The Worker’s Pledge

Would that all workers be honest in their contribution at what they do. Maybe this brief pledge can encourage more workers to give 100% of their genuine efforts at work. Washington Gladden (1836-1918), an American pastor, and founder of the Social Gospel Movement wrote the Worker’s Pledge for all workers: ‘I don’t want to be a sponge or a parasite, but I want to give my share equivalent to what I get paid for. I don’t want money unless I worked very hard for them. If I end up working for a company or institution, I want to give complete service and generous contribution to what I’m asked to do. If I work for my country or even my own town or village, I have to give my full effort, in the most efficient and conscientious way. If  I can give a little more than what I received, then I’ll be the happiest person on earth.’

Saint Agatha

Illumination of St Agatha's martyrdom by Sano di Pietro

St. Agatha was born in Catania, Sicily, and died there a martyr in approximately 251 AD. In the legend of her life, we are told that she belonged to a rich, important family. When she was young, she dedicated her life to God and resisted any men who wanted to marry her or have sex with her. One of these men, Quintian, was of a high enough rank that he felt he could force her to acquiesce. Knowing she was a Christian in a time of persecution, he had her arrested. He expected her to give in when faced with torture and possible death, but she simply affirmed her belief in God. Quintian imprisoned her in a brothel in order to get her to change her mind. He brought her back before him after she had suffered a month of assault and humiliation in the brothel, but Agatha had never wavered. Quintian sent her to prison, instead of back to the brothel - a move intended to make her more afraid, but which probably was a great relief to her. When she continued to profess her faith in Jesus, Quintian had her tortured by cutting off her breasts. He refused her any medical care but God gave her all the care she needed in the form of a vision of St. Peter. Saint Agatha is often depicted in paintings carrying her excised breasts on a platter. 

The shape of her amputated breasts, especially as depicted in artistic renderings, gave rise to her attribution as the patron saint of bell-founders and of bakers, whose loaves were blessed at her feast day. More recently, she has been venerated as patron saint of breast cancer patients. Because she was asked for help during the eruption of Mount Etna she is considered a protector against the outbreak of fire. She is the patron saint of Catania, Molise, Malta, San Marino and Segovia in Spain. She is also the patron saint of breast cancer patients, martyrs, wet nurses, fire and earthquakes. The second painting is a modern impression of St Agatha, in relation to her role as patron of breast cancer patients.

The Pope on bullying

Recently, Pope Francis was talking on a video-link with students from Asia, and he mentioned to them the plight of an Indian girl, who was harassed and bullied because she was overweight. He told them ‘whatever you are, tall or short, fat or thin, it’s important that you accept yourself as you are. Each person has a certain beauty, and we need to recognize it – this could be outside or inside the person concerned.’ Pope Francis then relayed a story from his childhood: ‘I had a friend whom we made fun of because he was a little chubby. I can say that we even bullied him, and one day we pushed him and he fell on the ground. When I went home, my father had already heard what had happened. So he took me to the house of that boy to apologize to him and his parents.’ He concluded by saying that a few months ago, he made contact with him, and found out that he is now an Evangelical pastor in Argentina.

Driving around

Continuing with extracts from my Oregon Journals,.......I had been in my new parish in John Day for three weeks, but since this year, 2003 was the centennial of the foundation of the Baker Diocese, each deanery organized a Convention in which the bishop will confirm all the candidates from those towns. In this deanery there were 70 confirmands gathered together in the Cathedral of Baker City. I was excited to make my first big trip out of John Day, but became extremely nervous when the forecast was going to be snowy, especially since I had to go through 2 mountain passes. In comes one of my parishioners Michael Cosgrove who volunteered to drive me there and back and I found him like an angel and I was more than relieved to be seated in the passenger seat, rather than driving on unfamiliar roads. And besides, I could enjoy the beautiful scenery and snow-capped mountains and spectacular vistas that make Route 26 and Route 7 one of the most scenic routes in the state of Oregon. On our way back we stopped at Sumpter and I was treated to a delicious dinner, myself devouring a large plate of hot and spicy Spaghetti alla Puttanesca. But my first encounter with the Cathedral was quite striking, not knowing as yet that I would spend 8 great years as the pastor there between 2005 and 2013. The banners and posters were all displayed in the parish hall, and seeing all the others, I was happy ours appeared so nice next to banners and posters of other parishes from our deanery.

