Message from Father Tony
April 7, 2014
Rosary Devotion
Mon. thru Fri.: 8:00 am
Weekend Masses:
Saturday: 4:30 pm
Sunday: 8:30 am & 10:30 am
Weekday Schedule
Mon.,Tues.,Wed.,Thurs.: Mass
Fri.: Communion Service
First Friday of the Month: Mass
          All at 8:30 am
Reconciliation
Saturday: 3:30 pm
Eucharistic Adoration
First Monday of each month (or the 2nd Monday when there is a holiday) from       9 a.m. to 7:00 p.m.
Baptisms
1st and 3rd Sundays of the month at 2:00 pm.  Baptismal preparation required. Baptismal prep takes place on the 2nd Tuesday of the month at 7:30 pm.
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From the Archives
 
"When you give alms (works of mercy) do not let your left hand
know what your right hand is doing and your Father who sees in
secret, He will repay you. "

In this season of serious alms giving and works of mercy, I reprint
a note written in 1996. Jesus always comes back to repay you.

It doesn't happen very often and so I have learned never to
expect it when it does happen, it is oh, so sweet!

Despite the so-called rosy economic look, there are a lot of
people in financial trouble. I daresay we have had more people at
the door in the last two months than all of the rest of the year
combined. And I must confess that after a while I get a little
wary. The hardest thing to discern is when you are genuinely
helping people or when you are playing the co-dependent and
simply enslaving them in their habits of self-destruction. It is a
judgment call almost impossible to make.

A holy man once told me that whether you give something or not
is not as critical as paying attention to the person in front of you,
to look into their eyes and to give them the time of day
(sometimes it's easier and faster to just stuff cash in their hands
and dismiss them). About three years ago, there were two young
Mexican men not at my door but sitting in my backyard.  They
were accompanied by a state trooper. They looked a wreck. I
would later learn that they hadn't slept in two days, eaten in
three nor changed their clothes in a week. The officer told me of
their plight. They were caught by a trucker on I-57 who found
them hiding inside the wind cowl of his semi-tractor.  They had
evidently hid in there at the rest stop near Peotone. Can you
imagine traveling sixty miles an hour down the interstate holding
on for dear life and not knowing where you're going?  Well, lucky
me, they ended up in my backyard.

"Cuál es tu nombre? What is your name? "Jesus'" (that's
pronounced heysoos). And to the other I asked the same
question, "Jesus, también." Oh, great, I thought, just what I
need, two Jesus's in my backyard. I thanked the officer for
bringing them to me and told him I would take care of them.

I looked into their eyes. Hidden under the grime and the hardness
of their life. I saw two young boys, vulnerable and scared out of
their wits. I asked them what I could do for them and they
couldn't even respond. I brought them into the house, found a
change of clothes for them and pointed to the shower. A half
hour later they emerged looking (and smelling) much better.  Luis
took them to an all-you-can-eat buffet and, believe me, the
restaurant made no money on them that day. By now, they were
more relaxed and told me that what they truly wanted to do was
to get back to Atlanta where at least they had some friends and
the possibility of work. A bus for Atlanta didn't leave until the
next morning and so, after discussing it with Luis and his brother,
José, who was living with us at the time, we invited them to stay
the night. I unfolded the hide-a-bed in the downstairs living area
and quietly instructed Luis to lock his room. My room and José’s
don't have locks on them, so Luis with a smile suggested that we
just hide the kitchen knives. Very funny, I thought, but didn't
smile.

Very early the next morning Luis drove them to the bus station,
bought them tickets to Georgia (one of our parishioners three
days before put some money in my hand and said, "Here, use this
for the poor."), gave them $20 of his own money for food and
bade them farewell. And that was that. Until last Friday. I had
just come back from Mass and was on my way out to the hospital
when the front doorbell rang. It was a young Hispanic man and I
asked him with an audible sigh in Spanish if I could help him. He
responded in English. "Do you know who I am?" I had violated my
own rule and did not want to look in his eyes but did so.  He
seemed familiar but being poor not only at names but also faces, I
couldn't place him. "I'm Jesus" he said. "Sure" I thought, "they are
all Jesus." "Don't you remember? Three years ago you took me in
and sent me and my friend back to Atlanta."  It was him alright,
Jesus #1. He told me that he couldn't remember the name of the
church or my name but remembered that he was in the city of
Kankakee. And so he took a bus from Louisville where he is now
living to Chicago down to Kankakee and started walking from
Catholic church to Catholic church until he found us. St. Teresa
was the fourth church he visited. "All I ask from you, Father, is un
sobre (an enveIope).  I gave him an envelope, invited him in,
asked him if he was hungry (silly question) and we shared
breakfast together.  I told him it was neat to see him and asked
him what he was doing in the area. He told me he had some
business and would be returning to Louisville the next day. I
offered to take him to the bus depot and drop him off on my way
to the hospital. "That would be just fine." As he was leaving the
car he handed me the envelope and said, "Sometime I will see you
again." "I hope so", I said and gave him my name and address. "By
the way, what's your name?" "Jesus Estrada" he replied. As he left
the car I shouted out, "Que le vaya con los angeles." And that
was that. Well, not quite.

While I was on my way to the hospital, it hit me. Sometimes I'm a
really slow learner. Jesus made the trip from Louisville, Kentucky
to Chicago to Kankakee and back again simply to find me and
thank me. It wasn't an afterthought or a side trip. I was the
reason for the trip.  Talk about dense. I just didn't get it. I then
opened the envelope and inside was a new $50 bill, a new $20 bill
and the oldest $100 bill I have ever seen in my life. It looked like
it went through the Civil War. I was touched and humbled at the
same time.

The Bible is pretty explicit. When you give money, give it with the
idea that you will not be repaid, and your Father in heaven will do
the repaying. Through the years whenever people "borrow"
money, it is a given that I probably will never see it again. So
when something like this happens, I am completely blown out of
the water. I have been looking at the old $100 bill now for a week
and have decided to frame it along with this Note from the
Pastor.  One of these days, Jesus Estrada is going to cross my
path again and this time I will have a present for him.

In Jesus, the Eternal Gift Giver,



Father Tony
Lenten Schedule

Stations of the Cross
Fridays of Lent
7:00 p.m.

Palm Sunday
April 12 - 13
Mass on Saturday - 4:30 p.m.
Mass on Sunday
8:30 a.m. and 10:30 a.m.

Mary Queen of Heaven
Catholic Church
Father Anthony Taschetta - Pastor
Parish Office Phone: 630-279-5700
Parish Office Email: parishoffice@maryqueen.org
Religious Education Phone: 630-832-8962
Preschool Phone: 630-833-9500
426 N West Avenue,
Elmhurst IL 60126
Holy Saturday
April 19

Blessing of Easter
Baskets
11:00 a.m. in Church

Solemn Easter Vigil
7:30 p.m.
Good Friday
April 18

Stations of the Cross
12:00 Noon
Good Friday Service
7:00 p.m.
Holy Thursday
April 17
Mass of the Lord’s Supper
7:00 p.m.
Easter Sunday
April 20
Masses:
8:30 a.m.
10:30 a.m.
12:00 Noon