Homily for the 32nd Sunday of Ordinary Time, November 10, 2024
Looking back at my priestly ministry spanning over more than 52 years, I lost count of the many people who came and keep coming to me with a very heavy heart. Invariably, they want me, as one of God’s ministers, to assure them that he has been monitoring all their sighs, accompanying them through their tragedies and collecting their tears in his divine bowl: My wanderings you have noted; are my tears not stored in your vial, recorded in your book? Psalm 56:9 Frankly, the most painful part of sitting there listening, has been and always is, their silent