Revolutionize your Resolutions


Today is the day to give yourself a fresh start.

Focus on important goals and pinpoint the underlying cause of why you can’t seem to meet them. We’ve all been there and sometimes a little support is just what’s needed to be on your way to attain your objectives.

You have the power, drive and stamina. God believes in you!

A reading from the Letter of St. Paul to the Philippians 4:4-7


Rejoice in the Lord always.

I shall say it again: rejoice!

Your kindness should be known to all.

The Lord is near.

Have no anxiety at all, but in everything

by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,

make your request known to God.

Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding

will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

Finally brother and sisters,

whatever is true, whatever is honorable,

whatever is just, whatever is pure,

whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious,

if there is any excellence

and if there is anything worthy of praise,

think about these things.

Keep on doing what you have learned and received

and heard and seen in me.

Then the God of peace will be with you.

The word of the Lord.

International Day of Peace « … that Peace break out! »

Aid to the Church in Need

Robert Lalonde, ACN Canada

And AB Griffin


Montreal, Friday September 20th  In order for the wish expressed by Pope Francis on his Twitter account @Pontifex – to see “Peace break out,” Aid to the Church in Need (Canada) would like to invite everyone to participate in the International Day of Peace taking place tomorrow, Saturday the 21st of September.

MCL National Director Loyal to the encouraging spirit of Father Werenfried van Straaten, founder of ACN and author of the book “100 Words of Father Werenfried“ or “Combattant pour la paix” (Combatant for Peace); the National Director of ACN Canada, Marie-Claude Lalonde, called out to all men and women of good will: “It is urgent that a ‘chain of commitment to Peace’ be forged and that together we fight for Peace in order to put a halt to war and to the persecution clamping down at the moment, and this…

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Good Deeds are Remembered

Glass of Milk
One day, a poor boy who was selling goods from door to door to pay his way through school,
found he had only one thin dime left, and he was hungry.
He decided he would ask for a meal at the next house.
However, he lost his nerve when a lovely young woman opened the door.
Instead of a meal he asked for a drink of water! …..
She thought he looked hungry so brought him a large glass of milk.

He drank it slowly, and then asked, How much do I owe you?”
You don’t owe me anything,” she replied.
“Mother has taught us never to accept payment for a kindness.”
He said ……… “Then I thank you from my heart.”

As Howard Kelly left that house, he not only felt stronger physically,
but his faith in God and man was strong also. He had been ready to give up and quit.
Many year’s later that same young woman became critically ill.
The local doctors were baffled. They finally sent her to the big city,
where they called in specialists to study her rare disease.

Dr. Howard Kelly was called in for the consultation.
When he heard the name of the town she came from, a strange light filled his eyes.
Immediately he rose and went down the hall of the hospital to her room.
Dressed in his doctor’s gown he went in to see her. He recognized her at once.
He went back to the consultation room determined to do his best to save her life.
From that day he gave special attention to her case.
After a long struggle, the battle was won.

Dr. Kelly requested the business office to pass the final bill to him for approval.
He looked at it, then wrote something on the edge, and the bill was sent to her room.
She feared to open it, for she was sure it would take the rest of her life to pay for it all.
Finally she looked, and something caught her attention on the side of the bill. She read these words …..
“Paid in full with one glass of milk”
(Signed) Dr. Howard Kelly.

Tears of joy flooded her eyes as her happy heart prayed:

“Thank You, God, that Your love has spread broad through human hearts and hands.”

There’s a saying which goes something like this:
Bread cast on the water comes back to you.
The good deed you do today may benefit you or someone you love at the least expected time.
If you never see the deed again at least you will have made the world a better place
– And, after all, isn’t that what life is all about?

