SVG - MY ADOPTED COUNTRY AND ITS PATRON SAINT

THE COUNTRY OF ST. VINCENT AND THE GRENADINES

The island of St. Vincent in the Caribbean, now a part of Saint Vincent and the Grenadines, was named by Christopher Columbus after St. Vincent the Deacon of Saragossa, Spain as the island was discovered on January 22nd, St. Vincent's feast day.

ABOUT THEIR NAMESAKE, ST. VINCENT THE DEACON

He was born at Huesca, near Saragossa, Spain sometime during the latter part of the 3rd century. Vincent spent most of his life in the city of Saragossa, Spain where he was educated and ordained to the diaconate by Bishop Valerius of Saragossa, who commissioned Vincent to preach throughout the diocese. Because Valerius suffered from a speech impediment, Vincent acted as his spokesman.

The earliest account of Vincent's martyrdom is in a carmen (lyric poem) written by the poet Prudentius, who wrote a series of lyric poems, Peristephanon ("Crowns of Martyrdom"), on Hispanic and Roman martyrs. When the Roman Emperor Diocletian began persecuting Christians in Spain, both were brought before the Roman governor, Dacian in Valencia. Vincent and his bishop Valerius were confined to the prison of Valencia. Though he was finally offered release if he would consign Scripture to the fire, Vincent refused. Speaking on behalf of his bishop, informed the judge that they were ready to suffer everything for their faith, and that they could pay no heed either to threats or promises.

His outspoken manner so angered the governor that Vincent was inflicted every sort of torture on him. He was stretched on the rack and his flesh torn with iron hooks. Then his wounds were rubbed with salt and he was burned alive upon a red-hot gridiron. Finally he was cast into prison and laid on a floor scattered with broken pottery, where he died. During his martyrdom he preserved such peace and tranquillity that it astonished his jailer, who repented from his sins and was converted. Vincent's dead body was thrown into the sea in a sack, but was later recovered by the Christians and his veneration immediately spread throughout the Church. The aged bishop Valerius was exiled. 

According to legend, after being martyred, ravens protected St. Vincent's body from being devoured by vultures, until his followers could recover the body. His body was taken to what is now known as Cape St. Vincent; a shrine was erected over his grave, which continued to be guarded by flocks of ravens. In the time of Muslim rule in the Iberian Peninsula, the Arab geographer Al-Idrisi noted this constant guard by ravens, for which the place was named by him "Kanīsah al-Ghurāb” (Church of the Raven). King Afonso I of Portugal (1139–1185) had the body of the saint exhumed in 1173 and brought it by ship to the Monastery of São Vicente de Fora in Lisbon. This transfer of the relics is depicted on the coat of arms of Lisbon. [see below]

He is honoured as patron in Valencia, Saragossa, Portugal, etc., and invoked as a patron saint of vintners, brickmakers and sailors.

DIOCESE OF BEAUMONT, TEXAS, REVISITED, PART I

ON THE ROAD AGAIN! 

Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is making music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Goin' places that I've never been.
Seein' things that I may never see again

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again -
Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends.
Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
On the road again

Like a band of gypsies we go down the highway
We're the best of friends

Insisting that the world keep turning our way

And our way
is on the road again.
Just can't wait to get on the road again.
The life I love is makin' music with my friends

And I can't wait to get on the road again.
And I can't wait to get on the road again.

BACK BY POPULAR DEMAND

August 21-24, 2017

"This is not my first rodeo."

 I was their retreat presenter in 2015

Most Rev. Curtis J. Guillory, S.V.D., D.D., Bishop of the Diocese of Beaumont

INTENTIONAL PRESBYTERATES

PART TWO

Claiming Our Responsible Freedom as Individual Priests

Rev. J. Ronald Knott

“No one can replace us in the responsible freedom that we have as individual priests”

Pastores Dabo Vobis #69

       1.   PUTTING THE OXYGEN MASK ON YOURSELF BEFORE ASSISTING OTHERS: 

Tackling You Own Apathy, Cynicism and Personal Neglect

    2.       GIVE ME A BREAK: Saying No to Gossip, Jealousy, Narcissism and Suspicion

 3.       THE JONAH COMPLEX: The Convenience and Selfishness of Playing Small

4.       THROWING OFF THE CRUSH OF GARBAGE: The Power of Forgiveness

 5.       THE SHOW MUST GO ON: We Don’t Have the Luxury of Coming Unglued

MOODY GARDENS HOTEL, SPA AND CONVENTION CENTERGalveston, Texas

ANOTHER THOUGHT OF THE DAY

OH, JUST A FEW OF THE PLACES I'VE BEEN AS A SPEAKER!

