July 16, 2017

July 20, 2017

My dear parishioners,

 

Why do I wear a cassock? The following are not my thoughts but I would share them with you.

 

(Part 2)  “May your cassock always be a nuisance and a stumbling block when you start putting on airs and strutting like a peacock, falling prey to your vaulting ambitions. May you always stumble on it when you are led astray. Do not worry – it will stick in your way.

 

Do not be afraid to tuck it up and run to help your neighbor, even if you will look like a clown.

 

Sleeves can be rolled up. The cuff reminds you that a cassock is no dress uniform, but work clothes. But roll up your sleeves only to do the work He wants you to do, never to further your own agenda.

 

I sincerely wish that your cassock would show white salt marks: the ones on the back will be the signs of your sweat, the ones on the chest will be the marks of tears, both yours and those who, hugged by you, will confide in you their hundreds of worries big and small, grave and frivolous. I wish that these white salt marks would appear sooner than the first streaks of grey in your hair.

 

Do not be afraid to crumple and soil your cassock, coming to the rescue of the needy and wounded. Do not hesitate to tear it up to make bandage and dressing for human wounds. Remember that, if need be, it can be converted into a cloak or a tent.”

 

(Reprinted from Aleteia’s Polish Edition. Part 3 to follow)

 

Monsignor Montecalvo

 

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