Sonntag, 15. Juli 2018

Our Lady of Mount Carmel and the litte pilgrimage cat Felix

 

Feast Day of Our Lady of Mount Carmel

July, 16

Edith Breburda

 

Blessed Isidore Bakanja – Martyr of the Brown Scapular
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 See also our devouted, littel, highly intelligent cat Felix and his reflections on the "Brown Scapular".....

Felix the Pilgrimage Cat in Paris, Chartres and Rome.....

.....Then time begins to fly by quickly. Just yesterday, Felix was grumbling, but now that he finds himself in the spectacular Cathedral, he is elated that he is allowed to sit with the children in the first pew, although he remains tucked in between them so that he is not so obvious.

The interior of the Cathedral is cool and dark. Felix with his predominantly black coat blends in easily. No one expects a cat to be in a Cathedral. It is a secret that is safe with the children.
Long before Mass begins, the young pilgrims go forward to kneel at the communion rail. There they receive their Brown Scapular medallion with individual prayers for each child by the priest. It is associated with St. Simon Stock.
In the window above the right side altar, a scene is depicted wherein the Virgin Mary appeared to St. Simon, on July 16, 1251.
The image reflects the Blessed Mother with the baby Jesus in her lap, holding the Brown Scapular in her hands. St. Simon Stock kneels in front of her and he receives the brown woolen vestment.
Thankfully, Peter had already explained all of this in great detail to the children. A scapular is a short woolen shoulder garment that is worn over the clerical habit.
It’s meaning is purely symbolic, reminding one of Jesus’ words, “Take my yoke upon you and learn from me, for I am gentle and humble in heart and you will find rest for your souls. For my yoke is easy and my burden is light.” (Matthew 11, 29-30). Long ago the oxen wore yokes in order to plow the fields.
The modern scapular consists of two pieces of cloth, one worn on the chest and the other on the back, which are connected by straps or strings passing over the shoulders. In this way, the Blessed Mother provided the Carmelites with their vestments.
It is associated with devotion to Our Lady of Mount Carmel. In the very beginning, the Carmelites wished to stay in Jerusalem. At that time, they were still Eremites.
They lived in total solitude, emphasizing sacrifice and spent most of their time in prayer. Their rule was given to them by the Bishop of Jerusalem.
The Eremites lived around the chapel that was dedicated to the Blessed Mother. Their general superior was St. Simon Stock.
When the Blessed Mother appeared to him she explained that the Carmelites who wear the brown scapular are under her special protection.
In addition, whoever wears the scapular at the time of death will emerge from purgatory on the following Saturday. As the children learned the history and meaning of the scapular, everyone was eager to don the scapular. It became a medallion similar to the Miraculous Medal with the passage of time. Peter emphasizes that the scapular reminds one to live as a good Christian.
Everyone was then encouraged to receive the scapular. “All you have to do is come forward during the simple ceremony and kneel at the communion rail.”
While the ceremony of the enrollment progresses, Felix watches with rapt attention. As the priest carefully leans forward and places a scapular on the shoulder of each child, a special prayer is said, which includes:
“He who dies clothed with this habit shall be preserved from eternal fire. The benefits of this blessed scapular will be given to you.”
Felix can understand everything with his sensitive ears and he is becoming extremely jealous. He consoles himself with the thought that perhaps as a cat he doesn’t need a scapular. 
Mosaic at Carmel Monestary in Carmel/CA

A truly catholic cat would never end up in purgatory. He hesitates, thinking, “If there is no purgatory, then there is no cat in heaven.” However, our Felix cannot commit a sin because no animal can do that. Animals rely on instinct rather than having a free will. Intellect, free will, and a grave matter are required in order to commit a sin.
It is true, many people praise Felix’ intelligence. He has also a well-formed conscience that helps him to decide what is wrong or right.
However, the feline concludes that, because he does not have free will he cannot commit a sin. This makes him very happy.
As he ruminates about his situation, he realizes that purgatory is never an option for him. He knows that even as a cat he has a very good chance of ending up in heaven.
So, he can skip the Brown Scapular ceremony in good conscience, with peace of mind. Surely, he realizes that the path to heaven is strenuous, just as the journey to Chartres has been. In his wildest dreams, Felix would have never conceived of the possibility of a feline path to heaven… or Chartres.
Previously, he did not understand the meaning of the seminarians’ pilgrimage to Chartres. He had just wondered why everyone disappeared from Wigraztbad during Pentecost. Felix yawns and mumbles to himself, “It will be nice to be back in my comfortable homestead soon.”......
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 Virgin Mother of God, Mary Immaculate, we dedicate and consecrate ourselves to you under the title of Our Lady of Mount Carmel......May this scapular be for each of us a sure sign of your affection for us and a constant reminder of our duties toward you.....Ever while wearing it, may we be blessed by your loving protection and preserved in the grace of your Son....Most powerful Virgin, Mother of our Savior, keep us close to you every moment of our lives.......Obtain for us, your children, the grace of a happy death, so that, in union with you, we may enjoy the blessing of heaven forever...........Amen....Mary conceived withour sin, pray for us who have recourse to you........Our Lady Of Mount Carmel......pray for us...........


