Thank you!


The season of Lent has begun, in which the Church unites herself to Jesus in the desert (CCC 540) and invites us all to engage in spiritual exercises, penitential liturgies, voluntary self-denial, and fraternal sharing (CCC 1438). All these, of course, as part of our lifelong process of conversion.

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Lent is violet time…

“And when the Lord your God brings you into the land that he swore to your fathers…take care lest you forget the Lord, who brought you out of the land of Egypt, out of the house of slavery … remember the whole way that the Lord your God has led you these forty years in the wilderness, that he might humble you, testing you to know what was in your heart” (Dt 6:10-12, 8:2)

Indeed, this is not a time of mourning, but a time to look back in order to move forward; a time to make ours the invitation that was made to the Church in Ephesus: “Remember from where you have fallen; repent, and do the works you did at first.” (Rv 2:5) It is a time to examine our consciences, that is, in the words of the Holy Father Francis on January 1st, a time “through which we review what has happened; we thank the Lord for every good we have received and have been able to do and, at the same time, we think again of our failings and our sins”.

“To give thanks and to ask for forgiveness”. In particular, would add the Pope in this year’s message for Lent, by confronting the culture of indifference, striving to become “islands of mercy in a sea of indifference”.

In this context, we wanted to begin by giving thanks, first and foremost to the Lord, and immediately afterwards to you.

You see, on January 1st we “manifested without fear our needs” in the form of an article that expressed a simple question: “Can you help?“.

In the following weeks, we received much support from you, and we were greatly moved by how you helped us meet our needs, particularly now that we have more brothers in formation in the motherhouse.

The first challenge met was the replacement of the toaster. We have been blessed with an “upgrade”: a toaster-oven that has been our companion beyond breakfast and has even allowed us to save some energy 🙂

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Breakfast time!

Shortly afterwards, the second challenge was met: the replacement of an old mattress. Here, too, we were greatly blessed: the new mattress came with certain features to help the brothers that suffer from backaches; it also came with a pillow!

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How the brothers feel on the new mattress

Last but not least, we tackled the leak problem in the AC unit and the hole in the ceiling. The issue got worse before it got better. One day, an additional dripping began, a few inches away from the opening…but right on top of the kitchen table!!

However, we had already set aside enough to be able (we hoped!) to pay for the repairs. That same day the repair crew found and fixed several issues with the AC unit, and finally they tackled the hole in the ceiling. The latter was no small task! The repair required opening up that spot on the ceiling, inserting two layers of wood, and finally sealing the opening.

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As easy as 1, 2, 3? Not quite…!

Again, THANK YOU for being there for us. This has been a very edifying experience for us.  Be assured that you are always in our prayers.

Last but not least, we should mention our brother who is pursuing doctoral studies. He has been working with dedication, while pursuing with great love the formation time. You can see him below, presenting a final project!

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“Good night, son!”


“Pax et bonum”! I am very happy to wish you a blessed new year and to share with you the highlights of my first week of postulancy in residence at the Franciscans of Life motherhouse. I hope you like it!

It has been great to begin my residency during the Christmas season.

In retrospective, I can see I experienced both the great solemnity of the Nativity and the secular “holiday” of New Year as times of “glad tidings”, of a new beginning, as well as a reminder that Christ lives. “My mother and my brothers are those who hear the word of God and act on it”, says the Lord. And St. Paul, who was no “forgetful listener”, would say: “I live, no longer I, but Christ lives in me”.

In short: this first week was for me the time to welcome the birth of Christ in my heart and embrace Him in my brothers.

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Arriving to the motherhouse was not a new experience, but this time it took a whole new aspect. I wasn’t just visiting. I was at home, now.

After settling in, I was invited to go to evening mass at the nearby parish of St Boniface. It felt great to begin this way. As Brother Jay always reminds us, “everything begins at the beginning”. I was very happy to attend this mass with my brothers and to pray Vespers with them afterwards, before the Blessed Sacrament.

This would be the first “in residence” taste of the fraternal liturgical life. Little did I know (I say this with great joy!) that this would become the “heart and soul”of my daily life of love!

The life in fraternity is “in common” in many ways. We strive to serve one another and to meet each other’s needs. We all seek to love and be loved, and in the life of the regular brothers we are always attentive to each other’s needs for spiritual support, safety, and affection.

The common life is also very practical. Our community embraces early Franciscan poverty in which the brothers did not just share common property. We simply have what is strictly necessary.  For this purpose, Father Superior worked right away on the motherhouse weekly schedule to meet the needs of a postulant student brother and assure that I can continue my formation while pursuing my first doctoral degree – all the while living the peaceful and joyful life of penance of the Franciscans of Life.

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My days begin at the “cella” (pronounced like “shell”), where I sleep “at a pillow’s distance” from Father Superior. It is always a joyful experience, as we encounter one another in awakening and, shortly afterwards, our Lord in the prayer of Lauds.

Due to the diminute size of the “cella”, the brothers must take turns; one brother takes care of the beds while the other lights the candles at our little prayer table, before the icon of the Immaculate and the crucifix of San Damiano. It is here that we keep the prayer intentions entrusted to us.  On one day in which my turn came around for the latter and I was particularly sleepy, I recalled the words of an earlier liturgical reading: “Awake, sleeper!”. For a moment, I thought I could feel the Lord’s eyes on me…but when I turned around, I realized it was Father’s glance! “Are you done waking up, or do you need a hand?” 🙂

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Having warmed up the soul with prayer, we take care of the rest with breakfast (and, not uncommonly, some laughter!) On more than one occasion I “showcased my cooking skills” by preparing some awesome toasts with coffee (although I ought to admit that the greater merit goes to the new toaster oven that we recently received from a kind benefactor).

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What happens in the mornings depends on the daily schedule.

Most weekdays we coordinate our schedules for academics and apostolate, and we often share the community car by planning our daily trip accordingly. Several days, however, the morning begins with a formation class in topics such as spiritual theology, sacred liturgy, and Franciscan studies.

Saturday is dedicated in a particular way to prayer and to taking care of the motherhouse. Once a month, we dedicate it to a full day of prayer and recollection. This week, however, was my opportunity to “brush up” my broom and mop skills 😉

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Sunday is our family day. Usually, we begin the day by going to the nearby parish of St. Maximilian Kolbe to attend mass.

