I knew I was at a historically Polish parish when the Christmas songs being sung in what I thought was Latin were in fact being sung in Polish. Even as a Catholic, a command of Latin has never been one of my strengths.
We were gathered to celebrate the Feast of the Holy Family. I was only half listening to the homily, I was distracted by the interior of the church, when the priest asked what we were doing to protect families. Oh great!, I thought to myself, a lecture on same sex marriage was in store. My ears perked up as I suspected I may have been the only LGBT Catholic in the church and thought all eyes would soon be upon me.
Instead, the priest asked what are we doing to help the hungry family, the homeless family, the refugee family, the shattered family. What are we doing to help the human family. The Holy Family on a night in Bethlehem had no one to help them. Joseph and Mary wandered from inn to inn looking for a place to stay as she was in labor. The Family found no help and settled into a lowly stable to deliver our Savior into this world.
We reflected on the uncertainty the Family must have felt that night alone in a stable. How many families in our world face uncertainty and hunger and war? and what are we doing to help?