominantly Eastern Europeans, from the Philippines and even India and Pakistan. My hope is that the countries from where these immigrants are escaping, can strengthen their countries and governments, and develop more humane cities, in such a way that people do not have to fear living there and escape elsewhere, jeopardizing their lives and thousands of others to find a safe haven. Let us continue to pray as the leaders of the European Union discuss this issue over the next few days.

From the mouth of babes - part 1

Touching words from the mouth of babes. A group of professional people posed this question to a group of 4 to 8 year-olds, 'What does love mean?'

The answers they got were broader and deeper than anyone could have imagined. See what you think:

'Love is when you can still walk on the sand towards a sunset and feel like you've just been married all over again.' - Christina age 8

'When my grandmother got arthritis, she couldn't bend over and paint her toenails anymore. So my grandfather does it for her all the time, even when his hands got arthritis too. That's love.' Rebecca - age 7

'Love is when a girl puts on perfume and a boy puts on shaving cologne and they go out and smell each other.' Karl - age 5

'Love is when you go out to eat and give somebody most of your French fries without making them give you any of theirs.' Chrissy - age 6

'Love is when my mommy makes coffee for my daddy and she takes a sip before giving it to him, to make sure the taste is OK.' Danny - age 7

'Love is when you kiss all the time. Then when you get tired of kissing, you still want to be together and talk more. My Mommy and Daddy are like that.’ Emily - age 8

'Love is what's in the room with you at Christmas if you stop opening presents and listen.' Bobby - age 7 (Wow!)

'If you want to learn to love better, you should start with a friend who you hate,' Nikka - age 6 (we need a few million more Nikkas on this planet)

'Love is when you tell a guy you like his shirt, then he wears it every day.' Noelle - age 7

'Love is like a little old woman and a little old man who are still friends even after they know each other so well.' Tommy - age 6 

A kind action

Maria and Nat King Cole

One night, at 11:30 P.M., an older African American woman was standing on the side of an Alabama highway trying to endure a lashing rain storm. Her car had broken down and she desperately needed a ride. Soaking wet, she decided to flag down the next car. A young white man stopped to help her, generally unheard of in those conflict-filled 1960's. The man took her to safety, helped her get assistance and put her into a taxicab. She seemed to be in a big hurry, but wrote down his address and thanked him. Seven days went by and a knock came on the man's door. To his surprise, a giant console color TV was delivered to his home. A special note was attached. 

It read: "Thank you so much for assisting me on the highway the other night. The rain drenched not only my clothes but also my spirits. Then you came along. Because of you, I was able to make it to my dying husband's bedside just before he passed away... God bless you for helping me and unselfishly serving others."

                                                                                     Sincerely, Mrs. Nat King Cole.

True Love

This story is told by a nurse: It was a busy morning, approximately 8:30 am, when an elderly gentleman, in his 80's, arrived to have sutures (stitches) removed from his thumb. He stated that he was in a hurry as he had an appointment at 9:00 am. I took his vital signs and had him take a seat, knowing it would be over an hour before someone would to able to see him.  I saw him looking at his watch and decided since I was not busy with another patient, I would evaluate his wound. On exam, it was well healed, so I talked to one of the doctors, got the needed supplies to remove his sutures and redress his wound. While taking care of his wound, we began to engage in conversation. I asked him if he had a doctor's appointment this morning, as he was in such a hurry. The gentleman told me no, that he needed to go to the nursing home to eat breakfast with his wife. I then inquired as to her health. He told me that she had been there for a while and that she was a victim of Alzheimer Disease. As we talked, and I finished dressing his wound, I asked if she would be worried if he was a bit late. He replied that she no longer knew who he was, that she had not recognized him in five years now.  I was surprised and asked him. "And you still go every morning, even though she doesn't know who you are? He smiled as he patted my hand and said... "She doesn't know me, but I still know who she is."  I had to hold back tears as he left, I had goosebumps, and thought, "That is the kind of love I want in my life." True love is neither physical nor romantic. True love is an acceptance of all that is, has been, will be, and will not be. 

