June 18, 2017

Dear Friends,

As I announced at all of the Masses on Trinity Sunday, during the week of June 5, 2017 we received permission from the Diocese to begin negotiations for the sale of St. John of the Cross. We are presently in negotiations with Salem Baptist Church of Jenkintown. Please note we are in negotiations. There is nothing final. The property is not sold.

The Parish Council, Parish Finance Committee and I understand you might have questions and concerns. We will do the best we can to respond in a comprehensive manner.

Please use my e-mail address to voice these matters. My e-mail address is on the front of the Parish Bulletin. Let us ask the intercession of Mary our Mother and St. John of the Cross to direct, guide, comfort, and strengthen us now and always.

God Bless Fr. Larry

week’s Reflection is:


by Marilyn Chandler McEntyre, a fellow of the Gaede Institute for the Liberal Arts at Westmont Collge, Santa Barbara, California and teacher at UC Berkeley.

My mother was careful about making the dollars stretch to the end of the month, but she also knew when to eat the manna. She knew that some things – most things – are to be used, enjoyed, and shared rather than stored.

Besides being a parable about relying on God’s provision, the story of manna in the wilderness is a story about how grace often comes in odd, unsettling, barely recognizable ways. The word “manna,” according to some scholars, means “What is it?” God didn’t send the Israelites braided challah or fresh salad greens. Their daily “bread” was a strange, flaky substance, something like hoarfrost that had to be gathered in the morning before it melted in the sun. They molded it into cakes that tasted a little like honey… Whatever the biochemistry of manna, the Israelites found it unfamiliar and had to learn to gather, prepare and eat it.

When our notion of what we need is confined by habit and expectation, it takes time to recognize that we have what we need. We may not have the money to replace an appliance but we may have a neighbor who can fix it. We may not have our closet friend nearby when sorrow strikes, but someone may surface from the margins of our lives with a beg heart and a listening ear. Solutions may come from unexpected sources. The answer to many prayers, reinforced with every celebration of the Eucharist, is simply this reminder: “You have what you need.” Take it Eat it. There will be more.