LOOKING FORWARD IN JOYFUL HOPE

“Did I not tell you that if you believe you will see the glory of God?”

John 11:40

Jesus had a large circle of friends, both men and women. On the fifth Sunday of Lent, we get an inside glimpse of three of those friends: Martha, her sister Mary and their brother Lazarus from the little town of Bethany, on the outskirts of Jerusalem. It was that special place in the life of Jesus where he and his disciples could stop in, get some rest, enjoy a hot meal and then go on their way!  If you pay attention to the details of John’s gospel story about Martha, Mary and Lazarus, you soon realize just how close Jesus was to these people.  This is a story about intimate friends, affectionate friends.

First, we know that this Mary was the Mary who kissed Jesus’ feet in public, washing them with her tears, drying them with her hair, and rubbing them with perfumed oil.  (When was the last time anybody kissed your feet?  You must be pretty close to do that, not to mention doing it in public!)  Read down the text and you see that John underlines, again and again, just how intimate these people were with Jesus: “Lord, the one you love is sick.”  “Jesus loved Martha and her sister and Lazarus very much.”  “See how much he loved him!”  They are even so close that these two women can “chew him out” and get away with it: “Lord, if you had been here, my brother would never have died.”  And finally, seeing Mary weep, we are told "and Jesus wept!" 

One usually thinks of this story as the “raising of Lazarus,” but Jesus’ raising of Lazarus actually occupies a very small part of this story.  Of the forty-four verses that constitute this story, only seven of them take place at Lazarus’ tomb.  The miracle of the raising of Lazarus is the climax of this story; it is not the center.  This is a dialogue between Jesus and the two women about God’s power in our lives.

In his gospel, John’s stories always have two levels:  one on the surface which is true and another below the surface which is truer still.  This intimate story is meant to reveal to us not only the depth of their friendship, but also how intimate is God’s relationship with us!  The pain of this family is the pain of God for his people.  By listening in to the dialogue, we are also taught what they were taught:  about the depth of God’s love for us, about God’s willingness to give us new life, and about God’s power over our worst enemy – death.

(1) We are taught about the depths of God’s love for us.  One of the biggest challenges I have faced as a priest is to convince people of God’s unconditional love for them.  Why is it that so many of us have been trained by people who have dismissed these intimate stories of God’s love and have combed through the Scriptures, piecing together condemning, judging, and damning messages that they turn into a religion?  Why did they, and why do we, find those negative messages more believable?  I have received more letters questioning my “too lenient notions of God’s love” than any other critical letters since I became a priest.  Jesus revealed the “true God,” not this “false mean god” that people have created since Adam and Eve.  Even in that story, God says to Adam and Eve, “Who told you that you were naked?” (Genesis 3:11).  In other words, “Who told you that you were bad, separated from me, and defective?  I certainly didn’t!”  Jesus came to talk us out of the mean God we keep creating in our own minds.  I can’t imagine trying to live my religion without being in love with God! I can’t imagine practicing a religion based on fear and dread!    

(2) By listening in on the conversation between Jesus, Martha and Mary, we are taught also about God’s willingness to give us new life.  This eternal life is on both sides of death.  Death does not have the last word.  Eternal life is not just some promise for the future; it is available to us right now.  We are in it, as we speak! Through Jesus and in Jesus, those of us who are “dead on our feet” can be resurrected now.  We can be born again.  We can act boldly on our own behalf to live purposeful lives, to help others, and to claim the powers that lie dormant within us.  One of my favorite old movies is Harold and Maude.  This is Maude’s message to Harold throughout the movie: “Oh, how the world dearly loves a cage!  There are a lot of people who enjoy being dead.” Jesus came, not just to bring a wonderful life after we are dead, but right now!  

(3) And, as this gospel teaches us, God has power over our worst enemy – death.  We live in a death-denying culture.  Some of our expensive funeral practices would leave outsiders with the impression that we believe that we are going to come up with a cure for death someday!  That makes about as much sense as leaving the runway lights on for Amelia Earhart.  We don’t even know how to die.  Modern medical technology robs us of the spiritual experience of “letting go” of this part of our life.  Through Jesus and in Jesus, we are able to see in death that “life is changed, not ended.”  I feel sorry for those who are conscious at death’s door without this faith. 