Birth of John the Baptist

There are three paintings that depict a young St John the Baptist which are favorites of mine for different reasons. They are all by the Spanish painter Esteban Bartolome’ Murillo and they show John the Baptist as a little boy, John always being accompanied by a little lamb, symbolizing his famous words “Behold the Lamb of God,” the phrase he used to welcome Jesus when he came to the Jordan River to be baptized by him. The other two paintings are of John by himself, one of them with a pondering look, while the other shows him in a remorseful or apologetic mood, again both of them with the lamb next to him. Today the Catholic Church celebrates his birth, and that is why we use the color white in our vestments. John is regarded as the last prophet of the Old Testament, while some refer to him as the first martyr of the New Testament, and we do have a commemoration of his martyrdom on August 29, but it’s his mysterious birth that is celebrated today, since Elizabeth his mother was advanced in age. 

John the Baptist as a prophet had a tough role to play - to point out the sins which were keeping the people from truly knowing, loving and serving God. He prepared the way of the Lord by calling people to lives of repentance. This is the message we receive on the 2nd Sunday of Advent when we focus again on John the Baptist as we see him preparing the way of the Lord, setting the stage for Jesus’ arrival - doing all the rough work and then disappear, getting hardly any credit. But that was his role and never complained about it. In the Gospel of John the Evangelist (Jn 3:30,) we read that John the Baptist said about Jesus: “He must increase, while I must decrease.” This is very indicative of what will happen after Jesus’ baptism. Jesus became well known, while John disappeared in the background. Yet while the popularity of Jesus increased, John faded away, and we see him again being arrested and then being beheaded by Herod. Yet there is another interesting twist to the phrase “He must increase and I must decrease.” John’s birthday falls close to the summer solstice, one of the longest days of the year, and from now on, the days will start decreasing, leading to one of the shortest days of the year, which is Christmas, the birthday of Jesus, close to the winter’s solstice, and from then on, the days will start getting longer. “I must decrease, while He must increase.”

It’s a notion worth adapting to in our daily lives - we must decrease our yearnings, our dreams, our wishes, while we should let Him increase in us, increasing our potential to love, increase our prayer life, our devotion to duty, our commitment to our faith. This is the message the church wants us to remember this weekend. We can obviously decrease the clutter from our lives and increase the goodness that is certainly already in your heart.

Pope St. John XXIII

Pope St John XXIII on the sedia gestatoria.

Pope John XXIII was known for his funny remarks. Pope John rarely used the Sedia Gestatoria, that chair carried by 8 men. One day he decided to raise the salary of those carriers. When they asked him why, he simply replied: ‘They deserve the raise, to counter the added weight they have to carry.’

Just after he was elected Pope, he was meeting Bishop Fulton Sheen at the Vatican. As he welcomed Bishop Sheen he said to him: ‘The Lord knew for 77 years that I was going to be a Pope. Don’t you think he should have made me a little more cute and less chubby!’

While visiting Regina Coeli prison at Christmastime in 1958, he admitted to the prisoners that he too had stolen an apple when he was a child. He told the prisoners ‘That day I had a great sense of remorse like all of you. I spent a long time worrying about my mistake. But I was lucky because I was never caught. And if I was caught, how could I have given that apple back? I had eaten it a long time ago!’

One day in the Vatican Gardens, Pope John met the gardener who was bottling some wine from the small vineyard. He filled a glass with the wine, tasted it as the wine connoisseurs like to do. After he drank it, the Pope said: ‘Enrico, do me a favor, don’t let the Monsignori taste this wine, because they would want it for the Mass, and they may end up saying 4 or 5 Masses each day!’

