A Christmas Story

A Christmas Story




“Can you help me?!” It was as much a desperate plea as it was a question. The plea came from a beautiful young girl, and the plea was directed at me. It was a cold night in December at the Natick rest area on the Mass Pike. I had just come out of the convenience store, and the girl was standing beyond the car parked right next to mine. Long blonde hair, about seventeen or eighteen, shaggy white sweater, dress down jeans that look worn and torn when you buy them. Her eyes were tearing and they shined in the fluorescent light projecting over to us from the gas pump area.

The questioning plea was followed by the hurried talk of someone who wanted to explain all with little time to do it.

I signaled with hand cupping my ear that I couldn’t make out what she was saying. She quickly ran around her car to mine, and now we stood face to face.

She explained that she was out of gas and couldn’t make it home. Did she have a phone? Could she make a call for help? I didn’t ask. I just listened. With rapid fire urgency she made her case. She wouldn’t need much gas and she would give back later whatever gas I helped her to get.

“So you’re asking me for money?” I said. “Isn’t that it? You need money to get gas and go home?” My response to the story of her dilemma reduced her to silence. There was no “yes” or “no” to my question, only the pleading eyes of someone hoping for help, understanding, compassion, mercy.

At this point I was figuratively pinching myself, to ask myself if all this was really happening. I knew from the look on the girl’s face that her plight was real. There was no guile, no deceit. Far from that there was the pristine beauty and innocence of youth – the willingness to trust, to believe much as Anne Frank, that deep down people are good inside, children of God if you will, and if we approach them with openness we will find that goodness of the child of God made in His image.

It was now with this openness that the heart and soul of this beautiful young person had reached out to me. I was truly humbled by the courage she had shown to approach me, a total stranger, to risk showing how vulnerable she was, how much in dire need she truly was.

In my own soul and spirit the words came to me: Jesus looked upon her and loved her. I suddenly was reflecting on the many times in the Gospels where Jesus looked upon a person, whether a young rich man or a poor widow. He looked upon them and loved them; then He stretched forth His hand to help, to heal, to raise them up out of a stormy sea, or to raise them back to Life and set them free.

So now I could feel the Power of the Risen Christ within me reaching out through me to touch the life of this young girl. I now knew that this moment was not coincidence, not chance happening. The guiding hand of God’s Love had brought this moment to pass. The leading of the Holy Spirit had once more directed a person in need into the path of my life. Or on this feast day (December 8th) of the most Holy Mother of God, perhaps Mary had led this child to someone who could reveal to them the Love of her Son.

“I will help you in the name of Christ…” I said. Stunned, but suddenly excited and encouraged, she began once more to remonstrate that she would repay whatever help I gave her. I raised my hand in protest, and looking right up close into those tearing eyes, I said “Listen to me!” She became quiet.

The stage was now set for a dramatic and climactic pronouncement, and I did no disappoint. “I am going to help you in the name of Jesus Christ.” Having said that, I pulled out my billfold from my back pocket, found a twenty dollar bill, and gave it to her. The Joy that ignited on her face was like that of a child on Christmas morning. I turned to leave, not waiting to watch the tear stream down the side of her left cheek, but I know it did.

There was one glance back at her to say “Merry Christmas!” As I said it she smiled and rushed back to her car with the energy and vigor of someone renewed, restored, raised to new life, “resurrected” you might say – the ultimate sign that Jesus was there, His Risen Presence powerfully alive in the midst of us.

“Merry Christmas!”

Doug +

Holding the Form of Religion But Denying Its Power

“Holding the Form of Religion But Denying Its Power”




- St. Paul, 2Tim. 3:5







Ever wonder why Catholic Churches are half empty on Sunday mornings? Or why there seem to be few if any teenagers present? Ever wonder why the power and influence of the Church has so greatly diminished over the last twenty years? Perhaps what follows may give one important answer, if not the key reason…



Last Sunday at a nearby parish, after the Gospel and the homily – and before the Eucharist - the congregation was told to be seated so that the Finance Committee could present the annual budget. Now mind you, this is in the middle of the Mass!



Would they have done this if Jesus were standing there? If it were the Last Supper and He were just finished speaking to us? Of course not! Yet that is the awesome truth which the Church proclaims: Jesus was standing there. He was truly present. In the Mass, in this reliving of the Last Supper and the events of the Paschal Mystery, Jesus is as truly present after the proclamation of His word (John 6:63) – the Gospel! – as He is present upon the altar after the solemn words of consecration.



He was standing there powerfully present in the midst of us. Yet the people there preferred not to relish His presence or savor His teaching, but rather to focus on facts, figures, and finances – and all this in the middle of the Mass! Incredible, outrageous… Yet more than that – it was and offense and insult to God.