Once a month, however, we also travel to Miami, to the mission of Sts. Francis and Clare, where I serve as acolyte for the local Latin Mass Community. While we worship in community in the Ordinary Form of the Roman Rite, Father Superior and the brothers know that I have been an E.F. altar server for several years with great joy and to my spiritual benefit. They have kindly accommodated for me to be able to continue to do so without turning the extraordinary into the norm.

The weekday afternoon usually includes some free time for spiritual reading, private prayer, a walk around the lake, and (for me, in a special way) time for homework. This doesn’t mean I am “off the hook” for an afternoon formation class, however! 🙂

Saturday afternoon is often the occasion to buy the necessary groceries for the week and take care of the needs of our lovely companions Max and Tasha.

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On Family Day, it is not uncommon to spend the afternoon at a nearby park, alternating times of prayerful contemplation to times of joy and fun.

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The evening is usually marked by attending daily Mass followed by Vespers, in turn followed by supper.

Something beautiful happens on Monday evenings, as the regular and secular brothers gather for the weekly “chapter”. This is one of my favorite experiences of our fraternity life – to welcome all the brothers and be welcomed with a warm embrace, and then pray Vespers together, receive formation, plan our joint efforts in our common service to the voiceless, and also share weekly experiences.

It is written: “How good and how pleasant it is, when brothers dwell together as one!” This is exactly what I experience at our “family meetings”, as the secular brothers, who are husbands and fathers, enrich us with the experience of a Catholic family life, and at the same time allow us to share with them the fruits of peace and good that we find in the celibate life in community.

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At the end, Father Superior sends the secular brothers back to their families with a warm embrace. This is a very moving moment, but it is also a reminder that I must retreat to the “cella”, for this evening is the time for the regular brothers to have the Chapter of Faults. The regular brothers recollect, as Father Superior enters the cell and sits quietly. One by one, we “come into the light, that our deeds may be manifested”.

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When my turn comes, I kneel before Father Superior, entrusting myself to his justice and mercy, and opening myself to my brothers, as I accuse myself of my faults against the Holy Rule and our Constitutions. After receiving Father Superior’s firm but gentle correction, I prostrate before the Crucified Lord and, arms outstretched, I recite my Confiteor. As I hear Father’s words “Arise, in the name of the Lord”, and I sit down amidst my brothers, I have the unshakable certainty that despite my limitations, my Superior and my brothers still love me. As Brother Leo steps forward, I glance at the eyes of the Crucified. Those eyes, and the peace in my heart, are enough to make me wish to leap for joy. But I remain recollected, as I recall the words of our Holy Father St. Francis: “Let us begin, for up to now we have done nothing.”

The night finishes with a visit to His Majesty, who in the Blessed Sacrament awaits for us at the St. Francis chapel of a nearby parish.

Before walking into the chapel, Father Superior guides us through a review of our day. This is one of the most meaningful times of the day for me, as I can rejoice at the good experiences of the day and analyze missed opportunities to encounter and serve Christ, in order to see what got in the way and what can I do better.

After a time of adoration, we lift our cowls and we let the words of Compline echo silently before His face: “Lord, now you let your servant go in peace…”.

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We return to the motherhouse and retreat into our “cella”, our beloved cloister. Lights go off. I lay down in bed “and sleep comes at once”. It’s been a good day, I tell myself. The night is silent. I thank God for the present moment, for the love, and for the gift of a life of penance in service to the voiceless.

And just as I am about to fall asleep, a pillow hits me. “Good night, son!”

Br. Bernardo, FFV

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As He is in the light . . .


Brother & TashaThe Franciscans of Life have had an exciting week.  It all began with Brother Bernardo arriving at the mother house on Sunday and Brother Leo Belanger on Monday.  Both are in different stages of formation, but in formation nonetheless.  It is exciting to watch our little family grow.  We began with two brothers, of WP_20141201_004which only one has persevered.  But today there are many more of us.  With the grace of God, more will follow.

Brother Jay attended mass in the Extraordinary Form at the Mission Chapel Sts. Francis and Clare, the patriarch and matriarch of the Franciscan family.  Contrary to francis and clarewhat some extreme Traditionalist bloggers are saying about Franciscans, the people at the mission were very happy to see two Franciscans in  the congregation.  They were very gracious and welcoming.  Some thanked Father Superior for allow the brothers to attend the TLM.

We don’t attend mass in the extraordinary form as the norm.  Our constitutions are very clear,

That which is extraordinary cannot be imposed on the brothers, nor may the brothers choose to make it the norm.  The brothers are bound to think with the Church.  As long as this form is extraordinary, the brothers shall make use of it as such.  

However, the constitution is very clear that there is no prohibition on the brothers attending the mass in the old form, as long as every brother in the house agrees to attend.  Liturgy is central to the fraternal life. On Sunday, the Lord gifted us with a very nice liturgy and many new friends.  I think WP_20140819_035that we will be going back to visit Saints Francis and Clare Mission, especially because we have brothers who are attached to the Latin Mass Community and to the TLM.  Currently, the plan is to attend once a month.  Plans are never written in stone.  It can be more or less frequently in the future.  Man proposes and God disposes.

On Monday night, the secular and the regular brothers gathered at St. Maximilian Kolbe Catholic Church in Pembroke Pines for the Solemnity of the Immaculate Conception where we celebrated a beautiful mass in the Ordinary Form.  At the end of mass, Rev. Giovanni Peña, Vicar at St. Maxx, blessed the Miraculous Medals and the brothers, after Brother Jay had led them in the consecration to the Immaculate, as prescribed by St. Maximilian Kolbe.

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It was a beautiful event.  There were professed brothers present, novices, postulants and aspirants.  It was just absolutely awesome to have our entire family consecrated to the Immaculate at the same time.  I think that the most beautiful part of it, along with the consecration to the Immaculate, is the fact that all of our brothers are friends.  We’re not just a group of francis and leorandom individuals who came together to start a new branch of the Franciscan family.  I prefer to believe that we are a family that St. Francis has adopted and presented to the Immaculate for her care and protection.