St Thomas More and John Fisher

St. Thomas More

These two British martyrs are among the most beloved in the English Catholic Church. St Thomas More was born at London in 1478. After a thorough grounding in religion and the classics, he entered Oxford to study law. Upon leaving the university he embarked on a legal career which took him to Parliament. In 1505, he married his beloved Jane Colt who bore him four children, and when she died at a young age, he married a widow, Alice Middleton, to be a mother for his young children. A great reformer, Thomas More numbered Bishops and scholars among his friends, and by 1516 wrote his world-famous book "Utopia". He attracted the attention of Henry VIII who appointed him to a succession of high posts, and finally made him Lord Chancellor in 1529. However, he resigned in 1532, at the height of his career, when Henry persisted in holding his own opinions regarding marriage and the supremacy of the Pope, while strongly opposing Henry's thirst for a divorce. This is when the Church of England broke away from the Catholic religion. The rest of Thomas’ life was spent in writing mostly in defense of the Church. In 1534, with his close friend, St John Fisher, he refused to render allegiance to the King as the Head of the Church of England and was confined to the Tower. Fifteen months later, he was tried and convicted of treason. On the scaffold, he told the crowd of spectators that he was dying as "the King's good servant- but God's first." He was beheaded on July 6, 1535. His life is depicted in the classic movie “A Man for all Seasons,” with Paul Scofield acting in an Oscar-winning performance.

St. Thomas More and St John Fisher

St. John Fisher was born at Yorkshire in 1459, and educated at Cambridge. In 1504, he became Bishop of Rochester and Chancellor of Cambridge, in which capacity he also tutored Prince Henry who was to become Henry VIII. St John was dedicated to the welfare of his diocese and his university. From 1527, he actively opposed the King's divorce proceedings against Catherine, his wife in the sight of God. Unlike the other Bishops, St John refused to take the oath of succession, and he was imprisoned in the tower in April 1534. The next year he was made a Cardinal by Pope Paul III and Henry retaliated by having him beheaded within a month. A half hour before his execution, John Fisher opened his New Testament for the last time and his eyes fell on the following words from St. John's Gospel: "Eternal life is this: to know You, the only true God, and Him Whom You have sent, Jesus Christ. I have given You glory on earth by finishing the work You gave me to do. Do You now, Father, give me glory at Your side". Closing the book, he observed: "There is enough learning in that to last me the rest of my life." St. Thomas More and St. John Fisher were both canonized on May 19th, 1935, with Thomas More becoming the patron of lawyers and politicians.

St Aloysius Gonzaga

One of the patrons of youth, St Aloysius Gonzaga was an Italian Jesuit saint of the 16th century. Quite a few Jesuit colleges are named after him, including Gonzaga University in Spokane, Washington and St Aloysius College, in Malta. Aloysius is the Latin form of his given name, Luigi, in English known as Louis. Aloysius Gonzaga was born at Castiglione near Mantua, Italy, in 1568 to a celebrated family of wealth and prestige. As the first born son of his father, Ferrante, and his mother, Marta, he was in line to inherit his father's title of Marquis. He grew up amid the violence and brutality of the Renaissance Italy and witnessed the murder of two of his brothers. In 1576, Aloysius' parents sent him to attend the court of the Grand Duke of Tuscany, Francesco de Medici, in Florence. Later, accompanied by his parents, he traveled to Spain to join the court of Philip II in Madrid.

In Spain, Aloysius decided he wanted to join the newly founded religious order, the Society of Jesus. His father resisted his decision and there followed a struggle of wills that continued after his return to Castiglione in 1584. But Aloysius eventually prevailed. Renouncing his right to the title of Marquis and to the vast wealth he was destined to inherit, he entered the Society of Jesus in Rome on November 25, 1585. During his early studies in Rome, he would regularly go out into the streets of the city to care for victims of the plague. He himself contracted the disease as a result of his efforts for the suffering and died on June 21, 1591, at the age of twenty-three, six years short of his ordination as a Jesuit priest.
Even before his time as a Jesuit, Aloysius was known for his love of prayer and fasting. He received his First Communion from St. Charles Borromeo. As a Jesuit at the Roman College, he continued to devote his time to prayer and practices of austerity. His spiritual director was St. Robert Bellarmine who later was canonized and declared a doctor of the church. When Robert was dying, he asked to be buried next to the grave of Aloysius. Today, they rest next to each other in the church of St. Ignatius Loyola in Rome. Pope Benedict XIII canonized Aloysius in 1726, and three years later declared him to be the patron of youth in the Catholic Church, an honor later confirmed by Pope Pius XI in 1926.  Gonzaga University in Spokane is the only Jesuit university in the world named after St. Aloysius.