But something interesting struck me while Michael was driving. Every time he saw a car coming towards us on the other side, which were actually quite few, he would wave at them. I said to myself ‘how can he possibly know every person that’s driving through Eastern Oregon between Baker City and John Day?’ So after the 6th car went by and another wave, I asked him how come he knows everyone. And his answer was just as surprising ‘well, actually I don’t know any of them, but it is a courtesy here in the country that we wave to each other, no matter who they are.’ I liked the idea and I started doing this myself, and sure enough, everyone waved back to me. This way I made friends with every driver in the state.

Now a funny story related to this. After I was in Oregon for about a year, I had some visitors, the Peters girls come to visit me from Pleasant Valley, New York, Mary the cantor at Pleasant Valley and her elderly mother Millie. So as I was driving them around, I did the same wave gesture to everyone that passed by. And sure enough Mary asked me the same question I had asked Michael Cosgrove. And I came up with an even more interesting and funny response. The first car that I waved at, she asked me ‘Oh, you know them?’ I told her ‘Oh yes, that was Bubba! Bubba was a big fat girl from the parish who everybody knows.’ Of course she believed me. So as the others car went by, I had a different response for every driver that passed by...’Oh that was Bubba’s landlord...’ ‘that was Bubba’s hairdresser....’ ‘ that was Bubba’s sister.....,’ ‘that was Bubba’s veterinarian....’ ‘that was Bubba’s gardener.....’ ‘ that was Bubba’s pedicurist.....’ After that she knew I was kidding. And we laughed, as every other driver had some kind of connection with Bubba!

Presentation of Jesus

40 days have passed since Christmas, and this celebration of the presentation of Jesus is very meaningful, especially when we consider some Jewish traditions which the Holy Family were obliged to observe. Whenever a mother gave birth to a first-born son, she would be considered impure for a whole week, and would not be permitted to enter the temple for a duration of 40 days. She would then spend the rest of the 33 days confined to her home. On the 40th day, which would be February 2nd, she would go to the temple for the ceremony of purification, besides having her son circumcised. The parents were also expected to present a gift to the High Priest, a pair of sheep if they were wealthy or a pair of turtle-doves if they were poor. Simeon received the infant Jesus at the temple and so on this occasion a triple ceremony was done, circumcision, purification and presentation, all of which have been combined together by the Catholic church as the Feast of the Presentation.  

Jannik Sinner

                    

Another superstar is born. 22 year-old Jannik Sinner  just won his first Grand Slam in Tennis, winning the Australian Open last Sunday by beating Daniil Medvedev 3-6, 3-6, 6-4, 6-4, 6-3. In the semi-finals he also beat world number one Novak Djokovic in 4 sets. In fact, within the last few months, Sinner has defeated Daniil Medvedev and Novak Djokovic on multiple occasions, and Carlos Alcaraz twice. The Italian star is currently ranked World No. 4 in singles, which he earned by defeating Medvedev in the final of the 2023 China Open. Jannik Sinner has won eleven ATP singles titles to date, including this his first ever major at the 2024 Australian Open. He became the first Italian man in the Open Era to register the most number of wins in a season. Sinner has also reached the semifinal of Wimbledon, and the quarterfinals at the other two Slams, the French and US Open. He is only the third Italian to win a Grand Slam title, after Nicola Pietrangeli in 1958, and Adriano Panatta in 1976. 

Jannik with his family, parents and brother Marc

In his acceptance speech late Sunday night, Jannik also gave credit to his parents who had stayed in Italy to manage a ski resort. He said very emotionally ‘I wish that everyone could have my parents.’ As a child he loved football and also skiing, even winning a national championship in Giant Slalom at age eight. Born August 16, 2001, in Innechen, Sinner grew up in northern Italy in the predominantly German-speaking region of South Tyrol.  At age 13, Sinner decided to give up skiing and football in favour of tennis. He preferred it over skiing because he wanted to compete directly against an opponent. Sinner speaks three languages, German, Italian, and English. He and his brother Marc grew up speaking German, and he became fluent in Italian later. Sinner follows a healthy diet and conservative lifestyle.

St John Bosco

We celebrate today the feast of the founder of the Salesian Order, St John Bosco (1815-1888.) St John Bosco was an Italian priest who dedicated his life to the religious education of street children, and other disadvantaged children. Eventually he founded the Salesian Order, with their main focus on education of children and producing audio-visual material as well as printed material, including the Bolletino Salesiano Mensuale, a magazine that had continuous publication in over 30 languages. These are some of his most popular quotes:

"Be brave and try to detach your heart from worldly things. Do your utmost to banish darkness from your mind and come to understand what true, selfless piety is. Through confession, endeavor to purify your heart of anything which may still taint it. Enliven your faith, which is essential to understand and achieve piety."

"Remember, God does not pay us for results, but for effort."

