Newsletter – 19th August 2012

ST. JOSEPH’S, MOSSLEY – 18/19 August, 2012 – www.stjosephmossley.org.uk

200 CLUB – £25 P Rowley; £15 D Zidan; £10 K Hall

LATELY DEAD – Jim Colgan; Nancy Fitzgerald; Tom Bowler. May they rest in peace.

ANNIVERSARIES – Wilfred Broe; Ken Timperley. (birthday anniversaries)

MASS TIMES THIS WEEK – 10am each day.

ADORATION OF THE BLESSED SACRAMENT – Fridays at 9-10am

CONFESSIONS – Saturdays at 10.30am and 6.10pm

FEASTS THIS WEEK – Mon-St Bernard; Tues- St Pius X; Wed- the Queenship of Mary; Thurs- St Rose of Lima; Fri- St Bartholomew; Sat- St Louis.

MOSTON AND WARDLEY CEMETERIES – Mass for the deceased buried there on Bank Holiday Monday at 11am

PIETY STALL – summer extravaganza! And cards for all occasions

ROSARY CRUSADE – Platt Fields, 8th September at 2.30pm

MUCH ADO ABOUT NOTHING – might sum up the summer. However, it seems that parishioners are getting about; and one esteemed member is presently enjoying the delights of Blackpool. Some afternoons have been really lovely and ideal for taking a stroll or just sitting in the garden or on the door step. It is starting to go dark around 9 o’clock. We are being encouraged to open our lungs these days – mens sana in corpore sano and all that- whatever our medicine, let’s hope we can all chill out the odd day before August disappears.

MEMORIES OF PARISH MISSIONS – certainly a thing of the past. In one parish, the missioner was rounding up the recalcitrant suspects, including (forgive the expression) a lady of easy virtue, hoping they would go to confession. Towards the end of the week, the lady in question walked purposely to church and joined the queue at the confessional. After a long and carefully monitored incarceration, she eventually emerged, her countenance a loud shade of crimson. She shook herself, glanced at her captive audience and exclaimed, ‘That’s the last time I’ll eat meat of a Friday!’

JOHN BETJEMAN -summer frivolities – in late July when people faint and blisters form on outdoor paint, and cattle suddenly go mad and butter suddenly goes bad, our Vicar likes to go astry at Eastbourne for his holiday. And that first Sunday he’s away the church is always rather full. Some people come there to be cool and others in the hope of someone slicker and better looking than the Vicar. It is a sort of annual bet what sort of person we will get. Last summer we had quite a change, the parson was extremely strange; he had the effrontery to tell us that there was such a place as hell.’

‘Wherever one looks twice there is some mystery’ – Elizabeth bowen.

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