Donnerstag, 17. Mai 2018

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Saturday May 19, 2018, 12:00 AM, PDT                    Sunday May 20,  2018, 11:59 PM, PDT


 THE BLIND PASSENGER

Felix has lived in the seminary for quite a while. He contributes as much as possible to the point where there is little difference between himself and a seminarian. Just like everyone in the Wigratzbad Seminary, Felix does chores. His favorite is vacuuming by riding on top of the self-guided vacuum cleaner. 


After Fr. Victor left to teach at Our Lady of Guadalupe Seminary in Denton, Nebraska, Peter became the cat’s closest friend.
Before entering the seminary, Peter was a caretaker at a large zoo. He specialized in taking care of the lions. Felix noticed right away that Peter was treating him very well.
On Easter, Felix was always allowed to eat some of the special chocolate Easter bunny. No one could resist Felix’s begging. But when Peter came, he removed chocolate from Felix’s diet. Actually, this treat is not good for cats. Instead, Felix becomes multivitamin drops for cats. In the past, during Lent, Felix would have to abstain from chocolate. Now Felix receives the delicious vitamins frequently, including throughout Lent. This plays an important role in Felix’s love for Peter.
However, all day today, no one cares for Felix. Everyone is running here and there looking for socks, rolling sleeping bags together and inventing plans for the world. Felix is seemingly forgotten in all the turbulence. For a long time, he sits near the kitchen in the hope that someone will see him, remember him, and take care of him.
Today the cat waits in vain. It is already evening and no one has even noticed him. Just drinking water does not interest Felix.
He observes the seminarians leaving the kitchen with backpacks full of food. Felix is definitely hungry and the kitchen contains many edible things. Should he wait until he starves to death?
The seminarians come intermittently, and if Felix is quick he could be in and out before he was discovered. Felix hesitates a little while. Ultimately, he decides that definitely all of the seminarians have gotten their provisions out of the kitchen. Now it is his time to give it a try. He looks around holding his nose in the air to see if he can detect any odor of humans.
Then he sprints into the kitchen. The closer Felix gets to the table the better everything smells. With one big leap, he is on the table. There are neatly packed sandwiches-some with sausage, some with cheese.
Should Felix swipe a sausage sandwich? What if the sandwiches are counted and someone would notice his bad deed?
Oh no, suddenly Felix detects humans voices including Peter’s. In which direction should Felix flee? The only exit is through the doors.
Another possible exodus is through small windows, which are unfortunately closed. He seems to be caught between a rock and a hard place. Peter would not be pleased if he finds Felix here stealing sandwiches. There is one possibility right in front of Felix.
There remain some open backpacks on the table. “I’ll simply jump into one and hope Peter takes a different backpack.” Felix doesn’t think about it twice! The voices of the friends are coming closer, so Felix hides himself quickly in the next best backpack. He just barely accomplishes it and Peter is already in the room.
“Oh,” Peter said to the other seminarian. “Anyone can do the Pentecost pilgrimage from Notre-Dame de Paris to Notre-Dame de Chartres (France), covering within three days a distance of approximately 65 miles. In this way, we express the condition of Christian life which is to be a long pilgrimage and a long walk to paradise.
"I’m sure we will not break a leg walking to the Marian shrine. If one really cannot make it, there are driving services, but they are, I believe, only for old grandmas and not for us.
“If you really doubt that you can achieve that goal, then you can always go with the children’s pilgrimage group. Their track is not as long. They even have their own camps where they can spend the night. The children’s course is geared more towards youngsters, of course.
“The fraternity of St. Peter has been organizing the Chartres pilgrimage for almost 25 years. I already participated when I was an animal caretaker, although it was always difficult to get off work. When the weather was good many visitors came to the zoo to see my impressive lions.”
“Well, maybe you really should go with the children’s group,” taunted the voice of another seminarian who joined the group. “Children can be as wild as lions - what’s the difference when their parents are far away?”
Peter laughs and tosses a sandwich in the direction of the rucksack in which Felix is hiding. The cat is terrified, holds his breath and in the same moment Peter picks up the backpack, puts it on his shoulder and takes it cheerfully away with Felix inside.
While skipping up the stairs to the bus waiting outside, Peter murmurs, “Oh we’re almost too late; or else we got here just in time.”
Conveniently, at the very back of the bus, two seats are still left, one for the backpack and one which Peter sits down into with relief.
“What a day this has been,” thinks the young seminarian. “This morning I took the exam in Bible Exegesis.” He understands the purpose well. Not everyone can interpret the Bible. Certain rules have to be explained and applied individually so that they have a personal meaning.
Peter aces the exam and is now still a bit tired. Yet he has a strenuous excellent pilgrimage ahead. Half dreaming Peter listens to the voice of the seminary director greeting the pilgrims.
At the same time, the hidden back seat passenger, Felix, is getting very tired in his place.
Where will the bus take him? Felix has had the smell of the sandwich in his nose.
How delicious. Nevertheless, it is impossible to try them because the packaging would be disturbed and the whole backpack would shake. Nobody would understand why the backpack is jiggling unless the bus were bouncing - but that’s not the case.
The cat has no other choice but to resist the temptation and rather bite his tongue instead of giving in to his gut feeling.
What would happen if he is discovered? In his feline mind, there is no doubt that they would call the authorities and the bus would drive back and dump him at the front door of Wigratzbad.
It would not make sense for a cat to be home-alone when the seminarians are gone. If that happens he would be back to the starting point. Who would feed him? He was almost starving when the seminarians were there and now he would be all by himself.
Rodents are not on his menu and he doesn’t want to make any exceptions. He cannot even smell a rat without fainting. Finally, Felix bends over backward and falls asleep. He is so exhausted. The jiggling of the bus helps him.
After a short time of restless sleep voices suddenly wake him up. “What Daniel, you forgot to feed the cat as you promised?”
“Oh, I’m so sorry. I totally forgot about it,” replies Daniel. “I had such a hectic day. It was just one meal and it totally slipped my mind. I am not accustomed to taking care of animals. I never did it. This was the responsibility of my younger brothers.”
“Well, we will make the best of the situation and will not cry over spilled milk.” Peter continues, “My cell phone is in the backpack and I will call the priests who remain at the seminary so that Felix won’t be hungry in the days to come.”
Daniel doesn’t have time to reply because Peter reaches immediately into his rucksack and quickly withdraws his hand suppressing a shriek. Daniel sees Peter blanch in the dark bus and is afraid that he is going to faint.
“Holy cow! How should I react?” thinks Felix, sitting on pins and needles. He knows that Peter is worried about him and doesn’t want to push him over the edge.
Felix immediately sticks his head out of his uncomfortable hiding place.
“Felix!?” Daniel and Peter holler together. “Meow!” comes Felix’s insecure little voice.


