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Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

12 Aug

“Man does not live by bread alone. There must be brownies, cupcakes, cookies, candy, pizza, ice cream and Black Russians on Friday.”

~Toni Armenta Andrukaitis


A beautiful cloudy and cooler Sunday morning, in comparison to the steamy Sunday’s the past few weeks. I actually had a light sweater on while greeting at the door with Mary and Jerry. It was in the 70’s. Wow!

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus telling the Jews that He was the bread of life that came down from heaven. They were mumbling that He was just a man, son of Joseph. Jesus explained that He was the living bread.

My take on it… Earthly food is just temporary nourishment. Faith and trust in God, even though we haven’t seen Him, is the key to everlasting life. But, to take things a little further, food for the body is important, but what about food for the soul? You can give a poor man a crust of bread, but why don’t you invite him to your table, sit and talk with him, and share your time and blessings? That is nourishment for the soul. That’s how you follow the Lord’s teachings. Jesus shared ALL that He had with us, right down to giving his life by dying on the cross as a symbol of complete love.

Amen, amen, I say to you,

whoever believes has eternal life.

I am the bread of life.

Your ancestors ate the manna in the desert, but they died;

this is the bread that comes down from heaven

so that one may eat it and not die.

I am the living bread that came down from heaven;

whoever eats this bread will live forever;

and the bread that I will give is my flesh for the life of the world.”

That was a good lesson.

Man does not live by bread alone…

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

5 Aug

“God gives us the ingredients for our daily bread, but he expects us to do the baking!”

~Chip Ingram


Another fine Sunday, hot as usual, but always nice to see friends at Mass. a lot of hugs this morning. Many of my CRHP sisters were at Mass and going to brunch afterwards. I had a very beautiful memorial service to attend and wouldn’t miss it for the world.

Today’s Gospel was about Jesus telling His followers that God was the true bread of life, and just as He sent down manna from heaven to the Israelites, He will sustain us in our need.


JN 6:24-35……

“Amen, amen, I say to you,

you are looking for me not because you saw signs

but because you ate the loaves and were filled.

Do not work for food that perishes

but for the food that endures for eternal life,

which the Son of Man will give you.

For on him the Father, God, has set his seal.” ….

So they said to him,

“Sir, give us this bread always.”

Jesus said to them,

“I am the bread of life;

whoever comes to me will never hunger,

and whoever believes in me will never thirst.”


My take on it… It’s true, man does not live by bread alone. I love the quote above. God gives us the ingredients, we have to do our own baking. I like that! I like to bake. I like to bake more than cookies and brownies and cupcakes. I like to take the ingredients God gave me, and make friends and relationships, nourishing both body and spirit.

Yesterday, I took a few cupcakes over to my friend Karri over at Papa Murphy’s Pizza. I usually stop I. At least once a week for a hug, a friendly smile and a chat. She had mentioned something about wanting to stop at the bakery for cupcakes when we were talking baking. I told her next time I made some, I’d bring some by. She was pleased and I was excited to share my baking talents. Man does not live by pizza alone… although I probably could.

When I got back to my car, look what was waiting for me right by the driver’s side. Yep! A lucky feather.

I didn’t notice it when I got out of my car. Hmm?

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

30 Jul

“Your most precious, valued possessions and your greatest powers are invisible and intangible. No one can take them. You, and you alone, can give them. You will receive abundance for your giving.”

~W. Clement Stone


It’s still pretty darn hot here in McKinney, but it was only in the 80’s early this morning when I walked the dog. It was still a little overcast, so I was a happy camper. I love Sundays. I look forward to greeting at church before 9 o’clock Mass, hugging friends and strangers. Well, they’re not really strangers. We just don’t know each other yet.

I enjoy the big smile I get from little Avery when I hand her a little gift. I always have a Matchbox car for Liam, but he’s so fast, he gives me a hug and runs in the door before I can take a picture.

It was great to get a hug and chat with Gil before Mass. We haven’t seen him at our St. Helen’s Church group for several weeks.

Mr. Jerry is always kind and saves my seat while I’m outside greeting. Then, we usually stop for coffee after Mass.

Today’s Gospel was very appropriate. It was the story of Jesus performing a miracle by feeding the multitude with only five barley loaves and two fishes. Then, after all had eaten their fill, there were twelve baskets of fragments left…

Then Jesus took the loaves, gave thanks,

and distributed them to those who were reclining,

and also as much of the fish as they wanted.

When they had had their fill, he said to his disciples,

“Gather the fragments left over,

so that nothing will be wasted.”

