Our Lady of Mount Carmel over the main altar in Our Lady of Mount Carmel Pontifical Shrine, New York

Our Lady of Mount Carmel Church,  259 Oliver Street,  Newark,

Solemn Masses on both Sunday July 15th at 5pm and Monday July 16th at 7pm, in each case followed by processions. (See separate post for details.)

Pontifical Shrine of Our Lady of Our Lady of Mount Carmel, 116 E. 116th Street, New York

Traditional Latin Vespers of the Little Office of Our Lady & Benediction, July 15th at 7:30 pm

Multiple Masses on July 16th:

St. Mary Church, Greenwich, CT

Church of St. Catherine Laboure, 130 Bray Ave, Middletown, NJ

Church of St. Anthony of Padua, 330 6th St, Jersey City, NJ

The patronal feast at Our Lady of Mt Carmel Church in Newark begins tonight, and will feature two traditional Solemn Masses, on Sunday July 15th at 5pm and Monday July 16th at 7pm.

Following the Mass on Sunday there will be a traditional grand procession with a statue of Our Lady and a full symphonic brass band. The streets of the parish will be hosting an Italian festival and there will be live entertainment. After Monday night’s Mass there will be a candlelight procession with Rosary.

There is ample parking on premises. All are welcome!

On Sunday, July 1, 2018 at 5:00 PM, the Traditional Latin Solemn Mass, 1962 MR-EF will be offered for the Feast of the Most Precious Blood of Our Lord, Jesus Christ at the Shrine Church of the Most Precious Blood in the historic neighborhood of Little Italy, Manhattan.

113 Baxter Street NY, NY 10013.

A plenary indulgence can be gained for yourself or a Poor Soul in Purgatory by visiting a Church on it’s Patronal Feast day of Title, under the usual conditions (Reception of the Sacraments of Confession and Communion, being free from attachment to all sin, Prayers for the Intentions of the Holy Father Pope Francis)

The Church is easy to get to via the N,Q,R,W,J,Z,4,5 &6 Subway lines at the Canal Street subway station,
as well as various Bus lines.

Parking is available in the neighborhood.

St. Mary’s Church in Greenwich, CT will be offering an extraordinary form Mass on  Monday, July 16th at 7:30 to celebrate the Feast of Our Lady of Mt Carmel.

Photos of this past Sunday’s 9:30 am solemn Mass, Fr. Cipolla’s last as pastor of St. Mary’s Church, Norwalk, CT. In the afternoon there was a festive reception held in his honor with surprise choral entertainment.

Yesterday at Fr. Cipolla’s retirement reception, we were entertained by a group of young singers in the parish, organized by Monica Haffey.  A special song was composed for the occasion.  We are grateful to Monica for providing the lyrics.

“Cipolla”

Sung to the tune “How Do You Solve A Problem Like Maria” from The Sound of Music

He loves to cook and read a book

His cassock’s worn with care.

He waltzes on his way to Mass and whistles on the stair.

And underneath his biretta he has finely combed his hair.

I’ve even heard him singing in the rec’try.

He’s always late for chapel, though his sermons filled with zeal

He’s always late for everything, except for every meal.

We’re proud to have to say it and we very firmly feel Cipolla has a way around St. Mary’s.

How do you solve a problem like Cipolla?

How do you stop his tears from running down?

How do you find a word that means Cipolla?

A traditionalist, a great homilist, a clown!

Many a thing you know we’d like to ask him.

Many a thing he knows and understands. Like,

How do you cook so well and turn what’s bland to swell?

How did you pick an oyster ov’r a clam?

How do you solve a problem like Cipolla?

How do you let him know that he’s so grand?

When we’re with him we’re amused, talking latin, eating food

And we always end up arguing all night.

Unpredictable as weather, his opinion’s always better.

He’s a darling! He’s demanding! He’s a lamb!

He out pestered any pest, to make the rood beam look it’s best

He’d say mass at any altar facing east.

He is gentle! He is wild! He’s a riddle! He’s a child!

He’s a headache! He’s an angel! He’s a priest!

How do you solve a problem like Cipolla?

How do you stop his tears from running down?

How do you find a word that means Cipolla?

A traditionalist, a great homilist, a clown!

Many a thing you know we’d like to ask him.

Many a thing he knows and understands.

How do you cook so well and turn what’s bland to swell?

How did you pick an oyster over a clam?

How do you solve a problem like Cipolla?

How do you let him know that he’s so grand?

Sermon for Last Sunday as Pastor of St. Mary’s church.

¹² “This is my commandment, that you love one another as I have loved you. ¹³ Greater love has no man than this, that a man lay down his life for his friends. ¹⁴ You are my friends if you do what I command you. ¹⁵ No longer do I call you servants,^[a] for the servant^[b] does not know what his master is doing; but I have called you friends, for all that I have heard from my Father I have made known to you”. (John 15:12-15)

Today we celebrate the birth of John the Baptist, the last of the prophets, the forerunner of Jesus Christ and the first to die the death of a martyr for the Truth who is the person of Jesus Christ.  I must say that I am happy that my last Sunday sermon as pastor of St. Mary’s is not on the feast of the Beheading of John the Baptist, but rather celebrating his birth.  There are those who might say that this feast is fitting for my last Sunday sermon, because they may think that I bear a bit of John’s personal zealousness.

