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Making a "mess" in our parishes

Miracle of Christ Healing the Blind - El Greco
Pope Francis told the folks at World Youth Day that he wants them to go out and make a "mess" in their dioceses, to spread the Faith and shake up the world.

Okay, so what now? How do we do that?

Here are some ideas:
  • If you know the Faith, share it. Teach in your parish religious ed program instead of just complaining about how bad it it.
  • Talk to your pastor about hosting a teaching event for adults, such as viewing and discussing Fr. Barron's series. Promise you'll do all the work.
  • Host a day or evening "mini-retreat. Again, tell your pastor and/or DRE you'll do all the work: setting up, taking down, arranging food, etc.
  • Volunteer in the youth ministry program, even if you don't have a kid that age.
  • Join the Knights of Columbus. Don't have one at your parish? Start one.
  • Join/start a Bible study. These are especially needed for folks who work during the day, as most parish Bible studies meet during the week, during daytime hours.
  • Pray for your priest, your bishop, your DRE, your youth minister. 
  • Ask your priest: "What can I do to help do what the Holy Father wants us to do here in our parish?"
  • Encourage young parents. Don't give that squirmy toddler next to you at Mass the stink eye; offer to hold him/her. Tell the parents after Mass what a great job they're doing bringing the kids to Mass.
  • Bring a friend or family member who's drifted away from the Church to Mass. Tell them, "No strings attached. Come with me once, and we'll have coffee afterwards. If you don't want to go again, no problem." Then, knock their socks off with kindness, gratitude and appreciation for making the effort.
  • Talk to people about your Faith. Be ready to share at the drop of a hat with your hairdresser, your dental assistant, your carpool buddy, your dog groomer, the kid who cuts your grass....
  • Carry an extra Rosary in your purse or pocket, along with a pamphlet on how to say it. I guarantee: you'll get the opportunity to pass it along to someone. Again and again.
  • Pray.
  • Pray.
  • Pray.

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