Newsletter 12th May 2019

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FIRST HOLY COMMUNIONS
Holy Cross Church Tramore.

Congratulations to the boys and girls from The Holy Cross School who made their First holy Communion this weekend.

Over the next two weekends the children from our other local schools will be making their First Holy Communion.

Saturday next 18 May at 11.00am we welcome the boys and girls from Gaelscoil Philib Barún, who are making their First Holy Communion. We also welcome their parents and families and all present with them on this, their special day.

Sat 25 May at 11.00am – The children from School Glór na Mara

PLEASE NOTE NO 10.00AM MASS ON THOSE DATES

We wish them every blessing at this important time in their lives.

Day of Prayer for Vocations

“I know them”

John’s Gospel is sometimes referred to as the ‘spiritual Gospel,’ as it has beautiful, reflective passages. During the Easter season, we read and hear mostly from John. It is a lovely opportunity to meditate more deeply on the Word. Today, we are given the image of Jesus as the Shepherd and of his people as the flock.

We hear the words ‘I know them.’ Jesus knows each person intimately. He knows our deepest desires, our worries and fears, our insecurities and pain. Jesus is as close to us as our own breathing. Nobody can interfere with this intimate friendship, even though at times we may feel differently.

We may experience discrimination because of our faith, or be attacked in some way. When things are not going so well, we may feel as if Jesus has abandoned us; sometimes we simply want to give up on the whole thing. We become distant. Let this passage be a reminder to us that Jesus is always very close to us and knows our struggles.

We simply need to share those struggles and fears with Him, for ‘no one will snatch them [you] out of my hand.’ We may forget this from time to time. This week, can you spend five minutes each day meditating on this passage? Focus on the breath. A phrase to repeat might be: ‘Jesus, I know that you are as close to me as my own breathing.’

Jane Mellett