Tuesday morning, Brother Jay awoke with a heck of a cold.  His head felt as if it were the size of a melon.  Staying awake was very difficult.  Even being sick was a beautiful experience.  The brothers took very good care of their father superior.  They brought him breakfast in bed.  While everyone went about his business, Brother Leo (just like the original) sat with the superior making him tea and bringing him toast with cheese and honey.  It was awesome.
Wednesday night was a very interesting night.  If our detachment from material things was ever put to the test, it was Wednesday.  Two brothers went to the local perpetual adoration chapel just a few blocks from the mother house.  Before they left their car, a rather loud noise was heard.  Brother Jay thought that one of those pesky critters had knocked off another coconut from an adjacent palm tree and that we had been hit.  Brother Bernardo thought that we had been shot at.  He propped the door open and peeked.  At that point, Brother Jay asked him what he was looking for and Brother Bernardo explained, to which Brother Jay responded, “When someone is shooting at you, you don’t get up to check out who it is.  You duck, not stand.”  There were no snipers to be seen.  However, the rear glass of the car came crashing down into a million pieces of what can be falsely sold as diamonds.  I had never seen glass in such small pieces.  Of course, it was the coldest night of the cold_thermometeryear in South Florida, with temperatures in the 40s.

To us, 40 degrees is a big deal.  Realizing that we had no protection from the cold, Brother Jay proceeded to have a word with the Lord.  “Did you have to pick the coldest night of the year?  No wonder you don’t have many friends.”

But that didn’t stop the adorers.  They left the car parked, with a big JPII W EUCHARISTopening in the back and went into the Blessed Sacrament Chapel that remains open 24/7.  There they spent a good 45 minutes with His Majesty.

This is also finals week at the local universities.  We have a few brothers  who are students.  This is a stressful week for them.  You would have never known it.  They were so involved with their brothers, with the Lord and His Blessed Mother that they had everything in order on time.  They prayed. They talked, played, sang songs and played games for our Immaculate Mother.  We were able to ask her for the gift of inner peace and silence, rather than ask her for a specific grade.  blessing of st francisAt the end of the day, one’s degree does not get us past the front door in heaven.  What will get us through will be the love that we have shown to Christ, His mother and to all of those around us, especially under stress.  It was beautiful to hear one brother say to another, “Please be patient with me.  I’m in exam week,”  and the other brother responding. “Just tell me what to do.”

One of the brothers is spending Thursday and Friday night with his biological family.  Brother Jay drove him into the city, but not in the car with the broken rear glass.  We had to rent another vehicle.  By evening time, there were texts flying around between the brothers asking for prayers for sick relatives and friends, telling each other how much they appreciated being together on Monday evening and telling each other how much they miss the other.  It all reminds me of St. John who said,

“if we walk in the light as he is in the light, then we have fellowship with one another.” 

“Walk in my presence . . . ,” Brother begins his journey


The journey of a consecrated brother in the Franciscans of Life has several steps.  At the beginning they seem to move very quickly and then they slowly settle down.  That’s because the early steps are short.  As the child learns to walk, he takes wider steps.

Let’s follow the journey of Br. Bernardo.  It began at Baptism when his parents and godparents promised to raise him in the Catholic faith and he was washed clean of Original Sin by the waters of Baptism and initiated into the Catholic Church.  He would later make his First Holy Communion and then be confirmed, concluding his initiation into the faith.

But God does not stop working with us on the day of our Confirmation.  On that day, He is finished with the initial part of the process.  Then began the next step.  Like any other man, Bernardo had to find his place in the Church.  After a few years involved in campus ministry and debating Traditionalist points on Catholic Answers Forums, he met the Franciscans of Life.  This dialogue/debate between Bernardo and Br. Jay went from 2012 to the September 2013.  It was almost one year.

Br. Jay invited Bernardo to attend a workshop on the Church’s teachings on the life issues with an introduction to Project Joseph.

This is the young man who entered the door on June 14, 2013 at 9:00 AM.  He was very friendly, but reserved and very guarded.  Almost wondering, “What’s a nice boy like me doing in a place like this?”

That didn’t last very long.  Bernardo can’t keep quiet more than 20 minutes at a time and remaining distant is against his nature.  This is a man who is naturally oriented toward others.  This became obvious very quickly, especially as he and Brother Christopher Thomas enjoyed some coffee and donut.

But God was not finished.  Later, Brother Jay would ask Bernardo to visit a family meeting with the Franciscans of Life.  When the meeting ended, he was excited and happy, like a kid who has just been told that he got an A on a math exam.  He continued to attend the family meetings.WP_20140825_066

On August 23, 2014, Brother Jay decided to risk it and invited Bernardo to enter the aspirancy program.  Brother still had reservations.  But he put it all in the hands of the Immaculate.   On the 24th of August, Bernardo accepted the invitation and was received as an aspirant on August 25, 2014.

The aspirants receive a white shirt and a Tau pin that they wear on their collar

WP_20140825_081On October 27, 2014, Brother Jay found himself at prayer in front of the Immaculate.  As usual, he prayed for all of his brothers, secular and consecrated; aspirants, postulants, novices and professed.  He was very tired and his eyes started to close.  As if in  a state between asleep and awake he clearly saw Bernardo’s face.

“Is that whom you want me to call for you,” Brother Jay asked the Immaculate.  “But Mother, there are some complications, because he’s a doctoral student and I don’t yet know his family,” Brother Jay told the Immaculate.  “Please give me a sign that I’m understanding you correctly.”

Suddenly, the sleepiness vanished and Brother Jay started to laugh.  He was not sure what was going to happen next, but he was sure of one thing.  He had a message to deliver for the Immaculate.  It didn’t make a difference whether Bernardo believed it or not.  Brother never promised the Immaculate and she never demanded that Bernardo would believe the message.  He was to deliver the invitation to enter the Franciscans of Life.  The  Immaculate had already placed a strategy in Brother Jay’s mind how Bernardo would be a postulant and finish his degree.  On October 29, 2014, Brother Jay delivered the message and the plan that the Immaculate had put into his mind.  In less than 24 hours, Bernardo accepted the invitation.

After consulting with the brothers, the date was set.  Bernardo would be invested in the seraphic robe on November 17, 2014 the Feast of St. Elizabeth of Hungary, patroness of the Brothers and Sisters of Penance, whose rule the Franciscans of Life follow.  Brothers have to be invested in the name they received at baptism, when they become novices, a new name is assigned to them.  That evening, he became a Student Brother, in the FFV.  Assisting in the investiture was Mrs. Angela,  Bernardo’s mother and Brother Christopher Thomas, whom Bernardo had chosen as his sponsor and witness.

The habit and all the pieces come in a plastic bag.  Brother Chris was holding the bag, handing Mrs. Torres one piece at a time.  When he handed her the Seraphic Tunic she said, “Que emoción,” which Spanish means “I’m 009so moved.”  

