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Your Life Does Make A Difference

From the Cathedral of Chartres, the largest in France. Located 75 miles south of Paris.

One terribly hot and humid summer day, I was watering the graves of my mother and father in Holy Sepulcher Cemetery, located just outside Chicago.  In the distance, I saw a man carrying a pail.  Evidently he was walking across th deserted Cemetery to fill his pail at a roadside faucet.  Since he was the only moving thing in the Cemetery, I couldn’t help but notice his actions.

On the trip back to his grave with a full bucket of water, I saw him stop at other graves to share some of his water with languishing plants and flowers.  How unusual, I thought; he is pouring water on the graves of strangers.  As a consequence, I began to look about me in our section and discovered many flowers that needed immediate watering.

Little did the man realize how much he had touched my life.  His spur of the moment kindness had started a minor chain reaction.  Kindness begets kindness.  He may have gone home thinking that he had accomplished little for the day.

Isn’t that incident proof that our lives do make a difference?  What we do does influence others, perhaps at times when we are totally unconscious of what is happening.  One kind word of encouragement o a person wilted by harshness of life could give that person a new bloom and freshness.

Inspired by our charity, that person could pass on our kindness to others with kindness of his own.  In a hidden way, little children are storing up in their impressionable hearts the actions of their parents.

One weekend, a young mother with a child in her arms and two little boys clinging to her, came up to me in the vestibule of the Church and said, “You know what you said about candles and music with light-hearted conversation at suppertime?  We have tried our best to carry that out in our home!  Of course the baby doesn’t always cooperate . . .”

This little family had picked up this message some nine months earlier in one of my homilies and had enriched their home with its ideals.  All along in those nine months, I had thought . . Another homily that never got off the ground.  The baby is now a talented young women of 25.  The little boys served as officers in the Marines and US Army in Iraq.

Fr. George Mc Kenna

Catherdal of Chartes , France

October 8, 2011 - Posted by | Bulletins


  1. Beautifully written, Fr. George, as are all of your writings! May God bless you and keep you in His loving care! You have touched my life with your many wonderful words and I know that I am a better person because of you! Love you! Nancy

    Comment by Nancy Westvang | October 8, 2011 | Reply

  2. Thank you Father, This helps me go thru my days knowing i might be touching someone i m not even aware of thus its important to be a positive force.

    I always try to remember ,especially around children, to be aware of what i say and do because you never know when you are creating a memory.

    Comment by clifford peloquin | October 8, 2011 | Reply

  3. Thank you Father for your ministry. I heard you preach at Midway Airport 5 years ago and have one of your books. You have touched the lives of so many people and I continue to refer to your homilies. There are much appreciated.

    God Bless,

    Scott Hanson

    Comment by Scott Hanson | October 9, 2011 | Reply

  4. A wedding at the Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris . . . what extensive memories you have and how caringly

    observant you are dear Fr.George . . . loved all the details . . . How important it is that we are appropriately

    dressed as well . . . within our hearts . . . our souls . . .our spirits . . . and our clothes can be a positive or

    negative message as well.

    Yesterday i went to the post office . . .it was crowded with a long line of impatient people balancing packages

    for the annual huge Christmas mailing. . . (I had been there earlier in the morning but had to return to mail off

    one more package) . Before I left home i thought of the weary post office clerks that morning . . . how hard

    they worked . . .how friendly they all are . . .i know them by their first names . . . Decided to pack up little snack

    bags of chocolates for each of them and put little Christmas stickers on each bag . . . angels, Christmas trees,

    bells and such . . . After i completed the mailing of my last package, I left a little bag of the chocolates at each

    clerk’s station . . . You would have thought i gave them fine gifts . . . They smiled and cheered . . . and so did

    some of the people in the line . . . The head clerk shouted something over the crowd like “Thank

    you . . .that was so nice of you . . ..it means a lot”.” I said, “Your welcome!” (but i was thinking don’t

    thank me . . .thank Fr. McKenna . . .He’s taught us enough thoughtfullness and kindness to last us the rest

    of our lives.

    A Zillion Blessings back to you Fr. George!

    Mary Lou Wingert

    Comment by Mary Lou Wingert | December 16, 2011 | Reply

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