- Posted by Lin Wilder
- On November 9, 2013
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I had never thought of the souls in Purgatory as my brothers and sisters until we happened to be here in Half Moon Bay during the first week of November.
One of the 3 priests here at the Catholic Church here has preached on this subject at 2 of the daily Masses I attended this past week. Clearly and radically orthodox, this young priest unabashedly delights in practicing what I have learned is the “extraordinary liturgy” each time he celebrates the Mass. His reverence and devotion seem to light up the altar when he raises the host.
Therefore, when Fr. Joe explained the plenary indulgence which can be gained by visiting a cemetery to pray for the souls of the dead and then invited those of us in attendance to join him when he prayed there, I was eager to join him at the cemetery not far from the church.
He was there once again at the morning Mass for Friday, appealing on behalf of those powerless brothers and sisters in Purgatory; explaining that since they had no body, they could no longer act for themselves, their impotence was absolute and that we, here, could help them through our prayers in this sacred month of the dead.
After Mass, we joined a few of the daily comunicants who have befriended us and I shared my delight with this priest’s teaching.
And learned quickly that my new friends did not share my enthusiasm; far from it; they are mourning the loss of the priest he replaced, one who represented all that they want to see in a priest, now back in New York City.
I see in my friends my own stubbornness, my lack of trust in what God gives me and what He takes away.
And my lack of trust saddens me.