The love of God, and the gift of inner freedom

Today we had a special memorial Mass at St. Patrick’s Basilica for all the deceased English-speaking priests of the Archdiocese of Montreal. Bishop Tony Mancini was the presider and preacher. The celebration was beautiful, and I am glad to have had the chance to gather together with my brother priests (it is always good to be with “the boys”) and to have prayed for and honoured the memory of our deceased brothers, particularly Dick Griffin, Ted Mooney, and Len Crowley (all of whom died in the past year).

Were one to offer all he owns to purchase love, he would be roundly mocked. (Wisdom 8: 7b, NAB)

I taught my course at Concordia University last night. The lecture was “Theology in a society of plenty”. We live in the wealthiest society human history has ever known. What does theology have to say about that?

Anyway, we got to discussing consumerism, and I proposed that there are some things that money just can’t buy. Money, for example, can’t buy love. The principle seemed self-evident to me, but the reaction from some of the students was laughter, and the comment that (in fact) money can buy love.

God is good

Yes, I know you knew that. But He truly is. And full of surprises. If we let Him, he won’t cease to delight us.

Case in point: With the pastor, Fr. Gilles, away on an Alpha weekend, I had a heavy Saturday-Sunday lined up. 4 Masses to celebrate, a 50th anniversary renewal of wedding vows, and baptisms Sunday afternoon. But it was honest work. It needed to be done, and I was the guy around to do it. No muss, no fuss – just do it.

Something in my backyard

I got back from Ottawa about an hour ago and took a look at today’s Gazette. I found the following article, “A theatre of prayer without popcorn“, about a new Baptist church in my area using a local movie theatre for Sunday services.

This movie theatre, it turns out, is in the boundaries of my parish, which means by default that the new church is reaching out to my parishioners.