Would a parish have such a report after the Gospel at Christmas Mass, or at a solemn Mass on Easter? Of course not! It is because at these times of the year we want people to experience the Gospel, the Good News of Emmanuel – God with us. We want them to feel the Presence of God’s great Love, the Presence of His Spirit which fills the earth at the coming of Christ, and which anoints the world with Pentecost power after His Resurrection.



But why not aim to have such Power and Presence animate every Mass? Why not be urgent in season and out of season? (2Tim. 4:2) Why not make every Mass every week be a powerful proclamation of God with us? Please, no more anemic liturgies where we treat the Mass as some sort of superficial experience, an honoring of God with “lip service”, a “going through the motions” proclamation of God with us that amounts to little more than a “noisy gong or clanging cymbal”, a boring experience filled with empty words and perfunctory rituals, with hollow words and lifeless speech .



Rather, make every Mass a heart and soul effort to render Christ present in power through God’s Word (Jesus!) and Eucharist, through a Gospel proclamation that releases Spirit and Life into the hearts of the Faithful (John 6:63) present at Mass, through a Eucharist that is taken seriously as a reliving of the Last Supper and the all-powerful Love which made itself felt the night before Jesus suffered.



Wake up Catholics! Increasingly, every day, every moment, our society needs more and more the Love of Christ and the Bread of Life, the Food and Fuel which fills our spirits with the Holy Spirit. Please don’t make a Mass a mockery of a real feast on His Love and a true celebration of His Love present in power among us.



God bless,

Doug Michaud



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"YOU ARE SPECIAL!"

“YOU ARE SPECIAL”




Please! No more speeches that tell people – and especially young people – that “You are not special!” Not only because the statement is not true, but also because it is the last message our society needs to hear. All around us we continually see the assault on the dignity of human life. The Aurora theater, the Sikh killings in Wisconsin are only the latest episodes of humanity being treated as cheap and readily disposable. The same unnerving phenomenon has been with us ever since the advent of abortion. The trashing of human life made its ugly presence dramatically felt on 9-11, in the Oklahoma bombing, and in the disgraceful treatment of the poor and elderly in the aftermath of Katrina. Media, movies, and violent video games encourage the assault on human dignity. Rape, torture, and mass killings like those in the “Dark Night Rises” make for top box office entertainment today. Is it any wonder that the Boston Herald headline yesterday (Aug. 14th, 2012) reports on the fear which lurks on the streets of our cities today?

So no more speeches which tell people – and especially young people – that “You are not special!” I don’t care how literary the speech may be, or how artfully written – and the “Commencement” speech at Wellesley High last June was one such speech. Truly a literary gem, a work of literary art worthy of being studied and emulated in a course on writing. Yet its message is unfortunate, the last message people need to hear whether in Aurora, Oak Creek Wisconsin, or anywhere in America for that matter.

All the more so since the message is not true. Biblical teaching makes that quite clear. Each and every person has inestimable value as a child of God made in His image. (Gen. 1:26-27) How special each person is as His child, as flesh of His flesh, life from His life, heart of His heart. Even further, the human soul made in His image knows no limit. There is no limit to how high that soul can reach or how far that soul can go with the help of our Father on a journey to excellence in the service of Love.

But how would a public high school in America today know any of this; or, for that matter, how would our secular society, when they exclude from the public forum any word from God – especially any word that addresses the issue of human dignity? The result? A graduating class of American youth get to hear a three typed page message hammering home the reasons why they are not special; and even more tragic, a message like that all-pervasive in media and movies today – one that presents a vision of life and a view of people totally divorced from the context of the Gospel and God’s Word. Sad to say, though unfortunate and tragic, that commencement speech and the media messages like it are an all too common “sign of our times” – not to be surprised then when the news reports stories where “life is not special”, where human life is trashed, cheapened, or in the case of abortion and mass killings, readily disposable.

There are so many better purposes that a graduation speech can and should serve rather than subjecting and pummeling a graduating class of promising teens to three pages of “put down” rhetoric. Why not instead make the case for why you are special based on the core Gospel concept of Christian dignity – the infinite worth and value of each and every human being made in God’s image. Go even further, and cite how that worth was ratified and validated by the suffering and death of Jesus, by the price He paid to bring humanity back home to the heart of their Father.

You want to say something worthwhile to a graduating class of high school seniors? Tell them who they are in the eyes of God. Tell them that Jesus died with their names upon His lips. Tell them that as a child of God made in His image their “…immortal soul is beyond all price. There is no trouble too great, no humiliation too deep, no suffering too severe, no love too strong, no labor too hard, no expense too large, but that it is worth it, if it is spent in the effort to save a human soul…” in any and every sense that a human soul can be and needs to be saved.

