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2 Sep

Twenty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time

Be Opened!

Do any of us have speech impediments? A loss of hearing? I can admit to both! In this week’s Gospel, Jesus heals—yes, using spit! He heals a man who does not hear and does not speak. This year, I am thinking about my own speech impediments—what keeps me from speaking and when do I feel muted. At times it is fear! At other times, it is a very real silencing—a dismissal by others of what I have to say or the way in which I say it. These too are impediments to my speech. And as for hearing, there are some times when I just want to say, “I don’t want to hear it!” The hearing often has consequences; I become responsible in some way for what I have heard. At other times, I know how someone needs to hear me say the words, “I hear you!” All three words are emphatically important. We all need and want to be heard. We all need and want to be acknowledged.

Ears to listen and hear, mouths and tongues to speak and advocate!  When we gather each weekend as a community, we come to participate whole-heartedly—with open ears and bold voices. We aren’t mere spectators. We participate. And our participation does not end when we leave the church. That’s when following the Way of Jesus begins anew, just as it did for the disciples in Jesus’ time. When we witness a Baptism, we hear the words “May the Lord soon touch your ears to receive his word, and your mouth to proclaim his faith, to the praise and glory of God the Father” (Rite of Baptism for Children, #65). Perhaps we have forgotten this anointing we all received.

When I listen to the voices of our brothers and sisters in other parts of our city, I hear the inequities. Zoom meetings and virtual learning work for some of us. But if you don’t have access to Internet services, or you get a message like “your Internet connection is unstable”—everyone becomes frustrated. We become muted by a lack of access to technology. In this case, it doesn’t help to say, “Unmute yourself!”

I am more aware of how that declaration “Unmute yourself” isn’t as simple as a keystroke.  In many ways, we are all called to be healers—like Jesus! We have the call to give voice to the voiceless, to hear God’s voice in new ways from unexpected places and persons. We have the call from our Baptism to open our ears to the voices of all our sisters and brothers throughout the world. This weekend let’s ask for healing. Free our mouths to speak words that invite justice, freedom, and healing just as Jesus did. (And we don’t have to use spit!)

27 Aug

Twenty-second Sunday in Ordinary Time

Because We Love God

Do I have to? I remember how often the seven of us kids would ask that of our parents when we were very young. Now I am an elder, and it seems that not much has changed. It seems that people everywhere are asking that question. Do I have to wear a mask? Do I have to get vaccinated? Do I have to welcome asylum seekers? Do I have to recycle? Do I have to forgive the one who hurt me?

“Humbly welcome the word that has been planted in you and is able to save your souls. Be doers of the word and not hearers only.” Our scripture readings challenge us to both welcome the word and to be “doers.” We are asked to express our faith, to follow The Way of Jesus in concrete ways, to show Jesus to others in words and in deeds. We are asked to use God’s statutes and decrees to help us to live God’s mind and heart, in pure and undefiled activity. Living God’s mind and heart is care for the orphans and widows in their affliction and to “keep oneself unstained by the world.”

How do we keep ourselves unstained by the world? It isn’t easy! Political ideologies, conflicting messages, lies even, anger and hatred, personal freedom over the common good, to name a few, make it difficult for us to keep ourselves unstained by the world. How do we make room in our minds and hearts for God’s commands and statutes—the ones that speak of love—love of God, love of neighbor, love of self? Who are the “widows and orphans” in our midst? Who are the afflicted ones? And how do words of love become actions of love? Kathy Sherman reminds us that we are who we are and we do what we do because we love God! Listen here:

God of Mercy, Give us today the strength and courage to transform the compassion of our hearts into acts of peace, mercy, and justice. May what we profess with our lips be proclaimed in our lives. We ask this in the name of Jesus and through the intercession of Mary, our Mother of Mercy. Amen.

Adapted: Praying in the Spirit of Catherine McAuley

And if you would like to pray more,

http://mercyassociationleadershipnetwork.blogspot.com/

23 Aug

To Celebrate a Life of Love: Burt Kahn

August 18, 1933-August 12, 2021

Burton Maurice Kahn passed away on August 12, 2021 after a long illness. He was born on August 18, 1933 to the late David & Ethel (Goldstein) Kahn in Brooklyn, New York.

Burton is survived by his loving wife, Alicia Hinojosa; three children, Howard Kahn and his wife Judie of Houston, TX,  Julie and her husband Robert McCall of Acton, MA, and Bruce and his wife Shari of Fairfield, CT; his sister, Sonya Ferraro of Trumbull, CT;  five grandchildren Adam (Cassy), Joshua (Meezah) and Ethan McCall, and Olivia and Solomon Kahn, great-grandfather of James McCall.