There is no such thing as an investiture without comic relief.  We had to take off Bernardo’s shirt to throw the tunic over his head.  But Bernardo just stood there as his mother and one of us fiddled with the tiny buttons on his shirt.  Finally, Brother Jay said, “Oh for goodness sake.  You can help us, you know.”  The buttons were tiny.

But all worked out well.  At the end of the investiture, Brother, his mother, the brothers and some of his friends who attended took pictures and offered Brother their best wishes.

One thing that the new postulant has to be able to do, besides dress himself is to explain each piece of his habit.  The grey was chosen because it was the original color worn by St. Francis and the early brothers.  The tunic stops at midcalf, because that how many Italian peasants wore them in the 13th century.  The cowl (hood) was worn for warmth and the scapular of Our  Lady we have added over the years in honor of the Immaculate who appeared to St. Simon Stock wearing the clothes of a peasant woman, undyed brown wool for her tunic and apron (scapular) and undyed white wool for the mantle.

The postulant’s habit is held together by a leather belt as a reminder that St. Francis also started his journey wearing a leather belt, before he gave it up for a piece of rope.  The cord is received when one enters the novitiate.

Over the heart, every Franciscan of Life wears the Tau just as St. Francis drew it on his habit when he first learned of its meaning.  Postulants and novices wear a wooden Tau, while professed wear a bronze Tau.  The red cord that holds the Tau in place reminds us of the Passion of Christ to which we have a special devotion.  Finally, there are things to do around the house.  This postulant’s first assignment was to learn how to cook.

Each step is recorded in our family’s chronicles and witnessed by two people other than the superior.  Bernardo had chosen Brother Chris as one of his witnesses, Brother Jay chose Bernardo’s mother to be her son’s second witness, something that does not happen too often. The journey of a new Franciscan of Life only begins here.  There is still much to learn and many steps to be walked.  There is a one year novitiate and at least three years of temporary vows.

You too can walk this path.  Think about it.014

Enjoy the pictures.

Let's see if the oven is ready.

Let’s see if the oven is ready.

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Making Mom’s sauce — “Where is she when I need her?”

Figuring out how to cook a precooked lasagna

Figuring out how to cook a precooked lasagna

Getting the lasgna ready for the oven.

Getting the lasgna ready for the oven.

Handcuffing God and Gagging Mom? Good luck!


The more that I think about it, the more convinced I become that my mother and God were Jeannie, Amanda, Aunt Nette, & Grandmavery close to each other.  Of course, she’s been deceased for over a decade.  How close they are is no longer a question.  She was a very good woman, though we did not always think so when she put her foot down.  In any case, let’s get back to what Mom and God had in common.  One can’t handcuff either of them and they both insist on having the last word.

A few years ago, I met a young man on Catholic Answers Forum (CAF).  He was a revert to the faith.  Like many reverts and converts his zeal was sometimes very harsh and gave little or no credit to the rest of us foolish mortals who remained with the Catholic Church from before Vatican II to the present moment.

Somewhere along the line, I let it drop that I am a Franciscan oFRANCIS AND LEPER 2f Life, wear a grey habit and work within and for the Archdiocese of Miami.  What I didn’t know was that my friend worthy also lived in the Miami area and was carefully weighing everything I ever wrote.  Even if I had known, it didn’t matter to me.  Unless he’s in a crisis pregnancy, terminally ill, immigrant poor, or a person living with a disability he’s not in the target population whom we serve.  There are many good laymen, priests, brothers and sisters in the Archdiocese who serve other populations.

In 2013, the Archdiocese of Miami held a synod.  I had the honor of being asked to serve on the one of the teams.  It was a wonderful experience for me.  When the first task of the synod was done, that phase was closed out with a special assembly and liturgy.  Some people from campus ministry invited my young friend to the closing ceremonies of the synod.

Somehow, in a crowd of over 1,000 people, he spotted Brother Christopher Thomas, put two and two together and figured out that Chris is a Franciscan Brother of Life.  He followed us

Br. Christopher Thomas, FFV

Br. Christopher Thomas, FFV

out of the hotel into the parking garage and shouted out, “Which one of you is JReducation?”  I think he was a little surprised when I raised my hand.  I don’t remember if he actually introduced himself other than say that he knew me from CAF.  To be honest, I only got a glimpse of him as he ran back into the building.

However, since God and my Mom won’t be handcuffed and they must have the last word, I would soon be speaking to this young man again, and again, and again.  I began to see the seeds of a vocation to the Franciscans of Life.  I kept inviting him to return and return he did; but hedragged his feet.  For a while I considered buying him a horse similar to that of St. Paul.  Everyone saw the Franciscan in him, except him. fall-off-horse

Finally, after several months of looking at us, hehas applied to and been accepted to begin postulancy with the Franciscans of Life as a consecrated celibate brother.  Let’s not all get up and cheer at the same time.  The road ahead is long.  It takes six years to become a clockperpetually professed Franciscan of Life.  You see, God does not operate on our schedule, won’t speak when we say so, and certainly is not under our control.

In my mind, it’s easy to understand God when I think about my mom.  When something needed to happen, she would make it happen.  You couldn’t handcuff the lady. And when you needed to get a message, she’d make sure you heard it.  There was no gagging her.  What you did with the gift was entirely up to you and so it is with God.  He will not be gagged or handcuffed.

However, you will never be forced to follow.  You will be invited.  The response is in your heart.

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“Honey! I’m home.”


Divine PhysicianOK, so Brother Jay is back in the hospital, excuse me, it’s his timeshare. 🙂

He was rushed in by ambulance on Tuesday morning, not doing well at all.  Most of the day was spent in restlessness.  On Tuesday night, Brother Christopher Thomas visited and Brother Jay brightened up.  They had a great visit together with lots of comments and laughter.  In the meantime, the nurse was keeping a

Br. Christopher Thomas, FFV

Br. Christopher Thomas, FFV

close eye on things, which neither brother observed.

On Wednesday, the calls, text messages, and emails from the other brothers kept pouring in.  Wednesday evening Aspirant Bernardo visited Brother.  Every time Brother Jay heard

Br. Jay, FFV & Aspirant Raul, FFV

Br. Jay, FFV & Aspirant Bernardo, FFV

from one of his brothers, he smiled.  There was a warm feeling inside that is difficult to explain.  However, as I have always said, “If you experience peace and joy in a particular space, call out like Ricky Ricardo, ‘Honey! I’m home’.”  This space need not be an actual physical place.  It can also be a relationship.  Brotherhood is definitely a relationship that happens in many spaces.