So they collected them,

and filled twelve wicker baskets with fragments

from the five barley loaves

that had been more than they could eat.


Father Arthur, a visiting priest, had an interesting homily. He works with college students at SMU, and asked us all, “How many of you are familiar with the term FOMO? Well, I was clueless. He explained that it stood for… Fear Of Missing Out. He went on to describe how so many people are obsessed with what they are missing or what they don’t have or how much more other people have instead of appreciating their blessings and the abundance they already have been given.

My take on it….

If we put our trust in God, have faith, and appreciate what we have been blessed with, He will always take care of us. Our blessings will multiply like the loaves and fishes, and there will be more than enough. If you think about it, the people who always want more and more, and they are jealous of everyone, those people are never satisfied, and they will never be happy. I count my blessings every day. They are endless. I can’t even count that high.

Sunday Sermon, Scorching Heat and Some Other Stuff

23 Jul

“There are quite enough sheep already – be a shepherd: be somebody who’s bold and who leads.”

~Matt Bevin


Wow! Another really scorchin’ Sunday. I’ll let the picture do the talking.

Today’s Gospel was about Jesus feeling sorry for the weary apostles. He told them they needed to rest. When the people continued to follow, Jesus felt sorry for the crowds. He continued to preach despite everyone being hungry and tired.

My take on it… Like a good shepherd, Jesus loved his flock and thought about their needs above His. As parents, friends, neighbors, and leaders, we should be good shepherds and think of others before ourselves. There are too many selfish people in the world. We need to teach by example.


MK 6:30-34

The apostles gathered together with Jesus

and reported all they had done and taught.

He said to them,

“Come away by yourselves to a deserted place and rest a while.”

People were coming and going in great numbers,

and they had no opportunity even to eat.

So they went off in the boat by themselves to a deserted place.

People saw them leaving and many came to know about it.

They hastened there on foot from all the towns

and arrived at the place before them.

When he disembarked and saw the vast crowd,

his heart was moved with pity for them,

for they were like sheep without a shepherd;

and he began to teach them many things.

After Mass, I usually stop for coffee or the store. But, today I went straight to the Walmart auto repair. When I started my car this morning, the symbol for tire problems was lit up. Not again! A couple of months ago, I had a nail in my tire.

A nice young man came out to help. He checked all my tires, added air in one that was low, but couldn’t find any nails or punctures. Another man came out to help check, and neither could find a problem. Keep in mind, it was 109 degrees out there. They told me to drive around a day or two and see if the light comes back on. If it did, bring it back and they’d check again,

Since I was at Walmart anyway, I popped in and walked around to pick up some more cherry pie filling. Uh oh! They already had huge displays of back to school supplies. An artist can’t have too many school supplies, especially when they’re on sale, even when there are no kids at home.

I was very proud of myself. I exercised amazing restraint. I only bought some glue sticks, Elmer’s glue and a pack of index cards.

That was just in the school aisle. I went wild in the baking aisle and bought about a dozen cans of different pie fillings, more bags of chocolate chips, and some ice cream. Then, I found a new king size comforter set in the bedding aisle. Oops! I should have gone straight home. Too much temptation.

Happy Sunday.

Sunday Sermon and Other Stuff

16 Jul

“My mission is to be a positive, uplifting, constructive, and healing influence in the lives of those I touch.”

Laurie Buchanan, PhD


A scorching hot Sunday here, but the air conditioning is always cranked up and welcoming inside St. Gabriel’s.

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus sending out the apostles with the power to cure the sick and drive out demons. They were sent out with no money, food, or extra clothing, and were to rely only the kindness of strangers for lodging and food.

Jesus summoned the Twelve and began to send them out two by two

and gave them authority over unclean spirits.

He instructed them to take nothing for the journey

but a walking stick—

no food, no sack, no money in their belts.

They were, however, to wear sandals

but not a second tunic.

He said to them,

“Wherever you enter a house, stay there until you leave.

Whatever place does not welcome you or listen to you,

leave there and shake the dust off your feet

in testimony against them.”

So they went off and preached repentance.

The Twelve drove out many demons,

and they anointed with oil many who were sick and cured them.


My take on it… We come into this world with nothing, and once we start accumulating things and stuff, sometimes those things become distracting. Like the apostles, we can focus on our goals, our missions, and our dreams if we aren’t constantly distracted by all the “stuff”.

Speaking of focus, I often get distracted by stuff. To be honest, I tend to procrastinate. So, I have my little tricks to help me complete my tasks and meet my goals. For example, while I was doing my housework on Monday, I did some laundry, cleaned the bathrooms, but didn’t get around to vacuuming. I decided to leave the vacuum in the middle of the hallway as a reminder. Unfortunately, I got distracted by lunches with friends, walks, baking, shopping and “stuff,” I walked around and bumped into that darn vacuum all week.

