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A CUP OF LOVING SERVICE

 

The cup reserved for holy service

Lay hidden on a dark and dusty shelf.

Years and years had passed since it

Was a useful vessel of God given grace.

But it carried a rich history of adventure:

A lone missionary priest, roaming

The imposing hills of West Virginia, -

Often on horseback - in the bygone

Time before technology came to rule

The now calcified world of ruthless

Profit and loss. -  A relic of yesterday’s

Ancient history, now long forgotten.

 

(West Virginia)

 

Once restored, the magic of lost memories

Went to work, painting a colorful scene of

Love and endless sacrifice:  The story of a

A long forgotten priest, except in dusty books,

Recalling the relentless missionary spirit

Of the rugged mountain state. - A man of God

Bravely building a world of knowledge

And pure faith for alien hearts eager to know,

To love, and to serve their God.

(Fr. Nicholas Joseph Hengers)

 

He could not work alone, and so, by

The grace of God, he learned of the

Recent coming of the Missionary Sisters,

Arriving from the distant shore of Europe,

Carrying a vision of their beloved Marienborn,

And a burning desire to create a presence in this

New land, awaiting God’s blessing and his love.

(Sisters Alacoque Radeker, Dominica Senn, Francisca Zabel, and Priska Hess)

 

And so they came to the hill country– to teach, to heal,

To bring God’s presence to spiritually hungry folks,

Mainly immigrants, - like themselves – struggling

With language, culture and all the wild little town of

Richwood offered.  Giving of themselves, they built a  

Small kingdom of grace through the sweat and grind of

Everyday life.  Allowing God to guide them, forever

Offering hope to the poor who ventured to their door,

Seeking bread for the body, solace for the soul.

(Holy Family Church Window – Richwood, WV)

 

All is history now, as the saga gently closes

And only the spiritual gifts the priest and sisters

Brought now echoes in the hills, reminding those of

Us who still see the morning sunrise, that God’s

Grace knows no limits.  Can we rise to the stature

Of those giants who now rest in heavenly bliss? -  Only if

We dare move into an uncertain future, charting new waters;

With hope and courage we can fill other golden cups with our

Creator’s love, continuing the beautiful story our Pioneers began.

 

(Pallotti High School Chapel window, Laurel, Md)

 

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By Sr. Phyllis Carpenter, Aug., 2020

 

 

 

Pope Francis Twitter Feed

* Our Way of Life *

 

"Our diverse talents and abilities, our differences in culture, nationality and age are assets for the richness of the community. Although we may be engaged in a variety of ministries, we all share the common call to apostolic discipleship in a community of the Catholic Apostolate of St. Vincent Pallotti."(OWL, 91)

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"Christ, the Apostle of the Eternal Father, and his mission are central to our personal and community life, giving meaning and direction to our thinking, our spirituality, our prayer, action and suffering." (OWL, 19)

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"As a community of disciples we are gathered around Jesus, the Apostle of the Eternal Father. Like the first disciples, we want to be with Jesus, be sent out by him and return to him to evaluate our service in the light of his presence." (OWL, 88)

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"As Pallottines, it is our special charism to foster growth in faith and love among the laity, to awaken them to awareness of their apostolic call, and to cooperate with them in furthering the apostolic mission." (OWL, 21)

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"Our relationships with one another should be marked by a love that bears all, believes all and hopes for all, a love that is neither conceited nor jealous, which hurts no one, nor is embittered or resentful. It is never discouraged but remains patient and kind. It rejoices with others and shares their suffering. It is with this kind of love that we should help and support one another." (OWL, 90)