Real brotherhood does not need explanations.  Remember the saying.  “Preach always, when necessary use words.”  Your relationship with your brothers should speak of the relationship within the Trinity, the relationship between Christ and his apostles, your relationship with Christ and with his people.

While Bernardo and Chris were visiting, nurses and therapists were entering and leaving the room.  But the charge nurse was the same for both nights.  She had observed Brother Jay every time he was in contact with a brother, personally or by way of technology.

As Bernardo was leaving, she could no longer hold back her question.  She asked the two brothers (Bernardo and Jay) “Are you guys always this happy when you’re together?”  To which they both answered, “Yes.”  Brother Jay quickly added, he’s my little brother.  Everyone chuckled as Bernardo and the nurse left.   But now follows the good part.

Brothers keep their superior company as he catches his breadth.

Brothers keep their superior company as he catches his breadth.

The nurse was watching.  No sooner had Bernardo turned the corner, she quickly snuck into Brother’s room and asked again.  “You guys seem to really enjoy each other’s company.  I noticed it last night too.  Is the other gentleman related to you?”  The other gentleman is Brother Chris.

“Yes, he’s another brother,” said Brother Jay.

“I hate to be nosy, but I noticed that you talked to some people on the telephone and received some texts while I’ve been in here and you light up.  The medicine must be working.”  How’s that for subtle?

Brother responded, “Well, I think that the medication is working, but the most important part of the therapy is not the chemical, but the human element.  You see those two chaps whom you’ve met?”

Nod.

“And the texts and telephone calls?”

Nod.

“Those are all my brothers.  There are seven of us.  We’re not biological brothers.  The bond is tighter than that.  We were not coincidently born into the same family.  God called us and we freely responded.  We belong to a very small family.”   He then went on to explain Franciscans to a curious person who is Protestant and who believed that Catholics never use the bible.  When she heard the Franciscan brotherhood is built upon revealed truth, starting with Sacred Scripture, she was in awe.

This led to questions about celibacy vs marriage.  Brother quickly dispelled this myth.

CelibaimagesCA84KBW0cy and marriage are not in competition.  They are ways of life.  The best way of life is the one where you find peace and joy.  Sometimes, we get so fixated on one way of life, usually marriage, that we never hear God’s proposal to a marriage between His Son and our soul. Very often, God will throw a monkey wrench into our plans to remind us that he has a plan of his own.  However, God does not impose, he proposes, like an insistent lover.  At the end of the day, we choose celibacy or marriage.

Brother then explained that the brothers come in two wrappers, married and celibate.  Brotherhood is not defined by the way you live out God’s invitation to holiness.

Brotherhood is defined by joy, a sense of belonging, mutual respect, tolerance for each other’s weaknesses and eccentricities, and intimacy (allowing the other brother to walk through the corridors of your heart).    If you find peace and joy in this experience then you have arrived where you belong right now.

We’re sharing this with you because Brother Chris made a prophetic statement.  When Brother Jay told him that he may have a longer visit to the hospital, Chris said “Maybe God wants you to do some hospital ministry.”  Every time Jay is in the hospital, something draws in some of the staff and questions begin.  Up to that point, nothing had happened. Chris was referring to these past experiences. In a few hours, this wonderful dialogue with the nurse took place.

It all began and ended with “being rather than doing”Being joyful brothers rather than busy brothers, is the greatest witness to the Gospel and the greatest sign that one has arrived home.

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Habit forming habits


The Franciscans of Life embrace the holy habit.  Aware that clothes do not make the man and habits do not make the monk, there is something to be said about the way we dress.  Our cordclothes remind us of our place in society.  Remembering our place in society helps us to remember what our relationship to others should be.

When a police officer puts on a uniform, he knows that he’s a law enforcement official and that his relationship to others in the community should be one of authority, service and role model.  A flight attendant knows that his place in the cabin is also one of authority, service and safety.  People look to him for security, especially people like me who are afraid of flying.  It’s the same for nurses, doctors, auto technicians, even employees at McDonald’s.  The uniform communicates something to those who see it and it sets boundaries for those who wear it.

Before going further on the merits of the habit or uniform of the Franciscans of Life, let’s make sure that we know what it is.  The aspirants wear grey slacks, a blue or white polo in honor of Our Lady or a white button down shirt, tucked inside their pants.   They are to wear a Tau pin on the left wing of the collar, not a pendant.  The superior can allow a pendant for other forms of dress where it would be more appropriate than a pin.

Postulants are to wear a white Havanera shirt, also known as a Guayavera.  It must be solid white, in honor of the purity of the Immaculate Mother of the Lord and patroness of our family.  Every brother who wears it must keep in mind that he must be a  living witness to the beatitude that says, “Blessed are the pure of heart, for they shall see God”  (Mt 5:8) and that other passage that says,  “My mother and brothers are those who hear God’s word and put it into practice,” (Lk 8:21).

ThMARY AND TRINITYe white garment reminds us that we must be like Mary who practiced what the Lord revealed to her with great purity of heart.  There was no agenda, no selfishness, no resentment, and no search for control, profit or pleasure in Our Lady.  There was only one thought, to fulfill what God had asked of her.  This is true purity.  It goes beyond physical chastity.  One can abstain from sins of the flesh, but easily fall into other sins that are equally damning.  The shirt is worn over grey slacks and finally a Tau pendant must be worn by the brother postulant.  We will address the grey further down.

There are two kinds of novices.  There are novices who are called to remain in the world as secular laymen.  We call them secular brothers.  Then there are novices who wish to consecrate their life to Christ living celibate, poor and obedient in a stable family of brothers.  We call them consecrated brothers or regular brothers, because their daily life is far more regulated than that of the secular brothers.  The novice wears the white Habanera, grey slacks and the Tau pendant.

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If the novice is a regular brother, he will also wear the medieval habit when not wearing the shirt and slacks.  The medieval habit consists of a grey tunic with a cowl, a cord and Tau cross over his heart.  Because we aspire to capture the life and spirit of the early brothers who followed Francis of Assisi, the tunic is to be the dress of the working peasant of that day.  It is worn over grey slacks.  All of the brothers are to wear shoes, black or brown.  Sport shoes are not worn with the uniforms or habits.  They must wear a belt and a white under t-shirt with sleeves.

