Wise Words on Wednesday: Alumni

Solenidade-de-todos-os-santos

Many of the alumni who have attended the university before you fill the seats. The fans, the band, and your teammates are Wolverines. You are family alongside them. The Wolverine family. They want you to win. They consider themselves part of your team even though their time at the university has already come and gone. You are a part of a team who is encouraged by a huge team of fans not only in the stadium but also watching on televisions in bars and homes and listening on radios in cars and trucks all

– Jeff Cavins, “I’m not being fed!”

Wise Words on Wednesday: Fed or entertained?

Are you not entertained

Many say that they weren’t being fed. In all honesty, however, many of them would have to admit they weren’t being entertained, or made to feel special, or welcomed warmly enough after Mass. They grumble and they complain.

I know what I’m talking about. I know the pressure of having to bring in a better singing group next month than the one that visited last month. I know what would happen if my preaching ever weakened or if my smile wasn’t natural enough: People would leave and go find a better preacher, a more exciting worship experience, more comfortable pews, or more programs for the kids. I know this for a fact.

– Jeff Cavins,  “I’m not being fed!”

Wise Words on Wednesday: Welcoming Party

Today’s quotation seems very appropriate since I arrived back into San Diego last night. Who would you like in your heavenly welcoming party?

Communion of Saints

Just in case God asks who I want to [meet me in Heaven], I’ve got my list ready.

My desired greeting team includes not only my father and grandmother, but also John Fisher and John Paul II, Teresa of Avila, Catherine of Sienna , Fr. Caj, Sr. Rose, Sr. Diane, Blessed Mary, and Jesus Himself.  All waiting to receive me as the newest arrival into the family of God once and for all. Waiting to say, “Welcome home!”

– Jeff Cavins, “I’m not being fed!”

MASH

“Yes, the Church is made up of sinners; in fact, it is a hospital for sinners and often looks and smells like a hospital, with ill patients, raw wounds, and disease on every side. Such  things bother us and make us uncomfortable, but where else are the wounded and dying to go? They would pass out and die in the desert alongside the dusty trails” – Jeff Cavins, “I’m not being fed!”