The seminarians are relieved and they begin to laugh when they see Felix.
The cat jumps out of the backpack and lands on Peters lap. He puts on his most innocent face and purrs, “Meow, meow!”
David laughs, “The ball is in your court, my friend. Who could be angry at that?”
Peter pets the cat’s head and asks him tenderly whether he is starving and if the trip has not been too uncomfortable so far.
Daniel feels extremely guilty. Immediately he decides to give Felix the cheese from his sandwich. Peter notices that he is also very hungry and after a short blessing, Felix receives the Camembert cheese portion of the sandwiches from both seminarians.
Carefully, Felix takes the slices. He bites off more than he can chew. Actually, he doesn’t chew at all, rather inhales the cheese because he is so famished.
After his meal, Felix thankfully licks Daniel’s thumb and index finger off. Daniel begins to laugh, “You have such a rough tongue.”
“Of course,” says Peter. “Cats have sharp spikes on their tongues, also known as taste buds. In theory, they can eat scorpions without being harmed. You see, cats are very useful animals.”
Peter realizes that he has no choice other than to bring Felix along with him in his backpack. For the time being Felix is allowed on Peter’s lap.
He falls asleep with the soothing sensation of Peter’s hand petting him. Tomorrow they would arrive in Paris. A city Felix has never seen in his life.

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Glaubensnuterricht von einem Kater/ Kinderbuch-Rezension von 2012

 
Autorin Edith Breburda lässt den intelligenten Felix in Paris, Chartres und Rom hinter die Kulissen schauen. Von Klemens Hogen-Ostlender / Gießener Anzeiger

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Ein Kinderbuch über einen vorwitzigen, intelligenten jungen Kater, der alles erkundet, was er in seiner Umgebung findet.