A PROPHETIC BOOK

On my 46th birthday in 1990, now Deacon Robert and Bonnie Dever gave me this book by Dr. Seuss to celebrate their journey from Baptist minister and wife to Catholic Church members during my time as their pastor at the Cathedral of the Assumption. It was a celebration of how far they had come, but also a prediction about both of our futures. Robert became an ordained Catholic Deacon and I left the Cathedral to become the founder of the Institute for Priests and Presbyterates at Saint Meinrad Seminary. During the  past several years, I have been a motivational speaker in well over 100 dioceses in 9 countries. Today, I am retired but building a program in the Caribbean for retired priests, bishops and lay professionals.
Here are just a few pictures of some of the places I've been.

Cardiff, Wales

Vancouver, British Columbia

St. Lucia

Diocese of Scranton. Pennsylvania

St. Vincent., SVG

Saulte St. Marie, one of fourteen diocesan priest retreats in Canada

Newfoundland, Canada



Bequia, SVG



St. Vincent, SVG



St. Benedict Abbey, Atchison, Kansas



Port of Spain, Trinidad. Here I spoke to 21 Caribbean bishops at their annual Antilles Bishops Conference meetings and made a presentations at the local seminary.




Portland, Oregon




One of the California Missions in Diocese of Monterrey. Besides Monterrey, I have presented priest retreats in San Francisco, San Diego, San Bernardino, Fresno, Sacramento and San Jose.



Castries, St. Lucia



Outside Billings, Montana



Outside Victoria, British Columbia, Canada



New airport in St. Vincent, SVG



Bridgetown, Barbados



Outside Regina, Saskatchewan, Canada



Outside Memphis, Tennessee



Parish Mission, Naples, Florida




Billings, Montana



Outside Scranton, Pennsylvania



Outside, Kamloops, British Columbia, Canada



Barbados



My own backyard.



South of Monterrey, California



St. Lucia



Beaumont Priest Retreat in Galveston Texas.



St. Vincent, SVG



Outside of New Ulm, Minnesota



St. Vincent, SVG



Cardiff, Wales. Besides Wales, I have presented in England and Ireland.




Carmelite Community Retreat, Dallas, TExas



Landing in Chicago hundreds of times.



St. Augustine Church, Lebanon, Kentucky, one of over 75 Parish Missions I have preached.



Christ the King Monastery outside Vancouver, British Columbia, Canada

SOME MORE COUNTRY HUMOR

FRESH BISCUITS

You might have to be a country pastor, as I have been, to appreciate this story. 

SENT TO ME BY A FRIEND

A visiting minister was attending a men’s breakfast in farm county.  He asked one of the impressive older farmers in attendance to say the prayer that morning. After all were seated, the older farmer began------

“Lord, I hate buttermilk.”

The minister opened one eye and wondered to himself where this was going.

Then the farmer loudly proclaimed, “Lord, I hate lard.”

Now the minister was overly worried.  However without missing a beat, the farmer prayed on, “And Lord, you know I don’t care much for raw white flour.”

Just as the minister was ready to stand and stop everything, the farmer continued,

“But Lord, when you mix ‘em all together and bake ‘em up, I do love those fresh biscuits.  So Lord, when things come up we don’t like, when life gets hard, when we just don’t understand what you are saying to us, we just need to relax and wait ‘till you are done fixin’ and probably it will be something even better than fresh biscuits."
AMEN

DOING THE "IMPOSSIBLE"

Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water.

But when he saw how strong the wind was he became

frightened, and beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord,

save me!”

Matthew 14

It is normal to worry and feel tense or scared when under pressure or facing a stressful situation. Anxiety is the body’s natural response to danger, an automatic alarm that goes off when we feel threatened.