"All past persecutors of the Church are now no more, but the Church still lives on. The same fate awaits modern persecutors; they, too, will pass on, but the Church of Jesus Christ will always remain, for God has pledged His Word to protect Her and be with Her forever, until the end of time."

"Believe me... nobody can be truly happy in this world unless he is at peace with God."

"Put up willingly with the faults of others if you wish others to put up with yours."

"Guard your eyes since they are the windows through which sin enters the soul."

Sunset – Sunrise

Last sunset of the millennium Dec 31, 1999.

There is nothing spectacular about these two photos. I have many more beautiful photos of sunsets and sunrises I took all around the world, especially in Malta, New York and Oregon. But these are two historic photos, as they show the last sunset of the millennium on December 31, 1999, taken near a lake in Pleasant Valley, New York where I was stationed for 4 glorious years. The second one shows the first sunrise of the new millennium taken on the morning of January 1st, 2000, also near the same lake. 

First sunrise of the new millennium January 1, 2000.

I wish they were prettier, but that’s what God gave me on those two days. I wonder how many people can claim to have taken the same photos on the same days. I actually doubt how many people were awake at 6 AM to venture to see the sun rise. And most people were probably getting ready and dressed to go and celebrate the end of the millennium. So I’m glad I did take these two shots. I wonder if you can recall where you were on those two historic days!

The devil really exists

Yes the devil exists and he was at one of my Masses last Saturday. I spoke in my homily about the presence of evil spirits, which Jesus expelled from a man in the Gospel reading this weekend. My experience of the devil so far has been when a woman boarded a bus last November on my way to a funeral, and starting blaspheming and cursing and utter all kings of obscenities for everyone to hear. Luckily I was the only Maltese on board, so no one could understand her. There was the devil in front of me blaspheming for an hour until I arrived. I faced the devil eye to eye that day. He was sitting in front of me, no doubt about it.

On Saturday before the 5 PM Mass, a phone started to ring, then stopped, and started again, then stopped again, then rang again. Its owner is a hard-of-hearing resident and could not even hear it ring. At that time I picked her phone and took it to the reception until the end of the Mass. Usually in these cases, they keep ringing through the entire Mass. The Mass proceeded without any problems. The devil wanted to stop the Mass from starting, but I won the battle. By now you realize that the devil is the cell-phone, which people call the mobile here in Malta. At the 7 PM Mass, exactly during my homily when I was mentioning the first encounter with the cursing woman, another phone rang. I stopped, and instantly told the people that a mobile phone can be a modern-day version of the devil, when it disrupts the Mass. But that was only the beginning. When I came to the Eucharistic Prayer, at the Preface, another phone rang. Again I stopped as people were getting upset. I re-started the Preface, and sure enough, another phone rang. It had become an intolerable situation, but I showed patience as I waited another minute. When I felt it was safe to start again, I re-started the Preface for the third time, and guess what? The phone rang again. People were now becoming angry, while I stepped back showing everyone that I was very upset by this unfortunate intrusion at the most important part of the Mass. This was the devil prohibiting me from celebrating the Eucharist. Nobody could question this as it happened during a public Mass with over 40 people present. For a third time I re-started the Preface and I continued till the end. I won the battle and the war, and the devil was defeated. But please, do be aware – he is very present, I saw him him last November face to face, and I saw him again last Saturday while celebrating Mass. Don’t ever underestimate him, and never give into him!

Holocaust Survivors

Almost 80 years after the Holocaust, about 245,000 Jewish survivors are still living across more than 90 countries. Nearly half of them, or 49%, are living in Israel; 18% are in Western Europe, 16% in the United States, and 12% in countries of the former Soviet Union. Before the publication of the demographic report, there were only vague estimates about how many Holocaust survivors are still alive. Their numbers are quickly dwindling, as most are very old and often of frail health, with a median age of 86. Twenty percent of survivors are older than 90, and more women (61%) than men (39%) are still alive. The vast majority, or 96% of survivors, are “child survivors” who were born after 1928. These are Jews who were born into a world that wanted to see them murdered. They endured the atrocities of the Holocaust in their youth and were forced to rebuild an entire life out of the ashes of the camps and ghettos that ended their families and communities. Six million European Jews and people from other minorities were killed by the Nazis and their collaborators during the Holocaust. It is not clear exactly how many Jews survived the death camps, the ghettos or somewhere in hiding across Nazi-occupied Europe, but their numbers were a far cry from the pre-war Jewish population in Europe. In Poland, of the 3.3 million Jews living there in 1939, only about 300,000 survived. Around 560,000 Jews lived in Germany in 1933, the year Adolf Hitler came to power. At the end of World War II in 1945, their numbers had diminished to about 15,000 — through emigration and extermination. Germany's Jewish community grew again after 1990, when more than 215,000 Jewish migrants and their families came from countries of the former Soviet Union, some of them also survivors. Nowadays, only 14,200 survivors still live in Germany.