Class of 1977

Ordination Class of 1977 (click to enlarge)

Here is a group picture of me and my classmates after celebrating Mass at Resurrection chapel yesterday at Hilltop Gardens on the occasion of our 41st anniversary. A nice crowd of families and friends attended who enjoyed the celebration as well as the reception that followed. It is an annual get-together that has been held over the years, each year in a different church. This year we remembered especially Fr Teddy Cumbo, one of us who died this past January. From left to right, they are: Fr. Carmel Mercieca, Msgr. Carmel Farrugia, Fr. Gino Gauci, Fr. Joe Borg, Msgr. Joe Bajada, Fr. Julian Cassar, Msgr. Charles Attard, Msgr. Anton Gouder, Fr. Tancred Sultana, Fr. Walter Cauchi, Fr. Mario Tong. To one and all: Ad Multos Annos!

41st Anniversary

The day of our Ordination, June 19, 1977

Today I celebrate 41 years since my ordination to the priesthood. We just had a retreat with my classmates, and tonight we will concelebrate Mass at my chapel here at Hilltop Gardens. I thank the Lord for giving us all these years to minister to the people God has entrusted in our care. We have plenty of memories as we reminisced through stories, anecdotes and recollections which remain indelible in our minds. 

An informal photo before our ordination with our Rector, Msgr Victor Grech.

I pray especially today for the parishioners I had served over the years: St. Julian’s Malta, Holy Spirit in New Hyde Park, NY, St. Anthony, Rocky Point, NY, Holy Family, Hicksville, NY, St Stanislaus Kostka, Pleasant Valley, NY, St. Elizabeth of Hungary, John Day, Oregon, St Francis de Sales Cathedral, Baker City, Oregon, St. Francis of Assisi, Bend, Oregon, and the last two years the community of Hilltop Gardens and Simblija Care Home in Naxxar, Malta.

A modern litany to Mary

Mary, hope of our future.

Mary, model of endless waiting.

Mary, model of enduring patience.

Mary, help during our redemption from sin.

Mary, model of timely tolerance.

Mary, beautiful beyond anything ever created.

Mary, healer of all emotional pain.

Mary, consoler of the broken-hearted.

Mary, comforter of those hurt by unkind treatment.

Mary, example of perseverance and determination.

Mary, guide for those seeking a new beginning.

Mary, strength of all families.

Mary, source of much-needed spiritual stamina.

Mary, our Mother, pray for us.

My soccer career

As the World Cup is going on, and bringing millions of people together in a spirit of fair play and spectacular action, I want to go back in time and share with you three photos that describe my humble soccer career. Back in 1957, when I was just 5 years old, I used to be the ball-boy, also called mascot of the soccer team from my home town of St Julian’s members of the Catholic Action Society. I simply carried the ball and posed for pictures with the team, made up of young men, 4 of whom were uncles and cousins of mine.

The other photo is from my Seminary years where I used to organize a 7-a-side soccer league, encouraging all seminarians to participate. My intention was to involve as many as possible to play, even though some of the seminarians were far from athletic. In this photo from 1972 with 6 others, who are all priests, I was the goalkeeper, standing first on the left in a light-colored shirt.

Priorities

When things in your life seem almost too much to handle, when 24 hours in a day are not enough, remember the mayonnaise jar........and the beer. A professor stood before his philosophy class and had some items in front of him. When the class began, wordlessly, he picked up a large and empty mayonnaise jar and proceeded to fill it with golf balls. He then asked the students if the jar was full. They agreed that it was. So the professor then picked up a box of pebbles and poured them into the jar. He shook the jar lightly. The pebbles rolled into the open areas between the golf balls. He then asked the students again if the jar was full. They agreed it was. The professor next picked up a box of sand and poured it into the jar. Of course, the sand filled up everything else. He asked once more if the jar was full. The students responded with an unanimous "yes." The professor then produced two cans of beer from under the table and poured the entire contents into the jar, effectively filling the empty Space between the sand. The students laughed.

