September 10, 2017



With Labor Day come and gone, summer is unofficially over. Family vacations are complete, the kids are back in school, and we look forward to this final stretch of Ordinary Time leading up to Advent.

This will be a pretty busy month for celebrating feast days of Mary and some popular saints; Padre Pio and St. Vincent DePaul among them. And, of course, this Monday we will remember that tragic Tuesday in September of 2001. And then, at the end of the month, we will be recalling the feast of the archangels, Gabriel, Raphael, and Michael, followed shortly thereafter by the guardian angels, those messengers that Jesus said constantly “look upon the face of the Father”.

I was reminded of the angels last week at the air show at Willow Run Airport. I went with Fr. Lobert and we ran into many of you as well. Most of us were guests of parishioner/aviator, Tony Pequeño, who works the C-47 exhibit of the Yankee Air Force and provided us with many free tickets.

I think that many people have a love of airplanes and flying. I know Fr. Richard and I both do. Father was a licensed pilot for a few years, and I at least soloed (at Willow Run) and got my ‘cross-country’ requirements in before having my flying career interrupted by a “higher” calling.

But I  have always enjoyed the bird’s-eye view of earth from airplanes, sometimes letting my imagination get the better of me, seeing the landscapes below more like an angel might.

Many of you who are my age might remember back in the day when, at the end of the TV broadcast day, they would sometimes play a video called High Flight. It was based on a poem by a WWII aviator named John McGee, Jr. who died in a mid-air crash over England in 1941. I sometimes read it at funerals of individuals who had a love of flying. It might be good to read on the feast of the archangels.

“O, I have slipped the surly bonds of earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward I’ve climbed, and joined the tumbling mirth
of sun-split clouds,  and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of. Wheeled and soared and swung,
High in the sunlit silence. Hov’ring there,
I’ve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless halls of air…
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
I’ve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace.
Where never lark, or even eagle flew.
And, while with silent, lifting mind I’ve trod
The high untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand, and touched the face of God.”

 ~Fr. John



Our new Business Manager, Mike Kanny, started last week. He comes to us with 37 years of experience at Ford Motor Co and has been very active at Holy Spirit the past 12 years having served on the Finance Council and School Advisory Board along with being a school parent. Please stop by to give him a warm welcome!

I look forward to seeing all of you at our Parish Picnic this Sunday at noon.

Fr. J


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