MASS SCHEDULE: 10 - 17 MAY
SAINT
JOSEPH CHURCH
GIRARDVILLE

Saturday, 09 May
Vigil of Sunday
05:30 pm — NICHOLAS BIRSTER
by Jean Birster Weist

Sunday, 10 May
6th Sunday of Easter
11:30 am — MARY ROWLAND
by Eileen Rowland

Monday, 11 May
Easter Weekday
08:00 am — FRANCES BURNS
rescheduled from 06 May

Wednesday, 13 May
Our Lady of Fatima (OptMem)
08:00 am — BETTY DROSEY
by Jim and Denise Maloney
Vigil of the Ascension of the Lord
07:00 pm — HENRY A. WAYNE
by his wife, Eileen

Thursday, 14 May
The Ascension of the Lord (Sol)
12:00 noon — God’s blessings on SISTER MARY RAYMOND, OP
by her sister, Carolyn

Friday, 15 May
St. Isidore the Farmer (OptMem)
08:00 am — Rev. THOMAS HORAN
by George V. Scrobol (+)

Saturday, 16 May
Easter Weekday
08:00 am — HENRY A. WAYNE
by Connie Blozusky
Vigil of Sunday
05:30 pm — REGINA SIMONONIS
by Joe Muredda

Sunday, 17 May
7th Sunday of Easter
11:30 am — MARY KESSLER HOMOVICH
by Joe and Jean Kessler

 MASS SCHEDULE: 10 - 17 MAY
SAINT
VINCENT dePAUL CHURCH
GIRARDVILLE 
     

Saturday, 09 May
Vigil of Sunday
04:00 pm — MARY POWLICK
by John and Barbara Petrousky

Sunday, 10 May
6th Sunday of Easter
08:30 am — Deceased: HOLY NAME SOCIETY
by the HNS

Tuesday, 12 May
SS. Nereus and Achilleus, martyrs;
St. Pancras, martyr (OptMems)
08:00 am — MARLENE J. PARFITT
(1st anniversary)
by Charles Marquardt, Jean Ann Parfitt and Harry Parfitt

Wednesday, 13 May
Vigil of the Ascension of the Lord
04:00 pm — God’s blessings on JIM SASAK
by Virginia Chillis

Thursday, 14 May
The Ascension of the Lord (Sol)
07:00 pm — JOAN GORMAS
by Edna Labie and family

Saturday, 16 May
Vigil of Sunday
04:00 pm — Deceased: BERNOTAS FAMILY
by Bernice Yackera

Sunday, 17 May
7th Sunday of Easter
08:30 am — Deceased: CONNELL / KARVOIS FAMILIES
by the Connell family

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 01


COLLECTION TOTALS FROM LAST WEEKEND:
02 /03 MAY


Saint Joseph Parish
:
Receipts for parish purposes: $691.00 from the Sunday envelopes; $42.00 from the plate; $242.00 from the Dues envelopes; $10.00 from the Building maintenance envelopes; $68.00 from the loose.
Total: $1,053.00
Receipts for non-parish purposes: — 0 —
Analysis: When one deducts from the total of the receipts for parish purposes ($1,053.00) our weekly financial obligation to the Diocese, i.e. assessments ($269.31), plus our weekly premium for various insurances ($311.91), plus our weekly subsidy to Trinity Academy ($308.04), the sum total of which is $889.26, one sees that $163.74 is available from this collection for operating the parish.

Saint Vincent dePaul Parish:
Receipts for parish purposes: $893.00 from the Sunday envelopes; $73.00 from the plate; $185.00 from the Dues envelopes; $30.00 from the Building maintenance envelopes;$134.00 from the loose.
Total: $1,315.00
Receipts for non-parish purposes: — 0 —
Analysis: When one deducts from the total of the receipts for parish purposes ($1,315.00) our weekly financial obligation to the Diocese, i.e. assessments ($231.00), plus our weekly premium for various insurances ($336.72), plus our weekly subsidy to Trinity Academy ($215.85), the sum total of which is $783.57, one sees that $531.43 is available from this collection for operating the parish.