"Now," said the professor, as the laughter subsided, "I want you to recognize that this jar represents your life. The golf balls are the important things - your family, your children, your health, your friends, your favorite passions - things that if everything else was lost and only they remained, your life would still be full. The pebbles are the other things that matter like your job, your house, your car. The sand is everything else - the small stuff. If you put the sand into the jar first," he continued, "there is no room for the pebbles or the golf balls. The same goes for life. If you spend all your time and energy on the small stuff, you will never have room for the things that are important to you. Pay attention to the things that are critical to your happiness. Play with your children. Take time to get medical checkups. Take your partner out to dinner. There will always be time to clean the house, and fix what is broekn. Take care of the golf balls first, the things that really matter. Set your priorities. The rest is just sand."One of the students raised her hand and inquired what the beer represented. The professor smiled. "I'm glad you asked. It just goes to show you that no matter how full your life may seem, there's always room for a couple of beers."

World Cup 2018

The world is presently enraptured in following the final stages of the Soccer World Cup. It is being held in Russia and is held every 4 years, with many preliminary matches to be played to choose the final 32 teams. As of 2026, which will be held in the USA, Canada and Mexico, the teams in the finals stages will be 48, obviously to crown one nation. Over the years, a few elite teams have won the top prize, including Brazil (5 times,) Germany (4 times,) Italy (4 times,) Argentina (twice,) Uruguay (twice,) Spain, France and England (once each.) My memories of World Cup frenzy goes back to my childhood years, starting from 1958 when Brazil beat Sweden in the final, and that’s when my father had bought a television set in black and white, and many of his friends used to come and watch the games. My biggest recollection is the 1966 edition which was held in England and won by England, as well as the 1970 edition held in Mexico, won by Brazil by beating Italy in the grand final. The favorites this year are Brazil, Germany, Spain and France. Unfortunately both Italy and the USA did not make it to the final stages. And please, don't look for Malta - we're too small to even win a game in the preliminary stages, although Iceland, with a smaller population than Malta, made it to the finals this year.

Sand and Stone

A story tells that two friends were walking through the desert. During some point of the journey they had an argument, and one friend slapped the other one in the face. The one who got slapped was hurt, but without saying anything, wrote in the sand: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SLAPPED ME IN THE FACE. They kept on walking until they found an oasis, where they decided to take a bath. The one who had been slapped got stuck in the mire and started drowning, but the friend saved him. After he recovered from the near drowning, he wrote on a stone: TODAY MY BEST FRIEND SAVED MY LIFE. The friend who had slapped and saved his best friend asked him, "After I hurt you! , you wrote in the sand and now, you write on a stone, why?" The other friend replied "When someone hurts us we should write it down in sand where winds of forgiveness can erase it away. But, when someone does something good for us, we must engrave it in stone where no wind can ever erase it." LEARN TO WRITE YOUR HURTS IN THE SAND AND TO CARVE YOUR BENEFITS IN STONE. They say it takes a minute to find a special person, an hour to appreciate them, a day to love them, but then an entire life to forget them.

Saint Anthony

St. Anthony of Padua was born August 15, 1195 near Lisbon, to a wealthy family and given the name Fernando. He was sent to the cathedral school in Lisbon, but in 1210, at the age of 15 he entered the Augustinian monastery of Sao Vicente in Lisbon, against the wishes of his family. But in their monastery near his native city he was distracted by visits from relatives and friends. After two years, Fernando asked to be transferred. He was sent to Holy Cross in Coimbra, a great center of learning and capital of Portugal at that time. He devoted the next eight years of his life to study and prayer, immersing himself in Sacred Scripture. When news of the Franciscan martyrs in Morocco reached him, he joined the Franciscan Order in 1221, when he was 26 years old. At his own request, he was sent as a missionary to Morocco with the mission of preaching among the Moors. He had to return to Europe because of ill health. After this, St Anthony was moved to Romagna (Italy) and spent 9 months as a chaplain to hermits. He was so modest that he thought nothing of spending his days carrying on the lowliest duties of the kitchen and convent. But the Lord had bigger plans for this holy man. At an ordination ceremony, the priest who was about to give the sermon fell ill suddenly and St Anthony was called upon to give the sermon in his place. Although he refused with humility at first, he eventually had to do so because of his vow of obedience to his superior. He delivered a very moving and impressive sermon. He worked very close to St Francis of Assisi, and is probably the second best known Franciscan in history.

