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Pastor's Column

“Still, He Knows What He is About”

Pastor’s Column

29th Sunday Ordinary Time

October 20, 2019

Inasmuch as Saint John Henry Newman was proclaimed a universal saint in the church last Sunday, I feel it appropriate to rerun his most famous quote (below), Despite all his many successes, we see that he had within him a certain quality of vulnerability, as do we all, that united him to the Lord. Perhaps if his little prayer helps you, you might also ask for his prayers for your life.

Father Gary


John Henry Newman by Sir John Everett Millais (Wikipedia)

God has created me to do Him some definite service. He has committed some work to me which He has not committed to another. I have my mission. I may never know it in this life, but I shall be told it in the next. I am a link in a chain, a bond of connection between persons. He has not created me for naught. I shall do good; I shall do His work. I shall be an angel of peace, a preacher of truth in my own place, while not intending it if I do but keep His commandments. Therefore, I will trust Him, whatever I am, I can never be thrown away. If I am in sickness, my sickness may serve Him, in perplexity, my perplexity may serve Him. If I am in sorrow, my sorrow may serve Him. He does nothing in vain. He knows what He is about. He may take away my friends. He may throw me among strangers. He may make me feel desolate, make my spirits sink, hide my future from me. Still, He knows what He is about.

Cardinal Saint John Henry Newman


Lead Kindly Light

Lead, Kindly Light, amidst the encircling gloom, Lead Thou me on! The night is dark, and I am far from home, Lead Thou me on! Keep Thou my feet; I do not ask to see The distant scene; one step enough for me.

I was not ever thus, nor prayed that Thou Should lead me on; I loved to choose and see my path; but now Lead Thou me on! I loved the garish day, and, spite of fears, Pride ruled my will. Remember not past years!

So long Thy power hath blest me, sure it still Will lead me on. O'er moor and fen, o'er crag and torrent, till The night is gone, And with the morn those angel faces smile, Which I have loved long since, and lost awhile!

Cardinal Saint John Henry Newman

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