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From Empty Hands: May 2015

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, May 31, 2015. I'm not sure if I wasn't clear or they weren't paying attention, but one couple on the way out of Mass this morning asked, "So, have you ever met your birth parents? I've heard it said that "adoption is growing in your mother's heart instead of her tummy." That even more true when applied to our heavenly Father. The Solemnity of the Most Holy Trinity. I was born on October 8, 1974,. By this point,.

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From Empty Hands: Slip'n Slide

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, July 12, 2015. A very quick post before heading off to summer camp. Last Thursday, I climbed up and over Mount Colden (4715 ft), #11 among the 46 High Peaks of the Adirondacks. Passing Marcy Dam (or, I should say, what's left of it), I got my first glimpses of the peak. I took the trail past Lake Arnold. To the lower, northern summit, from which there were views (despite the low clouds) of my approaching destination.

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From Empty Hands: April 2015

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, April 26, 2015. Fourth Sunday of Easter. What do you get if you cross. An angry sheep with a grumpy cow? An animal that’s in a b-a-a-a-d mooood. I wish the only things for which I had to apologize. Were my lousy jokes. Last Sunday, I was stopped by a gentleman after Mass. He’s not Catholic, but his wife and kids are,. And for years now he’s regularly come to church with them. I get awfully frustrated.”. Pardon me f...

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From Empty Hands: Nice Cat

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Saturday, May 2, 2015. The beautiful weather on Thursday took me up Catamount Mountain (3166 ft.), which pretty much stands alone right above the lean to on Taylor Pond. Where I camped in March- and not all that far away from the lean to on Cooper Kiln Pond. Where we camped in December. The trail is not only up, over, and around a whole lot of rock. In my book, that all translates into a great deal of fun! But almost a 360...

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From Empty Hands: Natural Encounters

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Wednesday, April 1, 2015. So, I've had a couple of "up close" movements with the natural world this Holy Week. Subscribe to: Post Comments (Atom). Homilies (and other assorted musings) of a Catholic priest from New York’s North Country. View my complete profile. Not Lost At All. Precepts of the Church. Jesus is still calling. Is he calling you? The US. Conference of Catholic Bishops. The Diocese of Ogdensburg. No violence ...

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From Empty Hands: June 2015

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Tuesday, June 30, 2015. I arrived in the evening, and set up my tent in the midst of the really cool, large rocks that surround the campsite. And I got my tent up just in time before it started to sprinkle. And just after I shut out the lights at 10:00pm.it started to pour. A great test for my tent, and it passed with flying colors. I was up early the next morning, in time to take in a spectacular sunrise. When—of co...

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From Empty Hands: July 2015

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, July 26, 2015. So, you'll see that this one is a sermon and a half.but that's because it includes the introduction to a five-part homily series that it's been on my heart to do for quite awhile. The happy coincidence of Fr. Scott's upcoming trip and five Sunday's of gospel readings taken from chapter 6 of the Gospel of John told me now was the time to do it. Seventeenth Sunday in Ordinary Time. What amazed him most.

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From Empty Hands: November 2014

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, November 30, 2014. Not a Part of It. After the anticpated Mass, a parishioner slipped a few bucks in my pocket and said, "Put this in the CD donation box and ease your conscience.". First Sunday of Advent. My best find on Black Friday. Was not in a store, but in a church. My dad almost always goes. To the 7:00am daily Mass. At St Peter’s in Plattsburgh. And, since I was home,. After I’d concelebrated the Mass.

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From Empty Hands: Amazing Grace

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, July 5, 2015. Fourteenth Sunday in Ordinary Time. A funeral director called in a bagpiper. To play at the graveside service for a homeless man. Without family or friends,. The deceased was to be buried. In a pauper’s field in the backcountry. The bagpiper wasn’t familiar with the area,. But refused to stop for directions,. And so finally arrived a whole hour late. There was no hearse, no clergy, no funeral director,.

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From Empty Hands: March 2015

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I have been privileged to give great gifts from my empty hands. —St. John Vianney. Sunday, March 29, 2015. Palm Sunday of the Passion of the Lord. Around this time each year,. I look forward to the annual Spring musical. Put on by our teenagers over at Franklin Academy. So much talent and hard work go into those productions! This year’s performance was no exception. But as much I might enjoy the show,. There’s always an invisible line. Drawn right at the edge of the stage. Is not my world:. And, indeed, ...