CONFESSION SCHEDULE THIS WEEK

Tuesday, 12 May
02:30 to 3:30 pm
St. Vincent dePaul Church

Thursday, 14 May
06:00 to 07:00 pm
St. Vincent dePaul Church

Friday, 15 May
06:30 to 07:30 pm
St. Joseph Chapel

EXPOSITION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT

Tuesday, 12 May
02:00 to 04:00 pm
St. Vincent dePaul Church
Scripture Rosary at about 03:40 pm
concluding with Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament

Friday, 15 May
06:00 to 08:00 pm
St. Joseph Chapel
Vespers (Evening Prayer) at about 07:30 pm
followed by Chaplet of Divine Mercy,
concluding with Benediction of the Blessed Sacrament

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RONALD J. RUTKO
and
JULIA A. WILLIS

received the Sacrament of Matrimony on Wednesday, 06 May 2015 in the Chapel of Saint Joseph Church.
In the presence of “a duly authorized priest and two witnesses”, the two became husband and wife in the eyes of God and of the Catholic Church.
They exchanged with one another the vows “to have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, until death do us part”.
After they had exchanged rings with one another, the priest then ratified their sacred covenant.
May the Lord Jesus Christ and His holy Mother help them all the days of their life.
Ronald is the son of the late Costy and Marian (Sharp) Rutko.
Julia is the daughter of the late William H. and Elva M. (Sherman) Willis.
God bless you, Mr. and Mrs. Rutko!
MISSION CO-OP VISITOR
Next weekend — 16 / 17 May — Father Robert Jalbert of the Maryknoll Fathers and Brothers, will speak at all the Masses. Father Jalbert has served as a missionary in Kenya and Tanzania. He is currently the Director for Mission Education and Promotion for the Maryknoll Fathers and Brothers. He will invite us to take part in the vital work of bringing Christ and His Gospel to all people.
While at the parish, Fr. Jalbert will be happy to talk with any parishioners who might be interested in doing overseas mission work.
HERE IS A CUTE STORY I heard this past week from Msgr. Ed Zemanek, pastor of St. Ambrose Parish, Schuylkill. He vouches that it is a true story! It happened during his tenure as pastor in McAdoo.
Msgr. Z initiated the practice of having the lector announce to the congregation before each Mass: “Please turn off your cellphones before Mass starts, together with any other electronic devices you might have with you.”
One weekend, an elderly woman in the congregation said out loud for all to hear: “Is it okay if I leave my pacemaker on?”
I’m not sure what the lector said in reply. I presume he offered no objection!
Later, the woman said that she had been waiting a while to build up the courage to ask that question out loud!

