I was informed this morning of the passing of our priest and friend, Fr. Mike. Since we are a tiny parish, the Archdiocese does not have enough priests to have one just for us. So, our deacon finds available, retired priests, who would like to help us out and say Mass for us on a Sunday, two, or as many as they can. Fr. Mike has been helping us out for the last couple of years.
Being in Fr. Mike’s presence you knew you were beside a holy and humble man. He was truly one of the good priests. At 95, you wouldn’t expect him to stay forever, but I was still heartbroken when I heard. He was not perfect, as no man can be, but he was so very good. He always thanked everyone, the servers, readers, choir, etc. for all of their contributions. It was beautiful, as living in a small town, you truly do need everyone to come together to make things work.
I love my tiny church. I love the presence of God I feel there. I love the people that make up the congregation and my choir. I loved Fr. Mike. He may have gotten repetitive in his last sermons, but it was for a purpose. He knew he was repeating when he told us to pray as soon as we got in our cars in the morning. The reason? So we did not get caught up in the day and forget to pray! He had a great love for his church, Our Father, His Son, His Spirit, and all of the saints, especially our Blessed Mother.
Rest in Peace, Father Mike. I can’t think of anyone who deserves more than you to go straight into Jesus’ arms for a big hug. Give Him one for me, ok?