Although it may be unpleasant, anxiety isn’t always a bad thing. In fact, anxiety can help us stay alert and focused, spur us to action and motivate us to solve problems. But when anxiety is constant or overwhelming, when it interferes with our relationships and activities, we enter the world of anxiety disorders.

Panic attacks, as they are known in mental health circles, are episodes of intense panic or fear. They can occur suddenly and without warning. Sometimes the terror can be so severe that you feel as if you are about to die or totally lose control. The physical symptoms are themselves so frightening that many people believe they are having a heart attack.

I am in the healthy range normally, but I have stepped over the line sometimes. I have had my moments. My childhood was punctuated almost every day with fits of parental rage.  I never knew what was going to happen next. In my 57 years of priesthood, I have had to overcome severe and chronic bashfulness, have been threatened by the Ku Klux Klan, have been thrown out of a ministerial association because I am a Catholic, have had fundamentalist preachers run me down by name on the radio and have had a knife pulled on me right here in this Cathedral over a homily that was given.  I have seen one of my rectory mates carted off for alcohol addiction and another leave the priesthood. I have been stalked by a schizophrenic and singled out in a hateful crusade by right-wing Catholics because we welcomed marginal Catholics here. While I was serving as its pastor, these cathedral walls cracked down the back and along one side and almost feel to the ground two-thirds of the way into this renovation. I have had my house broken into three times and I have survived two major health scares.

So what gospel did I choose for my 25^th anniversary celebration? This one – Peter’s walk on water! What name did I choose to publish my books under? Sophronismos Press! Sophronismos is a special Greek word which means, loosely, “knowing how to keep your cool in the face of panic!”

Panic, anxiety and fear are part of life – especially today in modern America with the seemingly never-ending war in Afghanistan, a possible war with North Korea and a shaky economy for many and other major unknowns. Even Homer Simpson tries to calm his family with these outrageous lines. “All right, let’s not panic! I’ll make the money by selling one of my livers. I can get by with one!”    

This wonderful gospel crammed with symbols has one powerful lesson for us about how to handle stress and anxiety and that is  - to keep our eyes fixed on Jesus! When Jesus invites Peter to get out of the boat and walk on the water toward him, he is really inviting Peter to trust him.  As  long as Peter kept his eyes, attention and faith fixed on Jesus was able to do the impossible. However, when Peter took his attention off Jesus and looked down at how deep the water was or looked around to see how strong the winds were, he began to sink!

The same is true for us! As I look back over my life, a life that I have monitored and documented in journals, I have come to see that those moments when I refuse to let the wind and the waves drag me down, when I kept the faith and kept trusting Jesus, some fabulous things have come out of the worst of times! My present situation is only the latest example.

In 2002, I was at the lowest point of my priesthood. Things could not have looked bleaker. The waves and the wind were overwhelming me. However, I kept coming back to this story as I have many times before. I decided not to focus on the problems that surrounded me, but to keep my eyes fixed on Jesus. Fifteen years later, I look back and find myself absolutely amazed at the opportunities and blessings that have come to me since then! It has happened so often in my life that I no longer need to be convinced of the wisdom in this gospel. I know it to be true! As Jesus said in another place, “Fear is useless, what is needed is trust!”

Let me end this homily with a couple of quotes about fear and worry that I have in my journal – that serve as my life coach and cheerleader. “For peace of mind, resign as general manager of the universe.” “Love looks forward, hate looks back, but anxiety has eyes all over its head.” (Mignon McLaughlin) “There are more things that frighten us than injure us, and we suffer more in imagination than in reality.” (Seneca) “How much pain they have cost us, the evils which have never happened.” (Thomas Jefferson)  “Fear can keep us all night long, but faith makes a fine pillow.” (Phillip Gulley)

If you are worried, stressed and filled with fear, lift your eyes from the things you are worried about, the things that stress you out and the things that you are afraid of! Instead, look up and keep your eyes fixed on Jesus! Trust him with your next step. One day soon, you will look back and realized that you just walked on water!

I keep a framed quote where I can see it every day. It is from Philo T. Farnsworth who said, "Impossible things just take a little longer!" As Jesus said, "With God all things are possible!"