Weil Felix aber im süddeutschen Wallfahrtsort Wigratzbad ist und die Autorin, die in Gießen noch bestens bekannte Biowissenschaftlerin Dr. Edith Breburda, ihn allerlei Verwicklungen im Milieu des dortigen Priesterseminars erleben lässt, gilt für das zweite Bändchen der Reihe dasselbe, das schon für das erste galt: Am Ende hat der Leser mehr von Glaubensdingen mitbekommen, als wenn er ein halbes Dutzend diskursfixierte Mainstream-Veranstaltungen des letzten existierenden deutschen Zentralkomitees besucht hätte, das seine Parteitage „Katholikentag“ nennt.

Edith Breburda war unter anderem am Zentrum für experimentelle Unfallchirurgie der Justus-Liebig-Universität tätig, ehe sie an die University of Wisconsin in Madison/USA wechselte, wo sie unter anderem auf dem Gebiet der embryonalen Entwicklung forscht. Ihr Buch „Verheißungen der modernen Biotechnologie“ deckt zum Beispiel auf, wie durch Präimplantationsselektion tagtäglich das Recht auf Leben verletzt wird, das die US-Verfassung ausdrücklich jedem Menschen einräumt, ohne es von der Geburt abhängig zu machen. Bei Besuchen in Wigratzbad begegnete Edith Breburda tatsächlich einem Miniaturtiger namens Felix, der ihr kaum noch von der Seite wich und so zum Titelhelden mittlerweile zweier Bücher wurde.

Das Herrchen des Katers organisiert für eine deutsche Pilgergruppe die Teilnahme an der Fußwallfahrt von Paris nach Chartres. Das Tier schlüpft unerkannt in seinen Rucksack und bekommt so unterwegs alles mit, was die Pilger erleben. In der Pariser Rue du Bac besuchen sie die Kapelle, in der die Heilige Catherine Labouré einst Marienerscheinungen hatte, nach denen die heute weltweit millionenfach verbreitete wundertätige Medaille geprägt wurde.


Bei einem Vortrag über die Jungfrau von Orleans sind sie fasziniert davon, wie ein einfaches Bauernmädchen es schaffte, das Vertrauen des Königs zu gewinnen, um von ihm an der Spitze einer Armee den Auftrag zu bekommen, Frankreich von den englischen Besatzern zu befreien. Auf einer neuerlichen Wallfahrt nach Rom erkundet Felix nicht nur das Kolosseum, in dem Christen einst zum Entsetzen von Kaiser Nero Lieder anstimmten, als sie wegen ihres Glaubens von viel größeren Katzen als Felix zerfleischt wurden. Bei einer Papstaudienz schafft es Felix schließlich sogar, in den Armen des Mannes zu landen, der jetzt seinen Lebensabend als Buchautor genießen könnte, wenn ihn die Herren Kardinäle vor sieben Jahren nicht zum Papst gewählt hätten.

Benedikt XVI. hat Breburdas Buch übrigens ebenfalls schon gelesen. Ein Onkel der Autorin, der Geistliche Rat Pfarrer Bernhard Schweiger, hat es dem Papst bei einem Treffen im Vatikan überreicht. Wie der Pfarrer berichtete, war Benedikt XVI. sehr angetan von der Idee, dass ein Kater den Katechismus der katholischen Kirche erklärt. Fazit: Man wünscht sich als Leser, dass aus der Felix-Reihe mindestens eine Trilogie werden möge.


Dienstag, 15. Mai 2018

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Samstag, May 19, 2018, 11:59 PM PDT

Freitag May 18, 2018, 12:00 AM PDT,


Der Blinde Passagier

Felix lebte nun schon seit einigen Jahren im Seminar. Er macht alles mit, was man als Katze mitmachen darf. So unterscheidet er sich kaum von den Seminaristen. Wie jeder im Wigratzbader Priesterseminar hat auch er seine Aufgaben zugeteilt bekommen. Zu seiner großen Vorliebe gehörte, nach wie vor, Staubsaugen. 