Over the years, I have had the awesome privilege of talking to some very conscious people getting ready to die: especially those with AIDS and with cancer.  Some were not pious people, but most were deeply spiritual.  Some were able to tell me that they accepted their approaching deaths and they wanted to “do it well.”  Some were extremely thankful for the “eternal life” they had experienced in this world.  Some looked with “joyful hope” for the “eternal life” ahead of them.  My brother, who died last week, had one of the most grace-filled exits from this life I have ever experienced. He died of a aggressive form of leukemia. He lived just five weeks and had no pain or need for morphine until the last day and a half. He was proud of the fact that he had reconciled with everyone he knew! He told me he was not afraid to die, that he was grateful for this life and that he "looked forward to going to heaven." You know, if you’re facing death, it doesn’t get any better than that!  I hope I can do half as well. I too pray for the ability to be conscious, filled with gratitude and ready to go when the time comes! Yes, I want to be conscious! I want to choose to let go and leap into that great unknown, to leap into the arms of God!

The message in this gospel is this:  God loves you very, very much.  He wants you to enjoy the eternal life that you can experience right now, and he wants you to know that death does not have the last word.  You can enjoy “eternal life” forever, yes starting right now!

WITH BOTH DEEP SADNESS AND GREAT JOY

 MY BROTHER, GARY, HAS DIED

My one-year-younger brother died peacefully at his home in Brandenburg on March 17 after a diagnosis five weeks ago of an aggressive form of leukemia. After consultation with his doctors, Gary decided against any hospitalization, intervention or resuscitation. He was pain-free and welcomed family and friends all the way up to the last two or three days. He was prepared, grateful, unafraid and ready to go when the time came. The way he handled his passing was wonderfully inspirational to his family, his siblings, his relatives, his friends, his neighbors and his fellow parishioners alike. We loved him very much! 

William Gary Knott

June 8, 1945 - March 17, 2026 

Obituary Below Submitted By Gary's Family

William Gary Knott, age 80 of Brandenburg KY entered eternal life on March 17, 2026, surrounded by his loving family.

Gary was born on June 8, 1945, in Rhodelia, KY son of the late Mary Ethel Mattingly Knott and James William Knott. Along with his parents, he was proceeded in death by, a sister, Kaye Ray, and 2 brothers-in-law, Paul Mattingly and Tom Wooldridge.

Gary graduated from Meade County High School in 1963. When Gary wasn’t in the log woods, he enjoyed the simple things in life like fishing and hunting.

Gary is survived by his 4 children, Lisa Knott of Brandenburg KY, Diane Pike of Caneyville, KY, Wesley (Laura) Knott of Brandenburg KY, and Danny (Pam) Knott of Payneville KY; 9 grandchildren, Derek, Tasha, Tiffany, Kari, Lawrence, Wesley Kyle, Corey, Haley and Dylan; 9 great-grandkids and one on the way; 4 siblings, Brenda Mattingly of Brandenburg KY, Father Ronald Knott of Louisville, KY, Lois Wooldridge of Brandenburg KY, Nancy (Randy) Smith of Brandenburg KY and Mark Knott of Rhodelia, KY; and brother-in-law, Richard Ray of Rhodelia, KY.

Visitation will be held Friday, March 20, 2026, at St Theresa of Avila Catholic Church from 9:30 A.M. until time of service.

A Funeral Mass of Christian Burial will be held at 11:00 A.M. on Friday, March 20, 2026, at St. Theresa of Avila Catholic Church with Father Knott, Father Ray, Father Martin, and Father Illikkal officiating, burial will follow in the church cemetery.

In lieu of flowers, donations can be made to St Theresa Family Life Center, (9245 Rhodelia Rd, Payneville KY 40157), where Gary went to school.

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Alternative Expressions of Sympathy for Non-Local Readers of This Blog

If you would rather express your sympathy by helping finish furnishing the mission school project in Tanzania, in Gary's memory, you can make your tax-deductible gift to: Father John Judie Ministries and send it to: Father Ronald Knott, 1271 Parkway Gardens Court, #106, Louisville, KY 40217. 