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 03



REQUIEM FOR A PARISH

by Emily Stimpson

It was built by Polish immigrants, workers in the steel mill and the glass factory that sat along the bend in the Ohio River. The Poles were poor, poorer than the Irishmen who built St. Peter’s less than a quarter of a mile away, and poorer even than the Italians who erected Holy Name Parish on the opposite side of town.
Their poverty was evident in the church’s pillars, made of wood not marble. Pine not oak went into the construction of the long pews lining the center aisle. Some skilled artisan, however, with tricks of paint and stain, did give the pews the look of tightly grained oak. His work was good. Only now, ninety-five years later, do chips in the paint reveal the secret.
The parishioners spent their money wisely, money that would have gone towards meat for their Sunday dinners, new coats for their wives, and sweets for their children if not for their dream of a Polish parish. They splurged on the stained glass, with its images from the Bible glowing in red, purple, and gold. The statues and the high altar that filled the narrow sanctuary were also extravagances.
On Sundays, the Polish parents would bundle their American children in layers of wool to protect them from the winds and the wet of the Ohio winter. Or they would wrestle them into their Sunday best, defying the stifling heat, thick with the river and the stench from the mills. Then, as a family, they would walk up the hill to St. Stanislaus Catholic Church.
They didn’t have far to walk. The Poles had built their parish in the midst of their own neighborhood, tiny bungalows and four-squares crowded close on either side of narrow streets. Perched halfway up the hill, between the overflowing downtown and the new developments on the bluffs, the parish towered over all the city’s other churches, Protestant and Catholic alike. Inside their church, named after their homeland’s greatest saint, they heard the gospel read in their native tongue and sang the hymns of their grandfathers. Inside, they were home.
The years passed. The wives’ coats grew thinner still as they launched the building fund for the new school. Spacious classrooms, a crucifix over every door, and rows of desks for little children whose last names contained an excessive number of consonants, that was their second dream. When it finally opened, it was staffed by an army of nuns, kind and stern, young and old, all in black.
More years passed. More baptisms, more weddings, more funerals. They put a kitchen in the basement and outfitted the classrooms with microscopes and maps. Their American children grew up and grew wealthy. Those were the days when steel was king, but, slowly, the neighborhood started to change. The American children’s children moved away from the valley and the bluffs, where the smell of steel still lingered. Two miles away the air was cleaner and the homes were newer. At first, they drove back to the church their grandparents built, but the narrow streets had little room for their Chevys and their Buicks. Parking below the hill and walking up was not convenient. So they joined the new parish by their new homes, the one made of glass and steel. Then came the upheaval of the 1960s and 1970s, and along with it a series of pastors who didn’t know the old ways. They took down the high altar, sold the statues, and ripped out the altar rails. The candles stopped burning. The choir loft stood empty. The organ was silent.
More years. More funerals. Precious few baptisms. Steel was no longer king. The school closed when there were not enough children to fill the desks. The bishop shut up the rectory, and the parish began to share a priest with the Irish parish. Daily Masses stopped. One Sunday Mass remained. And the faithful remnant scattered in the pews were too poor, too old, and too few to think of bringing back the statues and the high altar for which their parents had sacrificed countless ginger drops and ice cream sodas so many years ago.

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This Sunday, if you walked into St. Stan’s around 09:30 am, you would see two to three dozen parishioners, gray-haired and bent; one, maybe two young families who for one reason or another weren’t going to the 11:00 am Mass at St. Peter’s; and several pews filled with young people in their twenties and early thirties, attractive, stylishly dressed, decidedly out of place. Those young people properly belong ten blocks away, in the chapel of Franciscan University of Steubenville. They have come to this otherwise forgotten corner of the Ohio Valley to study and work at the school, a sort of Mecca for the American Catholic faithful.
While they pray in the silence of St. Stanislaus, alongside grandmothers in polyester pants and grandfathers in short-sleeved shirts and ties, their peers are packed into Christ the King Chapel. A dozen priests line the sanctuary and the singing echoes in the street. Inside the chapel, the faith is visibly alive. It is an eclectic harmony of crying eyes and praying hands, of bohemian skirts, worn flip-flops, and brown scapulars, of contemporary Christian music and ancient liturgical rites. It is the universal Church, new every morning. The young people come from every state in the nation, the descendants of immigrants from the East and West, North and South. They are converts, reverts, and lifelong Catholics. They are passionate about their faith, and they know nothing of Catholic ghettos and Polish hymns.
There are hundreds if not thousands of St. Stanislauses scattered across America, immigrant parishes whose days are ending. But there are few who stand so close to this newer, younger, untamed Catholicism. To see them both, to walk from one to the other, is to stand between two ages. Or perhaps, more accurately, it is to stand at the point where one age gives way to the next.
And in a way, that’s why the small band of young adults makes their way to St. Stanislaus each week. Because they know what was is passing away. And they want to hold on to it for just a little bit longer. Not because they reject the new. Rather, they hold on because, while they still can, they want to understand what was best and most beautiful in the last age, the age where for a few glorious decades churches like St. Stanislaus embodied the Catholic faith in America.
They know the practice of the faith was no more perfect then than it is now. Clericalism and a dry scholasticism drained much of its vitality away. Culture, not catechesis, was the framework that held the immigrant American Catholic Church together. And when the culture collapsed, so did the faith of a generation. But, for all those problems, it was a beautiful chapter in the life of the Church, filled with simple faith, devotion, and sacrifice. There were many babies and many nuns, many people willing to give for the Christ they adored. There were men and women who saw in their humble little parish a glimpse of heaven.
Ninety-five years have passed since St. Stanislaus was built. And this year will be its last. A few months ago, the bishop of Steubenville announced that soon the doors of the parish will close forever. A few hundred immigrants’ dream will then stand empty until the day the wrecking ball comes and the diocese sells the property back to the city. It was a beautiful dream while it lasted, and in the hearts of those who learned from it, the heart of the dream, the sacrifice of the faithful and the poetry of a parish will linger still.

