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Thursday – 4 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Mark 6:7-13 A New Perspective Family Room, TN This past Sunday was a rather lazy day.   We were still feeling the effects of the latest snowstorm and were pretty much stuck at home, at least until the country roads became relatively ‘drivable’! At one point, instead of sitting in my comfy recliner, facing the tv, I moved over to the love seat and sat facing in the opposite direction.   WOW!   It was as if a whole new world had opened up!   I had never sat there before, much less faced away from the tv (no comments, please).   It was a whole new perspective!   Instead of just one little piece of a room, I could now view almost the entire house – kitchen, front room, doors to the bedrooms and office!   It makes me wonder what the disciples must have felt after receiving their ‘marching orders’ in today’s Gospel.   Let’s be honest; they were a ragtag bunch of fishermen, tax collectors, tradesmen...
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  Wednesday 4 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel - Mark 6:1-6 Homecoming! Nazareth Synagogue Years ago, when I graduated from High School at the seminary, it was a weekend full of celebration and accomplishments; there was an outdoor party down by the lake and, of course, our graduation Mass and commencement for our little class of 13!   And then I went home for the summer.   But after I got home, I decided to attend the high school graduation ceremony of my former grade school classmates and friends.   BIG MISTAKE!   It did not go well. What little greetings I got were short and not so sweet.   What little conversations there were tended to feel like I was back in 8 th grade.   It was as if the last 4 years never happened and that I was still that naïve, nerdy little kid from grade school.    Not exactly the sort of homecoming I was expecting! Ever had that experience of running into an old relative, someone who hasn’t seen you since ...
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  Tuesday 4 th Week in Ordinary Time Gospel – Mark 5:21-43 Touchy!   Touchy! Raising of Jairus’ Daughter, Magdala Sitting in one corner of our home is a simple little wooden stool, the kind that you can spin the seat to raise its height.   I don’t think I have ever actually sat on it.   That’s not why it’s there.   It was handmade by a good parish friend of mine.   6 years ago, that friend and fellow parishioner passed away from cancer and, a few days after his funeral, his son gifted me with that stool at the bequest of his dad.   He was an all-around handyman and volunteer at St. Roberts.   You could always count on him to jump in and help out, especially when it came to anything related to woodworking or carpentry.   Frank always reminded me a lot of my grandfather who was a master carpenter.   There was one thing you could always expect from Frank – a big smile and a warm handshake.   I don’t mean a simple perfunctory a...