 

Funeral Homily

for

WILLIAM GARY KNOTT

by his brother

Fr. J. Ronald Knott

Gary and Linda have four children: Lisa, Diane, Wesley and Danny. With their spouses, those four gave Gary and Linda nine grandchildren: Derek, Tasha, Tiffany, Kari, Lawrence, Wesley Kyle, Corey, Haley and Dylan. Gary and Linda have nine great grandchildren and one on the way, as well as a host of extended family members, friends, neighbors and fellow parishioners - some living and some deceased.  To all of you and all of them, welcome today, as we give Gary back to God who gave him to us!

Joining you today, are Gary’s siblings: his two brothers, me and Mark, and his four sisters: Brenda, Lois, Nancy and Kaye who has already passed on.  Altogether, we have twenty nieces and nephews. Just a year apart, Brenda, Gary and I, especially, grew up together. Lois, Nancy and Kaye were babies and young girls in my memories so I don’t have as many shared growing-up experiences. Mark was born after I had been in the seminary for several years. Brenda and I, as well as Gary and me, shared many childhood experiences, while Mark had some very different childhood experiences of his own - mostly a work relationship with Gary. I remember Gary’s and Linda’s family more when they were young (Diane and Lisa, Wesley and Danny) especially during those years when Gary, Mark and I used to host our annual “Uncle Parties” after Christmas. Gary’s and Linda’s grandchildren and great grandchildren I barely know because of my assignments as a priest, especially when I was stationed down in southern and central Kentucky.  To make up for me being my niece’s and nephew’s “missing uncle,” I am still sending Gary’s four kids, and their mother Linda, a birthday card every year, as far back as I can remember, as a way of staying connected.    

Because of mine and Gary’s shared experiences of growing up, and Mark’s more recently, my mind immediately went to the gospel parable of the Loving Father (sometimes mis-named “the Prodigal Son”) that Deacon Greg just read - only in reverse. My experience was more like the younger son in the story and Gary’s and Mark’s experiences are more like the older son. In the story, one son leaves home to experience the world while the other son stayed home to pick up the slack left by the other son.   

It certainly took courage for me to leave home at age fourteen, but it also took courage for Gary to stay home at thirteen and Mark who is still there!  There were blessings that came to me for leaving and blessings that came to Gary and Mark for staying close to home.

To be honest, we gradually grew apart, and like the two sons in the gospel, we probably had a few little aggravations about each other. Me, knowing that Dad obviously related to Gary and Mark more than me, and Gary and Mark knowing that I had more freedom than them. Growing up, it was obvious to everyone that Gary was the handsome one and I was the homely one and that Mark was a cute little boy, much more so than I had ever been at that age! In the big picture, all small stuff, really!

I am sure they both resented the fuss made over me as a priest for being so visible in the newspapers and constantly being talked about by people to whom I have ministered. I was like the younger son in the gospel who was always coming home to some kind of special fanfare and celebrations. I know that resentment to be true, especially, when Mark recently gave me a funny, but somewhat sarcastic, plaque and a tee shirt that says, “Father Wonderful!” I knew it to be true also when Kaye, who died a few years ago, once said about me, “I am so tired of being introduced as Father Knott’s sister – as if I don’t have a name of my own!”

I have always loved my sisters (Brenda, Lois, Nancy and Kaye), but Brenda, just a year older than me, had the greatest impact on my life, both when we were growing up next to the Rhodelia store, and especially when she and Paul took me in when I left home a second time and stopped coming home during the summers when I was still in the seminary so as to take jobs to support myself during my late seminary years.

I have some good memories of Nancy, always the one with the compassionate heart for other people’s hurts and the one who hosted many of our family Christmas “home Masses” and dinners. My favorite memory of Lois, during the time when I got to know her best, was when we were co-executors of Dad’s estate. One day, we went into one of the banks to do some of our required business. When we went in, Lois introduced us this way. “Good morning! We are Mr. Knott co-dependents!” Of course, she meant to say, “co-executors!” We still laugh about that day because there is always a little truth in humor!