Saint Julian

The statue of St Julian by Carlo Darmanin

Today happens to be the liturgical feast of Saint Julian, my patron saint. In my hometown of St. Julian’s, special celebrations are held in the parish church, although the most extensive celebrations are held on the last Sunday of August. People are very fond of the statue made from paper-mache by Carlo Darmanin in 1891. St Julian lived in the 9th century and was from Belgium, the only child of his parents Carlo and Lusinda. He loved hunting and one day, just as he was shooting a deer, the targeted deer spoke to him, “before you kill me, just remember that one day you will kill your own parents.” Distraught at this message he ran away from his parents, eventually settling in a different town and marrying a young beautiful girl Margherita. His parents however never gave up, and searched for him for months, until they arrived at the town where he was living. Incidentally they met his wife, and she greeted them happily since Julian was on a hunting trip, and she invited them to rest in her own bedroom. 

Detail of the statue of Saint Julian

A jealous enemy of Julian met him when he arrived home and told him that his wife was cheating on him. Infuriated, Julian went into his house while his wife was at church, and finding two people sleeping in his bed, he decapitated them instantly, thinking they were his wife and her lover. Shortly afterwards, his wife arrived beaming with joy, ready to tell him that his parents had finally arrived. Feeling very confused on seeing his wife alive, and realizing what he had done, Julian was inconsolable, as he remembered the prophetic words of the deer. Thereupon, Julian left that town and went into Italy with his wife where he started helping the poor to redeem himself. He eventually built a small hospital, earning him the name of St Julian the hospitalier, and spent the rest of his life tending to the sick in Macerata, where his body is preserved in the local Cathedral.  St Julian was remorseful of his actions, and was forgiven, eventually becoming a saint. "Redemit te Caritas" is the motto of the saint, which means "Charity has redeemed you."

Progressive Meals

This is another segment from my daily Journals, this particular one comes from 2004 when I was stationed at St Elizabeth of Hungary parish in John Day, Oregon.

One Saturday evening, just as I was pacing and praying the Rosary around the church, a group of cars were following each, beeping horns in a happy mood. I thought it was some kind of a celebration of a victory of sorts. Among them was Dr. Robert Holland, the local doctor who slowed down his car and invited me to join them for dessert. Of course I had no idea what was going on, but he explained to me they were having a Progressive Meal, organized by the Methodist Church. Since I had eaten already and was getting late, I declined for the day. From what I was told, various members of the Methodist community church organize an event that is quite interesting and I share it here for anyone who would like to plan something similar among friends. A Progressive Meal is a 4 course meal which they eat at different houses, starting with antipasto at one house, salad at another house, the main course or dinner at another house, and finally dessert at the last house. In between of course there is driving and some socializing. There must have been 12 cars in the entourage, and they even had a national motif, Hawaiian shirts and leighs around their necks. Probably the food was Hawaiian too.

Conversion of St Paul

The conversion of Saint Paul was an important milestone in the history of Christianity. Paul was not one of the original 12 apostles, but is considered as the Apostle of the Gentiles, because after his conversion on the way to Damascus, Paul embarked on 4 missionary voyages, preaching, at times challenging the people to change their lives, admonitions that are recorded in many of his letters.  This painting is by Attilio Palombi, and is located in the apse of the church dedicated to the Shipwreck of St Paul, in Valletta, Malta. It has recently been restored and shows the dramatic moment when Jesus appears to the apostle, with Saint Paul on the ground after he was overpowered with the light that eventually blinded him for a few weeks, until he was healed and also baptized by Ananias. The devotion for St Paul is very high in Malta, and on February 10, we commemorate his shipwreck on Maltese shores that happened in 60AD, our national feast, even though this year it is being postponed by a few weeks as it falls during Carnival weekend.

St Francis de Sales

Having served for 8 glorious years at the Cathedral dedicated to him in Baker City, Oregon, I became a fervent devotee of  St. Francis de Sales, who was born in the Savoy district of France in 1567 and ordained a priest in 1593. Francis was sent to preach in a Protestant region near his birthplace, attempting to persuade his hearers, mostly Calvinists to become Roman Catholics. Since he was seen to be persuasive, he was appointed in 1602 to be bishop of Geneva, a Calvinist stronghold.  In 1604 he met a widow, Jane Frances de Chantal (1572-1641), and under his influence she founded a religious order of nuns called the Order of the Visitation. Their correspondence is an outstanding example of mutual Christian encouragement and support. Francis died at Lyons on December 29th, 1622.