Emily Stimpson lives in Steubenville, Ohio. She is one of the foremost Catholic journalists and writers in the USA today. A friend of mine, she has been a guest on several occasions at St. Vincent dePaul Rectory, Girardville. She wrote this particular essay in 2006. It was printed in First Things. It touched my heart when I first read it and I thought it would make good reading for the folks in Girardville. You can read other writings by Emily at www.emilystimpson.com

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 05


DEAR ABBY
with commentary, of course!

The following appeared in the 05 May 2015 edition of the Pottsville Republican.

DEAR ABBY:
Our amazing daughters are in their late 20s. Both of them are independent, intelligent and loving. The four of us have a special bond. My wife and I have always been supportive in all aspects of our daughters’ lives, and that will never change.
They have been dating great guys over the past five years whom we believe they will ultimately marry. The problem? My wife and I were raised with certain values, and our daughters have recently moved in with their boyfriends. We do not approve, but respect their decisions as adults.
One daughter plans to have an open-house party celebrating their new place. She’s upset that my wife and I have indicated we won’t be attending, because doing so would be difficult and against our beliefs. We have understood her decision, but she does not appear to respect ours. Are we wrong to take this stance?
AGAINST THE TIDE IN NEW JERSEY

DEAR AGAINST:
I think so. Your daughter is an adult. Do you plan to continue her and the man you say you approve of until they tie the knot? She and her boyfriend have been a couple for five years now, and their relationship appears to be progressing nicely.
It’s not unusual for couples today to live together. I see nothing to be gained by skipping their open house — but I do see something to lose.
ABBY

MY COMMENT ON ALL OF THE ABOVE
These “amazing daughters” may very well be “independent, intelligent and loving”. I have no argument to make with that. But I would like to suggest a fourth adjective: “immoral”.
So, that makes “two amazing daughters” who are “independent, intelligent, loving and immoral”.
I know, I know, I know, I know! Let me cut you off at the pass! Believe me when I tell you, I know!!! What do I know?
I know that somebody reading this is saying, “There goes that judgmental priest again! How dare he sit in judgment on these two young women? How dare he say that they are immoral?! Who does he think he is?! It’s priests like him who are driving people out of the Catholic Church!”
I am much too polite to say what I think, which is: “Ho hum! Fiddle-dee-dee! Go pound sand!”
It is fornication to have sexual relations with a person to whom one is not married, and it is Sin Against the Holy Ghost to deny that it is fornication to have sexual relations with a person to whom one is not married!
Moreover, on the rather safe assumption that the two amazing daughters have been contracepting with their boyfriends over the past five years or so and probably plan to continue to do so into the indefinite future, the two amazing daughters and their boyfriends are also sodomites. Contraception is a form of sodomy, you know. Or, if you didn’t know, now you do know!
But that’s not my main point. It is highly unlikely that I can say or do anything to dissuade the two amazing daughters from their chosen path. If they choose to travel the broad highway to destruction, I pity them, but I doubt that they have any concern for what I have to say.
However, I’d like to make a shot at saving the parents of the two amazing daughters.
So, to the parents, I say: DO NOT — I repeat — DO NOT WAVER from your decision not to attend the Open House one of your amazing daughters is holding in order to celebrate moving in with her boyfriend!
Abby tells you otherwise. Of course Abby tells you otherwise! Abby is a non-believer! Abby gets paid a very good buck by her syndicators for following the party line. Whose party line? The party line of the person known as “the Ruler of this World”. If you don’t know who “the Ruler of this World” is, he is “the Ancient Serpent”, “the Prince of Darkness”.
On the contrary, yours truly does not get paid a dime for putting this stuff into the bulletin, although I hope to get a merit badge in the world to come.
You say that you “respect” your amazing daughters’ decisions to move in with their boyfriends, even though their decisions go “against [y]our beliefs”! Good grief, man! That’s schizophrenic! How can you possibly respect decisions that contradict your moral principles? Don’t you see that your daughter who is giving the Open House party and is upset with you for (possibly) not attending does not respect either you or your moral principles? Let her twist in the wind!

