I remember a Kindergarten child
coming to me one day, telling me his mom was going to have a baby. Then three
days later, he came back with a sad look on his face. “Father Julian, remember
I told you my mom’s gonna have a baby – well forget it! She ate it!”
I remember visiting a family for dinner one
day, and little Jonathan came to the door dressed in a suit and a tie. I felt
embarrassed and thought that I had the wrong date, as I thought they were going
out. “Oh no !” his mother reassured me, “He wanted to dress up, because you were coming
to visit us.”
I remember visiting a family on
Christmas Day to have Dinner with them. I told them I’ll be there around 4 PM.
When I arrived I was a little late, and as soon as I rang the door bell, little
Matthew came to open the door and greeted with these famous words: “Happy
Christmas Father Julian, but you’re 19 minutes late !”
I remember little Kathleen who
was so proud when she was chosen to take part in the school Christmas play.
When I asked her what part she received, she just couldn’t talk, she was speechless and certainly ecstatic. She kept
smiling and giggling and smiling more, until I forced it out of her . . “I have the part
of Mary !” (see photo)
I
remember a young boy, Thomas, possibly 4 years old, who accompanied his parents
to church every Sunday. I would always say to Hello to him and his parents after Mass. One day I was on
my bike visiting some families, and I passed by his house. Apparently Thomas
was looking outside from a window, and he started yelling to his mother. She
told me how his outburst went....’Mom....come here quickly, God is
outside...and he’s on a bike....and he’s wearing sneakers....and he even has a
NewYork Mets baseball cap.’ The following Sunday he said to me 'Hello God, I saw you on your bike!'
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