Some quotes from his book “Introduction to the devout life.”
 - Nothing makes us so prosperous in this world as to give alms.
 - Let us run to Mary, and, as her little children, cast ourselves into her arms with a perfect confidence.
 - Salvation is shown to faith, it is prepared for hope, but it is given only to charity.
 - We must fear God out of love, not love Him out of fear.
 - The highest degree of meekness consists in seeing, serving, honoring, and treating amiably, on occasion, those who are not to our taste, and who show themselves unfriendly, ungrateful, and troublesome to us.

The above stained-glass window is from the St Francis De Sales Cathedral in Baker City, my former parish. It was crafted by the Povey Brothers of Portland in 1923, exactly 101 years ago, and is situated in the apse, behind the newly-erected baldacchino, which is above the tabernacle.

The face of Mary

Mary as a teenager, and as an adult

What did the Virgin Mary really look like? There are countless depictions of her throughout the centuries, but none of them is known for certain to be a faithful representation of her physical appearance as she was during her earthly life. Even when she has appeared to visionaries — at Guadalupe, Lourdes, or Fatima, for instance — her appearance seems to adapt to the place and time. The main constant in all cases is that she’s always beautiful. Brazilian artist Átila Soares da Costa Filho wanted to give a possible answer to this question, and has set about trying to reproduce a reasonable likeness of Mary using the Shroud of Turin and computer tools such as AI and digital photo editing. He started with the Shroud of Turin for a logical reason: Jesus was true God, but also true man, born of the Virgin Mary by the power of the Holy Spirit. Every son bears some resemblance to his mother, and Jesus would seem to be no exception. How much more must Jesus look like his Mother, given that he had no human biological father!

So, the artist reasoned that he could work backwards from the one “photographic” image of Jesus we have, namely the image on the Shroud, to Mary’s appearance. But that image shows us Jesus deformed by suffering and death. He needed an image of Jesus in life. This gave an image of Mary as an adult, but he also wanted to show what she might have looked like as an adolescent. He again used AI methods to help de-age the image so Mary would appear around the age she was when she gave birth to Jesus. In the teen portrait, Mary is smiling, in the splendor of youth, the representation of happiness and expectations, of promises and hope for her life which is just beginning … even more when she discovers she’ll be the mother of the Messiah. The older portrait has a strong, but solemn appearance; a woman who is dramatically committed to her mission and to the sacrifice made by her Redeemer … her son. Her face reflects glory, but also sorrow and total self-giving.

Saint Publius

St Publius - a painting by Emvin Cremona at the Floriana church.

Today the church in Malta celebrates the feast of St Publius. He was the chief of the island of Malta when St Paul was shipwrecked here in 60 AD. He welcomed St Paul, St Luke and the 276 sailors who ended up drifting to shore on planks of wood from the broken vessel on which they had traveled. Publius was very generous and hospitable to all these people, and when St Paul found out that his father was sick with fever and a bout of dysentery, he went to his house and healed him, whereupon many other natives came to be healed of various ailments. Eventually, St Paul ordained St Publius as the first Bishop of Malta. Later on in his life, he was captured and martyred by the cruel Emperor Hadrian. Most probably he was sent to the amphitheatre and devoured by a lion, as his statue always shows him with a lion next to him. The parish church of Floriana is dedicated to him, and the impressive ceiling of the church was painted by Emvin Cremona with various scenes from the life of St Publius. The account in the Acts of the Apostles says" Once we had reached safety, we learned that the island was called Malta. The natives showed us extraordinary hospitality; they lit a fire and welcomed all of us because it had begun to rain and was cold.......It so happened that the father of Publius, the governor of the island, was sick with a fever and dysentery. Paul visited him and after praying, laid his hands on him and healed him. After this, the rest of the sick on the island came to Paul and were cured. They paid us great honor and when we eventually set sail, they brought us the provisions we needed.” (Acts 28: 1-10) The italicized words show the positive characteristics of the Maltese people. He was martyred around 125 AD, during the persecution of Emperor Hadrian, and canonized in the year 1634.

Atheist, Catholic, Nobel winner

It's really fascinating that a person can change so quickly. This is admirable especially when it's for the positive. Could this be the same person? Yes it could. It was Norwegian writer and dramatist Jon Fosse who was a lifetime atheist, until he converted to the Catholic religion. He had major problems with alcoholism and anxiety, but he found the true faith and became Catholic in 2012. He wrote poems, essays, plays, translations and even children’s books. After his conversion he also wrote about his relationship with God, as well as prayer. Jon Fosse was awarded the Nobel prize for Literature in 2023.

