Homily – Mass of Christian Burial of Fr. Angelo Iacovone, C. P.

Posted on November 29, 2011 by

Father Angelo Iacovone was born February 2, 1919, in Woodside, NY on 57th Street, in the house that his father Vito built. Angelo’s mother, Rose DeStefano, a very loving and spiritual woman, served as a catechist to Mother Cabrini, the American saint.

Besides his brothers, Joseph, Saverio, Fred, Francis and Rocco–Angelica was not yet born–Angelo’s aunt, lived with them. Angelo went to St. Sebastian’s Grammar School and then to the Salesian High School in New Rochelle.

During that time, his mother and father would often go across the Hudson River to attend the Passionist Novena in Union City and Angelo would go with them. One day he told his father he wanted to be a Passionist and asked if they could visit their Seminary. So his father took Angelo at the end of his junior year to Dunkirk, NY. They thought he wouldn’t be accepted till after he graduated from high school. Surprisingly, he was accepted right away.

In 1938, Angelo began his Novitiate in Pittsburgh. Afterwards, he went to Boston then Scranton for studies as a Passionist. As a result of an operation, he was unable to play sports, and so instead he would watch his classmates play and consoled himself with long discussions with his professors, like Fr. Simon Jungfleish. Angelo loved learning and became an avid reader.

He was ordained in St. Michael’s Church in Union City, April 29, 1946, and spent the next year studying Sacred Eloquence in Baltimore, Maryland.

As a a priest at St. Paul’s Monastery, Pittsburgh, PA, Angelo worked with Fr. Gregory Flynn, building the novitiate Chapel and redoing the Church. Showing some of the talents he inherited from his father, he worked with architects and builders and enlisted volunteers to create that monastery’s beautiful stained glass windows, brick walls and stations and pews.

In 1954, Angelo was sent to the Passionist missions in Jamaica West Indies, where he served for 25 years. He served in Porous, Williamsfield and Bull Savanna. “He was a good man.” Fr. Richard Leary, a companion from those days, said of him.

In these places, Angelo lived a very poor life. Each month he received $100 from the province to handle his expenses and on this support, along with Mass stipends he received, he built schools and supported teachers, while living simply himself. He told others he wanted to give his full attention to the poor.

Jamaica could be a dangerous place. Once, driving down a windy mountain road, his car hit a truck carrying steel beams. Severely injured, Fr. Angelo and a young companion were taken to the hospital ship, Hope, then visiting Jamaica, where they were treated. The head injury he suffered was probably responsible for a health condition that eventually caused him to be return to the United States from Africa years later.

Sadness came when Fathers Angelo, David Roberts and Howard Chirdon were called back to the province in the late 1970s. Though hurt by the move, Angelo dealt with it the way he thought God wanted him to deal with it. On his return, he went to the Passionist House of Solitude in Bedford to live a quiet life of prayer and remained there more than the usual forty days.

Fortunately, Father Angelo got his second chance to be a missionary in 1979 when we went to Botswana in Africa. Its government then was contemplating a law to allow for abortions. Angelo, along with others, compiled important literature for the legislators and somehow got enough funds to send the video, The Silent Scream by Barnhard Nathanson to every Member of Parliament. The majority in Parliament voted against the pro-abortion law.

After 12 years in Botswana, illness forced Angelo to return to the United States and in 1997 he came to the Passionist Monastery in Jamaica, NY, where for the remainder of his life he cared for the Blessed Sacrament Chapel and found ways to help the overseas missions he always loved.

He was a master recruiter, who knew how to draw others to help the missions. He lived the beatitudes. “Blessed are the poor in spirit, for they shall possess the land.” On the card from the day of his ordination he placed words from the French Novelist Leon Bloy, “One does not enter into paradise, today, tomorrow, or in ten years time, but this day if one is poor and crucified. “

That was Angelo—he was poor and he wanted to serve the poor. We know well, that even though his religious name was Angelo, he was no angel. He was a man, a human being like the rest of us, with greatness along with all the little things that make us small. But as the Letter to the Romans reminds us: “We know that our old self was crucified with him, so that our sinful body might be done away with, that we might no longer be in slavery to sin.” Angelo experienced this mystery in mind and body.

As our reading from the Letter to the Romans says: “Chastised a little, they shall be greatly blessed, because God tried them and found them worthy of himself. As gold in the furnace, he proved them, and as sacrificial offerings he took them to himself.” His crucifixion changed Angelo into pure gold.

Angelo was Angelo, from beginning to end. To take care of the poor, he took up the cross, and got us to do it too, however reluctantly or joyfully. In this Eucharist, we celebrate his life in union with Jesus Christ.

- Fr. Jerome Bracken, C.P.

