Monday, April 20, 2026

The Emmaus Road

Homily for 3rd Sunday of Easter, Year A
St. Albert the Great Parish, 18 Apr. 5PM Mass and 19 Apr. 5PM Mass
St. Patrick’s Parish, 19 Apr. 9AM & 11AM Masses

My dear brothers and sisters,

There is a walk that many of us know by heart.

It is that quiet drive home from the hospital, when the words “there is nothing more we can do” are still echoing in your chest. It is that silence in the house when a chair is suddenly empty, and everything feels… different. Heavier. Slower.

That is the road to Emmaus.

In the Gospel, Cleopas and his companion are not just taking a walk. They are walking away. Away from Jerusalem. Away from hope. Away from the place where everything they believed seemed to fall apart.

And the Gospel says their eyes were downcast.

If we are honest, some of us came today with that same look. That same heaviness. Because we have our own “we had hoped” moments.

We had hoped the marriage would last.
We had hoped the treatment would work.
We had hoped the children would remain close to the faith.

“We had hoped…”

And when those hopes are shattered, the road becomes long. Dusty. Lonely.

But here is the beautiful surprise of our faith.

Jesus comes.

Not with noise. Not with spectacle. Not to correct them or shame them. He simply draws near. He walks beside them. He becomes a companion on the road.

And then He asks a question.

“What are you discussing as you walk along?”

My brothers and sisters, this is the heart of our life with the Lord. Before He speaks, He listens. Before He teaches, He receives. He allows them to pour out everything—the confusion, the disappointment, even the hidden anger.

This is what happens every time we come to the Eucharist. This is not just a ritual we perform. This is an encounter. The Lord meets us exactly where we are—in the mess, in the questions, in the pain we sometimes do not even know how to name.

And then, gently, patiently, He begins to open the Scriptures.

He begins to re-tell their story.

He takes their broken Friday and slowly reveals the hidden light of Sunday. He shows them that even suffering, even death, is not outside of God’s plan—but somehow, mysteriously, can become the very place where love is revealed most deeply.

And something begins to happen inside them.

“Were not our hearts burning within us…”

Ah, brothers and sisters—that burning heart—that is the sign of the Risen Lord at work in us.

But the story does not end there.

They arrive at the village. It is getting dark. And they say something very simple, very human:

“Stay with us.”

And Jesus accepts.

They sit at table. An ordinary moment. Nothing dramatic. No altar, no choir, no incense. Just a table. Bread. Hunger. Presence.

And then—

He takes the bread.
He blesses it.
He breaks it.
He gives it.

And their eyes are opened.

They recognize Him.

And He vanishes from their sight.

Why? Because from that moment on, He will no longer be recognized just by sight—but through a life transformed. Through hearts that burn. Through people who become what they receive.

They don’t even finish their meal. They run back. Back to Jerusalem. Back to the very place they were trying to escape.

Because once you encounter the Risen Christ, you cannot go back to the old way of living. You are sent.

And this is where the Gospel meets us today—in a very real, very concrete way.

Who are the people in our lives walking that Emmaus road right now?

Who is carrying the weight of a terminal diagnosis?
Who is sitting at a bedside, exhausted, afraid, not knowing what tomorrow holds?
Who feels abandoned, forgotten, or overwhelmed by the slow approach of death?

My dear friends, today – Jesus is teaching us that our faith is never just personal, it is always relational. It is always incarnational. But only becomes real when we become the presence of Jesus for others.

This is why the work of the Canadian Conference of Catholic Bishops through the Horizons of Hope is such a gift to the Church.

Because it reminds us: caring for the sick and the dying is not just a medical task, it is a sacred ministry.

A ministry of presence.

Sometimes we think, “I don’t know what to say.”
But the Gospel shows us—it is not about having the right words.

It is about walking with.

It is about listening.

It is about staying.

Like Jesus on the road… like Jesus at the table.

We are called not to look away from suffering, but to enter into it with love. Not to rush people through their pain, but to accompany them with dignity. Not to abandon them in their final journey, but to walk them home.

This is what it means to be a Church of hope.

And so today, the Lord sends us.

The Mass is ending—but the mission is just beginning.

