NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

NO CRYING AT MY FUNERAL

Saturday, December 24, 2016

PENTECOST, EASTER, GOOD FRIDAY, LAST SUPPER, MISSION, TEMPTATIONS, BAPTISM, CHRISTMAS

How come it took almost 80 years to understand that without Pentecost, etc, there is no Christmas?  Think about it.  How many rural children from small towns have been born in the history of humankind, in caves and in tents and in the humble house of the midwife and never had more of a reputation than that of the star who grew to be the king's valet?  
Isn't it true that we come to know the story of the valet only after he has developed a reputation of rendering topnotch service while living an exemplary, virtuous life for the benefit of one and all?
It is therefore because God, the Father of Jesus, made sure that there was someone to walk beside Jesus, to listen to Him, to see His life unfold, to laugh and to suffer with Him and finally to announce His Story to the world in Word and in Deed that we can truly know the story of His birth, Christmas.  
Today we stand before His crib so that tomorrow we can protect Him from the sword of Herod.  Today we stand before Him in full view of those who are too "busy" to pay Him heed. Today we stand with Him and the Angels, the Shepherds and the Magi, the Apostles and the Believers who know what the span of His earthly presence has wrought and who participate in it in fulsome willingness.

To you all, from Paul, Belle, Jo-El, Marc, blessings of peace and joy for continued life, constant in the presence of the Loving and Merciful Savior.

Monday, December 19, 2016

WHERE ARE MY GLASSES?

Two days ago I got this email from a friend who sends me a lot of material that is meant to remind me that I am older then he.

Yesterday my daughter e-mailed me again, asking why I didn't do something useful with my time. 
“Like sitting around the pool and drinking wine is not a good thing?” I asked.

Talking about my "doing-something-useful" seems to be her favorite topic of conversation. 
She was "only thinking of me", she said and suggested that I go down to the Senior Center and hang out with the guys.

I did this and when I got home last night, I decided to play a prank on her.

I e-mailed her and told her that I had joined a Parachute Club.

She replied, "Are you nuts? You are 78 years old and now you're going to start jumping out of airplanes?

I told her that I even got a Membership Card and e-mailed a copy to her.

She immediately telephoned me and yelled, "Good grief, Mom, where are your glasses?!

This is a Membership to a Prostitute Club, not a Parachute Club.

"Oh man, I'm in trouble again,” I said, “I really don't know what to do. I signed up for five jumps a week!!

The line went quiet and her friend picked up the phone and said that my daughter had fainted.

Life as a Senior Citizen is not getting any easier, but sometimes it can be fun.

I didn't really think that this was particularly funny, but it did make me think about life in our house.  I mean, real life.  So, as we used to say 70 years ago, I put pen to paper and described my daily life to my younger antagonist this way:

I don't know about you, but I spend about 10% of every day looking for my glasses.  Then I spend another 10% looking for my coffee cup.  I move from there to spending another 10% scouring the house looking for my wallet. I finally find it before I start spending the next 10% over-turning everything that is not tied down or glued in a search for my car keys.  All of the above happens before or after [I can't remember which] I have begun working at my computer for the day.  At that moment I start spending 10% of the day looking for the electronic files that I carried over from yesterday.  Finally, I have just spent 10% of my day scouring my memory for the completed items that I can remember are the fruit of my daily travails.  This is the detailed description of a typical day in the life of Puttss Dion.  I can't remember on what day I did this but the fact that I can see it in front of me means that I have found my glasses and have remembered to do it.  I didn't have to remember who sent it to me because his name is right up there at the top of the paragraph.  (Deleted to protect his anonymity)
I think I have accounted for about 70% of every day {I can't remember exactly how much}.  The reason I can't remember what I do the other 30% of the time must be because I am sleeping on the couch then.  It's easier to find than my bed!
After reading this, you'll know that crying at my funeral would surely be a giant waste of time... I will have forgotten who you are.  
You heard it here first, remember that!

Wednesday, November 30, 2016

SAN BERNARDINO MASSACRE - 1 YEAR OLD

It was about 6:00 AM in Jerusalem proper,
not far from the West Bank, maybe 2 miles north of Bethlehem.  We had just awakened from a short night's sleep after 14 hour flight from Los Angeles. We had the first day of  our Christmas Pilgrimage ahead of us. A few moments after shaking the sand from our eyes, we turned on the television out of curiosity.  As the CNN "Word News Headlines" flared into view we were shaken by the announcement that a mass killing had taken place in San Bernardino, California.  We prepared for our day with one ear on the news and one eye on preparing ourselves for a day out of the room, starting with breakfast.
This event served as  the focus for our intercessory prayers for the next nine days.  Most of us lived within 30 minutes of auto travel from the location of this human tragedy.

One year later, we are headed back to Jerusalem, Bethlehem and the myriad other holy places located in that part of the world. Once again we will spend the early evening in the Nativity Square in Bethlehem to celebrate the lighting if the Christmas Tree on the first Saturday of December.  Once again we will be there with our heart full of prayer provoked and energized by the memory of San Bernardino.