After growing up in Brooklyn, New York, Burton headed to Cambridge, Massachusetts to attend the Massachusetts Institute of Technology where he graduated as a civil engineer in 1955. This was one of his life’s greatest achievements. After serving in the army in California, in 1958, Burton moved to Connecticut where he became a professional engineer and built many buildings in the Hartford area. In the late 1970s when building in the northeast halted, he ventured to Houston, Texas where there was a building boom. In 1982, he moved to San Antonio to work at Brooks Air Force Base. Burton met the love of his life, Alicia Hinojosa, in San Antonio, whom he married in 2007.

Burton had a zest for life. He loved sailing, the opera, billiards, mathematics, and structural design for which he held two U.S. patents. He also mixed terrific margaritas.

20 Aug

Twenty-first Sunday in Ordinary Time

Is Anyone Subordinate?

“Choose your words carefully” was one of the foundational maxims I heard in my high school years. “Words matter” was another one. I am thinking of those maxims as I reflect on the readings for this weekend. We may or may not hear the following words this weekend: “Wives should be subordinate to their husbands as to the Lord.” I know that there are also words about mutual subordination and mutual love and dignity expressed in the rest of the reading. But as I see the images of women and girls in Afghanistan, as I listen to the local news and the continuous “domestic abuse” and killing of women and girls in our own city, I, like many other women, am so aware of how those words “subordinate to their husbands” or subordinate to men are used. I would like to think that we have changed—that we have made other choices! How can we restore God’s intent to honor the dignity of every person God has created? How do we love and honor every human being? Is this one of the “hard sayings” that lead us to leave the path—The Way of being followers of Jesus? We too have choices in the words we use to describe our relationships to other humans (not just women and girls). Listen this week to words that express the subordination of any person or groups of persons. Then let us see if we can act as Jesus did to include everyone, without exception, in mutual love.

If you are curious about how others reflect on these readings, check these out:

https://learn.ctu.edu/twenty-first-sunday-of-ordinary-time-2/

18 Aug

To Celebrate a Life of Love: Joseph James Moffett

December 3, 1952-August 5, 2021

On August 5, 2021, Joseph James Moffett, 68, an aviation enthusiast, received his own wings when the Lord called him home.

Joe was preceded in death by his father, James Patrick Moffett. He leaves behind his devoted wife of 45 years, Sally; daughters, Maureen and Allison Baird (Shawn); son, James (Leah); as well as nine grandchildren: MacKenzie, Madison, Savannah, Mollie Jo, Meghan, Logan, Soraya, Landon, and Joshua. He is also survived by his mother, Helen M. Moffett, and nine siblings: Robert (Laurel), Mary Ellen Rizzo (Sal), Thomas (Joan), Anne Miskin (Michael), Patrick, Margaret Fredian (Justin), Theresa Eiden (Paul), James (Cheryl), and Michael (Nicole); as well as many nieces, nephews, and cousins. Many wonderful friends will also miss him.

Joe was born on December 3, 1952, in Rochester, New York, to James Patrick Moffett and Helen Margaret (Hodes) Moffett. He grew up in Rochester, New York, and Bernardsville, New Jersey. Family, the Church, and sports were integral parts of his early years. He played football, basketball, ice hockey, and golf. Joe studied electrical engineering, business administration, and accounting at Rochester Institute of Technology. He was a Phi Sigma Kappa member and an All-Conference football player. Later, he would earn his Masters at Oxford University.

Joe worked for 46 years in the medical device sales and marketing industry earning patents for new products as well as awards for tops sales. He worked for large and small companies including three start-up companies which gave him his greatest challenges. He was dedicated to his work and to his teams, inspiring those around him to push the bounds of possibility to improve what was possible at the bedside.

In his years on Earth, Joe enjoyed life to the fullest and approached life with a “work hard play hard” philosophy. A beloved husband, father, and grandfather, he was fun-loving, competitive, and generous, the rock of our family and a mentor to many. Joe never backed down from a challenge that he could reasonably overcome and that resounded in all the things that he enjoyed (sports, flying, and woodworking) as well as his career. He wasn’t one to hold back but instead “left it all on the field.” He taught his children perseverance, the value of being a hard-working, honest citizen, and loving your family. Joe had a deep faith in God. We will all greatly miss his hearty contagious laugh, sense of humor, big heart, and unwavering support.

Calling hours will be held at St Francis of Assisi in San Antonio, TX on Friday, August 20, 2021, from 3-5 pm and 7-9 pm. There will be a Celebration of Life from 4:30-5 pm and 7-7:30 pm to allow family and friends to share their memories of Joe. The Funeral Mass will be held on Saturday, August 21, 2021, at 10:00 am with light refreshments to follow. For those who may not be able to join, Mass will be streamed live. Private interment will be later at the convenience of his family.

