Tagged: Gaudete Sunday

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Good News, Bad News, Who Can Say? – Homily for Gaudete Sunday

Today is Gaudete Sunday, Rejoice Sunday. We light the rose colored candle. We hear words like rejoice and be glad. And yet, maybe many of us arrive here a little tired. Advent days are dark. The world is loud.
This season that’s supposed to be joyful is often when things feel the heaviest, the most stressful. Which makes today’s readings comforting. Because every one of them speaks to us right where we are. Not to people who have it all figured out, not to people whose lives are all...

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The Soul Felt Its Worth – Homily for Gaudete Sunday

Today we heard the prophet Isaiah say, “I rejoice heartily in the LORD, in my God is the joy of my soul.” The word “rejoice” is repeated over and over in today’s Gaudete Sunday liturgy, from that reading of Isaiah, to the responsorial psalm, “My soul rejoices in my God,” and in Paul’s letter to the Thessalonians, “Rejoice always.” We’re only about a week away from Christmas, and today we are reminded that Christmas is a time of rejoicing. There are many people whose faces shine with that...

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A Scrooge on Gaudete Sunday – Homily for the 3rd Sunday of Advent

Today we see the beautiful roses and the rose vestments, and the rose colored candle that represent the third Sunday of Advent. These are visible reminders that no matter what we are going through, no matter what is happening around us, as Christians we are always people of Good News. And when we receive good news, how do we react? We rejoice. And that’s why this Sunday is dedicated to rejoicing. Why? Because we now know that the one we long for, the one our soul longs to...

Advent Wreath

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Homily for the Third Sunday of Advent – Year C 2012

You Better Watch Out, You Better Not Cry? Last weekend Brenda and I took the girls out to do some Christmas shopping and we ended up at a local sporting goods store looking at boots, hats and gloves. And as we made our way up the stairs to the second floor we saw a young boy, probably five or six years old, trying to hide behind the winter coats. He had obviously had enough of Christmas cheer, and was ready to go home. And his mom looked to...