St Anthony distributing the bread - Willem Van Herp

The last two years of his life he spent in Padua, preaching, hearing confessions and working to help the poor. St. Anthony died on June 13th, 1231 at Arcella, a suburb of Padua in the apartment reserved for the chaplain of the sisterhood of Poor Clares of Arcella. There he received the last rites and died. He was only 36. Saint Anthony was canonized in 1232 by Pope Gregory IX and declared a Doctor of the Church by Pope Pius XII in 1946. He holds the record for the second fastest canonization in history: he was declared a saint 352 days after his death. In 1263, a basilica was built in his honor. He was above all the greatest preacher of the middle ages and one of the finest orators of all time. Today he is one of the most famous saints and is often called upon by Catholics to help find lost possessions. Saint Anthony of Padua is usually sculpted or portrayed holding the child Jesus, or a lily or a book, or all three, in his arms.

Play with words

A 'Lexophile' is a person who has a love for words, and creates sentences such as "you can tune a piano, but you can't tuna fish", or "To write with a broken pencil is pointless." An annual competition is held by the New York Times to see who can create the best original sentence. Here are some of the entries:

 
No matter how much you push the envelope, it'll still be stationery.
If you don't pay your exorcist you can get repossessed.
I'm reading a book about anti-gravity. I just can't put it down.
I didn't like my beard at first. Then it grew on me.
Did you hear about the crossed-eyed teacher who lost her job because she couldn't control her pupils?
When you get a bladder infection, urine trouble.
I stayed up all night to see where the sun went, and then it dawned on me.
I changed my iPod's name to Titanic. It's syncing now.
England has no kidney bank, but it does have a Liverpool.
A thief who stole a calendar got twelve months.
When the smog lifts in Los Angeles U.C.L.A.
I got some batteries that were given out free of charge.
A dentist and a manicurist married. They fought tooth and nail.
Police were summoned to a daycare center where a three-year-old was resisting a rest.
Did you hear about the fellow whose entire left side was cut off? He's all right now.
A bicycle can't stand alone; it's just two tired.
He had a photographic memory but it was never fully developed.
When she saw her first strands of gray hair she thought she'd dye.

Saint Barnabas

St. Barnabas, whose feast we celebrate today was a great friend of St. Paul, and accompanied him on many of his missionary journeys he did after his conversion. He was born in Cyprus and was originally named Joseph. But when he joined the apostles and became a beloved disciple, they gave him the name Barnabas, which means ‘Son of Encouragement.’ In fact he was the person who introduced Paul to the other apostles. He joined them in his mission of preaching and baptizing new Christians. On some of his journeys they even had St. Mark with them. But on his journey to Rome, when St Paul being shipwrecked on Malta, he had St Luke with him. But Paul and Barnabas worked very well together and many people used to call them Hermes and Zeus, referring to two Greek Gods. It is said that Barnabas could be the author of the letter to the Hebrews, because it has a completely different style from the other letters which Paul wrote. He took part in the Council of Jerusalem and was influential in introducing the Orthodox church in Cyprus, where he was unfortunately martyred there in 61 AD. Barnabas worked close to sailors and cloth merchants while in Cyprus, and in Famagusta, there is a big monastery dedicated to him. He is of course the patron saint of Cyprus. His life teaches us to be companions to each other, especially those who are gifted with similar talents. There are people who are gifted to work with young children, others to work with youth, yet others to work with the elderly. And then there are others like myself, who always worked well with the young and the old.

6 Sins against the Holy Spirit

The Gospel today speaks about the sins against the Holy Spirit, and since I shared them with the people during my 5 homilies this weekend, here they are for you to ponder on, especially since we sometimes take them for granted. Here they are with a brief description:

1.      Despair – when you give up all hope, leading sometimes to suicide. Remember that everything is forgivable, and God is ever merciful.

2.      Presumption – when you think that you can save your life without observing the Commandments, and without following the rules of the church.