Our clothing must be simple enough to avoid all appearances of extravagance, wealth or luxury.  It should be practical according to culture and climate.  Subdued enough so as not to call negative attention to the brother.

There are times when other forms of dress are more appropriate.  The rules remain the same.  These clothes must be simple, avoid any hint of affluence and be subdued.  The Tau must be worn at all times.  If for some reason the pendant is not practical for the work that a brother does or for the event, the brother may opt to keep a Tau pin handy to wear in such TAU IMAGEcases.    Wherever the brother goes, it should be evident that he belongs to a Franciscan brotherhood.  The general rule is to wear the Franciscan uniform as often as possible, without causing discomfort to others, especially spouses and children.

We have already stated that the white is worn in honor of the purity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, a purity of heart and action to which Christ calls us.  The story behind the grey goes back to the Middle Ages.  Most clothing was made of wool.  Poor people did not have the means to buy expensive dyes.  The wool was often worn without the benefit of dye.  Therefore, it was brown, off-white, or grey depending on the color of the sheep.  The early brothers made their habits out of grey wool.  Brown wool was later adopted, but grey also remained.  The Conventual friars adopted the custom of dying their habit black like that of the Benedictine monks.  This practice lasted until the 1990s.  Today, they wear grey.  Because there are more brown sheep than grey, brown wool was easier to find, hence the custom of brown among many religious communities.

We no longer have to find a sheep, sheer it and weave cloth in order to make clothes.  Thanks to modern technology, we can buy our clothing off the rack or have it made by a tailor.  In choosing the colofrancis and clarers for the Franciscans of Life, we went back to early Franciscan tradition.  We found that Clare and Francis were practical.  Not only did they try to make use of whatever wool was the cheapest, but they were also very conscientious about working conditions.  Although the brothers are men of penance, this does not mean that we be unreasonable.  Penance does not have to be a torture in order to please God.  Francis and Clare gave us an example of dress that set them apart as poor and part of a family.  The tunic and cord were the constant.  Today, the Tau is the constant.  When two or more brothers walk into a setting, people should be able say, ‘Here comes the Church.”

Our habit reminds us that we belong to a family of brothers.  We’re never alone even in solitude.  We’re part of something bigger than ourselves.  We’re united to each other by prayer, penance, discipline, faith and above all love.logo

The habit serves as a guard against infidelity.  I reminds us who we are, sons of the Church called to be faithful to the Commandments, the Gospel, Holy Mother Church, the holy rule, and to Christ’s call to live and proclaim the Gospel of Life through everything that we do, everything that we say, and everything that we don’t do or say.  It also protects our purity.  Whether we’re married, single or celibate, some things don’t change.  Our bodies don’t know
that our hearts and minds are Catholic.  Spontaneous temptations and attractions will happen.  It’s part of being alive.    The habit reminds us of our relationship to others.  Everyone is our brother and sister, not the object of our desire or a thing to be used for our satisfaction.

The habit can help us regulate how we deal with others.  It should help us remember to keep custody over our eyes and a holy distance from temptation.  The habit helps us set boundaries.  This is true discipline, a form of self-control and a display of emotional maturity.

JOHNPAUL-BABYThere is much more to wearing a habit besides chastity and fraternity.  The fact that we dress the same and that our dress does not call particular attention to us allows us a certain degree of anonymity.  Yes, people may notice us and ask questions about our identity.  That’s a perfect moment to speak to people about our family, its Gospel vision and its mission, thus drawing the attention from ourselves and onto what really matters, the Gospel of Life.

We can say much about the value of uniformity.  Holy Mother Church reminds us that the habit is an external sign of poverty, which was so dear to Our Lord, his Blessed Mother and our holy father Francis.  Poverty is the way that Christ chose to enter the world.  Poverty was his condition at the time of his franciscan walkdeath, naked on a cross and buried in a borrowed tomb, because the “Son of Man has no place to lay his head” (Mt 8:20).  “Who, though he was in the form of God,  did not regard equality with God something to be grasped.  Rather, he emptied himself, taking the form of a slave” (Phil 2:6-7).

Think about it brothers, the habit allows helps us to be visible as members of a family that if faithful to Christ from within the Church.  We do not walk alone.

I encourage you to wear your Franciscan symbols as often as possible, but don’t let them become a matter of routine either.  Think about it as you’re putting them on.

I am part of a family.

I am a brother to all men.

I am a son of the Church.

I am the voice of the voiceless.Francis and lepers

I am a sinner.

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Sermon for the Transitus of St. Francis


04 October 2014

Almost 800 years ago, Francesco Bernadone, also known as Francis, died in his hometown of Assisi, Italy. On the evening of October 3, 1226.  He was canonized July 16, 1228 and declared to be saint of the Church.  The faithful were commanded to observe his memorial and venerate him every year on the 4th of October by Pope Gregory IX

Tonight, about one million Franciscan men and women around the world and their families, on every continent, are hosting this ritual called “The Transitus of St. Francis”or the “Passing of St. Francis”

There is an important question here that demands a response.Why are we still commemorating the death of this man 800 years later? Other people die everyday and life goes on.  But on the anniversary of the death of St. Francis the Church has created a space in her calendar to begin the commemoration after sunset on Oct 3rd and conclude with sunset on Oct 4th

The answer to why we’re still commemorating this death lies in the answer to another question of greater importance.  What if this was the night of my death, would it be remembered?

  • By whom?
  • How?
  • What have I given to God and to the world that deserves to be remembered?
  • Have I given anything to God and to the world that deserves to be remembered?

We call this a “transitus” from the word “transition” or better said, “the point of no return”

Once we reach the moment of death, there is no return.  You will not come back to finish what you should have done.  There will be no coming back to go to confession.  If your death is unexpected, such as a tragedy, there will be no time for confession or Anointing of the Sick.  You transition from here to there as you are.

In addition, the death of St. Francis reminds us that nothing comes to a complete stop at death.  The fact that we’re remembering St. Francis’ death 800 years later is the best proof of that.   Another good proof that nothing comes to a complete stop at death is the fact that whatever you planted will continue to grow after you die.

If you planted love, forgiveness, compassion, honesty, humility, kindness, fairness, love of God and love of man, those are good seeds and they will continue to grow into sturdy plants, maybe trees.

