Wednesday, May 06, 2026

A Mother's Heart and the Spirit Within

 


 

You know, there are some words that just don't translate well from one language to another. You can try, but something always gets lost. That's exactly the case with one of the most beautiful words in the entire New Testament. In today's Gospel from John, Jesus promises his disciples something extraordinary. He says, "I will ask the Father, and he will give you another Advocate to be with you always." That word "Advocate" comes from the Greek word "parakletos." And honestly, no English word quite captures it.

Some translations call him the Comforter. Others call him the Helper. Still others, the Counselor or the Advocate. The truth is, "parakletos" means all of these things and more. It's the one who stands beside you when you can't stand on your own. The one who whispers courage when fear has stolen your voice. The one who steadies your trembling hands when life feels too heavy to carry.

Have you ever heard someone say, "I just can't cope anymore"? We all have moments like that, don't we? Moments when the burden feels too great, when the road ahead seems too long, when our own strength simply runs out. And this, my dear brothers and sisters, is precisely where the Holy Spirit enters in. The Paraclete is the One who enables us to cope. The One who takes our inadequacy and transforms it into capacity.

Think about what Jesus is really saying to his disciples in this passage. He's essentially telling them, "I'm sending you on a mission that's far too big for you. You'll face persecution. You'll face confusion. You'll face fear. But don't worry. You won't be alone. I'm sending you Someone who will guide you, who will strengthen you, who will make the impossible possible."

And notice where Jesus tells them to find this Spirit. He doesn't say, "Look up to the heavens." He doesn't say, "Climb a mountain." He says something far more intimate: "He remains with you, and will be in you." The Holy Spirit dwells within. He makes his home in our hearts. As Saint Augustine so beautifully wrote, "God is more intimate to me than I am to myself." That's the Holy Spirit. Closer to you than your own breath.

Now, today is Mother's Day. And I couldn't help but notice how perfectly fitting it is that we hear this Gospel on the very day we honor our mothers. Because if you really think about it, the work of a mother is in many ways a living image of the work of the Holy Spirit.

When you fell down on the playground as a child and scraped your knee, who did you run to? When you had a bad dream in the middle of the night, whose voice calmed your fears? When you came home from school in tears because someone had hurt your feelings, whose embrace made everything better? For most of us, it was our mother. She was our first comforter. Our first helper. Our first advocate.

Of course, no mother is perfect. Mothers are human like the rest of us, and some of us carry wounds from imperfect mothering. But more often than not, a mother's love is one of the closest reflections we have on this earth of what God's love looks like.

I came across a beautiful tribute that a son once wrote to his mother. He said something like this to her: "Your gentle guidance has shaped all that I have done, all that I do, and all that I will ever do. Your spirit is indelibly imprinted on all that I have been, all that I am, and all that I will ever be. When I help my neighbor, your helping hand is there too. When I ease the pain of a friend, they owe a debt to you. Because you gave me life, and more importantly, lessons in how to live, you are the wellspring from which flows all the good I may achieve."

Isn't that beautiful? The author recognizes that his mother's spirit is imprinted on everything he does. Her love flows through him into the world. Every kind word he speaks, every act of compassion he performs, carries her fingerprints upon it.

And you see, dear friends, this is exactly how the Holy Spirit works in us. When we open our hearts to him, he leaves his indelible imprint upon our souls. He gradually shapes our thoughts, our words, our actions. Slowly but surely, our lives begin to reflect his presence. Saint Paul describes the result of this transformation in his letter to the Galatians: "The fruit of the Spirit is love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control."

Notice that these are also the qualities of a good mother, aren't they? Love. Patience. Kindness. Gentleness. The Holy Spirit doesn't just give us these things as decorations on the outside. He plants them deep within us so that they grow naturally from the inside out.

So on this Mother's Day, I invite you to do two things. First, thank your mother, whether she is still with us in this world or watching over us from the next. Thank her for being, in her own imperfect but beautiful way, a reflection of the Spirit's work in your life. If she's still living, call her, visit her, embrace her. If she has gone home to the Lord, pray for her and remember her with gratitude.