3.      Jealousy – when you crave for what other people have, instead of being happy with the blessings God gave you.

4.      Persistence in sin – when you keep repeating the same sins without having any remorse or desire to repent, or change your lifestyle.

5.      Death without repentance – when you’re nearing the end of your life and still refuse to be reconciled with the church, refusing even confession and communion on your death bed.

6.      Denying the truth – when you keep refusing to accept the teachings of the church, as well as other duties and obligations we have, like accepting the gift of life from the first moment of conception.

Colorful Umbrellas

A very colorful street was on display in the village of Zabbar, Malta, as they celebrate a festive celebration called 'CrossRoads,' It is estimated that 1500 colored umbrellas were hanging along some of the streets, connecting two popular and partisan Band Clubs, but thankfully brought together today for this unifying occasion. Unfortunately when I went to feast on a few photos this morning, all the umbrellas were closed up. When I asked why they were not opened, I was told because it was windy! It was a gorgeous day with a slight breeze that was hardly discernible, but I am sure they will open them tonight when the climax of the celebration is being held.

Feast of the Sacred Heart

Devotion to the Sacred Heart of Jesus goes back at least to the 11th century, but through the 16th century, it remained a private devotion, often tied to devotion to the Five Wounds of Christ. The first feast of the Sacred Heart was celebrated on August 31, 1670, in Rennes, France, through the efforts of Fr. Jean Eudes. From Rennes, the devotion spread, but it took the visions of St. Margaret Mary Alacoque for the devotion to become universal. In all of these visions, in which Jesus appeared to St. Margaret Mary, the Sacred Heart of Jesus played a central role. The "great apparition," which took place on June 16, 1675, during the octave of the Feast of Corpus Christi, is the source of the modern Feast of the Sacred Heart. In that vision, Christ asked St. Margaret Mary to request that the Feast of the Sacred Heart be celebrated on the Friday after the Feast of Corpus Christi, in reparation for the ingratitude of men for the sacrifice that Christ had made for them. The Sacred Heart of Jesus represents not simply His physical heart but His love for all mankind. The devotion especially emphasizes the unmitigated love, compassion, and long-suffering of the heart of Christ towards humanity.
The devotion became quite popular after St. Margaret Mary's death in 1690, but, because the Church initially had doubts about the validity of St. Margaret Mary's visions, it wasn't until 1765 that the feast was celebrated officially in France. Almost 100 years later, in 1856, Pope Pius IX, at the request of the French bishops, extended the feast to the universal Church. It is celebrated on the day requested by our Lord - the Friday after the octave of Corpus Christi, or 19 days after Pentecost Sunday. Normally on the following day, on Saturday the church celebrates the feast of the Immaculate Heart of Mary. Let us appreciate and cherish the love that Jesus has for each and every one of us, and maybe we can reciprocate some of that love to others.

Remembering Bobby Kennedy

Robert F. Kennedy (1925-1968)

We remember this week the 50th anniversary of the assassination of Robert F. Kennedy. Bobby Kennedy (November 20, 1925 – June 6, 1968) was an American politician and lawyer who served as the 64th U.S. Attorney General and as US Senator for New York until his assassination in June 1968. Kennedy was born in Brookline, Massachusetts, the seventh child of Joseph and Rose Kennedy. After serving in the US Naval Reserves as a seaman apprentice from 1944 to 1946, Kennedy returned to Harvard University and graduated in 1948. He received his law degree from the University of Virginia and was admitted to the Massachusetts bar in 1951. He was the US Attorney General between January 20, 1961 and September 3, 1964. He became the US Senator for New York from January 3, 1965 – June 6, 1968. In 1968, Kennedy was a leading candidate for the Democratic nomination for the presidency; he appealed especially to poor, African American, Hispanic, Catholic and young voters. He had defeated Senator Eugene McCarthy in the California and South Dakota presidential primaries. Shortly after midnight on June 5, 1968, Kennedy was mortally wounded by Shirhan Shirhan, a 24-year-old Palestinian, because he had advocated American support for Israel following the 1967 Six-Day War.