Neben dem Priester, der ihn am meisten betreute, hatte Felix einen Freund in Peter gefunden. Peter war, bevor er sich entschied ins Priesterseminar zu gehen, Tierpfleger in einem großen Zoo. Peter kümmerte sich dort um die Löwen.
Felix merkte gleich, dass es Peter sehr gut mit ihm meinte. An Ostern durfte Felix immer ein ganz kleines bisschen von den vielen Schokoladen-Osterhasen naschen. Das heißt, er bettelte so sehr, keiner konnte dem widerstehen, aber das war, bevor Peter kam.
Dieser hatte kurzerhand die Schokolade von Felix' Speiseplan gestrichen. Denn Schokolade enthält Theobromin und das können Katzen nicht verdauen. Es ist sogar giftig für Hunde und Katzen. Stattdessen bekam Felix von Peter Multi-Vitamindrops extra für Katzen, die fast genauso gut schmeckten. Diese erhielt Felix zudem sehr oft, und so musste er nicht während der Fastenzeit darauf verzichten. So gesehen, mochte Felix Peter sehr.
Nur heute schien alles anders zu sein. Heute hatte sich kein Mensch um Felix gekümmert und das schon den ganzen lieben langen Tag nicht. Alle rannten nur herum und suchten Socken, rollten Schlafsäcke zusammen und inspizierten Zeltplanen. Felix schien man bei dem ganzen Trubel, der im Seminar herrschte, vergessen zu haben.
Schon seit langem saß Felix in der Nähe der Küche - in der schlichten Hoffnung, dass ihn jemand sehen und sich seiner erinnern und ihn füttern würde. Felix hoffte heute jedoch vergebens, es war schon fast Abend, und man hatte ihn immer noch nicht bemerkt. Nun, sich nur von Wasser zu ernähren, lag Felix fern. Er beobachtete die Seminaristen, die mit vollen Rucksäcken die Küche verließen. Felix hatte Hunger, und in der Küche gab es etwas Essbares. Sollte er warten, bis er hier elend verhungerte?
Die Seminaristen kamen in Intervallen; wenn er schnell machte, war er wieder draußen, bevor er überhaupt entdeckt wurde. Felix zögerte noch eine Weile. Schließlich meinte er, dass sich bereits bestimmt alle Seminaristen ihren Proviant aus der Küche geholt hätten und nun er an der Reihe war, es wagen zu können. Er schaute sich noch mal um, hielt dann seine Nase in die Luft, ob er irgendwelche Düfte, die von Menschen herrührten vernahm und setzte zum Spurt in die Küche an.
Je mehr sich Felix dem Tisch näherte, um so verlockender duftete es. Ein Satz, und der Kater landete auf dem Tisch. Da lagen fein säuberlich eingepackte Brote. Einige mit Wurst, einige mit Käse. Sollte er sich ein Wurstbrot schnappen? Aber was, wenn die Brote abgezählt waren und man so seinen Mundraub bemerkte?
O weh, da vernahm er auch schon Stimmen, noch dazu die von Peter. Wohin sollte er fliehen? Der einzige Fluchtweg war durch die Türe, da die Küche im Keller des Seminars war. Nun, sie war fast oder halb im Keller, und die kleinen Fenster schienen zu weit oben. Zudem waren sie sowieso alle geschlossen. Peter wäre bestimmt nicht entzückt, wenn er Felix hier beim Brotstehlen ertappen würde.
Es gab noch eine Möglichkeit, und die breitete sich direkt vor ihm aus, da sich einige Rucksäcke auf dem Tisch befanden. Felix könnte doch ganz einfach da hineinspringen in der Hoffnung, dass Peter einen anderen Rucksack an sich nimmt. Viel Zeit zum Überlegen hatte Felix nicht, denn die Stimme des Freundes kam immer näher. So versteckte sich Felix kurzerhand im nächst besten Rucksack. Er hatte es gerade noch geschafft, denn schon war Peter im Raum.
„Ach“, meinte er zu dem anderen Seminaristen, „die 105 Kilometer in den drei Pfingsttagen, die schafft doch jeder. Und wenn Du wirklich nicht mehr kannst, gibt es Fahrdienste, aber die sind, glaube ich, nur für alte Omis und nicht für uns, so wie wir gebaut sind. Es sei denn Du hast wirklich Bedenken, dann könntest Du ja mit der Kinderpilgergruppe ziehen. Ihre Wegstrecken sind nicht so weit, sie haben sogar ein eigenes Kinderlager mit Zelten, wo sie übernachten. Auch das Wallfahrtsprogramm ist kindgerechter.
Die Priesterbruderschaft Sankt Petrus betreut die Chartres Wallfahrt nun schon sehr, sehr lange, fast ein viertel Jahrhundert. Ich war schon dabei, als ich noch Tierpfleger war, obwohl es immer schwer war, zu Pfingsten frei zu bekommen; wenn das Wetter nämlich gut war, waren immer viele Besucher im Zoo, die meine Löwen sehen wollten.“ „Nun, vielleicht solltest Du wirklich mit der Kindergruppe gehen,“ tönte die schelmische Stimme des anderen Seminaristen. „Kinder oder wilde Löwen, was ist da schon der Unterschied - erst recht, wenn sie außer Rand und Band sind, weil sie endlich mal ohne Eltern etwas unternehmen dürfen.“
Peter lachte und schmiss ein paar Brote in ausgerechnet den Rucksack, in dem Felix saß. Das Tier erschrak und hielt die Luft an. Im gleichen Moment stemmte Peter den Rucksack auf seinen Rücken und verließ fröhlich lachend -samt Felix- die Küche. Im Laufschritt ging es die Treppe hinauf nach draußen zum Bus. „Oh, wir sind fast zu spät oder gerade noch richtig“, murmelte Peter, als er den schon voll besetzten Bus, betrat. Ganz hinten waren noch 2 Plätze. Auf den einen wurde der Rucksack platziert und auf den anderen ließ sich Peter mit einem erleichterten Schnaufen fallen.
Was für ein Tag, dachte sich der junge Seminarist. Heute Morgen hatte ich die Prüfung in Bibel-Exegese! Er verstand ja den Sinn, damit nicht jeder aus der Bibel die Ansichten herausliest und für allein gültig erklärt, die ihm persönlich „in den Kram“ passen, sollten bei der Auslegung der Bibel („Exegese“) bestimmte Regeln beachtet werden.
Peter hat sich recht gut geschlagen in dieser Prüfung, aber nun war er nur noch müde, und er hatte eine anstrengende Wallfahrt vor sich. Fast verträumt lauschte er der Ansprache des Seminarleiters, der die Pilger begrüßte.
Auch Felix war in seinem Versteck sehr müde geworden. Wohin geht die Fahrt? Der Kater hatte die ganze Zeit den Duft der Brote in seiner Nase. Wie köstlich, aber er konnte sie unmöglich verspeisen, dazu müsste er ja die Verpackung lösen und dann würde der ganze Rucksack wackeln. Keiner würde verstehen, dass ein Rucksack von alleine wackelt oder weil der Bus so schaukelt.
Was, wenn er entdeckt wird? Der Bus würde bestimmt zurück fahren und ihn dann in Wigratzbad vor die Türe setzten. Jetzt, wo fast das ganze Seminar ausgeflogen war, was wollte da ein Kater ganz alleine im Seminar? Zu essen bekam er dann erst recht nichts. Felix schlief schließlich vor lauter Kummer ein. Das Schaukeln des Busses half ihm fast dabei. Nach einem kurzen unsanften Schlummer wurde er plötzlich durch Stimmen geweckt.
„Was, Daniel, Du hast vergessen, die Katze zu füttern, so wie Du es versprochen hast!“ „Ach, es tut mir so leid, Peter, ich habe es total vergessen. Es war nur der eine Tag, und ich bin es einfach nicht gewöhnt, mich um ein Tier zu kümmern. Ich musste das nie tun, das hat immer einer meiner kleineren Brüder getan.“ „Nun wir müssen das Beste daraus machen“, sagte Peter. „Ich habe mein Handy im Rucksack und werde einen der daheim gebliebenen Patres anrufen, damit Felix wenigstens nicht die nächsten Tage hungern muss.“
Daniel konnte gar nichts erwidern, und Peter griff sofort in seinen Rucksack. Doch seine Hand schreckte zurück, und Daniel sah, dass Peter einen Schrei unterdrückte. Selbst, dass Peter sehr bleich wurde, vernahm Daniel in dem fast dunklen Bus. Was sollte Felix tun, er wusste, Peter war um ihn besorgt, aber sollte er ihn nun auch noch übergebührlich erschrecken? Flugs steckte Felix seinen Kopf aus seinem unbequemen Versteck. „Felix!“, brüllten Daniel und Peter gemeinsam. “Miau!“, klang die unsichere Stimme von Felix.
Peter und Daniel fingen an erlöst zu lachen als sie ihren Felix vor sich sahen.
Felix sprang aus dem Rucksack und landete auf Peters Schoß. „Miau, miau!“, schnurrte er und legte das unschuldigste Katergesicht auf, zu dem er fähig war. Wer konnte da noch böse sein?! 