One of the best parts of today’s gospel parable is the part about the reconciliation between the father and the son who left home. Like more families than you know, our family has some of our own reconciliation stories. Happily, and Gary was so proud of it, today all of us in the family are now reconciled with one another – me and Dad, Mark and Gary, Gary and Linda - just to name a few.   

Before this starts sounding like another TV episode of the Waltons, let me say that the gospel parable that was read today is not really about the Knott family, even though I tried to fit it into our family, but more so about how God loves all of us here today no matter what - no if, ands or buts about it! As another part of the Gospel of Matthew says, “God makes his sun shine on the bad and the good and causes his rain to fall on the just and the unjust!”

In today’s parable, the father loved both of his sons (meaning all of us, of course) whether we leave home, whether we stray and get in trouble, whether we stay home and follow all the rules and even whether we get jealous of one another sometimes!  (Chasing pigs, on the farm behind this church and behind our house in Rhodelia, was a sore spot for both Gary and me, so I won’t even mention the pigs in today’s parable!) This beautiful parable is really about God’s unconditional love and the importance of reconciliation among parents, siblings, relatives, neighbors – and, yes, even with our enemies!

With that said, let me speak directly to Gary’s family as well as all of you here today. As a priest, I know from fifty-five years of ministry that our families are not exceptional. Grudges, hurts, disappointments and misunderstandings are rampant in families - always have been and always will be! I have never met a family free of such problems.

Finally, let me tell you just a few things I have learned about forgiveness. (1) Taking offense can be just as bad as giving offense. Instead of forgiving my father for his faults, I sometimes fell into petty little attempts at paybacks which ended up eating me alive. (2) People tend to pass on what they know and what they learned from their families unless someone in the family decides to put a stop to it and takes the high road! (3) It took me three trips down home before I was able to sit down with my dad, even after I decided to try being reconciled. It was both the hardest and the most freeing thing I ever did in my life! Even at that, it was more of a favor I did for myself than it was a favor to him! Before I left that night, I gave him a hug, maybe for the first time in my life! I have had no hard feelings since. I am at peace and so is he! (4) It is hard to be the bigger person in such reconciliations, but I can tell you, that if you go into it “speaking the truth with love,” it will be easier than you thought and you will be doing yourself the biggest favor of your life! (5) Do it! Do it now! Do it before it is too late! If you can’t, do not even dare to pray the Our Father ever again until you do, because in that prayer you actually ask God “to forgive you - as you forgive those who trespass against you!”

In closing, I am very sad today to lose another one of my dear siblings – first Kaye and now Gary!  I also know that Gary’s family is just as sad – maybe even more so! As far as I know, Gary and I never had any real issues with each other. We just gradually drifted apart. In fact, before I even heard about his diagnosis, one of my New Year’s Resolutions for 2026, that I recorded in my journal back in late November, was to call Gary more often! I remember calling him back in November. When I hung up, I saw that we had talked for over forty minutes – the longest time since we were kids! Near the very end, we got to tell one another that we loved each other and that we were proud of each other. I got to anoint him and bless the rosary Nancy gave him. Lois got to drink coffee with him regularly and take him communion. At the end, we gave each other a hug, we apologized to each other for drifting apart a bit, we celebrated together the fact that his ending would be short and hopefully pain-free - and best of all, we got to give each other a goodbye hug. I got a good picture with him on my cellphone before I left. I am sure his family got to do the same! As, has happened so many times in my life, several good things have already come out of this bad situation!

Last Saturday night, I was reading about the first 15 year old “video gamer” saint who was canonized just last September – St. Carlo Acutis. Like Gary, St. Carlo died of an aggressive form of Leukemia back in 2006. After his diagnosis, he only lived about two weeks – Gary about five weeks! I was amazed at how many of the things Gary said to me sounded very much like what St. Carlo said to his family and friends. Here is just one of the things Gary told me – sometimes several times. “I feel good and I feel lucky. I am not afraid. I am not trying to impress people. These are my true feelings. I think I am reconciled with everybody I know. My goal now is to get to heaven. Nothing else matters. I used to worry about going to heaven, but not anymore since you anointed me and gave me absolution!” Later, I called him back and asked him ten questions in all and I made sure I wrote his words down as we talked on the phone. I will treasure them for sure!