We are now on the way to Bethlehem.  The major celebration of lights is coming into focus. The thirty foot pine tree at the head of the Nativity Square will be set ablaze with hundreds of multicolored lights. The square itself will be vibrating with multicolored people focused on the mystery of Christmas.  Hundreds of cell phones turned into YouTube cameras will be the source of worldwide "shares" flying through the satellites to friends and families.
The crowd will be cheering and happy.  In the heart of what is Judea, turned Israel, to West Bank, people will be joined in unity of interest if only for a short while.  There will be 40 of us standing together, a small cell of Catholic Christians shivering from the cool of the evening as well as from the emotion of being in Jesus' home town.
We assure you of our prayers.  We ask for yous.  We also remind you that the anniversary of the Mass Murder is on December 2.  the survivors are still deeply traumatized. Please pray for them and pray for those who are helping them to recover.

God bless you all.

Sunday, November 20, 2016

BELIEVE IN PROVIDENCE

king saulby zoharglait

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We went to celebrate the Eucharist this morning and from the time that it took to introduce ourselves to the sacred environment we came to the realization that this is the moment of remembering that Christ is our king.
We started the Liturgy of the Word with a short reminder from the first book of Samuel, chapter 8 and following.  
This is the beginning of the story of how the Israelites got a king in the first place.  The story of the transition from being a loose agglomeration of tribes to a kingdom is one of the most captivating sections of the Bible.  I strongly recommend that you read it.

The first king that God gave them was named Saul.  This name means "asked" or "requested."  As it turns out, he was not a good king.  Until he came along, the "king" of the people was God Himself.  This was not working very well.  There were prophets and judges helping Him with the earthly organization, but it was not going well.  This was especially true when it came to organizing themselves for war.  They were getting badly beaten by the people who had kings at their head.  So they asked God, through his Prophet/Patriarch, Samuel to give them a king.  Long story made short, God gave them what they asked for.  As you progress in your reading, you will notice that it did not go well with Saul.  Saul committed a lot of sins.  A lot!  His final one was falling on his own sword.  
I am telling you this story (I wish I had more time) because it is a perfect example of getting what you had no idea you would get as a response to your request.  As you read the story, you will see that this guy was more interested in his own welfare than in fulfilling the will of God for the good of the people.  He was so bad that at a given point of the story God disowns Saul.  This was not a good start for the Chosen People.  
Enter, David, the ancestor of Jesus.

I am letting you decide whether or not you have parallels that you want to draw between the story of Saul and the actual time in which we are now living.  If you spend some time reading the historical story of Saul (It happens at about 1010 BC) you will see that the more things change, the more they stay the same.  You will also see that we must be careful about what we ask for.  You will also see that there is a solution, or at least a resolution of the situation.  You will also see that it is important to stay close to God in every aspect of our lives.  You will see that God is tough on Saul but sees to it that the people overcome the disunity caused by the failed king and come back together under the God fearing king David.

It is in this context that Jesus, the descendant of David and who is the Son of God comes and unifies the people, not just of David but of the entire universe.  He does so by being the complete opposite of human kings...first and foremost by being perfectly obedient to the Will of God.

I guarantee that if you take the time to read the story of Saul you will have a wonderful experience.  Your emotions will swing from joy to sorrow; from tears to smiles; from disgust to admiration and finally to satisfaction for having discovered another dimension of Sacred Scripture.  
Thank God for that and remember that no crying is allowed at my funeral.

Sunday, August 28, 2016

PAUL AND BELLE BEFORE THE POPE'S CHAIR

This is the seat of the Diocese of Rome - St. John Lateran
It is also the pattern for the architecture of the cupola of the basilica of Our Lady of    La Salette at the Holy Mountain where she appeared in France.


Dear Co-Workers in the vineyard!

Greetings from Rome! Paul and I ended our Jubilee of Mercy pilgrimage in the late afternoon yesterday, August 27.  We used the bus and our feet  for this holy pilgrimage. Thank God Paul knows the language, which bus to take, and where the other three basilicas are located in Rome.
   We began our pilgrimage on Wednesday, August 27 by  taking the bus to the Vatican where we prayed at the Holy door, made an hour visit to the Lord in the Blessed Sacrament chapel during which we prayed for each of you. From there we took the  bus to Trastevere, Old Rome, where, when we alighted from the bus, we walked to the church of St. Cecilia, the patron saint of musicians, who was beheaded because of her faith and prayed for our choir and all musicians.
The next day we visited the basilica of St. Paul outside the walls.  We entered through the Holy Door. We were blessed to have celebrated the sacrament of Reconciliation there. We spent some time there and then it was time to walk to get to the subway station totake the train for home (La Salette General House - Fr. Efren Musngi is director of the house) 
We were so happy to see him as well as Fr. Silvano, the General Superior, Fr. Adilson, all three of whom were with us when we attended the First International Encounter of the Laity at La Salette on Sept. 1-10, 2011. So it was really a happy moment for us to see one another again.😊
Yesterday, we visited the Holy Doors of the basilicas St. John Lateran and St. Mary Major. We ended the day with a visit to the Church of St. Peter in chains.   Of course for every Holy door we entered you were all included in our prayers.
This is the third pilgrimage we made here in Rome but this is the most meaningful of them all. It is a wonderful preparation for our mission at La Salette. Tomorrow we leave for the Holy Mountain where you will all be included in our daily mass and prayers.
I am sure that you will have an opportunity to go for a pilgrimage to Rome and to La Salette one of these days.

May you all be blessed by God as you continue His work.

Shalom,

BELLE AND PAUL
Isabel Marinay Dion, D. Min.
Adult Faith Formation
St. Christopher Church
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, Moreno Valley CA