Here is the second part of my homily from the Respect Life Convention. A few years later, my own grandmother would begin to suffer more and more from dementia and Alzheimer. It was very painful to watch this once independent woman suffer the way she did. During this time my mother did her best to take care of her and my mother would ask me from time to time to come over and stay with her for an hour so that my mother could get out of the house .
Last October, I had the privilege of preaching at the Respect Life Convention. For my spiritual ponderings today, I would like to share with you that homily. I was ordained to the priesthood on Memorial Day weekend, but I would not begin my first assignment as a priest to nearly a month later. I arrived at my first assignment full of excitement and energy. My pastor handed me the keys to the parish and then began his month long vacation. I remember praying before I went to sleep that night hoping that the “emergency line”, a special extension set up in order to get in touch with a priest after office hours, would not ring. Around two o’clock in the morning the phone rang and I answered it. As I answered the phone, I remember simultaneously praying and hoping that the phone call was not about a sick child. Once again though God did not answer my prayer for it was about a one-year-old who was dying of cancer. She was not expected to make it through the night.