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The Reverend Roland C. Cloutier Welcomes You to All Saints Catholic Church
All Saints Parish in Somersville, Connecticut is committed as a faith-filled community to meet the spiritual and temporal needs of those we encounter in all ministries of our faith. Through prayer, sacramental life and works of charity, in love and obedience to God, the Lord of all life. All Saints stands ready to proclaim the Good News in word, sacrament, and service to all.
All Saints Church is yoked with St. Edward Church in Stafford Springs, CT. Click here to link to the Saint Edward website.
If you know of anyone who is hospitalized or homebound and would like to receive the Eucharist, please contact the rectory office.
THIRTIET SUNDAY IN ORDINARY TIME
Loving like Jesus, truly sacrificing for another human being, is not easy … but with practice it is possible. We just have to start small. We could offer an act of kindness to a stranger; or try to understand the situation of our spouse, neighbor, friend, classmate, or homeless person and treat each with respect, praying to see them as God does or as we want God to see us. We can certainly add to this list. Practicing these “little acts” strengthens us for those times when more is asked; like giving away our lunch, or putting our own needs on hold, or trying to work things out with someone who has hurt us or whom we have hurt. We are called to love in word and in deed. That’s how we love God with all we have. Loving God, neighbor, and self will become easier if we practice that love every day.
Suffering Children (America Magazine Oct. 6, 2014)
A recent issue of America Magazine had an article called “Suffering Children” by Brian Doyle, the editor of Portland Magazine at the University of Portland (Oregon). I enjoyed reading it and I hope you will also.
Usually the daily noon Mass on campus is attended by the familiar dozen or so faculty and staff and students and neighbors; but today, to my amazement, there are 4 year-old twin boys in front of me.
The noon Mass is legendary for starting on the button and never going more than 25 minutes because afternoon classes start at 12:30 p.m. For the first five minutes the twins sit quietly and respectfully and perhaps even reverently, each in his seat between mom and dad.
This does not last. At 12:07 p.m. I see the first flurry of fists and elbows as they jockey and joust. At 12:11 p.m. one of them, incredibly, pulls a bunch of grapes from his pocket and begins to eat some and to lose the rest on the floor. At 12:13 p.m. there are easily a dozen grapes and both boys under the chairs.
At 12:15 p.m. the mom, clearly a veteran of these sorts of things, pulls two cookies from her pockets for the boys. At 12:20 p.m. the dad finally bends down from his great height and tersely reads his sons the riot act, a moment I have been waiting for with high fraternal glee, for I have been in his shoes.
I have been at Mass in the very chapel with my small twin sons, who have dropped Cheerios from the balcony onto the bald spots of congregants below and stuck their arms into the baptistry just to see what if would feel like (it’s cold and wet, one son said, indignantly) and made barnyard noises at exactly the wrong moments and ran all around the chapel shaking sticky hands with startled, bemused congregants at the Sign of Peace.
After Mass I say to the celebrant with a smile that it is not every day we are graced by rambunctious ruffians who scatter grapes and crumbs on the floor and giggle and yawn and shimmy and snicker and lose their shoes and drop hymnals on the floor with a terrific bang…..
And the priest says to me: I love having the kids at Mass. I love it when they are bored and pay no attention and squirm. I love when they get distracted by a moth….. It’s all good. They are being soaked in the Mass. They hear the words and feel the reverence and maybe they even sense the food of the experience, you know?
Sometimes people complain….about behavior and discipline…and stuff like that. For one thing they were little kids at Mass once, and for another if there are no little kids at Mass, pretty soon there won’t be any Masses. You have to let kids be kids.
If you are distracted by a little kid being a little kid you are not focused on what’s holy. Little kids are holy. Let it be. My only rule is no extended fist-fights. Other than that I don’t care about grapes and yawning. I think the cadence and the rhythm and the custom and the peace of the Mass soak into kids without them knowing it. That’s why a lot of the students here come back to Mass. I think – it sparks some emotional memory in them, and once they are back at Mass then they pay attention in new ways and find new food in it. You know what I mean?
I say I do know very well what he means and we shake hands and he heads to the sacristy to disrobe and I head back to work. But about half-way back to my office I fell awfully sad that I do not have grapes and cookies in my jacket pockets. I don’t even have remains of ancient Cheerios anymore, and there were years when my pockets were so filled with brittle crumbs that birds followed me in rotation, sparrows in the morning and crows in the afternoon. For a minute I want to shuffle back to the chapel and catch that tiny mom and ask her for a cookie, just because, but then I realize that she will think I am a nut and I remember that I had my run as the dad of little kids squirming at Mass. It was a sweet glorious unforgettable run, too, and now it’s someone else’s turn, and how good and holy that is, that there are still little kids under the seats, paying no attention whatsoever.
But the will.
I hope you enjoyed this article as much as I did. ~ Fr. Roland ~
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