Gary! Rest in peace, dear brother! Rest in peace, Dad, Grandad and great Grandad! Rest in peace, dear friend, fellow parishioner and neighbor! We are all going to miss you! May the angels welcome you to paradise! Know that we will love you and remember you always! From your place in heaven, please pray for all those of us who remain. Pray that we will be able to handle our departure from this life half as well as you did! You have inspired us all!

 

 

 

  

 

 

 

THE BIGGEST SHORTAGE IN THE CATHOLIC CHURCH.......

.......IS NOT PRIESTS OR MONEY, IT'S

IMAGINATION

"The biggest shortage in the Catholic Church is not priests or money, it's imagination!" I believe this so much that I have said it in innumerable homilies, various presentations and in over 140 priest retreats in 10 countries. Every time I have repeated it, I am reminded of a story in one of my favorite Harvard Business School books from 26 years ago, THE ART OF POSSIBILITY. 

"A shoe factory sends two marketing scouts to a region of Africa to study the prospects for expanding business. One sends back a telegram saying, "SITUATION HOPELESS! NO ONE WEARS SHOES!" The other writes back triumphantly, "GLORIOUS BUSINESS OPPORTUNITY! THEY HAVE NO SHOES!" 

In the situation mentioned above, for one the evidence he saw pointed to hopelessness, for the other the evidence he saw pointed to abundance and possibility.  Experiments in neuroscience have demonstrated that our understanding of the world comes into our consciousness as a construction of our own making. 

Maybe this is why some of us today turn to one of two possibilities as we look at the same reality in front of us. One group tries to go back in time to recover some former reality, while another sees shrinking the old construct to fit the new reality as the solution going forward. We see it when some see the solution to our shrinking Church in returning to the pre-Vatican II Church, while some see the solution in closing more and more parishes.  Neither see the future in terms of encouraging imaginative new solutions for passing on the non-negotiable essentials of the faith, "the great treasure inside the earthenware jar," as St. Paul put it! Both seem to fall into the idolatry of focusing more on handing on the jar that holds the treasure rather than the treasure itself!  Pope Francis frequently remarked that people who cling to certainty have created their own idol.  

I find the recent trend of nostalgia for an irretrievable past obviously fear-based with a misguided attempt to avoid fearful uncertainty. While it is true, that some of the attempts to "update" after Vatican Council II were childish and immature, they were good faith attempts without a map to go by, but their shortcomings are poor excuses for running back to some imagined "good old days." Half of my twelve year seminary training were pre-Vatican II. I lived in those days and, believe me, I certainly do not want to "go back" there! From observation, I also know that many of those who want to "go back" did not actually go through the days they want to "go back to" and many of those who want to "go back" do not always want to "go all the way back." They too have a tendency to pick and choose practices from the past actually becoming the "cafeteria Catholics" they condemn.  Besides, as an old quote puts it, “Tradition is not about preserving the ashes, but about passing on the flame.” Tradition has always been a living, developing dynamism.

I find the recent trend of simply closing parishes to keep an old church model alive just as distressing. I have noted and written about the fact that we keep producing fancy binders and suggestions on "how to close a parish," but never a pamphlet on "how to keep a parish from having to close." That trend seems to be more about how to downsize the old model to fit the priest shortage, rather than creating imaginative new models of how to expand the church's ability to "hand over" the "great treasure" inside the old jar. We ought to be growing, not shrinking, even in today's culture!