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Homily for the Mass of Christian Burial of Fr. Isaias Powers, CP

Posted on November 1, 2011 by

Left to right: Passionist Fathers Louis McCue, Fidelis Rice, and Isaias Powers. circa 1963

Scripture Readings:

Isaiah 25:6-9
Romans 5: 5-11
Luke 23:44-53; 24: 1-6

Captain of his college football team, lumberjack, formidable softball pitcher in the famed Shelter Island League, blue collar poet, author of dozens of books and booklets of inspiration for ordinary Catholics, charismatic youth and young adult minister, preacher of the passion of Jesus Christ to countless folks of all ages, Father Isaias Powers was a man of many gifts and multiple dimensions. He served the Church and the Passionist community with exemplary dedication and enthusiasm in a variety of ministries during his 57 years as a vowed religious and 50 years as an ordained priest. Perhaps it was his quiet but consistent enthusiasm about life and his vocation that best characterized him.

The word “enthusiasm” comes from the Greek and means, literally, to be “in God,” to be “caught up in God,” to be “inspired.” In the reading from Paul’s letter to the Romans, Saint Paul talks about the gift of the Holy Spirit through which the love of God has been poured out into our hearts. Ike was a man of the Spirit who exuded great enthusiasm in his life and ministry. He inspired and encouraged others in an enthusiastic way. Indeed, several of the brethren with whom I have talked have spoken about the ways in which Ike encouraged them in their Passionist life and ministry. He made the effort to build up the spirits of his brethren and many others with whom he came in contact. In his email message to the province about Ike’s death, Peter Grace shared a poem that Ike wrote for his friends in 2002, on the occasion of his 74^th birthday. In that poem, Ike penned these lines:

With exuberance’s hope
Down Fate’s fading sunset slope,
I’ll coast along – for love turned out all right.
Much thanks to you, I now know more
Of why I trust what’s still in store
And toast you with new wine-of-life tonight!

This poem reflects the enthusiasm, even the exuberance, with which Ike tried to live his life as a religious and priest. I was struck by his words, “for love turned out all right.” It seems that, in looking back on his life, Ike was affirming that the vocation he had chosen turned out to be the right way of life for him. He was proclaiming that despite the inevitable struggles and disappointments that are part of every life, “Love turned out all right.” For Ike, this love that “turned out all right” was the love of God of which Paul speaks, the love that has been poured out into our hearts through the gift of the Holy Spirit. This is a divine love the depths of which were demonstrated in the passion of Jesus, in the fact that Christ gave his life for us while we were still sinners. Ike was an eloquent witness to this love of God poured out in Christ through his preaching, writing, and manner of relating to others.

Just a few words about Ike’s life and work. After his graduation from Oswego High School he served in the Army Signal Corps for two years, immediately following the Second World War. Last evening, Xavier Hayes recalled Ike’s stories about his years in the service, a good part of which were spent in China. After his military service he attended Hamilton College, where he was captain of the football team and editor of the literary magazine, a harbinger of things to come with his later work for Sign magazine and as a very productive author. After ordination in 1961, he was one of the few Passionists to go out on a parish mission in Sacred Eloquence. This he did with the storied Camillus Barth – that must have been quite a mission! Ike served on the itinerant preaching band in several of our communities in subsequent years, including four years at Saint Michael’s Residence in Philadelphia, where he focused on retreats for high school and college students. He was also a member of the team at the retreat house here in Jamaica as well as Saint Gabriel’s in Brighton. He lived in West Springfield for fifteen years, where he served on the itinerant preaching band, participated in programs in the retreat house there, and initiated a prolific career as an author of spiritual publications. Lucian Clark, who was retreat director at Springfield during these years, remarked to me about Ike’s charismatic presence on retreats for college students. Ike’s ministry on these retreats was dynamic and creative, especially in the ways in which he used Scripture and literature in his presentations. Ike also participated actively and effectively in programs of renewal for religious held at Springfield during those days. Toward the end of his active ministry, Ike served in preaching ministry at West Hartford and North Palm Beach.

Last evening at the vigil service, Brother James Johnson spoke about running into a nurse at Long Island Jewish Hospital this week while visiting another Passionist who is there. Hearing Jim mention Ike’s name, this nurse told of participating in a retreat that Ike led for her class when she was a high school student at The Mary Louis Academy, forty years ago. It sounded like she remembered it as if it were yesterday. I had a similar experience this week. When Peter Grace telephoned to tell me that Ike had passed away, I was at Blessed John XXIII Seminary in the Boston area for a meeting. The rector there is a friend of mine, and I mentioned to him that I had received news about the death of one of our religious. When I said Ike’s name, this priest recalled having had Ike for a retreat when he was in first theology at Saint John’s Seminary in Brighton, in 1981. He even remembered some of Ike’s favorite, treasured sayings. I laughed with him about these, though I must admit that I don’t think anyone is going to remember anything I say in a homily or retreat talk thirty years from now !

