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| Teens at St. Thomas More play an active and important role in community life. They sing in the choir and serve as lectors and Eucharistic ministers. They participate in service events and social activities. | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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Lourdes -- Saturday, October 2, 1999 The sick and elderly and those seeking spiritual healing met at St. Anne's Home of the Little Sisters of the Poor for "A Day at Lourdes." Teens joined others in accompanying the pilgrims (perhaps pushing a wheelchair or aiding those who need help walking) on this day journey that included processions, anointing, Mass, a blessing of the sick, and lunch. |
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| Above: The grotto in Lourdes, France, where, on 11th February 1858, Bernadette Soubirous saw apparitions of the Virgin Mary. The grotto at St. Anne's Home of the Little Sisters of the Poor in San Francisco is modeled after the shrine in France. |
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In June of 1999... One Saturday in June we washed cars as a fundraiser. A good number of our customers came from our parish; other folks passing by also stopped to have their vehicles washed. Several said that they were glad to see life at St. Thomas More Church. |
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| Teens hosted the Feast of St. Thomas More in June. Richie was St. Thomas More, and Sarah was his daughter Meg. Joshua was the jester, and Cristian was a roving artist.
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| The majestic mountain scrapes the clouds that are gently sailing by | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And reaches up to heaven like a bridge from earth to sky | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| From her snow-covered mountain top to her rocky terrain | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The sight still takes my breath away watching her stand so still, so amain | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| The eagle's nest hangs on the crest where it fringes the golden sky | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| And oversees all the land from deserts to where the oceans lie | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Across the black waves or the sky under a ribbon of pearl | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| When the moon is our mother, the sun hides in the sea and the evening stars twinkle and twirl | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| With the silver road home behind me green waves are at my side | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Where I close my eyes, forever it seems, worrying not about wealth nor pride | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| I close my eyes and am taken away by the windy seas | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Rocking to a sweet, simple song that drifts along in the breeze | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| T'is all so pretty a sail it seems over hills and tops of trees | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Carrying me away past all fears to a place only seen in dreams | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| To a far-off land where peace is found with little or no endeavor | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
| Where I gently rock in the misty breeze that carries me away, forever | |||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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