Peter strich dem Kater über den Kopf und fragte ihn zärtlich, ob er hungrig sei und ob die Reise bisher nicht zu unbequem gewesen wäre. Daniel hatte ein schlechtes Gewissen. Er beschloss sofort Felix den Käse von seinem Butterbrot zu spendieren. Auch Peter bemerkte, dass er hungrig war, und nach einem kurzen Tischgebet bekam Felix die Camembert-Portionen der beiden Seminaristen. Daniel reichte ihm seine zuerst.
Vorsichtig biss er mit den Backenzähnen von der großen Scheibe ab. Felix kaute kaum und schluckte das Stückchen gleich hinunter, so hungrig war er. Als er alles verschlungen hatte, leckte er noch dankbar Daniels Daumen und Zeigefinger ab. Daniel fing an zu lachen: „Hast Du aber eine raue Zunge.“ „Klar“, sagte Peter, „Katzen haben sehr verhornte Zungen, Papillen, bzw. Geschmackspapillen, nennt man das. Rein theoretisch könnte er damit sogar Skorpione fressen, ohne dass sie ihm etwas anhaben könnten. Du siehst, Katzen sind sehr, sehr nützliche Tiere.“ Peter erklärte Felix nun von seinem wohl mehr notgedrungenen Entschluss, ihn auf die Wallfahrt mitzunehmen - und zwar in seinem Rucksack. Für den Rest der Nacht durfte Felix jedoch auf Peters Schoss schlafen und nicht in seinem engen Verließ. Noch lange spürte der Kater die Hand des Freundes, die ihn in den Schlaf streichelte.
Morgen würden sie in Paris sein, eine Stadt, die Felix noch nie in seinem Leben gesehen hatte.
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Montag, 22. Januar 2018

