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“A father’s communication with his many children… that is one of the most agreeable occupations of my life” 1857
While sounding dramatic, today’s reflections resonates within me, as I think of how our own families and parishes are thrown into conflict when it comes to fear of some great change for or with those we love.
I think of all that Mary and Joseph experienced from the time that she gave birth to Jesus, as he was growing up, through his crucifixion and into his resurrection. Sorrow, awe and consolation… Something that we all experience one way or another throughout our lives… There is a group of young boys who have come from the Ukraine to play hockey here in Canada and they have been approved to stay here in Canada for another year, to live with Canadian families and go to school. I can only imagine the sorrow mixed with joy of their parents back in war-torn Ukraine – their children who they love but who they want to be safe.
I think of all that Eugene experienced with the birth of his family, his congregation and his incredible love for those he called his sons.
These are the small cross that we carry in our lives: crosses that are made up of sorrow that might often seem heavier than we can bear, crosses that with God become a consolation for we are never alone with them.
This morning I learned about a saint whose name was not familiar to me, yes a contemporary of St. Eugene and a part of the founding community of the Society of Sacred Heart, which I am familiar with today.
Another reason to give thanks to God as a new day begins…