In lieu of flowers, the family asks that donations be made in Joe’s honor to Angel Flight Oklahoma, at www.angelflight.com, or Shriners Hospitals for Children at www.shrinershospitalsforchildren.org.

To leave condolences for the family and to view a video of Joe’s life, please visit www.ebensberger-fisher.com. Arrangements with Ebensberger-Fisher Funeral Home of Boerne.

13 Aug

Solemnity of the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary

The Answer to How is YES!

The Assumption of Mary into heaven is a celebration of the completion of her earthly life. She who bore Christ in her womb was raised body and soul in glory to be with God. This feast celebrates the end of Mary’s long life.

In contrast, the Gospel reading celebrates her youth—her amazing capacity to risk, to trust that God had great plans for her. She named her limitations—and she said YES! Her visit to Elizabeth is not unlike the visits that many of us have when as young persons we seek the guidance of our wise, more experienced elders. We discover that we need both, we need each other. In that visit, Mary’s joy is expressed in what we have come to know as the Magnificat. In that prayer, Mary shows what God has done for the poor, the outcast, and the stranger.

As we seek to imitate Mary’s holiness, how are we called to give hope to the lowly, food to the hungry, and to repair all that is broken in our planet and in our justice systems?

No matter our age or our ability, God continues to call all of us to boldly work to make the world a better place. Think of poverty, climate, starvation, justice, equity, peace! Like Mary, let’s look ahead to what we can do to make a difference. In many ways, the young continue to look to the elders. And the elders discover the promise of a future in youth. Mary’s question “How can this be?” is “YES!”

Listen to David Kauffman’s “Behold” here:

16 Aug

Faith Formation Registration 2021-2022

Elementary Faith Formation

Sunday, 10:00-11:00 am (Kindergarten – 5th Grade)

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EDGE/Middle School Faith Formation

EDGE – Tuesday, 7:00-8:30 pm (Large Group, Includes Snacks)

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Life Teen – Sunday, 6:15-8:45 pm (Large Group, Includes Dinner)

Life Teen Discipleship Group – Tuesday, 5:30-6:30 pm (Small Group, Limited Space)

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Classes begin on September 12 and 14. For more information, please contact Miriam Flores or Monica Harness.

6 Aug

Nineteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

To Be Bread for Others

The sight of my grandmother hanging clothes to dry on the line was our calling to run across the field to join her. Yes, we helped her to wash and hang the rest of the clothes, but our real reason for going was to enjoy a treat. She always had freshly baked bread and freshly churned butter. Add a little homemade dewberry jelly and we were in heaven! Grandpa would join us at the table. We loved that time together. They gave us generous, undivided attention in conversation, in tears and in laughter. They fed us with food—the food that was love, compassion, joy, and wisdom. We fed them with companionship, stories about school and home, a lot of naiveté and countless opportunities to teach us something about life!

During this pandemic, many of you talked about how you had time to start baking bread again. And many of you have also been talking about how you became bread for each other in the same way my grandparents did for us. To “feed off each other” isn’t just an expression we use. It is real. Jesus continues to give us opportunities to be bread for each other.

Listen to Crystal Catalan here:

05 Aug

To Celebrate a Life of Love: Patrick Otto Hanna

March 17, 1954-March 13, 2020

Patrick Otto Hanna, age 65, of Pipe Creek, Texas, was greeted in heaven by Jesus Christ at 5:03 am on Friday, March 13, 2020. On September 13, 2019, Pat was admitted to Methodist Hospital where he was diagnosed with cancer. After treatment, Pat went to live with his good friend Bob Hicks and was well enough to go back to work. Pat was readmitted to Methodist Hospital on March 8, 2020, where he succumbed to complications caused by his cancer. Pat’s family thanks his caregivers, Doctors Renshaw, Patel, Myers, and Santillan; the nurses and therapists at Methodist Hospital and Heights on Huebner; his good friend Bob Hicks; his children Colin and Kendyl; and his three favorite nurses, sisters Jackie and Geralyn and his former wife Denise.

Pat was born on March 17, 1954 at Fort Sam Houston Hospital, San Antonio, Texas, to Victor Hanna (deceased) and Gloria (née Hirsch) Hanna. Pat lived his entire life in and around San Antonio, Texas. He attended Holy Rosary grade school, Central Catholic High School (1972), and earned a BBA in Marketing from St. Mary’s University (1977). Growing up, Pat played CYO baseball and was a very good pitcher. He was an altar boy at Holy Rosary Catholic Church.

Pat was first married to Anne Marie Douville and later to Denise Koehl from 1997 to 2010. He remained single thereafter.