- Douglas P. Michaud, Ph.D.C.
See our Ministry Website at www.trinitycor ministries777.net

An Updated Version of My Last Chick-fil-A Blog

An Updated Version of My Last Chick-fil-A Blog

Especially in the light of that dreadful bullying incident in Arizona, I’ve updated my blog on Chick-fil-A, dated August 1^st, 2012

Scathing Responses To Dan Kathy and “Chick Fil A”???

Incredible!

From ABC News.com/Politics:

Mayor Menino wrote a scathing letter to Cathy last Friday urging him to keep his restaurant out of Boston.

“I was angry to learn on the heels of your prejudiced statements about your search for a site to locate in Boston,” Menino wrote. “There is no place for discrimination on Boston’s Freedom Trail and no place for your company alongside it.”

Menino clarified his remarks on Thursday, noting that while he use the “bully pulpit” to discourage Chick-fil-A from coming to Boston, he would not deny the restaurant the necessary city permits to open in the city.

Days after Menino’s harshly-worded letter Chicago Mayor Rahm Emanuel levied his own criticism at the restaurant, saying he does not believe Cathy’s comments “reflects who we are as a city.”

“Chick-fil-A’s values are not Chicago values,” Emanuel said Wednesday, according to the Chicago Sun-Times. “And if you’re gonna be part of the Chicago community, you should reflect Chicago values.”

San Francisco became the third city to turn a cold shoulder on Chick-fil-A when Mayor Edwin Lee tweeted his distaste for the company’s anti-gay stance on Thursday.

“Very disappointed #ChickFilA doesn’t share San Francisco’s values & strong commitment to equality for everyone,” Lee tweeted, adding in a subsequent tweet, “Closest #ChickFilA to San Francisco is 40 miles away & I strongly recommend that they not try to come any closer.”

My Response:

I’m incredulous… Mayor Menino and other U.S mayors wanting to ban “Chick-fil-A” from their cities?! And all because its founder, Dan Cathy, wants to believe as Jesus did that marriage is a sacred bond between a man and a  woman?! (Mt. 19:4-6)

Is this crazy or what? Thankfully Mayor Bloomberg from Yankee Country (NYC) had the intelligence to sound off about the issue with a position statement that still respects the parameters of common sense, and more importantly, the Bill of Rights protected by the Constitution of the United States.

Honestly, what are those others mayors thinking? Personally, I was embarrassed to be represented by some liberal politician who makes Boston sound like some sort of Police State. Mayor Bloomberg is right when he says that “You can’t have a test for what the owners’ personal views are before you decide to give a permit to do something in the city. You really don’t want to ask political beliefs or religious beliefs before you issue a permit. That’s just not government’s job.”

Exactly right!!! And God help us if we move even one step in the direction of the other mayors’ directives. Especially disturbing is the allegations by Mayor Menino of discrimination and prejudice directed at Dan Kathy for thinking differently from the powerful Liberal Left lobby in this country. God forbid. I mean what is this country coming to?

                And I’m sorry – shame on the people who constantly tell me not to speak my beliefs for fear that they might offend others, the people who remain silent in an effort to be kind and compassionate toward others. I am kind and compassionate. Dan Cathy is too. But he, as well as myself, do not intend to remain silent when we constantly see the scathing anger and intolerance directed at the bedrock values upon which this country is founded. Can’t anyone see the anger and intolerance toward Christian values and teaching reflected in the words of these of these U.S. mayors? That’s the real issue here: intolerance toward Judeo-Christian values, and the censorship of any and all speech that disagrees with the Liberal agenda in this country.

Be silent in an effort to be kind? Bullcrap! I’m going to say “Merry Christmas!”, not “Happy Holidays!”, and tell those offended people to be kind and tolerant toward me and to respect my freedom of speech protected by our Constitution. And don’t give me that hogwash that because I want to believe in Jesus and His teaching, I’m prejudiced, or that I’m discriminating and want to treat certain people as less than equal. Not so!

And should I be “banned in Boston” when I say “Merry Christmas”? Or if I refuse to say “Winter Tree” instead of “Christmas Tree”? If so, then that is discrimination – to deny access or full participation in society based on race, color, or CREED!

God forbid that Chick-fil-A, or some other business should publically say, “Jesus is Lord!” in Boston. God help them. Perhaps we could set aside one of the islands in Boston Harbor as a prison where we could put such people – and all political dissidents, or more specifically, all who dare to think differently from the Liberal Left in this country.

