When Home Calls You Back...

I remember how much tradition was a precious part of every feast day. How angelic a full choir sounds. The uniqueness of a small town with two Catholic churches, which both remain open. The faithful people who helped form you spiritually as a part of your faith community. How most of them still remember my name.

I'm reminded how much I miss tradition and precious beauty of that large, old church building that was such an important part of my life. And I am glad that in that small town there is a beautiful parish that I still call HOME.

As the Year for Priests comes to a close, I am again reminded how blessed we are with some very wonderful, holy men to guide and lead us.