“Ite, missa est.”
Go. You are sent.

Sent to the hospital rooms.
Sent to the nursing homes.
Sent to the quiet houses where grief sits at the table.

Sent to be that “stranger on the road” who listens.
Who stays.
Who breaks bread.
Who carries hope.

My dear brothers and sisters, if your heart has burned even a little today, do not ignore it. That is the Lord stirring something within you.

Let that fire lead you.

Because somewhere, someone is walking the road to Emmaus—and they are waiting, perhaps without even knowing it, for you to walk beside them.

The workshop is on the four Saturdays of May starting on May 2nd, not here but in St. Gerard Parish. We begin with Mass as 5PM, dinner and fellowship at 6PM and the workshop from 7pm to 9pm. These details are in the bulletin and in the poster behind. You can take your phone with you after Mass and scan the QR code for registratioh.

The Lord is truly risen.

And He is alive… in you.

Amen.

Saturday, March 28, 2026

A Prayer at the Foot of the Cross

 Lord Jesus,

I am kneeling/standing here looking at what my sin cost You.

In the nails, I see my pride.

In the thorns, I see my selfish thoughts.

In Your open side, I see my closed heart.

Lord, I am tired of the "ugly" things I have hidden.


The wages of my sin should have been my death -

my separation from the Father forever.

But here You are, taking my place.

You took the "desert" so I could have the "home."

As I bow before You, I am saying: "I am coming out of the prison."

I am leaving my shame and my excuses right here at Your wounded feet.

Wash me in Your blood.

Cover me in Your mercy.

Thank You for paying the price I could never afford.

Today, Lord, I choose to accept your Love and your gift of salvation.

Amen.

The Price of a Soul: Why the Cross was the Only Way

Homily for Palm Sunday
29/30 March 2026 (Sat. 5PM, Sun. 1PM & 4PM Masses)
St. Patrick’s Parish Church, Deacon Ferdie Gayos 

The Anatomy of the "Ugly": Why Holy Week Isn’t About Pity

As we stand at the threshold of the "holiest week of all weeks," our tradition calls us to do something counterintuitive: to stop and look at the ugly.

In our modern world, we are experts at skipping the "scary parts." We prefer to fast-forward through the scourging, the spitting, and the nails to get to the glory of Easter Sunday. But to understand the Resurrection, we must first understand the "economics" of the Cross.

No Discounted Redemption

There was no "Holy Week Sale" for our souls. We were not redeemed at a discounted rate. Our salvation was paid for in full, including the exorbitant interest our sins had accumulated.


When we look at the Cross, we aren't looking at a tragedy to feel "sorry" for Jesus. He doesn't want our pity; He wants our hearts. The Cross is the only mirror that truly reflects the ugliness of our sin—and the staggering, almost "reckless" love of a God who chose to take our sentence.

Justice Meets Mercy

St. Paul tells us that "the wage of sin is death." In a biblical sense, death is the ultimate separation—the panic of a child lost in a crowd, the isolation of a scorching desert. That is the wage we earned.

Justice demanded payment, but Mercy stepped into the cell. Jesus drained His veins of every drop of blood so that when the Father looks at us, He doesn't see a criminal record. He sees a receipt marked TetelestaiPaid in Full.

The Challenge: Walk Out of the Cell

God is a gentleman; He respects our free will. He has shattered the lock on the prison door with the nails in His hands, but He will not force us to leave the cell.

Many of us are still sitting in the dark corners of shame, guilt, and selfishness, even though the gate is wide open. This Holy Week, the challenge is simple: Don’t stay in your prison.

  • Go to Confession: Don't worry about how long it has been. God isn't waiting to scold you; He’s waiting to embrace you.
  • Surrender Your Will: Stop hiding the "ugly" things. Bring your "dying" to Him so you can experience His "rising."

This week, we commemorate both the worst thing that ever happened (the death of Christ) and the best thing that ever happened (our salvation). The door is open. For the love of God—walk out.


A Prayer for the Journey
Lord, I am tired of the "ugly" things I have hidden. You took the desert so I could have a home. Today, I am leaving my shame at your wounded feet. Thank you for paying the price I could never afford. Amen.