I really do have a message for all these people who accuse others of “hate”, “prejudice”, and “discrimination” simply and solely because they believe differently than the Liberal agenda in this country:

“Grin and bear it!”, as they say.  And thank the God that you may or may not believe in that you are free to dissent from the majority consensus in this country.

“Grin and bear it!” And thank this God that the majority rule in this country gives you that freedom to dissent, that they don’t instead try to incriminate you and put you into prison for believing differently.

“Grin and bear it!” Even get down on your knees and thank this God that you’re not in Iran, Saudi Arabia, Libya, Egypt, or Indonesia – never mind Syria! When you are there don’t ever act offended, insulted, or discriminated against when the majority around you gives “Praise to Allah!” You’d be in for one “hell of a shock” at what will happen to you.

 Forgive my rant, but all this is so maddening. I can remember the story in a Catholic high school near by where a non-believer would take down the cross off the wall while he was teaching, and not allow one in his homeroom – in a Catholic school mind you! The administration of the school allowed such behavior in the name of tolerance and so as not to give offense. Hello?! Where was the teacher’s mandate to be tolerant and understanding toward the mission statement of the school that paid him: to make Christ known! There it is in a nutshell - intolerance surrounding us everywhere today permitted, condoned, and countenanced in the name of tolerance and compassion – it is all so absurd, and it has to stop, or the cherished biblical values of our country’s founding documents will soon fade from the public forum, and our country as we have known it will soon cease to exist.     

  

Congratulations to Chick-fil-A!!!

The comments about same-sex marriage made by Chick-fil-A President Dan Cathy a week ago continue to generate controversy this week…


"Guilty as charged," Cathy was quoted as saying in the Baptist Press last week when asked about his company's support of the traditional family unit as opposed to same-sex marriage.

"We are very much supportive of the family – the biblical definition of the family unit. We are a family-owned business, a family-led business," Cathy was quoted as saying.

Congratulations to “Chick-fil-A” President Dan Cathy for his stand opposing same-sex marriage. Would that more corporations, businesses, and schools (especially Catholic schools!) would take a stand for what the clear teaching of Jesus with respect to how marriage should be understood:

Jesus answered, “Have you not read that He Who made them from the beginning made them male and female, and said, ‘For this reason a man shall leave his father and mother and be joined to his wife, and the two shall become one flesh.’? So they are no longer two but one flesh. What therefore God has joined together, let not man divide.” - Mt. 19:4-6

Christians, claim the courage of the Spirit, a gift from God that is within you through the laying of the Apostle’s hands (2 Timothy 1:6), and use that gift to proclaim urgently and boldly the truth that is from God both “in season and out of season” (2 Timothy 4:2), whether popular or not. Don’t slide down the “slippery slope” of moral decadence with media, movies, and even public schools – all of which regularly work to erase the Judeo-Christian values of the Bible upon which our society is built.

God bless,

Doug Michaud
See blogsite @ http://trinitycorministries777.net/Blog-Spot.html

Celebrating God The Father’s Love on Father's Day

It was 1955 and the Carnival had come to town. It was one block away. My brother Paul and I were beside ourselves with excitement. I was seven then. Paul was five. Jumping up and down we pleaded with our parents for permission to go and watch it all set up.


With permission granted we ran to the Fair grounds and allowed ourselves to be drawn into the awe and wonder of seeing a little “magic kingdom” set itself up right around the corner from our house. With rapt attention and totally captivated we watched it all assemble tent by tent and ride by ride. There was a Tilt-a-Whirl, a Merry-Go-Round, an Octopus, and an awesome Ferris Wheel which I could see all lit up at night from my bedroom window. From my window I could also hear the music of the Carrousel, and smell all the wonderful aromas of a circus – popcorn, roasting peanuts, hot dogs, hamburgers, and sausage with fried peppers and onions.

Once the Carnival was all up and ready and open, Paul and I had to go. I especially nagged and pestered my father relentlessly. I didn’t want to hear about how poor we were – and we were, more than I ever realized until long after childhood.

My father said “no!” and “no!” again. Paul and I implored and begged, promising good behavior and chores down cheerfully – whatever it would take to get a “yes” from our Dad.

Our tenacious resolve prevailed, and the “yes” finally came – and that on the second night of the Carnival. We would go at night, but my Dad clearly made the point that money was tight. Paul and I could each have only one ride, only one drink, and only food item.

I got Cotton Candy, and I chose to eat it on the Carrousel. My Dad stood between my horse and my brother’s, making sure we were safe and strapped in tight as the horses galloped up and down and all around in a beautiful rhythm with the music of the Merry-Go-Round.

