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Where this blog will go, no one knows, but I pray that it will reach those it is suppose to reach. Kyrie Eleison, Christe Eleison, Kyrie Eleison.



When a family member dies the true colors of a family begin to show and sometimes it isn't a pretty picture. Does the family come together to mourn and celebrate that person's life or do they fight and bicker? A strong family may question why God allows a young person to die and grieve over the death of their loved one, but they still reach out to each other with love and often realize they need to say, "I love you," to those they love more often. They question God and look for answers, but they do not allow anger or pettiness to rule their lives even when a young adult is taken from them in the prime of their life. Other families will fight and argue, spout off about how much they hated the person who died, or even refuse to grieve. Grief in this case is harmful instead of a time of strength to grow together.
How are you forming your family? Are you developing a family that sticks together even through the tough times or do you allow the hurts of life to divide you? As Christians, we should be focusing on love, charity, the heart of Christ's teachings. Otherwise, we risk our emotional and spiritual wellbeing. Even when we have been harmed in the past, we have to forgive so that the hurt and anger of past does not rule our life. This is often a hard part of Christianity and even of emotional wellbeing, but 1 Corinthians 13 reminds of what love is and that love has no room for anger. This does not mean we cannot feel anger, but it means we must move past it and allow love to be our fuel instead of anger. Is this a part of our faith that we practice or is it one of the inconvenient teachings that we dismiss in the heat of the moment.
May the peace and love of Christ be with you always!
Last Saturday, July 11, 2009, marked my one year anniversary as an Oblate of St. Benedict affiliated with St. Vincent Archabbey. Becoming an Oblate was a blessed event made even more special by the efforts of Fr. Wilson. I will never forget the solemnity of the day, the presence of my dear friends, and the efforts Father put into making this a special day for me.
As per our parish bulletin and website:
On Friday, August 14th at 7:00pm, there will be a Solemn High Latin Mass here at the Cathedral [of St. John the Beloved, 120 Broad Street, Charleston, SC] as we celebrate the Assumption of the Blessed Virgin Mary. Mark Thomas and our wonderful Cathedral choir will be providing the music to accompany the sacred liturgy. Visiting with us will be the rector of the Cathedral of St. John Berchmans in Shreveport, Louisiana, Fr. Peter Mangum, who will be serving in the role as deacon. Subdeacon will be Mr. Tyrone Thompson, a seminarian for the Diocese of Columbus. (Yours truly [Rev. Gregory B. Wilson] will be the celebrant of the Mass.) The usual 3rd Saturday Latin Mass will be offered as normal the next morning (Saturday) at 8:30am.
Originally, there were two beautiful tabby cats - Thomas and Gregory. Each cat was named after a particular Catholic Saint – St. Thomas Aquinas and St. Gregory the Great respectively. They played together and basically drove their human mother up a wall until one day Gregory was all by himself, because Thomas was hit by a car and did not make it. Gregory remained with his human mother and became the most spoiled thing on earth after he told his mother exactly how mad he was at her and that he blamed her for Thomas going away. See, Gregory didn't realize or believe that his mother wasn't at fault for Thomas going away so he was going to teach his mother a lesson. Thankfully, mother was a patient soul, at least with her kitten, and loved him regardless of his occasional temper tantrum. Various other kitties were introduced to the family over the years and Gregory refused to accept them, because he was still mourning his brother, until one day this stray little black kitten waltzed in the door. The first week or so, Gregory hissed at the little one and occasionally at mother, but eventually Gregory came around to accepting this little one. Sadly, little one didn't have a name since he was just wandering the street near mother's work until she brought him in. So, the human adults began to discuss all sorts of names for him such as Benedict after St. Benedict and Pope Benedict XVI, Aquinas, smut face as suggested by the human grandmother, and zipper. Eventually, the human grandmother suggested the name Wilson and mother had to think about this as this would mean her two little ones would have the same name as a priest friend. Eventually, mother relented and allowed the little one to be called Wilson so now we have Gregory and Wilson. Shortly thereafter, this amusing story was shared with the appropriate priest friend and everyone shared a good laugh. Thankfully, it turns out there is another little black kitty named after him. Hereby, the Tale of Two Cats is closed and they lived together happily ever after.