Bobby and Ethel with 10 of their children

Bobby was married to Ethel and they had 11 children, with his wife being pregnant with their 11 th child when he was killed. Kennedy's Catholicism was central to his politics and personal attitude to life and its purpose; he inherited his faith from his family. He was more religious than his brothers and approached his duties with a Catholic worldview. Throughout his life, he made reference to his faith, how it informed every area of his life, and how it gave him the strength to re-enter politics following his older brother's assassination.

The Secret

One day, one friend asked another, “How is it that you are always so happy? You have so much energy, and you never seem to get down.”

With her eyes smiling, she said, “I know the Secret!”

“What secret is that?”

To which she replied, “I’ll tell you all about it, but you have to promise to share the Secret with others.” The Secret is this:

I have learned there is little I can do in my life that will make me truly happy. I must depend on God to make me happy and to meet my needs. When a need arises in my life, I have to trust God to supply according to HIS riches. I have learned most of the time I don’t need half of what I think I do. He has never let me down. Since I learned that `Secret’, I am happy.”

The questioner’s first thought was, ‘That’s too simple!’ But upon reflecting over her own life she recalled how she thought a bigger house would make her happy, but it didn’t! She thought a better paying job would make her happy, but it hadn’t. When did she realize her greatest happiness? Sitting on the floor with her grandchildren, playing games, eating pizza or reading a story, walking barefoot on the sand with a friend, not looking at her cell-phone for a whole day, listening to a Mozart symphony, enjoying a sunset, looking up close at flowers, playing with a puppy or kitten, praying in church, a simple gift from God.

Now you know it too! We can’t depend on PEOPLE to make us happy. Only GOD in His infinite wisdom can do that. Trust HIM! And now I pass the Secret on to you! Remember that GOD in His wisdom will take care of YOU!

God will provide

There once was a man who had nothing for his family to eat. He had an old shotgun and three bullets.  So, he decided that he would go out and kill something for dinner.  As he went down the road, he saw a rabbit and he shot at the rabbit and missed it. Then he saw a squirrel and fired a shot at the squirrel and missed it.  As he went further, he saw a wild turkey in the tree and he had only one bullet, but a voice came to him and said "pray first, aim and stay focused."However, at the same time, he saw a deer which was a better kill. He brought the gun down and aimed at the deer.  But, then he saw a rattlesnake at his feet, about to bite him, so he naturally brought the gun down further to shoot the rattlesnake.  Still, the voice said again to him, "I said, pray, aim high and stay focused."  So, the man decided to listen to the voice. He prayed, then aimed the gun high up in the tree and shot the wild turkey as it flew away. The bullet bounced off the turkey and killed the deer.  The handle fell off the gun, hit the snake in the head and killed it and, when the gun had gone off, it knocked him into a pond.  When he stood to look around, he had fish in all his pockets, a dead deer and a turkey to eat. The snake (Satan) was dead simply because the man listened to God.

The lesson for today: Pray first, before you do anything, aim and shoot high for your goals, and stay focused on God.  

Famous Landmarks - part 5

This is the last part of our famous landmarks, with the years it took to build and the year it was built, besides the name of the main builder.

Sydney Opera House – 14 years – 1959 – Jorn Utzon

-          The roof is covered with more than one million tiles, and boasts 6,255 square meters of glass, and 645 kilometres of electric cable.

The Space Needle, Seattle – 1 year – 1961 – Edward Carlson and John Graham Jr.

-          The structure weighs about 5850 tons and its foundation reach 120 square feet underground.

Millennium Dome, London – 4 years – 1997 – Richard Rogers

Petronas Towers, Kuala Lumpur, Malaysia – 3 years – 1993 – Cesar Pelli

-          A double-decker bridge connects the two towers at the 41^st and 42^nd floors.

Louvres Pyramids, Paris -6 years – 1983 – Ieoh Ming Pei

Burj Khalifa, Dubai – 2 years – 2004 – Adrian Smith

-          At 828 meters, the Burj Khalifa holds a number of titles, including the tallest building in the world.

The Shard, London – 3 years – 2009 – Renzo Piano

-          Angled glass panes reflect sunlight and the sky, so that the appearance of the building changes according to the weather and seasons.