St Sebastian

St Sebastian by Girolamo Genga

Nothing is known about St. Sebastian's youth other than the fact he may have come from southern France and he was educated in Milan. He joined the Roman Army in 283 AD, ostensibly to be of service to other Christians who were being persecuted by the Romans. St. Sebastian distinguished himself and for his excellent service, he was promoted to serve in the Praetorian Guard to protect Emperor Diocletian. While serving as a Praetorian Guard, deacons Marcus and Marcellus, twin brothers, were imprisoned for refusing to make public sacrifices to the Roman gods. During their imprisonment, their parents visited them to implore them to renounce Christianity. However, St. Sebastian convinced both parents to convert to Christianity. St. Sebastian also converted several other prominent individuals, including the local prefect. This led to his discovery and he was reported as a Christian to Emperor Diocletian in 286. The Emperor scolded Sebastian and ordered him to be killed by having him tied to a tree on a training field and used as target practice. Archers riddled his body with arrows, his body was described as, "full of arrows as an urchin." Believed to be dead, the archers left his body for retrieval and burial. He was recovered by Irene of Rome, whose Christian husband was a servant to Diocletian and also martyred. Irene discovered that Sebastian was still living and she hid him and nursed him back to health. Once well, Sebastian went in search of Diocletian to surprise him. He managed to catch Diocletian by a stairwell and proceeded to criticize him loudly and publicly for his persecution of the Christians. Diocletian surprised that Sebastian was still alive, would not permit Sebastian to escape with his life. He ordered his former guard to be beaten to death with clubs, then thrown into the sewers. His body was recovered by a Christian woman, named Lucina, and she secretly buried him in the catacombs beneath Rome. Nearly 80 years after his death, around 367, his remains were moved to a basilica in Rome, built by Pope Damasus I. St. Sebastian is the patron saint of soldiers, athletes, and those who desire a saintly death. Recently he has often been invoked for protection against the Covid virus, along with St Roque.

My Mission Churches

My Mission church of St Anne, in Monument Oregon

Continuing with selections from my Oregon Journals, this is what my parish looked like in 2003.

Built in 1938, St Elizabeth of Hungary church in John Day, Oregon was constructed by Fr George Murphy, the first pastor of the parish. He became a monsignor and after his retirement, lived with the Waltons in Long Creek towards the end of his life. Bud Walton and his wife Katherine had built the mission church dedicated to St Katherine between Dale and Long Creek, and they lived next to it. I enjoyed driving there every weekend, even though I only had 6 to 10 people in attendance. But the drive was pleasant with scenic views, rolling hills and pastures with cows, and no traffic at all. If you’re lucky you may encounter 10 to 15 cars driving by through the 60 miles it takes to get there. But then you’re likely to encounter plenty of deer crossing the road, besides many chipmunks and ground-squirrels. This mission church was a modern church, very spacious with a parish hall underneath, which unfortunately is hardly ever used. In fact I remember using it twice, once for a baptism of a Walton grand-child, and the other time for the funeral of Bud himself, with a reception that followed in the hall, and plenty of cowboys in attendance. Bud himself was a cowboy as were his two sons, who ranches over a thousand cows in different pastures. They had lots of property, at least one-third the size of Malta. Next to the church, they even had a small cemetery, mainly for family burials. Father George was buried there, and he had dug up his own grave in the ground. Moreover he had crafted his own casket which he used as a bookshelf while he was still alive. I enjoyed saying Mass there, in spite of the small congregation, and I embellished further by buying a few icons for the walls, which were pretty bare and empty. And when the grand-children of Bud showed up for Christmas and Easter, the crowd would at least double in size.

St Katherine's mission church in Long Creek, OR

Another mission church I had was in Monument, but this was actually a trailer transformed into a chapel, which was perfect for the 6 to10 people that would show up once a month. Monument itself was very small, next to the John Day river, which made the surroundings very green and lush. Besides, along the river they had various orchards that grew cherries, apricots, peaches, pears and apples. I used to enjoy picking bunches of cherries off the trees and the Thomas family who ran them gave me abundant apricots and other fruit when they were in season, normally in the summer months. This little hamlet is out of the way and to reach it you have drive through the only road that goes through it.

Inside St Charles' mission church in Seneca, OR.

