Chased from his parish by a volcano! That is the story of Fr. Laurence Lulkon. Little did I think when I taught Laurence as a seminarian in Fiji that I was preparing him to deal with volcanoes.
O Mary, today we wish to entrust to you the future that awaits us,
and we ask you to be with us on our way.
We are the men and women of an extraordinary time,
exhilarating yet full of contradictions.
Humanity now has instruments of unprecedented power:
we can turn this world into a garden,
or reduce it to a pile of rubble.
Almighty God, my Eternal Father,
from the fullness of my soul I adore You.
I am deeply grateful that You have made me
in Your image and likeness,
and that You hold me in Your loving embrace.
Direct me to love You with all my heart,
with all my soul,
and with my whole mind.
Direct me to love all Your children as I love myself.
December, January and February are the wedding months. All the Parkari parishes here are busy attending weddings and being involved in some of the preparations. The wider Sindhi society is much the same. There are weddings on the move constantly.
O God, Who on the top of Mount Sinai
gave the Law to Moses,
and by means of Your holy Angels,
wondrously convey the body of blessed Catharine,
Your Virgin and Martyr:
grant, we beseech You, that,
through her merits and intercession,
we may be able to reach that mountain which is Christ:
Who lives and reigns with the Father
We beg you, Master,
be our help and strength.
Save those among us who are oppressed,
have pity on the lowly,
and lift up the fallen.
Heal the sick, bring back the straying,
and feed the hungry.
Release those in prison,
steady those who falter,
and strengthen the fainthearted.
Let all nations come to know You, the one God,
O blessed Columban,
help and protect the missionaries of our day
who have devoted their lives to preaching
the Gospel throughout the world.
Assist and protect us, also, so to live
for God’s glory that when our
pilgrimage through life is over,
we may enjoy with You the eternal rest
of heaven, through Christ our Lord.
Every morning on my way to the office I often see a woman with a dog in a small playground outside the Columban office gate in Hong Kong. I often see both of them sitting on a bench while she would be talking on her phone. Every time I see her dog I am reminded of one of my own dogs in Taiwan, Mli. Both of them are yellow Labradors.
Dear Saint Cecilia,
one thing we know for certain about you
is that you became a heroic martyr
in fidelity to your Divine Bridegroom.
We do not know that you were a musician
but we are told that you heard Angels sing.