If you planted prejudice, laziness, gossip, miscommunication, lies, arrogance, resentment, vindictiveness, impurity, vulgarity, indifference toward good things, or irresponsibility, those are the bad sees and they too will continue to grow . . . into weeds and maybe poisonous plants that will continue to kill in your honor long after you’re gone.

Francis’ died leaving behind good seeds, a family of brothers and sisters committed to living according to the Gospel without glossing over it, without trying to find loopholes by interpreting it this way and that way.  He left behind seeds of obedience to the Church.

We don’t always understand the Church and we don’t always agree with her.  How many of us always understand our mothers or always agree with them?  Do we stop loving, respecting and obeying them, even when our hair turns grey or at age 50, we run out the door because Mom called that she needs something or she needs me to run an errand?  “Oh God she couldn’t have picked a worse time.” But we go.  That should be our relationship with Holy Mother Church

Francis planted seeds of forgiveness and peace.  He did not live in a perfect world.  War, crime, political conflicts, poverty, disease, social conflicts, religious wars, battles for power, turf and pleasure were part of their daily bread in the 13th century. He tried to convert the Muslims and failed, or so it may seem.  To this day, the sons of St. Francis have a presence in Jordan, Egypt, Palestine and Israel.  To this day, the Franciscans are the custodians of the Holy Land appointed by the Holy See.  Jews, Muslims and Christians don’t seem to care about their presence.  Probably one of the few points on which they agree.

Francis did not convert the Muslims, but he did not push their back to the corner either with hate language or resentment.  He did not retaliate for their crimes against Christians.  He told the Sultan that he was a Christian and he spoke to the Sultan about Christ.  The Sultan asked him many questions about himself and quickly realized that Francis was an honest man. He truly lived according to what he said he believed.  He was credible, which made him respected.  Francis died, leaving the Muslim world with a sense of respect for his memory.  Will we leave the world with gift?

Throughout his life, Francis warned his brothers and sisters about the danger of dying in a state of mortal sin.  Some people say that because we don’t mention mortal sin, it has ceased to exist.  Not true.

He was very aware that all of us are going to face judgment.  He writes for his brothers and sisters a short rule with guidelines on how to avoid sin and do penance for their sins and for those who don’t do penance.  This is the rule that the Franciscans of Life follow, the Rule of the Brothers of Penance.

Penance has several important effects on our souls.  It’s a way of atonement for the wrong things that we have done and for the good things that we didn’t do.  It’s a way of suffering on earth, rather than suffering in purgatory or worse, in hell.  It’s an act of justice toward God and neighbor.  Asking for forgiveness is not the same as giving back the money you stole.  Asking God for forgiveness only gets us out of hell and into Purgatory.

Doing penance is asking for forgiveness, atoning for our sins, and showing God that we love him and that we love mankind, whom God loves very much.  It means restoring things to their proper place.  This is what got Francis into heaven.  It was not that he never sinned.  It was that his entire life was spent trying to change, to love God more, to love mankind more, to make up for his sins, and to do the right thing rather than avoid it or postpone it.

He was a man who spent his life in a constant state of conversion and the Gospel was his guide.  Christ was his role model.  There was a wedding between the soul of Francis and the mind of God and children were born to this spiritual nuptial.  His brothers are the product of his love for God.

We are here, because Francis of Assisi loved God and man so much that his love cannot be forgotten.  It lives on in his Franciscan family.  We are here because we want to learn to die as saints should die, in the arms of God.

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Francis of Assisi, the Communion of Saints and His Sons


san franciscoThis is turning into the most amazing “St. Francis Week” that I’ve ever experienced.  I know that some people may not understand this, but there is no magic or mythology here.  The Communion of Saints is real and we can experience it in our lives.  Maybe we can’t experience it often; but it’s there.

On Saturday, another brother and I gave a talk on the Franciscans of Life and Project Joseph, our ministry to dads in crisis pregnancies.  We spoke before an audience of 350 or more people.  In order to prepare, Brother and I coordinated.  Before I knew it, we had fliers, a YouTube channel for the Franciscan Brothers of Life and a link to our web page, which I’m hoping that one of our brothers who is a geek can touch up, because it needs updating.

Nevertheless, during those few days leading up to the conference, Brother was also getting ready to leave town for a few days.  We had to work together, work quickly, work well and pray that everything would go without a glitch.  I should mention that Brother and I have never given a presentation together.

What transpired was incredible.  We not only presented and people loved the presentation, but we enjoyed being together and working on a common project.  I must state here that this brother is young enough to be my son.  I mean truly.  He’s actually three months older than my biological son.   However, no one would have noticed the age difference were it not for our physical appearance.  There was a harmony, comradery, and a sense offrancis and leo mission that held
us together.  It was Christ’s mission.  We were not preparing thing presentation for us, but for Christ and his Church.

The next day, Brother left for NY.  He had to travel to NY for research purposes.  No . . . he was not researching NY.  This was real science.  He was going to be gone from Sunday to Tuesday.   However, before he left, the other brothers texted and sent messages encouraging him and letting him know that they would be praying for his success.  We don’t’ all live in the same house.  In addition, some of our brothers are secular brothers, with spouses and children.  They have lives outside of the Franciscans of Life.  Yet, the Lord brought us together behind this young brother of ours who was leaving on what we considered an adventure that we wanted to support, because we knew that it means a great deal to him and it’s something that he enjoys doing.

Were it not for the Gospel, the Church and our Franciscan family spirit, we would never have met and maybe not even cared.  When all was said and done, the project is so technical and scientific that none of us understood a word of what Brother explained.  From where I’m sitting as superior, I’m seeing Christ and his apostles gathered in brotherhood after the Resurrection.  Christ had fulfilled his promise, “I will not leave you desolate; I will come to you” (John 14:18).

“Behold, I am with you and will keep you wherever you go, and will bring you back to this land; for I will not leave you until I have done that of which I have spoken to you” (Gen 28:15).

It is the presence of Christ in the lives of sinful men that keeps bringing us back through mutual love and support.

We have brothers in formation to be secular brothers and brothers in formation who will profess the evangelical counsels and are consecrated celibate brothers.  On Monday, Brother Leo, one of our celibate novices and I spent the day together.  We took the time to review the changes that have to be made to our habits to make them more practical.  Then I went for a doctor’s appointment and Brother went with me.  He brought me lunch, which was delicious.

