Saturday 18 March 2017

b_300_300_16777215_00_images_stories_Szent_Szentek_IMG_0330_2.jpgFather Csaba’s reflection on the gospel..
Saturday 18 March 2017
The prodigal son !! This is a very nice story but it also makes me wonder why are there so many prodigal sons in the world !! No matter where I look , wrecked lives, careers , families , communities starting off well and then broken, fallen to bits we take photos , we are wiring , we are improvising, throwing things together if need be from splinters!!
I go to prisons , visit hospitals , through our orphanages I know very deeply the fabric of our society and it is frightening that immeasurable pain, hurt that people can cause themselves and each other !!God is merciful and teaches us to forgive  one another seventy times by seven times , this is true often many of us do it , but despite this our children , families are suffering for no reason at all…In the Romanian prisons daily 17-18 inmates are taking their own lives , but even in Hungary the number is close to the inhabitants of a village who commit suicide yearly !! In Upper- Hungary they buried a 54 years old Catholic priest, this week, who hanged himself!!
Today we pray together that we may not have a need for generous  fathers, mothers , children forgiving sins ! We beseech God humbly to keep us on the way of love, honesty , nobody should disregard willing or unwilling  not even one of the  life-giving commandments leading to happiness !! Lets decide that we will not be prodigal sons of our heavenly Father whether in small or big things ! Lets not become the playthings of the evil spirit , lets take a pledge ,down on our knees that we are not going cause sadness, pain, suffering ever to anybody !!
With trust,
Father Csaba
translated by dr k.e.
The tax collectors and sinners, however, were all crowding round to listen to him, and the Pharisees and scribes complained saying, 'This man welcomes sinners and eats with them.' So he told them this parable:
'There was a man who had two sons. The younger one said to his father, "Father, let me have the share of the estate that will come to me." So the father divided the property between them. A few days later, the younger son got together everything he had and left for a distant country where he squandered his money on a life of debauchery.
'When he had spent it all, that country experienced a severe famine, and now he began to feel the pinch; so he hired himself out to one of the local inhabitants who put him on his farm to feed the pigs. And he would willingly have filled himself with the husks the pigs were eating but no one would let him have them. Then he came to his senses and said, "How many of my father's hired men have all the food they want and more, and here am I dying of hunger! I will leave this place and go to my father and say: Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you; I no longer deserve to be called your son; treat me as one of your hired men." So he left the place and went back to his father.
'While he was still a long way off, his father saw him and was moved with pity. He ran to the boy, clasped him in his arms and kissed him. Then his son said, "Father, I have sinned against heaven and against you. I no longer deserve to be called your son." But the father said to his servants, "Quick! Bring out the best robe and put it on him; put a ring on his finger and sandals on his feet. Bring the calf we have been fattening, and kill it; we will celebrate by having a feast, because this son of mine was dead and has come back to life; he was lost and is found." And they began to celebrate.
'Now the elder son was out in the fields, and on his way back, as he drew near the house, he could hear music and dancing. Calling one of the servants he asked what it was all about. The servant told him, "Your brother has come, and your father has killed the calf we had been fattening because he has got him back safe and sound." He was angry then and refused to go in, and his father came out and began to urge him to come in; but he retorted to his father, "All these years I have slaved for you and never once disobeyed any orders of yours, yet you never offered me so much as a kid for me to celebrate with my friends. But, for this son of yours, when he comes back after swallowing up your property -- he and his loose women -- you kill the calf we had been fattening."
'The father said, "My son, you are with me always and all I have is yours. But it was only right we should celebrate and rejoice, because your brother here was dead and has come to life; he was lost and is found.” 
Lk 15,1-3.11-32