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 06



IF WE DON’T GIVE HIM A PARTY, HE MIGHT NOT LEAVE!!
(So, for crying out loud, let’s give him a party!)
The dinner for the retiring pastor is scheduled for Sunday, 14 June, at 03:00 pm in the St. Vincent dePaul Parish Hall.
He won’t actually be departing until 01 July, but it might be a good idea to hold the party in advance, so as to remind him that he has to leave.
Tickets for the event are $15.00 for an adult and $7.00 for a child.
You can get a ticket at the Rectory or from one of the Holy Rosary ladies and Holy Name men at St. Vincent de Paul church and Wade O. Richards at St. Joseph Church.

DO YOU THINK THAT DZOKHAR TSARNAEV, the Boston Marathon Bomber, should be sentenced to death or to life in prison without parole?
Last time I checked, the jury was still out on this decision.
If I were on the jury, I would vote for — and, if necessary, would hold out for — a sentence of life in prison without parole.
I respectfully suggest that, if you are of a different opinion, you haven’t really engaged your Catholic faith in coming to a decision.
Looking at it from a strictly secular point of view, I would say that young Mr. Tsarnaev would be getting off too easy if he were sentenced to death — I presume “by lethal injection”. I think he should be given the next fifty or sixty years (however long he lives) to experience the very considerable inconvenience of life in prison and to meditate on what a jerk he is (or was). With his intelligence and his good looks, he could probably have made a very nice life for himself in the USA. But he chose otherwise. So be it! I have no desire to see him made a martyr for murderous Islamic jihadism.
Now, looking at it from the vantage point of Catholic faith, I say this: It is wrong to exact vengeance. While it is not wrong to kill someone in self-defense, it is wrong to kill someone after the fact! What’s done is done. It is not self-defense to kill a murderer after he has been subdued, apprehended, incarcerated.
Here are some recent (13 Feb 2015) words on the subject of capital punishment from our own Metropolitan Archbishop, the Most Reverend Charles J. Chaput, Archbishop of Philadelphia and One Smart Cookie to boot:

“Turning away from capital punishment does not diminish our support for the families of murder victims. They bear a terrible burden of grief and they rightly demand justice. But killing the guilty does not honor the dead nor does it ennoble the living. When we take a guilty person’s life we only add to the violence in an already violent culture and we demean our own dignity in the process.”
THE CANDLE in front of the Infant of Prague statue at St. Vincent dePaul Church burns this week in loving memory of Mary Powlick, at the request of John and Barbara Petrousky.
HERE’S WHY! In case you wonder why Fr. Connolly has been distributing Holy Communion with his left hand lately, the reason is this: Carpal tunnel syndrome in his right hand makes it precarious for him to hold the Sacred Host securely with the fingers of that hand. Surgery is scheduled for 26 May. I am hoping that will solve the problem.

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 07


 The ASCENSION
of
the LORD JESUS
into
HEAVEN

A Holyday of Obligation

MASS SCHEDULE

Wednesday, 13 May
04:00 pm
St. Vincent dePaul Church
*****
07:00 pm
St. Joseph Chapel

Thursday, 14 May
12:00 noon
St. Joseph Chapel
*****
07:00 pm
St. Vincent dePaul Church

Please remember that the obligation to attend Mass on Ascension Day is of the same level of gravity as is the obligation to attend Mass on a Sunday.

stjos/stvdp: 05.10.2015 - 08


 

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