The third mission church was in Seneca, 40 miles south of the parish. Like Monument, it is secluded with one main road running though it, but the main road leads to the other big town of Burns, 80 miles south of John Day. Seneca has the record of the lowest temperature ever recorded in Oregon, and the 6th lowest in the Continental USA, that of –54 degrees Fahrenheit recorded in 1933. Seneca was the coldest place in the contiguous United States for 30 nights between July 1, 2015, to June 30, 2016. The small church was built in 1960 by a person who was one of my parishioners, Andy Radinovich. While I was stationed at John Day, it was closed, but I opened it up on two occasions, when Seneca organizes the Annual Oyster Feed. There was actually a nice crowd in attendance, and I even rang the bell to welcome the people. Most of these hamlets have Feeds where they welcome everyone for an extravaganza of food, whether it’s oysters, shrimp, crab and of course everything is washed down by plenty of beer!

Church Notice

This notice was found on a church door in France:

When you enter this church, 

it may be possible that you hear ‘the call of God.’ 

However, it is unlikely that He will call you on your mobile. 

So we thank you for turning off your mobile phones. 

If you want to talk to God, enter, 

choose a quite place, and talk to Him. 

If you want to see Him, 

send Him a text while driving!

Maltese Oranges

When December arrives, besides the Christmas celebrations and decorations, another aspect that brightens up everyone’s lives are the orange trees that bloom with hundreds of juicy oranges. They become abundant throughout January, as I am experiencing right now, with plenty of them being given to me, since people know that I love fruit. Quite a few families have orange trees planted in their gardens, while other bigger houses have orange groves with trees lining up every square inch. 

The great thing about Maltese oranges is that they peel very easily, compared to other conventional ones that are sometimes hard to peel. A few squeezed oranges gives you a delicious glass of fresh orange juice which gives you a tremendous boost in your Vitamin C intake.

Jailed Bishop released

Nicaraguan Bishop Rolando Álvarez of Matagalpa has been released from prison and sent into exile — along with 18 other churchmen who had been imprisoned — as Nicaragua’s government expelled its most prominent critic. Auxiliary Bishop Silvio José Báez of Managua — who left the country in 2019 — also confirmed the news at his weekly Mass in Miami, and was visibly moved. "This is the power of the people of God’s prayers," he said. "The criminal Sandinista dictatorship of (President) Daniel Ortega has not been able to defeat the power of God." With the exception of one priest who remained in Venezuela, all released priests, including Bishop Álvarez and Bishop Isidoro Mora of Siuna, have arrived in Rome and are guests of the Holy See. They spent over 500 days in jail, and at times their whereabouts was uncertain. The church authorities in Nicaragua deeply thanked Pope Francis and Cardinal Pietro Parolin, Vatican secretary of state, for the very respectful and discreet coordination carried out to make possible the Vatican trip of two bishops, fifteen priests and two seminarians.

Mount Angel, Oregon

Mount Angel Abbey church with the bell-tower

Continuing from my Journals, I go back today to 2003.......

Priests Retreat – a week after Easter, it is the custom for all the priests to gather for their annual retreat. It is a good opportunity for camaraderie among us, also to get to know each other a little better. There is another opportunity which the Baker Diocese has for priests to get together, besides of course the Chrism Mass, and that is the annual Clergy Assembly, which is held during the second week of October, a week of learning, updates, and refreshing our minds and hearts on various topics relating to our pastoral work, preaching and life in general. This was my first Retreat, which is held every year at Mount Angel Seminary, which is closer to Portland, near Salem on the west side of Oregon, situated in the Portland Diocese, the other diocese in the state, much bigger in population, but much smaller in size. I can say that our Baker Diocese has two-thirds of the state of Oregon, while the Portland diocese has the other third.  But the bulk of the population is on the west side, with the big cities of Portland, Salem, Eugene, and further south, Medford and Grants Pass. Mount Angel Abbey is run by Benedictine monks, and serves also as the Diocese of Washington State, Idaho, Alaska, Arizona, the Dakotas, Hawaii, the Samoan Islands, and the island of Guam, which is a US territory. At that time, in 2003, they had 80 monks at the Abbey, a minor Seminary of around 16 students, and a College or Seminary of about 80 students. Mount Angel accepts also a variety of religious order priests, and I saw a handful of Carmelites as well as Dominicans, other than the Diocesan, which make up the majority. Mount Angel Abbey is a community of Benedictine monks established in 1882 from the Abbey of Engelberg in Switzerland. The abbey, located on the top of Mount Angel, a 485-foot high butte, has its own post office separate from the city of Mt. Angel's, Saint Benedict. The Seminary's main church has a tower that contains the largest free-swinging bells on the west coast.