The passage I chose for my sermon text is from Jesus’ Last Supper discourse in the Gospel of John. The context is the eve of his passion and death.  It is introduced by the commandment to love one another.  It is only at this time that our Lord addresses the Twelve as “friends”. What does this word “friend” mean to most people today?  The word itself has been in the process of being cheapened for some time now, but surely the word is below water level when its meaning has been sucked out by Facebook.  The word, friend, in Latin is amicus, which comes from amare, the verb “to love”. Jesus goes on to say:  “No one has greater love than this, to lay down one’s life for one’s friends.” And he says this to a group of men, one of which will betray him, another deny him, and the rest, except for John, will desert him out of fear.

When people used to write letters and took writing a letter seriously, the meaning of friendship was often either the topic of the letter or what was assumed in the act of writing the letter.  I am not talking here of love letters, like those between Abelard and Eloise or Elizabeth Barrett and Robert Browning.  Those letters speak of affection that includes the physical and sexual.  When I taught Latin in prep school, the first part of the second year course was devoted to Cicero, that master of Latin prose. We were obligated to plow through one of his orations.  After that struggle, I made my students read Cicero’s letters to his dear friend, Atticus. These letters are simple and direct and as colloquial as Cicero ever gets.  The words of the letters show forth a bond between these two men that has been formed ultimately by love.  Listen to what Cicero says about friendship, which words, by the way, had a great influence on the Catholic understanding of friendship:

Friendship is the greatest gift of the gods to men. Friendship

Improves happiness and abates misery by the doubling of

our joy and the dividing of our grief.  What sweetness is left

in life if you take away friendship?  Robbing life of friendship

is like robbing the world of the sun.  Love is the attempt to form

a friendship inspired by beauty. There can be no friendship without virtue.

When two people discover that their hearts can speak to each other with no reservation or embarrassment, then there is formed the bond of loving friendship.

My mentor and guide for a good part of my life, John Henry Newman, who fostered in me 36 years ago the courage to become Catholic, understood friendship so deeply.  His many letters to his friends almost make the reader jealous that he had these deep friendships.  He had these deep friendships because he understood that the basis of friendship is virtuous love, a love that must be self-sacrificial in behalf of the friend.  He knew this because he knew the person of Jesus Christ as his Lord and Savior.

Newman’s intellect was surpassed only by his generosity of spirit.  It is Newman above all who taught me about friendship that is grounded in love, and it is also he who taught me about those who resent that open generosity that is integral to friendship because of jealousy, fear or resentment.

I have been so blessed in my twelve years at St. Mary’s with the blessing of friendship.  But it is especially in the past three years as pastor that I have

formed friendships that will endure beyond St. Mary’s and will be part of me and a blessing for me until I die. These friendships have been formed irrespective of age or ethnic background. What binds us is surely our Catholic faith, our love of the Church’s liturgy, the person of Jesus Christ who comes to us in the Sacraments and who is the center of our understanding of love.

A few nights ago I organized a celebratory dinner for the Viri Galilei, that group of men of all ages and all walks of life who in the past three years learned the chant of the Church from someone who deeply understands and loves the chant.   They sing the Missa Cantata every Wednesday evening and then sing Vespers in the chapel. For me to know this group exists and that I am in some way a part of it deepens my faith.  At the celebratory dinner, at my subtle coaxing, each man gave a toast.  I was so proud of these men as only a priest-father could be. Each man spoke with intelligence, feeling, humor, all a reflection of their own transcendental experience of this group of Viri, this group of men, whose manhood grounded in Christ and his Church shone through in a time in which true virility is hard to find and is sadly difficult to find in the clergy of the Church.

I begin to wind down this atypical sermon, not to say peculiar, with two observations. First:  pastors retire.  Priests do not.  I shall do in the future what priests are called to do:  to offer the Holy Sacrifice of the Mass and to minister to people. I shall continue to preach, to write, to lecture, to teach, all with the goal of the recovery of the sacred memory of the Church as lived and experienced in Traditional Roman Mass.    Second. I must declare that I am a happy man through the grace of God.  Am I concerned about the state of the Church and of the world? Of course I am.  But nothing can take away the joy I know this day and every day, that joy that is founded on what you and I do here in this Mass: to offer up Love to Love.  In this context remember to respect and love your new pastor, Father John Ringley. He loves Christ and his Church, he loves the Traditional Mass, he loves music and is a hard worker.

I was tempted to end this sermon by quoting St Paul’s words:  bonum certamen certavi, cursum consumavi, fidem conservavi.  I have fought the good fight, I have finished the race, I have kept the faith.  But no. Those words are for a time in the future when two friends will dress me in Mass vestments for the last time, and a Requiem Mass will be sung for me, and at that time I shall be fully who I am, one who has died in the Lord. But this not now. Not now. Nay rather, I shall close with a piece of prose and a piece of poetry. The first is the ending of one of Newman’s most famous sermons called  “The parting of friends”, written at a time when to become a Catholic in Protestant England meant the severing of the ties of friendship.

And, O my brethren, O kind and affectionate hearts, O loving friends, should you know any one whose lot it has been, by writing or word of mouth, in some degree to help you thus to act; if he has ever told you what you knew about yourselves, or what you did not know; has read to you your wants or feelings, and comforted you by the very reading; has made you feel that there was a higher life than this daily one, and a brighter world than that you see; or encouraged you, or sobered you, or opened a way to the inquiring, or soothed the perplexed; if what he has said or done has ever made you take interest in him, and feel well inclined towards him; remember such a one in time to come, though you hear him not, and pray for him, that in all things he many know God’s will, and at all times he may be ready to fulfill it.