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  • Deacon Dan Wright serves the Diocese of Austin, Texas. His work outside the parish is as a special education teacher serving students with significant cognitive disabilities.



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January 24, 2007





deacon dan, it's very true what you say about never knowing when your words, or what ones exactly, may be uplifting to someone. Even when I listen to a homily, I can't tell you how many times over the years my spirits have been lifted, my mind has been eased, perhaps just by a few words or a sentence. We can't always let the priest or the deacon know that, and in fact, we probably seldom do, but I do believe it happens all the time.


Once upon a parish, we had an exquisite homilist So good, we'd be utterly spellbound. Emmaus time, hearts burning.. we'd be so ready, then, for the Mass to continue bringing us Home. We were spoiled rotten by this, of course. We also had a priest who limped along consistently, but we'd wait, like little children, for that intake of breath that signaled the end of his homily, because right after his silent prayer then, he would say it, and we'd know he meant it: "God bless you."

All have different gifts..I can't remember any of the homilies, now, not even the ones that opened up vista after vista of light, except one. I guess it's not about being an homilist. It's about being a conduit.. it's about being that devoted person we want to help us out of this world when the time comes. And we are thankful.

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