And second, remember that you are never alone. Whatever you are facing this week, whatever burden weighs upon your shoulders, whatever fear keeps you awake at night, the Paraclete is with you. He is in you. He is the Comforter who wipes your tears. He is the Helper who steadies your steps. He is the Advocate who pleads your cause before the Father.

Jesus made us a promise in today's Gospel, and he keeps every promise he makes. "I will not leave you orphans," he said. And he hasn't. He has given us his Spirit, who dwells in our hearts, who guides our steps, who enables us to cope with whatever life brings.

May we, like good sons and daughters, listen to that Spirit's gentle voice. May we let him shape us until our lives become a tribute to him. And may every mother here today, and every mother who has shaped our lives, know that her love has been a living echo of the love of God himself.

Lord, I will continue to pray daily for all my Sonshine Friends. Vineyards and gardens provide time to enjoy nature’s silence, to listen to an inner voice from God communicating a simple message of love: “ask for whatever you want and it will be done for you”……

 

 

Tuesday, May 05, 2026

Fr. Matt's 49th Anniversary Ordination to the Priesthood


  

“I am the vine, you are the branches…Whoever remains in me and I in him will bear much fruit, because without me you can do nothing.”: (John 15:5). This is today’s gospel reading that fits perfectly on this special day.

May 6th is the 49th anniversary of my ordination to the priesthood in the farming community of Caledonia, I knew very little about farming. This year, I have not yet planted any seeds in my garden because the soil is too cold and the ground too soggy with all the rains. Yet, I have worked over 70 hours preparing for this year’s growing season. In preparing for ministry, I spent 13 years in seminary preparing to work in 50 parishes, hospitals, colleges and reopened a decade closed Catholic parish to bear fruit again.

In the past month, this shepherd could not have completed any of his farm chores without the help and wisdom of my mentors. When the torrential rains created foot deep trenches that destroyed our driveway hill, Cam and Brad came to our rescue to repair the driveway. When I needed Norway Spruce trees, Doug provided seven healthy trees from his tree farm that had a root system weighing over a 100 pounds. After I rolled the trees into position and dug the seven holes, Mr. Milk brought his two young Mexican workers Mateo and Carlos to help plant the trees into the ground. When I needed mulch to spread around our 40 trees, another Doug provided a truckload of natural mulch. After I had spread 500 shovels of natural mulch around our serviceberry trees, my Mexicans helpers unloaded the remaining mulch into the compost bin. Thanks again to Denny for donating four hay bales where I will plant zucchini and cucumbers. However, the real tough job is making holes in those hay bale to put the soil and for this job Jamie let me borrow his reciprocating saw that did the trick but with a lot of sweat and tears.

Ministry demands this same commitment to bear fruit. Thanks to Bishop John, I am grateful to serve as mentor and counselor to 12 men who have been ordained as deacons and priests and look forward to the ordinations of Fathers Val and Steve in San Antonio in June. Or, ministry means helping Maggie, my neighbor, talk with customer service to help pay her phone and utility bills. Or, help find vendors to get quotes to replace her broken gutters and apply for a government grant that’s 20 pages long to qualify for funds to repair her home exterior.

You can’t bear much fruit, if your farm equipment is out of sorts. Thanks again to Jeff, Bethany Fire Chief and master farm mechanic and his son Jamie tuning up the tractor, mower and gator. However, I need to buy parts at the John Deere store to repair the bushhog.

I am humbled o continue to provide critical incident services as a first responder to bring comfort to coworkers who have suffered a trauma. This includes nurses at Rochester General Hospital coping after a visitor pointed a gun at the hospital staff and helping a teacher aide at Mary Cariola find Section 8 housing for her sister who was evicted by the landlord.

“That you bear much fruit and become my disciples.” To serve the Lord for 49 years is a humble privilege. I am grateful for the many blessings in my life that are gifts from God…especially the vineyards/gardens within my life that come in the form of friends and mentors who have helped me tend to the fields in my garden.

Lord, I will continue to pray daily for all my Sonshine Friends. Vineyards and gardens provide time to enjoy nature’s silence, to listen to an inner voice from God communicating a simple message of love: “ask for whatever you want and it will be done for you”……