I was highly impressed by the Library, which was designed by Finnish architect Alvar Aalto between 1967 and 1970. And while visiting this immense library I was just as impressed by the amazing display of religious magazines and Catholic newspapers from around the world, besides of course thousands of books on everything from Scripture, Theology, Liturgy and everything related to Catholicism and spirituality. Since the Abbey is situated on a hill, one can get a good clear glimpse of the surrounding areas, including a perfect view of Mount Hood. It is said that that is the only place in the whole USA where you can get snow-skiing all year round. The sun rose exactly at the foothills of Mount Hood, and seeing the trees and fields underneath us throwing all kinds of shadows and reflections was quite awesome, especially with the low clouds stuffing themselves in the valleys, which made me seem like I was above the clouds, which I actually was. There are all kinds of statues around the lush property, with a very ornate Abbey chapel, and another chapel underneath where the students usually meet, and which is called the crypt. The monks normally meet at the main church, and we were invited to join them on a Wednesday afternoon for vespers. Then we were invited into their refectory, where they prepared for us drinks and cocktails, as well as a sumptuous meal, complete with Filet Mignon and Salmon, and veggies, other than an endless selection of pies and cakes. I asked one of the novices if this is the way they eat daily, and he kept shaking his head for two minutes, emphasizing “No, No, definitely No.” But they eat pretty good, no doubt about it. They had two Swiss chefs who were hired after they got tired of cooking in Restaurants, and wanted a change in their clientele. It was like eating in a first class Hotel, and it was a fitting tribute the Abbott gave to the priests of the Baker Diocese, including our two Bishops, Bishop Vasa and Bishop Thomas Connolly the bishop Emeritus of the Baker Diocese, who still joined us in most communal events and functions. As usual, wherever I go, I always find someone pressingly and enthusiastically interested in Malta, and I ended up with the Liturgy and Sacred Art Professor all evening, answering all kinds of questions about the history of Malta. I had no doubt that by the evening he was begging the Abbot to let him visit Malta. Since he also happens to be the Sub-Prior, third in command, he may have an advantage over the other monks.

From my Journals

My first parish in Oregon, St Elizabeth of Hungary, John Day.

During this year I would like to share with you some excerpts from the Journal I kept while in Oregon, especially in John Day and Baker City. They are little snippets you will find here from time to time.

 My arrival - It felt like the Indianapolis 500. With Bishop Vasa driving through the heart of Eastern Oregon, even with my seat-belts securely fastened, I was literally holding on to my seat. As we passed Battle Mountain, just before Ukiah, we were at a precipice that left me spellbound, not only because of the beautiful hills covered with pine trees, but also because of the immense drop on my side, and with no guard rail ! As we finished this long, swerving curve which felt like a 360 degree turn, the Bishop even had the nerve to apologize for going slow. He said, ”Father Julian, I usually I go faster, but since you’re with me today, I’m taking it a little slower.”

With Bishop Robert Vasa in 2004

Nonetheless it was a breath-taking drive from Bend to the Columbia River, and then onto Route 84 along the mighty Columbia, with those awesome hills on the Washington side of the river. Then down to Pendelton, where we stayed overnight, in order for the Bishop to install the new Pastor there, a Nigerian priest. Our Indy 500 took place on Sunday afternoon during a spectacularly beautiful day. Since the Bishop had to continue on in his journey to Bend, he had another three hours to drive, so he dropped me off at my new home at St Elizabeth of Hungary in John Day, and after going around the place, inspecting the Rectory, visiting the Church and the Parish Hall, I asked for his blessing and he left me on my own, as the new Pastor of John Day. He picked up a Coca Cola from the refrigerator and simply said ‘Father Julian, you’re on your own now.’ It suddenly dawned on me that I was now on my own, as a Pastor for the first time in my life. There I would spend two and a half years, reviving a community that was almost dormant. (More to come)

Choose the right chair

Fernando Pavarotti was a baker and loved to listen to opera. So he encouraged his son Luciano to study music. Yet Luciano was more interested in becoming a goalkeeper in football. He also taught at a school for a while. Still he loved music too. And was uncertain what to choose for his career. His father told him that he had to decide which chair to sit on. If he tries to sit on two chairs, he will probably fall in between them, crashing on the floor. Luciano later said ‘That’s what I did, I chose one chair, and I studied music for 7 years before I made my first professional appearance on stage as an opera singer. Then it took me another 7 years to make my first appearance at the Metropolitan Opera of New York. That’s when I realized that whether you’re a baker, a teacher a goalkeeper or an opera singer, you have to chose one chair. And that’s what I did. I chose the right chair for me.’ I hope you too can choose the right chair for you, and be happy with your final choice.