A relic of the wonder-worker St. Charbel was hosted at St. Joseph Maronite Catholic Church in Phoenix, AZ

Dr. Edith Breburda

Once again, a relic of St. Charbel, the saint from the land of the ancient Phoenicians, visited Phoenix.
 
The first Lebanese saint is well known for healing the sick and disabled since his death on Christmas Eve in 1889, at the age of 70. His incorrupt body—meaning it never decomposed ---lies in a tomb near his monastery in Lebanon. Since October of 2015, a relic of one of his bones has toured to parishes around the United States.
 
In 2016 St. Joseph Catholic Maronite Church in Phoenix hosted the saint’s relic. Since that time many wonderful things have been witnessed. Among them, Dafne Gutierrez, a blind mother of three children was completely cured after the intercession of St. Charbel. 

The eye doctors had given up all hope of a cure, however, Dafne's sister-in-law convinced her to visit the relic of the saint. On January 18th, 2016, Dafne’s eyesight completely returned within one day of her prayers to St. Charbel, and her receiving the Sacrament of Reconciliation and a blessing with Holy Oil.  
It healing has baffled the doctors, who concluded that there was no medical explanation for the restoration of her vision. It is believed that St. Charbel's intercession accounted for this astounding healing.

The miracle attracted the attention of the media. Since then, more and more people are flocking to the little church on Virgin Road in Phoenix. The church was declared a pilgrimage site and hosts a permanent relic. 

The largest Shrine in North America dedicated to St. Charbel was built nearby. People of faith around the USA, Canada and Mexico come to see this Saint’s relic. Phoenix has a large Lebanese population and the fame of the Lebanese saint has increased greatly, with many believing St. Charbel has miracelous powers of intercession for the faithful. 

Fr. Wissam Akiki
On a daily basis, the parish priest, Fr. Wissam Akiki, receives reports of St. Charbel's wonderful help: cancer disappears, and eyesight is regained after praying to him. 

Fr. Akiki is busy every day, listening to people's problems, and in turn, blessing them with the relic and holy oil of St. Charbel. "Go to him!" the priest says. "He will help you!"

Fr. Akiki is deeply touched and humbled by the strength of faith of the many people visiting. “They are driven by their belief in God and love of St. Charbel to make their own pilgrimage and ask St. Charbel to grant his intercession. It is faith, hope, and love of God that sustains and comforts us and provides us the courage and strength to keep our faith strong and never give up on faith.”

From January 18-21, 2018, the original relic was brought back to the church to console the numerous petitioners who have no one to turn to. The often-forgotten people, like legal immigrants, the sick, the unemployed, and the uninsured pray especially for St. Charbel’s heavenly intervention. 

Most Reverend Bishop John S Pazak
For them, he is a saint who helps everybody, regardless of his status or belief. Muslims and Christian pilgrims are among the petitioners praying to him at his homestead in Lebanon and wherever his relics are hosted.

In the week when the Church is focused on unity among all religions, it is a unique and beautiful sight to see the many visitors join to invoke the saint who they know will help them in their travails. 

Devotional prayers, adoration, the veneration of the relic, and the Holy Liturgy in different rites was celebrated. For the many in attendance, it was an unforgettable experience of the beauty of unity.

Dienstag, 16. Januar 2018

Father, where shall we go when the North Korean missile strikes Honolulu?