I have offered at least four ideas that have gone "nowhere" so far. (1) I suggested that we create a "diocesan missionary" program. It would be very similar to a "rescue team" whereby trained volunteer "missionaries" from a thriving parish become members of a struggling parish for a short period of time to help it "get back on it's feet." I believe it could "revive" both the struggling parish and the "volunteer missionaries." (2) I have suggested that one of the Annual Presbyteral Assemblies be designed as an "Idea Festival" where "bright ideas" on a range of subjects are presented by as many "volunteer presenters" as possible. The understanding would be that no idea would "have to be implemented," but one idea might trigger another idea that "would work." This idea could be adapted for other stake holders in the archdiocese. This would expand the "creativity pool" instead of having all the ideas having to come out of the Chancery Office (the old model). (3) I have suggested that the concept of a "Catholic Megachurch" be offered to (not forced upon) a region or area of the archdiocese that would welcome it. In a "priest-shortage," this could be led by one talented pastor and a large energetic lay staff able to offer more comprehensive programing, better music and life-long educational programs, as well as new energy efficient buildings. The Archdiocese could then, not only help it come to reality, but offer its services to help "make it work." (4) I established an Endowment at St. Meinrad Seminary to teach "Parish Revitalization" with the funds I made conducting over 140 Priest Retreats in 10 countries. I have learned the hard way that a few of these ideas were not necessarily useless and wrong-headed, they just needed some time to percolate or be presented again under somebody else's name!  

I have accepted the fact that some of my own ideas may not work, but I am convinced that there are hundreds and hundreds of unexplored ideas out there waiting to be heard! The problem may not be a "hopeless situation," but "hopeless talk and hopeless thinking!" The path forward is not 'preserving the ashes of past organizational thinking, but protecting the flame of faith for future generations' by facing the realities right in front of us with courage and imagination! 

Let me end this by saying that I am encouraged by the new Archdiocesan Parish Planning Process 2025-2026: Phase I, Phase II and Phase III. It's a sign, at least, that we recognize that we are in trouble! It's a good start, organizationally, but we need a lot more than an organizational shuffle. We need a dramatic infusion of bold, visionary and inspirational leadership that will turn us into a "missionary church" with a focus on "growing the faith" and with an ability to spark or rekindle the fire of faith in the hearts of Catholics in this diocese, not just salvaging what's left over from the past!   

IS IT THAT YOU CAN'T SEE OR YOU JUST WON'T SEE?

 

If you were blind, that would not be a sin. But since you say you can see, 

when you are actually blind, you remain in your sin.

John 9:41

So far, we have been to the desert, the mountain and the well. Next, Jesus invites us to admit that we are blind and invites us to go to the doctor for healing.

Tyler Perry is a successful African-American playwright, actor and screenwriter. Perry attributes his success to what he calls “spiritual progress,” especially the “spiritual progress” that resulted in making peace with his own father.  One of his profound insights was around learning that “parents do what they know how.” He finally realized that he could not change his history with his father, but he could change the way he wanted to remember it! “My life changed,” he said, “once things changed in me!”

I, too, had to learn how resentment can keep you stuck and how you can free yourself by going to the eye doctor and have them opened. The ability to see in a new way is like being let out of prison, having your chains cut and throwing off a heavy load. Like Tyler Perry, it was only when I chose to “see my past in a new way” that I was no longer a victim of it.

We cannot do anything about our pasts, but we can choose whether we want to be victims of it. Once I began to understand that my Dad “did what he knew how,” I was able to move from anger to compassion. I thank God that I was able to bury all that resentment, even before I buried him!

“Seeing in a new way” is exactly the conclusion Jesus came to in his search for clarity during his forty days in the desert.  Coming out of the desert, he began to preach “conversion.” “Metanoiete” means “change the way you see!” Change the way you look at things and heaven will open up to you.   Once things change in you, things around you will look very different.”  The devil tried to get Jesus to change things. Jesus resisted that temptation. Instead, Jesus called for an internal change within people, believing that if people would change inside, things outside them would also change. A new life begins with having your eyes opened!

Today we have a wonderful story about a bunch of blind people: one who can’t see and others who won’t see. All of them need Jesus in order to be able to “see.” In this wonderful story, Jesus uses the occasion of healing physical blindness to tell us something about the healing of spiritual blindness.

The man born blind, not only regains his physical sight, but step-by-step he begins to see Jesus in a new way. At first, he says he tells people he doesn’t know who this Jesus is who healed him. As the story unfolds, he calls Jesus a “prophet” and finally “Lord.”