I decided that today was the day I either vacuum or put the obstacle back in the closet. Seeing as I’M NO QUITTER, I finally vacuumed all the rugs and carpets, then parked the machine back in the closet. DONE!

Truth be told, cleaning and housework are not a priority for me. My focus is my family, friendships, faith, my art and writing, sharing, but most of all, trying to enjoy this very short life that I have been blessed with. That’s what is most important.

And most of all…“My mission is to be a positive, uplifting, constructive, and healing influence in the lives of those I touch.”

Laurie Buchanan, PhD

Sunday Sermon and Some Other Stuff

9 Jul

“When we speak we are afraid our words will not be heard or welcomed. But when we are silent, we are still afraid. So it is better to speak.”

~Audre Lorde


Another hot Texas Sunday morning. Father Paul, our new priest officiated Mass. this is the first time I’ve seen him. When they introduced his coming, via email, they didn’t have a picture. I think I know why. After Mass, we all stood in line to shake hands and welcome Father Paul. And you know me. I took out my cell phone and asked Father if we could take a selfie. To which he replied, “I don’t like pictures, and I don’t do social media.”

Well, alrighty then. There goes my self-serving selfie-op. Now, what to write about?

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus returning to His hometown. He was not well received, and basically was ignored as just being a carpenter, son of Mary. No big deal. The people were not impressed. They only saw Him as the child and man they knew before, not who He had become.

MK 6:1-6

Jesus left that place and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded.

They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him.

Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. And he was amazed at their lack of faith.


My take on it… People change, sometimes for the good, and other times…well, not so much. You may go back to your hometown, but you’re not always that same person. The boisterous young person you knew as a child could grow to be a talented, creative, wonderful human being. Unfortunately, the reverse can happen. That quiet, naive, sweet, loving young person can turn into an evil, selfish, narcissistic, awful adult. You can’t judge a book by its cover. That old familiar cover may have a different story inside. (I’m just talking from experience. Make sure to read all the pages from start to finish.)

OTHER STUFF~ My favorite Sunday salad. What’s for dinner?

Spinach, iceberg lettuce, broccoli, avocado, tomato, and my bean salad mixture that has garbanzo, black beans, cucumber, apple, grapes, and I toss on some mixed nuts. I use a little homemade apple cider vinegar/oil dressing. It sounds very vegan, and maybe it is. I just like it because it’s yummy. I’m still a carnivore, but not very often. My sons have me brainwashed, but now and then I require a hamburger.

And then let’s not forget BACON!!!!! Can’t live without bacon.

Sunday Sermon and Kenyan Choir Celebration for Father Charles

2 Jul

“Faith is not the belief that God will do what you want. It is the belief that God will do what is right.”

Max Lucado


Hot, hot, hot here in north Texas. But, it was a good day for celebrating our final day with Father Charles before he leaves for St. Francis. I arrived promptly at 8:30 to greet before 9 o’clock Mass. there were many smiles, hugs and handshaking. Father Charles was officiating every Mass, saying farewell to each congregation and group of altar servers.

Today’s Gospel was the story of Jesus being asked by a man to heal his sick daughter. On His way, a woman who had been sick for twelve years heard that Jesus was passing, and she thought, “If I but touch his clothes, I shall be cured.” When she touched his cloak, she was healed. Jesus felt the power leave Him and asked who touched Him. The woman fell before Him and trembled and confessed.

He said to her, “Daughter, your faith has saved you.

Go in peace and be cured of your affliction.”

While He was still speaking, Jesus and the father were informed that the sick daughter had died. He replied, “Do not be afraid; just have faith.” He went to his house, took the child’s hand and told her to arise. The girl woke and walked around.


My take on it…. Faith is a very powerful force. We may not all receive miracles like these mentioned, but we still need to have faith. Mostly, I think we need to have faith in ourselves. God doesn’t cause awful things to happen, He’s just there to help us get through them. “Do not be afraid; just have faith.”

After 9 o’clock Mass, I ended up staying a little longer for the 11 Mass. I went to my car, took my brownies over to the rec center for the potluck lunch at noon, and sat and listened to the Kenyan choir rehearsing. They were going to sing in honor of Father Charles at 11. It was a packed house.


The lunch afterwards was standing room only, with Father Charles, walking around, talking to so many friends, shaking hands and hugging children. He will be greatly missed.