I was in “Seventh Heaven” and I hoped and prayed that the Cotton Candy would last forever and that my one and only ride would never end. Yet life is not like that – or is it? The ride did start to slow down and I braced myself for the end of more than just a good time. It was the end of enchantment, the end of a most magical moment in time. But not really…

As the music stopped and the ride came to a halt, my Dad pulled a twenty dollar bill out of his pocket (That was a lot of money in 1955!) and told us that our night at the Carnival was far from over – it was in fact just beginning!

In that great and wonderful moment I’ll never forget the Joy which swept over me. But more than that, I’ll never forget the smile, the happiness, and the love which shone forth from my father’s face. It was a love for me and my brother. Paul and I had everything to do with it. I just knew it and could never doubt it.

To this day the Joy and Love radiating from my father’s face remains a most powerful image and mirror of God the Father’s Love for me. In that awesome sacramental moment with my Dad I could see and feel God’s Love reaching out to me. I could see and feel a Love that there not only for me, but for all of us, for we are all His children.



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An Important Distinction: Christ Did Not Come into This World to Suffer, But to Reveal The Father's Love For Us

                                                      

                                                     April 15th, Divine Mercy Sunday                                                           


                                                         An All-important Distinction:


Christ Did Not Come Into this World To Suffer, But To Reveal The Father’s Love For Us



Prelude to This Reflection:

Two weeks ago I was at Mass while traveling in another part of our beautiful country. I was part of a congregation which filled the Church to the point of standing room only. It was Lent, and even that Sunday in Lent that traditionally we call “Passion Sunday”. But still I was not prepared for a homily that I can only characterize as fearsome – frightening even to the extent of morbid and menacing.

The preacher, with an intensity that stared down his congregation from an elevated pulpit, told the Catholic faithful assembled that Christ came into this world to suffer. And if we would be His disciples, we must embrace suffering too. We must “crucify all unholy thoughts and desires” and through fasting and penance wage war upon our sinful flesh. This was the Christian life, and were ready to drink from the chalice of Christ’s suffering?



A Response

Jesus did not come into this world to suffer! As God’s only Son become man, he was a person on a mission, a man driven by a dream of the Kingdom of God, a man sent into this world to bring humanity back home to the heart of God, a man determined to restore us and our world to that realm where God’s Love reigns supreme. If that mission involved cost, cross, crisis, and challenge, so be it. If that mission called Him to embrace on the Cross a Love like only God could love, then so be it.

But suffering was not His focus. You, me, all of us were His focus, the reason why He did all He did. We were His focus and He died with our names upon His lips. You, me, all of us were His focus as He died knowing that He had paid the price to bring us back home to the Father. In doing that He revealed on the Cross the fullness of the Father’s Love for us. To reveal that Love was at the heart and core of His mission, at the heart and core of the reason why He was sent into this world.

To say that Jesus came into this world to suffer is to completely misunderstand His focus. We were and are His focus, and this focus gave Him power – power to do whatever it would take to wrest us from the grip of Evil and restore us to the Father’s embrace.

It is so absurd to see Jesus’ focus as SUFFERING! My mother and father raised eight children. We children were their focus. Out of love they gave us home, food, clothing, shelter and warmth, protection from the evils of this world. If such a task and mission involved cost, cross, crisis, and challenge – and it did – then so be it! They paid whatever price necessary to be there for us.

But how absurd it would be to characterize my parents’ lives as a call to suffering. Rather, they saw their mission as a call to love their children and to pay whatever price necessary to provide for them.

My wife and I raised six children. We did the same. But never once did we view our lives as a call to suffering. It was a call to love. And we did whatever was necessary to love them, provide for them, and protect them.

So enough already to the preacher who, with menacing eyes, stared down his congregation and told them that “…Christ came into this world to suffer. And if we would be His disciples, we must embrace suffering too. We must crucify all unholy thoughts and desires and through fasting and penance wage war upon our sinful flesh.”

Give me a break! No wonder the congregation seemed repressed and devoid of all joy. With a weekly homily like that they would be in danger of mental illness.

I suppose there is something to be said for the good intention of the preacher, as well as for the good Catholic faithful who welcomed His message out of a holy desire to do God’s will. But please, don’t pass off to us such a warped message and sick focus as having anything to do with the authentic Gospel, or with that beautiful Christianity which once changed the world and can still do the same today.

A recommendation to that preacher would be to prayerfully read again the story of the “Prodigal Son” – also called the “Story of the Father’s Love”. If you want a correct focus while preaching on God’s Word, that’s the story which should guide your message to society today, and it is the Love of that story which should forever be our focus.

In Jesus' Love,
                        Doug +