The Pharisees and his parents can see physically, but they are spiritually blind and refuse “to see in a new way.” The Pharisees are blinded by their own rigid religious structures. They can’t see the beauty of this great healing, a blind man getting his sight. All they can see is that this healing  took place on the Sabbath day and healing was illegal on the Sabbath day. The parents are blinded by their fear of being ostracized by neighbors, friends and organized religion if they admitted to this healing.  They conveniently choose not to know and not to see. “Ask him,” they say, “he is old enough to speak for himself.” Both Pharisees and parents are afraid of “seeing in a new way” because it would mean their cozy little routines would be disrupted. It was convenient for them not to see and so remain stuck in their chosen blindness.

I am amazed when I talk to “stuck” people. I believe that most people who are stuck are basically people who are blinded by their inability to “see in a new way.” They whine and cry and wait to be rescued, but they cannot change their minds and look at their situations from a new angle. They can’t “let go” of their old way of thinking and seeing, and so remain stuck in their blindness. They are like the monkeys I read about several years ago. To catch these monkeys for the zoo, people would cut a hole in a tree, just small enough for a monkey to his hand into. Then they fill it with peanuts. When the monkey sticks his hand into the hole and grabs the peanuts, he cannot pull his hand back out. Instead of letting go of the peanuts, they howl and cry till someone comes and hauls them off to the zoo. All they had to do was to let go of the peanuts. People are a lot like that: they cannot let go of the way they see things and so remain trapped, whining and crying all the while.

Some people simply cannot “let go” of the way they see things. They clutch at beliefs like: life ought to be fair, parents ought to be perfect, spouses should not let each other down, the church ought to be perfect, things ought to make sense and people ought to respect you, love you and meet your needs. And, of course, when life isn’t fair, when parents and churches aren’t perfect, when spouses let them down, when things don’t make sense and when people do not meet their needs, they fall apart and remain stuck in their belief that if they just don’t like it enough, it will go away. All they would have to do to free themselves is to “let go” of their old beliefs and “see things in a new way.”

Jesus was right, “If you were physically blind, there is no sin in that, but when you choose to be blind, your sin remains, you keep your own suffering going.”  Tyler Perry is right, too, when he says, “My life changed once things changed in me.”

What about you? What situations do you need to “look at” in a new way? What people do you need to “look at” in a new way? Is the way you have been “looking at” these situations and people still causing you pain? If so, ask God for healing! Ask God for a new set of eyes! Once things change in you, life will change for the better for you!

CHURCH CHAT #19

"Let the little children come to me!"

Matthew 19:14

THE PASSING OF A GREAT MAN: CARDINAL POLYCARP PENGO

 

Readers of this blog might recognize this man's name. The primary school in Tanzania (Cardinal Polycarp Pengo Primary School)  that we have helped complete is named after this former first bishop of the Diocese of Tunduru-Masasi of which our friend, Bishop Filbert Mhasi, is now bishop. Even before his death, Cardinal Pengo knew that the new primary school named after him (at which he had blessed its foundation- see below) had restarted by gifts from Louisville, Kentucky.

              

We are still accepting gifts to help furnish the inside of the school so it can open soon. We are so close - just $15,750 short of finishing this project. Double desks with two seats are $200.00 each.  If you are moved to make a Lenten donation, you can write your tax-deductible checks out to: Father John Judie Ministries and send them to: Father Ronald Knott, 1271 Parkway Gardens Court, #106, Louisville, KY 40217 for deposit. 

Cardinal Pengo (retired Archbishop of Dar es Salaam) was loved and respected throughout Tanzania. Bishop Mhasi said this about his funeral, "There were a lot of people! Three Cardinals, many bishops, a lot of priests and religious! Yes, it was emotional for many who admired him, loved him. I am one of them."

Cardinal Pengo died February 19 of this year at age 81 and will be buried at the Pugu Pilgrimage Center, where the archdiocese is building a new cathedral.

Cardinal Pengo died while undergoing treatment at the Jakaya Kikwete Cardiology Institute in the Tanzanian capital, hours after arriving in the country from India. The cardinal had sought treatment in the Asian country since late December, according to Church officials, but had requested he be brought back to Tanzania after his health deteriorated.

Condolences have continued to pour in for the prominent prelate, considered a leading spiritual, moral and national voice in the East African country. He spoke strongly on social justice, advocated for the marginalized, the poor, and against corruption. He also advocated for the coexistence of Christians and Muslims.