Pat spent most of his professional life in construction, initially as a supervisor for Paul Sword, Incorporated, and then as an independent businessman. For many years, as a sideline, Pat sold life insurance and mutual funds for Primerica. After retiring from construction, Pat worked as a school bus driver for the Bandera ISD and had been trained to be a substitute teacher. Pat loved his work, always worked hard, and was proud of the things that he worked on. People who worked with Pat counted him as a good friend. Pat enjoyed hunting, fishing, and helping both friends and family in need. Pat was a wonderful and loving husband, father, brother, uncle, and friend.

My father was one of the kindest and most generous souls I think I will ever meet. He was always there if I needed to talk or just sit in silence. He was one of my best friends. Words cannot describe how much I will miss him. Dad, you will be in my heart forever and always. (daughter Kendyl)

Pat was my friend, a rock when needed, a father to my children, and so much more. He never missed a family event, unless he had no choice. Pat was a friend who was always there. (former wife Denise)

Pat was strong-willed but caring. He was graced by God with an inordinate amount of common sense. I was jealous of his abilities to build and repair. We never parted company without him saying, “I love you, Box!” I miss him… (brother Art)

Pat was a “Free Spirit” guy. He was one of my favorite brothers. You could not ask for a better brother, always willing to go out of his way to help. We were very close in age, so I always looked up to him and in many ways, I followed in his footsteps. He will be in my thoughts and prayers for the rest of my life. I loved him very much. (brother Greg)

Pat was super generous with his time, money, and things. He easily found commonality and friendship with others. He continuously lived life to the fullest. He was an avid outdoorsman. I learned the majority of my handyman skills while working for him and doing home fixer-upper projects with him. I miss my brother Pat. (brother Damian)

Pat was genuine, generous, inclusive, and kind. He was quick with a smile and a compliment. I will miss him. (sister-in-law Esther)

Pat, my second eldest brother was a kind and loving soul. Growing up he watched out for me. He was very proud of his “Duster” a new car he bought. He would go out and “rev” it up before driving off. Pat also loved his motorcycle and many early mornings he would take me to Providence High School on it. Those were the good ole days. I loved him a lot and will never forget him. Pat never missed calling me on my birthday he would serenade me with a birthday song and then say “I love you, Jack!” One of our last conversations was “Hey, Pat, when you get to Heaven, say hi to Dad from me, will you? And Pat said “Okay”. I already miss him so much…till we meet up again in Heaven. (sister Jackie)

Pat is my big brother and I will miss him dearly. I could count on him to help me whenever needed. Pat had an opinion about everything and was always willing to share all of them. I will miss his stuffed jalapeños at family gatherings. Pat had many good friends because he was always willing to help and he truly cared about people. He was a great Dad who deeply loved his children and helped raise them into wonderful adults. (sister Mary)

When I think of Pat I think of pink and orange-colored stuffed jalapenos and Romans 12:10 — “Love one another more than ourselves.” Pat always put others before himself-in caring for Michael, in working up until the end because he wanted to have something to leave for his kids. He always remembered birthdays and never missed a family get-together. He was a loving friend and a good brother. (sister Geralyn)

Pat is survived by his son Colin Koehl (Colorado) and daughter Kendyl Hanna (San Antonio); former wife Denise Koehl (San Antonio); mother Gloria Hanna (San Antonio); brothers Arthur, Gregory, Damian and sisters Jacqueline, Mary, Geralyn (all siblings in San Antonio); nieces and nephews, cousins, and friends too many to list. Pat was predeceased by his father Victor Hanna (2011), his nephew Joshua Hanna (2019), and his best friend and first cousin Michael Fischnar (2018).

Surely goodness and mercy will follow me all the days of my life,
and I will dwell in the house of the LORD forever. Psalm 23:6 (NIV)

30 Jul

Eighteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time

Enough!

Moses introduces the grumbling, complaining Israelites to God’s gift of manna. “This is the bread that the Lord has given you to eat.” Each day, for 40 years in the desert, there was enough to eat; they filled themselves. But when they tried to store some for the next day, it spoiled. This is recalled in the celebration of the Seder meal, in a song—Dayenu!—which means “it would have been enough.” The song is a litany, a counting of generous blessings from God.

In the small groups that have been gathering in our Parish ReConnect process, we are hearing many of us telling how this time of isolation was very disorienting for us. In the midst of our own wandering in a kind of desert, we learned to see and experience things differently. It shook us from our “taking things for granted.” Families discovered that they didn’t need “more” of some things; in fact, “less” was good for everyone. Priorities changed! People prayed more. Many became less self-absorbed and did more outreach to others, volunteering hours of time to help neighbors. And many stories shared told of how some of the losses became blessings. They discovered some of their real needs, different from what they thought they needed!

As we come to the table of the Eucharist, where we receive the Bread of Life, we are reminded of all the ways that Jesus is enough. We discover again and again that Jesus is the Bread of Life! Listen to Steve Angrisano and Tom Booth here: