17 / 18 NOVEMBER
Saint Joseph Parish
Saint Francis deSales Parish
Tuesday, 27 November
6:00 to 7:00 p.m.
at St. Joseph's
6:00 to 7:00 p.m.
at St. Joseph's
4:30 to 5:30 p.m.
at St. Francis deSales'
THE SANCTUARY LAMP at St. Joseph Church is offered, during
the week of 25 November - 01 Dec, in loving memoery of Elanore
B. Tegano Folino, at the request of her husbanf, Jack.
Darla Reed Fabiani
Theresa M. Kesten
Rose Marie Catalini Pluswick
Deanne D. Stevenson
Mary Julian Strunak
Cayla R. Becker
Katie A. O'Donnell
Angelo M. Sedicino
Theresa Kovaluski Ayello
Edith Recla Manley
H. Robert Piccioni Jr.
Heather T. Rodgers
Peter A. Joy
John C. Whitney
C. Christopher Morris Jr.
Angela Giacoia Alati
In last weekend's bulletin, we noted that Megan L. McCord was on the Honor Roll, but we neglected to specify that she had received First Honors! What were we thinking of?
Not only that, but we totally neglected to mention that her elder sister, Kelly A. McCord, was on the Honor Roll! Kelly is in 12th grade at PAHS. We understand that Kelly Ann has done nothing but cry all week because her name was not in the bulletin. She even stayed in her room all Thanksgiving Day and refused to eat. We certainly feel bad about that and hope she will come out now! Maybe there is some cranberry sauce or pumpkin pie left over for her to eat.
MASS AT NURSING HOME
This coming Friday is the last Friday of the month. That is the day (usually) when we go to Schuylkill Manor Nursing Home for the monthly Mass. As you know, you are invited to attend this Mass. In fact, we will be happy to see you there: Friday, 30 November, at 2:30 p.m. No Mass at StFdS that day.
The above was in last weekend's bulletin.
And we are happy to say that WE
HAVE A WINNER!
Born: 25 November 1914
Died: 02 October 1936
Beatified: 28 October 2007
Prisión Provincial. Jaén, 1 de octubre de 1936.
Maruja del alma:
Tu recuerdo me acompañará a la tumba y mientras haya un latido en mi corazón, éste palpitará en cariño hacia ti. Dios ha querido sublimar estos afectos terrenales, ennobleciéndolos cuando los amamos en Él.
Por eso, aunque en mis últimos días Dios es mi lumbrera y mi anhelo, no impide que el recuerdo de la persona más querida me acompañe hasta la hora de la muerte.
Estoy asistido por muchos sacerdotes que, cual bálsamo benéfico, van derramando los tesoros de la Gracia dentro de mi alma, fortificándola; miro la muerte de cara y en verdad te digo que ni me asusta ni la temo.
Mi sentencia en el tribunal de los hombres será mi mayor defensa ante el Tribunal de Dios; ellos, al querer denigrarme, me han ennoblecido; al querer sentenciarme, me han absuelto, y al intentar perderme, me han salvado. ¿Me entiendes? ¡Claro está! Puesto que al matarme me dan la verdadera vida y al condenarme por defender siempre los altos ideales de Religión, Patria y Familia, me abren de para en par las puertas de los cielos.
Mis restos serán inhumados en un nicho de este cementerio de Jaén; cuando me quedan pocas horas para el definitivo reposo, sólo quiero pedirte una cosa: que en recuerdo del amor que nos tuvimos, y que en este instante se acrecienta, atiendas como objetivo principal a la salvación de tu alma, porque de esa manera conseguiremos reunirnos en el cielo para toda la eternidad, donde nada nos separará.
¡Hasta entonces, pues, Maruja de mi alma! No olvides que desde el cielo te miro, y procura ser modelo de mujeres cristianas, pues al final de la partida, de nada sirven los bienes y goces terrenales, si no acertamos a salvar el alma.
Un pensamiento de reconocimiento para toda tu familia, y para ti todo mi amor sublimado en las horas de la muerte. No me olvides, Maruja mía, y que mi recuerdo te sirva siempre para tener presente que existe otra vida mejor, y que el conseguirla debe ser la máxima aspiración.
Sé fuerte y rehace tu vida, eres joven y buena, y tendrás la ayuda de Dios que yo imploraré desde su Reino. Hasta la eternidad, pues, donde continuaremos amándonos por los siglos de los siglos.
Provincial prison of Jaen, Oct. 1, 1936
My dearest Maruja:
Your memory will remain with me to the grave and, as long as the slightest throb stirs my heart, it will beat for love of you. God has deemed fit to sublimate these worldly affections, ennobling them when we love each other in him.
Though in my final days, God is my light and what I long for, this does not mean that the recollection of the one dearest to me will not accompany me until the hour of my death.
I am assisted by many priests who -- what a sweet comfort -- pour out the treasures of grace into my soul, strengthening it. I look death in the eye and, believe my words, it does not daunt me or make me afraid.
My sentence before the court of mankind will be my soundest defense before God's court; in their effort to revile me, they have ennobled me; in trying to sentence me, they have absolved me, and by attempting to lose me, they have saved me. Do you see what I mean? Why, of course! Because in killing me, they grant me true life and in condemning me for always upholding the highest ideals of religion, country and family, they swing open before me the doors of heaven.
My body will be buried in a grave in this cemetery of Jaen; while I am left with only a few hours before that definitive repose, allow me to ask but one thing of you: that in memory of the love we shared, which at this moment is enhanced, that you would take on as your primary objective the salvation of your soul. In that way, we will procure our reuniting in heaven for all eternity, where nothing will separate us.
Goodbye, until that moment, then, dearest Maruja! Do not forget that I am looking at you from heaven, and try to be a model Christian woman, since, in the end, worldly goods and delights are of no avail if we do not manage to save our souls.
My thoughts of gratitude to all your family and, for you, all my love, sublimated in the hours of death. Do not forget me, my Maruja, and let my memory always remind you there is a better life, and that attaining it should constitute our highest aspiration.
Be strong and make a new life; you are young and kind, and you will have God's help, which I will implore upon you from his kingdom. Goodbye, until eternity, then, when we shall continue to love each other for life everlasting.
WHO IS BLESSED BARTOLOME?
Bartolome Blanco Marquez was born in Pozoblanco, Cordoba, Spain on 25 November 1914.
Orphaned as a child, he was raised by his aunt and uncle and worked as a chair maker. He was an outstanding student at the Salesian school of Pozoblanco and also helped out as a catechist. At the age of 18 he was elected secretary of a youth division of Catholic Action in Pozoblanco.
He was imprisoned in that city on 18 August 1936, when he was on leave from military service. On 24 September 1936, he was moved to a prison in Jaen, where he was held with fifteen priests and other laymen. There he was judged, condemned to death and shot on 2 October 1936.
During his trial, Bartolome remained true
to his faith and his religious convictions. He did not protest
his death sentence and told the court that if he lived he would
continue being an active Catholic.
"May this be my last will: forgiveness, forgiveness, forgiveness; but indulgence, which I wish to be accompanied by doing them as much good as possible. Therefore, I ask you to avenge me with the vengeance of a Christian: returning much good to those that have tried to do me evil," he wrote to his relatives.
On the day of his execution he left his cell barefoot, in order to be more conformed to Christ. He kissed his handcuffs, surprising the guards that cuffed him. He refused to be shot from behind. "Whoever dies for Christ should do so facing forward and standing straight."
"Long live Christ the King!" he shouted as he fell to the ground under a shower of bullets.
People who make it a point to let other people know that they are acquainted with persons in high places are really pathetic. They lack self respect. They have so little to offer from their own resources, they try to ride on the coattails of others. They are more to be pitied than censured. I should know. I am a prime example.
Let me tell you about Cardinal Foley and me. Pull up a chair.
There is a man who was appointed Cardinal recently. Today (Saturday, 24 Nov 07), he received his cardinal's ring from Pope Benedict XVI. This man's name is John Cardinal Foley. Cardinal Foley and I were in college together. He was two years ahead of me. He graduated from St. Joseph College (University), Philadelphia in 1957. I graduated in 1959.
During the two years when he and I shared the same campus, we were (strange as it seems and I kid you not) frequently confused for one another. (He had more hair then.)
He and I used to joke about it. I remember Father Geib, the Dean of Men, congratulating me on "what a splendid job" I had done in a certain debate tournament. I thanked him but told him he was confusing me with John Foley. I told John about this. He laughed and said that some faculty member had commended him on "what a splendid job" he had done in a certain Shakespearean play. He said that he pointed out to the faculty member that he meant Ed Connolly.
When John was appointed bishop (actually archbishop), I went to Philadelphia to congratulate him. He thanked me and told me that he wasn't sure if his appointment was the result of another mix-up. I assured him that it most definitely was not.
God bless John Cardinal Foley. He is a wonderful man: bright, humble, holy and funny. May God preserve him in His love for many years to come.
His friends have been joking for years that we look forward to John being elected Pope someday, so that we can call him "Your Foleyness".
The following items are taken
To the Catholics of Schuylkill
County: Our ancestors
did not come here and put all that hard work into building our
churches just to have them closed down a hundred years later.
The diocese has plenty of money and, as the Saint Clair caller
said, there are enough priests in Africa and Poland to help us.
There is no reason to close our churches. Write or call the
bishop and let him know we care about our parishes and want them
Let's talk about (a).
Now, let's talk about (b):
Something must be done about
the cemeteries in the Heights. Dogs are
running all over the place and on the graves. Either the police
have to enforce this or the priests have to do something about
this. It is getting out of control.
PRAYER OF PETITION IN PREPARATION FOR CHRISTMAS
Hail and blessed be the hour and moment
It is piously believed that whoever recites the above prayer fifteen times a day from the feast of Saint Andrew (30 November) until Christmas will obtain what is asked. With this in mind, I encourage anyone who reads this bulletin to pray this prayer as recommended above and to have some particular intention or intentions in mind. We who know God are not uncomfortable asking Him for favors, while at the same time we are not so superficial as to sit in judgment on God as to whether or not we think He has responded appropriately to our petition. He is God. He will do as He sees fit. At the same time, He is our Father. He will do what is best for us. [EBC]
SAINT FRANCIS deSALES CHURCH
Vigil of Christ the King
6:00 p.m. - SUSAN REILLY KANE
Christ the King
9:15 a.m. -DICK YUENGLING Sr.
by Nancy Dunbrowney Haag
12:15 p.m. - ESTELLE WEINER PURCELL
by Helen Carr and family
10:00 a.m. - God's Blessings on
DAVID and SUSAN (Branca) THYE
(41st wedding anniversary)
by their family
Vigil of Sunday
6:00 p.m. - DOMENICA ["Mamie"] DeMATTEO LaSELVA
by the Rinaldo family
First Sunday of Advent
9:15 a.m. - God's Blessings on
SISTER MARY RAYMOND, OP
by her sister, Carolyn
12:15 p.m. - WILLIAM E. BRENNAN
by his brother, Vincent, and his sister, Anne