Michael Finegan’s Remembrance

2013 08 May

How can one start a tribute to Monsignor James Cooney without a bad joke? Jimmy was famous for his little quips. At Father Cooney’s fund-raising casino night you could always play games of Georgian chance. (attempt at a joke)

But why, oh why, start a sermon, an opportunity to teach, with such lame jokes? Jimmy made us feel comfortable with his corniness, or should I say, with his simplicity, with his humility. He knew many of the lines would fall flat, and that ability to poke fun at himself opened the door for others to reveal themselves, in the distressing disguise of the poor, the sad, the incarcerated, the downtrodden.

He taught us to see Christ in that distressing disguise of the poor. To not just walk y the homeless, but to look the homeless person in the eye, take a moment and convey love, caring and respect. He found the time, he found a way, or he created a way to be present with the person, with the soul he was with. He live Ignatius of Loyola’s concept of Curia Personas. He taught us courage to speak up when an injustice needed to be corrected or we needed a reminder that we are all broken and need forgiveness. That forgiveness is a powerful gift to others and to ourselves. A reminder of how God loves us. Jim’s life was a reminder of all these virtues. Giving himself over completely to God, to be God’s servant while ministering in parishes wracked with poverty, crime and hopelessness. He believed in people. That belief could be infectious and provide a hope and vision for many whose lives were out of tune, who had lost or could not find their way. One of his former altar boys from Presentation Parish, while visiting Jim in his last few peaceful days here at the seminary, surrounded by the loving embrace of his brother priests, care givers and family, told the story of Monsignor Cooney packing himself and at least a dozen other students into a late 60’s VW Beetle and taking them swimming to escape the heat of summer in the city. Many of those young people whose lives he touch, be it in Jimmy’s parish ministry, through the Christian Awakening at St. Paul, or at Saint Francis Cathedral Prep will continue to be a beacon of the love Jim Cooney radiated throughout his ministry, which was his life.

When he was hurt, rejected, disappointed or demeaned, he used those times to share in the suffering of others and to not let the hurt stop him but to push himself on, to try just a little more to be what he felt the Christ would want him to be – that simple, humble, loving servant. It was never about him, it was about following his internal principles which were based on the teachings of the church – to love and to follow his conscience. Also, he took very seriously his vow of obedience which provided a discipline and a structure to his life. Jim did not take the easy path he volunteered for the difficult assignments. He would risk harm encouraging young men to be better men in the small ways and in the big ways. He inspired us to be better with his stories, like when he stopped his car in the dark of night encouraging a gang of boys to silence their boom boxes that were waking up families in the poverty stricken areas of the dioceses that had been deemed too dangerous. By not worrying about himself, by surrendering himself to a life truly dedicated to Jesus, he became and incredible force for good, an incredible force for change.

He loved those he served, he loved his family. He lives on in those he touched and particularly in those who strive to emulate his life of service. He is a priest among priests.

In closing I would like to share a poem Jim loved and lived by, “The Auctioneer”,


Twas battered and scarred, and the auctioneer thought it scarcely worth his while to wast much time on the old violin, but held it up with a smile

“What am I bidden, good folks,” he cried, “Who’ll start the bidding for me? A dollar, a dollar; then two! Only two? Two dollars, and who’l make it three? Three dollars, once; three dollars twice; going for three…”

But no, from the room, far back, a gray-haired man came forward and picked up the bow; Then, wiping the dust from the old violin, and tightening the loose strings, he played a melody pure and sweet as caroling angel sings.

The music ceased, and the auctioneer, with a voice that was quiet and low, sad, “What am I bid for the old violin?” And he held it up with the bow. “A thousand dollars, and who’ll make it two? Two thousand dollars, and who’ll make it three? Three thousand, once, three thousand, twice, and going and gone,” said he. The people cheered, but some of them cried, “We do not quite understand what changed it’s worth.” Swift came the reply: “The touch of the master’s hand.”

And many a man with life out of tune, and battered and scarred with sin, Is auctioned cheap to the thoughtless crowd, much like the old violin, A”mess of pottage,” a glass of wine, a game – and he travels on. “He is going once, and going twice, He’s going and almost gone.” But the Master comes, and the foolish crowd never can quite understand the worth of a soul and the change that’s wrought by the touch of the Master’s hand.