Dr. Edith Breburda

The parish St Augustine by-the-sea on Waikiki beach in Honolulu is surrounded by hotels. As the many international tourists check in, the homeless linger near the church gates.

This was what it was like on Saturday morning, the13th of January 2018.


Lights of the church have been enkindled, and the doors were opened for the daily communicants. 

Shortly before the 7am Mass a parishioner approached the microphone. With a bright “Aloha” she greeted the fellow Catholics. “For 163 years we worship here and are giving witness to the values of the Gospel. It is custom at the Diocese of Honolulu to keep standing after receiving the Eucharist until the ministers sit down. In this way, we represent our community with one another.”


In his homily, the parochial vicar highlighted the sentence of our “wise Pope”, which attracted attention, “Who am I to judge?” During the day, the words kept repeating over in my mind. Its importance has still been unknown to the listeners yet. However, as events unfolded, the meaning became ever more poignant.


As usual for the weekend, the Knights of Columbus have been busy cleaning up the Church grounds. Cheerfully they greeted the people leaving Mass.


Not even 30 minutes passed when suddenly their mood changed. Bob rushed to the parish priest, who just joined them. “Father read this” he said, showing him his phone. Unfortunately, the priest was not able to follow the instructions of the knight. He didn’t have his glasses. 

In unison the men informed him what the emergency alert display of their cellphones said.
Ballistic Missile threat inbounds to Hawaii. Seek immediate shelter. This is not a drill.”


“Father, where shall we go?” the distressed knights screamed.


Father Akiona seemed to be the only one not being irritated. “To the place where we all will go!”- Bob was too distressed to catch father’s wit. At least not right now, when he feared for his life. 

“Look, we are in front of the church. The church is the safest place to go when a Missile really strikes.” Bob was not convinced at all. The knight simply disagreed. “It is not!” he said, “there is too much glass in the Church.”


At this point, the priest did not answer anymore. He was rather concerned where the missile would strike. He pleaded aloud that in any case, and if it would be up to him, he would prefer that the Burger King in front of his church building is the more appropriate target. Just for the sake of his property. -The fast-food chain has bothered him for a long time and now would be a good opportunity to be able to see the Pacific again.
 
As soon as the threat was over a parishioner called Father. He was happy to hear, when the Lady told him, that she prayed for her parish priests survival.

“You know,” she said, “I needed to go to confession before I die.”


As you might imagine, hearing the reason behind her prayers dashed father’s enthusiasm a little bit. Nevertheless, it was refreshing, the Priest reasoned within himself, to hear someone earnestly desiring the sacrament. He's heard so often lately from people questioning why they should even bother confessing their sins to a Priest, when they can easily go directly to God. 



"Sure,” Father Akiona replies when he receives such “challenging” questions. “But from where do you know God will hear you and will grant you absolution? It is a most unusual way to seek forgiveness for our sins.



“The affairs I want to have straightened out and in which I directly approach God is in preparation for my death. If you have peace within, then you don’t care so much to die in 12 minutes or in 5 years. In addition we will not panic when we hear that a missile is heading towards Hawaii.” (1)


There was not much panic. People rather did not know how to react. In a suburb of Honolulu, some fishermen looked up in disbelieve at the sky, as if they wanted to see the Missile with their own eyes first.



But where should they seek shelter anyway? There is no way to escape an anatomic blast on an island in the middle of nowhere?

The best instructions and drills are useless.


At a McDonald’s, the conversation was kept to its limits. The guests mindfully enjoyed the present moment, sipping their Kona coffeee and hoped it would not be the last one they consume on this earthly paradise.

After 38 minutes it came across the radio broadcast that the danger was over.  

Just imagine – what if the threat had been immediately retaliated? We would have never found out that all was due to a mistake of a single man.


Some taxi drivers are still laughing. “It took not 38 minutes for us to discover this scam. The siren did not turn on. At all TV channels, the program continued. During an emergency, it is interrupted. At least that happened before the last Tsunami warning.” For the bus drivers, it was just a normal day, with business as usual. 

“The system was hacked. I need to work and can’t let fake news disrupt my day. I’m happy I was right from the very beginning,” says one Uber-car driver. He giggles. It is his way to cope with the threat.





(1) Homily of Fr. Akonia, 1.14.2018 www.staugustinebythesea.com



Dr. Edith Breburda DVM, Ph.D. just published the second volume of her Award-winning children’s book, about the adventures of the extraordinary, smart cat, Felix in English.

The enchanting stories honor Christian values of love, respect, family, and friendship. The books have been endorsed in its German version by his Holiness Pope Emeritus Benedict XVl.







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