That night, we had formation class for the men preparing for the consecrated life.  We remembered the one brother in NY.  Smack in the middle of the formation class, we decided to call NY to find that our brother was about to pray the Divine Office.  We put him on speaker phone and gathered round to share with him what was going on here in Florida and to find out how his mission was progressing.

This may sound small to many people, but the fact is that this is what speaks to us about Christ and his Apostles.  The brotherhood of the Franciscans of Life is built upon the brotherhood between Christ and his apostles.  The yearning to be together across the miles, the excitement of one brother’s success, and the desire to hear each other is very much the same as that of the Apostles after the Crucifixion when they thought they had lost it all.  They sat in the upper room longing for days gone by.  These men loved each other, because they had been loved by the Master.  They knew what love was, because they learned to love from Love himself.

As we progress along our journey as Franciscans of Life, we enter into a profound relationship of trust, concern, support, and family.  In this family, we find Christ who said, “For where two or three are gathered in my name, there am I in the midst of them.” (Mat 18:20).

Wednesday evening came and I’m sitting at the kitchen table with two aspirants planning the Transitus for October 3rd.   I’m going to ask you to imagine this scenario.  There is the superior general of a young community, but a superior general nonetheless.  There is a certain degree of respect that comes with that office.

But the beautiful part of this was that we began with prayer for the grace to plan the Transitus well.  We want it to be a true memorial of the life of St. Francis and a celebration of the gifts that God gave to the Church through Francis.  The whole time that we’re being very serious and reverent about the parts of the ritual, who’s going to do what and when, I’m also teasing the aspirants about many things, from their antics to the weight of the brother who will play St. Francis and whom we get to carry around.  Of course, the aspirants are dishing it back at me as quickly as I can dish it out to them.

During the course of the evening, I proposed a format for the Transitus, but I asked the aspirants what they thought of each proposal.  They gave their input and we made some changes.  Some things we could not change, because they’re part of tradition; but at least I learned from the aspirants about the importance of working with each other as brothers, allowing the Holy Spirit to move freely and guide us.

Brothers keep their superior company as he catches his breadth.

Brothers keep their superior company as he catches his breadth.

My brothers teach me much more than what I teach them and they don’t realize it.  

We finally ended the evening at 1:00 AM celebrating and discussing our work, spiritual experiences and our journeys.  We even shared our struggles with sin and what we do to overcome them.

Why am I telling you all of this?  Because as we get ready to celebrate the feast day of our Holy Father Francis, the Communion of Saints becomes more evident.  We are brought together by the love and respect that he taught us to have for each other and for all of our brothers and sisters. But Francis is not the source of that love and respect.  He is not the source of that joy that we experience in all of these moments of family life.  Francis is the master teacher.

blessing of st francisHe has taught us how to find love, respect and joy in Jesus Christ, through Jesus Christ.   From him we have learned how to find Jesus through our brothers and sisters in the Church militant, the Church suffering and the Church triumphant.    In one simple term, our Franciscan experience is one of an apostolic family united with its redeemer through the Communion of Saints.

This Communion of Saints allows us to experience and share with the world the love and peace that Christ and his apostles shared.  The feast of St. Francis is really a celebration of the wonders that God has reserved for the pleasure of the Communion of Saints.

God’s Love: What’s the dose?


We sometimes forget that God loves us far more than we love ourselves.  I’ve had a difficult week with pneumonia, again.  By Saturday morning, I knew that I was headed for trouble.  I awoke my poor doctor at 5:00 AM with shallow breathing and glucose levels through the roof.  I really felt badly. The man works hard, has young children and who knows how much he gets to sleep during the week.

Needless to say that his service paged him and he responded immediately.  As soon as I told him the problem, I could almost hear him wake up at the other end.  He asked me to hang up for a few minutes and promised to call back.  In less than five minutes, the phones rings and I hear a very polite voice, “Brother Jay?”  It was my doctor.  He had gone to his computer, searched a database, read the notes from another of my doctors and figured out the problem.  Now he had to find a solution.  He explained the problem and told me to hang up again.  Within minutes he was back on the line.  He had spoken to the local 24 hour pharmacy and had asked the pharmacist to prepare a special batch of insulin for me and requested that it be quick.  Shortly after he hung up, the pharmacy called.  The insulin was ready.  I just had to send someone to pick it up.  In the meantime, the doctor called me three more times on Saturday to check up on me and have me read him my glucose levels.  How many doctors spend that much time on one patient on their day off?

Divine PhysicianBut the story does not end there.  That was only the beginning.  I sent out a text to the brothers asking for their prayers.  Within minutes, the brothers were calling me from different cities in the area.  They were concerned.  Some headed for the nearest Blessed Sacrament chapel.  Brother Bernard came and spent the day with me.  He arrived at 11:30 AM and remained until 11PM.  I truly appreciated it, because his company kept my mind occupied. Normally, I would have been waiting to see the glucose levels drop, maybe worrying about my diet and spend the day feeling miserable.   In the meantime, the other brothers continued to call during the day, all day Saturday.

When Sunday morning rolled around, I felt better enough to attend Holy Mass.  I checked my morning glucose and to my surprise, it was normal, so I didn’t take the insulin.  I went to mass.  As I was leaving, Brother Masseo called to tell me that he was driving in from another city about 25 miles away to spend the day with me.  The folks in my house had to take care of their jobs.  There was some concern about whether I should stay alone or not.  Brother Masseo was not part of this conversation.  He didn’t even know that it was taking place.  His call and offer to come spend the day was like a prayer come true.  We met up at my home again, after mass.

Brother brought me lunch, which was delicious.  Normally, I test my glucose before meals, but I felt fine and did not do it.  Two hours after lunch, I checked and to my pleasant surprise, it was normal.  I checked three times.  Each time, it was normal.  I spent an entire day insulin free, the first in a long time.

When Julian arrived, Masseo left.  He was going to drive 25 miles to go home and finish another assignment.  But there were also phone calls and texts from brothers as far away as 60 miles.  Finally, it was Sunday evening and once again the telephone rang.  It was my doctor again.  He wanted to check in on me and make sure that everything was OK.  I imagesCA84KBW0explained to him that I was fine and told him about my insulin free day. Ha sked me if I had done anything different, which I had not.  He then said my normal was not normal for diabetics.    I explained that God loves us through the people he places in our lives, beginning with him and moving along to my Franciscan Brothers of Life.  The only explanation that I could give him is that

GOD’S LOVE COMES IN LARGE DOSES.

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