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Proverbs 22:6 says: “Train up a child in the way he should go and when he is old he will not depart from it”  

I would like to ask that we all pray for a young woman I met yesterday as I was going about my busy life. I stopped to get a hair cut and was wearing my discipleship t-shirt from the retreat. She asked me what it meant and I explained to her that we as disciples of God stive to Act like Jesus, Speak like Jesus and Think like Jesus. She then when on to tell me she had just been diagnosed with breast cancer at the age of twenty three and had already been told that she would never have children.  

Allow me to share our experience regarding our 7 year old daughter Maria, when she fell 8 ft into an open basement and was speared by steel rod fastened to concrete on the floor. She is doing well and sustained minor injuries...considering that is (cracked rib and collapsed lung when surguons removed the rod.  She could understand why Mom was crying and so upset....she whispered to Mom that Jesus and Mary were holding her hand.  Remarkable!

How many miracles/apparritions have been given to us, and then seemiingly forgotten?  I think of Fatima, Akita, Garranbandal, LaSallette, etc,. etc., that reaffirmed our Gospels and gave us warnings of our future.  This accident in our family has made us more aware of how short life is, and what we could do to improve our spiritual "readiness" whenever the time comes for us to die.  At any rate, Thank you so much for your visit to Maria in hospital, your prayers and all you do as a Catholic Priest!    

- Raymond and Maria Yates

I love sharing how God led me to the Catholic Church, not because the story is about me, but because in every way, this story is about God.  I never dreamed that I would become Catholic, yet quite unexpectedly I found everything I’ve been looking for in the Catholic Church—of all places.  It is impossible to put into words the inner movements of one’s soul, but here is my best account of my journey.

For most of my life (until recently), which would be about 14 years, I have been a Catholic. Raised in a catholic home, went to church every week, Sunday school... but nothing really felt real. I mean, I never felt totally one with God and Jesus, and his Church. Never really understodd the Catholic doctrines, or cared to know more.

First, I want it to be known that I absolutely love my upbringing, my family, and their faith.  I am the fourth of eleven children from a very Christian home.  My father was the pastor of an Evangelical Lutheran church that he started in Maryland.  I grew to know the Lord and had the Bible read to me every evening before bed until I left for college.  We moved to Ohio as I was finishing my eighth grade year and I transitioned from home school to public school for the first time.  While I made friends very easily, we were not the best influences for each other. With all of these changes and the influence of my friends, my faith was lukewarm. Like many others, I felt that God was distant and I only cared Him about when I felt helpless.

I never believed in all that 'religious stuff'. I didn't believe in God. Certainly not in hell. So negative. My parents did not take us to church. My parents told my sister and I that we could choose what we wanted, Buddhism, Judaism, Christianity..whatever.  I didn't have much exposure to Gods truth.  The most religion I had was from our awesome Jewish friends who always had us over for Passover.

My brother (drums) and I (guitar, singer) have been members of the IC rock mass for almost 6 years now. From the very beginning actually. I'd like to share with you some of my past and a testimony of God's great work for us at the "Rock Mass."

In reflecting on the readings from Mass, I am reminded of my conversion story. When I was 14 years old, I was diagnosed with eyeritis which caused me to have to live at home through my 7th and 8th grade schooling. During that time, my family was told I was at risk of becoming blind. I had to live in literal darkness. I had blankets put at my bedroom windows to keep out the direct sunlight. If I went outside, I had to wear three to four sunglass inserts behind my glasses in order to allow my eyes to adjust to the sunlight. A tutor came to my house twice a week for schooling.

Did you know that when you Google “The Lord’s will for my life,” it produces over 12 million hits?


In June, 2008, my wife, Liz, told me that she was dissatisfied with her work as a Family Practice physician. She didn’t feel like she was using her gifts and skills to their fullest ability. She wasn’t “changing the world” like she had always planned.

My health has been failing me for a few years now, and as my body declines and I become more dependent on the help of others I am realizing how blessed I truly am.  My mind has been whirling with worries, especially about what decisions I need to make about my future.  My disease has no cure and my lack of options weighs heavily on me.