November  10 2021

Thought for the day

"I was gonna give you something awesome for your birthday, but the mailman made me get out of the mailbox."

Anonymous

November 9,  2021

NOVEMBER 9

Today we Redemptorists celebrate our birthday: beginning on November 9,  1732 in Scala, Italy.
We arrived here in the United States 

100 years later: June 20, 1832.

There is a saying in the Catholic Church, 
"If a religious order makes it for 300 years, 

it will make it from then on  in." Hope so....

Say a prayer for more members to join us.

Here's part of an interview when I was at

St. Mary's Parish, Annapolis, Maryland.
Thanks.  Andy Costello - now at San Alfonso Retreat House, West End, New Jersey

 November       9,  2021

 

Thought for the Day

“If we learn nothing else from this tragedy, we learn that life is short and there is no time for hate.”

 

Sandy Dahl, wife

of United Flight 93

pilot Jason Dahl

who died September 11,

2001, Shanksville, PA.

 November 8,  2021

SOMETIMES

 
Sometimes we need to silence
the words and bugle the music
that needs to burst from our heart.
Sometimes we need to pray the
music that is playing from within.
God is here. Listen to God’s sounds.

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021

November       8,  2021

 

Thought for the Day

 

“I like the silent church before the service begins better than any preaching.”

 

Ralph Waldo Emerson

November 7,  2021

WHAT  I   WANT

 

Sometimes I know what I want….

 

It’s then I inwardly brag about being

smart because I know what I want.

 

When I don’t know what I want – I

brag inwardly about being so discerning.

 

I know how to hesitate – holding the

menu – so as to be the last to order.

 

I can ask about wines and just what if

they have Thai rice vermicelli – with curry.

 

And most of the time I’m in the middle –

really not that sure about a lot of things.

 

Then again, sometimes I don’t know what I want.

 

 

© Andy Costello, Reflections 2021

HALLELUJAH

November       7,  2021

 

Thought for the Day

“When kindness has left people, even for a few moments, we become afraid of them as if their reason has left them.”

 

Willa Cather,

My Mortal Enemy, 1926