Permit me a brief personal memory of Ike, from my early days with the community. Many here will remember the Province Convocation held at Marymount University in Tarrytown in 1980. I was a novice at the time and was able to participate in those important days along with my classmates. To tell the truth, I do not remember much about the presentations that were given at the convocation, but I do remember that we played several softball games during the afternoon recreation periods. I distinctly recall that Ike played catcher in those games. And, while crouched behind home plate engaged in his “catcherly” duties, he kept up an almost constant chatter aimed at the batters of the opposing team and anyone else who might be listening. I remember being struck by his enthusiasm and exuberance, as well as being the recipient of his encouragement to me as a novice just beginning my life as a Passionist. Ike always made the effort to “put heart” into other people.

A glance at the list of publications that Ike authored leaves one staggered by his creativity and productivity. The list numbers more than forty books, booklets and audio cassettes. The titles are familiar to many of us here: Kitchen Table Christianity, Quiet Places with Jesus, Quiet Places with Mary, Women of the Gospels, Advent Prayers and Scripture Meditations, Letters from an Understanding Friend, and many others. Seven of Ike’s booklets sold more than 100,000 copies – a very impressive figure for religious publication. All of this shows how much ordinary people of faith, extending beyond those whom Ike personally encountered in his ministry, benefited from his insight and from the love of God that was poured out into his heart. His enthusiasm for God and for people spilled over into his writing and inspired people throughout the country.

Ike’s preaching and writing reflected the charism of Saint Paul of the Cross and the pivotal message of the gospel that we just heard. His titles include: Journey with Jesus; My God, Have You Forsaken Me?; and God is Good, Yet Evil Happens . . . Why? He was imbued with the memory of the passion and death of Jesus and endeavored to convey that memory through many different means of communication. He sought to tell the story that we hear in this gospel reading, and to tell it in creative and relevant ways that people of his own day would find intelligible. This is the story of Jesus’ saving death and life-giving resurrection that Luke narrates in his gospel, the story of the One whose entire life was about commending his spirit into the hands of his Father. It is the story that Saint Paul preached so courageously, the story he sums up by saying, “Indeed, if, while we were enemies we were reconciled to God through the death of his Son, how much more, once reconciled, will we be saved by his life.”

As some of you mentioned at last night’s vigil, Ike also lived the story of the passion of Jesus in his own life, particularly as he grappled with the onset of Alzheimer’s Disease in the past few years. I happened to have an appointment with Dr. DeAngelis yesterday, and when I mentioned that Ike had died he was visibly moved. He spoke about his affection for Ike and his own struggle to help him come to grips with the reality of Alzheimer’s, as much as anyone can come to grips with that terrible illness. As Kenan Peters said last evening, Ike had to gradually let go of everything with this illness — his preaching, his writing, his creative insight, his ability to communicate, and ultimately his own life. Repeatedly, he had to utter the words of Jesus, “Father into your hands I commend my spirit.”

One of Ike’s booklets is titled My God … Have You Forsaken Me? It is a collection of spiritual meditations for each day of Lent. Ike concluded this booklet, however, with a meditation on Easter, reflecting on Luke’s account of the discovery of the empty tomb by the women and the question posed by the angel: “Why do you seek the living one among the dead? He is not here. He is risen.” Ike begins his reflection by saying, “The deadliest evil of them all is death itself.” He proceeds to observe that sometimes when someone we love dies we are so overcome by the loss that we “entomb ourselves beside the grave of our beloved.” At the end of his reflection Ike writes this: “Our Lord never solved the problem of evil. He conquered the problem. He rose again to new life – fuller, richer than he had before. By his triumph over the ultimate experience of death, Christ tenders his healing power over all our ‘little deaths’ as well . . . all the sorrows noted in these pages. Jesus is risen. And he intends to raise us with him – if only we let him do so . . . in his way.”

Father Isaias, we are grateful for the many ways that you communicated the presence and the new life of the risen Christ to us and to so many others through the years. And as Christ commended his spirit to the Father at Calvary, so we place you in the hands of the crucified and risen Christ. We do so with confidence, asking your good friend, Jesus, to grant you eternal life and to raise you up with him on the last day. May Christ “toast you with the new wine-of-life tonight”!

- Robin Ryan, CP

Donations can be made in Fr. Isaias Powers’ memory to the Passionist Retirement Fund.

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Homily for the Mass of Christian Burial of Fr. Kenneth Walsh, C.P.

Posted on April 27, 2011 by

Christ is Risen! Alleluia! Lazarus our brother is risen! Kenneth our uncle, confrere and friend is surely with our risen Lord and Savior.

After 88 years of life in Christ nearly 70 years as a vowed Passionist and 61 years as a priest, Kenneth is no doubt with God as we join as community to mourn his passing with parishioners, friends and his devoted nieces Mary and Ellen.

Death is never easy to accept or fully understood, but Kenneth’s death takes on deep significance – -since he passed on Holy Saturday morning when the whole church takes a breath to ponder the mystery of death and await the promise of life in Christ. This mystery is evident in the spring time clean up for every dead blade of grass becomes the seed bed of a new and greener lawn. Or the letting go of friends and companions in the journey leads to a new level of education or the beginning of a career with new friends and associates.

Kenneth knew and celebrated these events from his childhood in Scituate, Mass by the sea where the rhythm of the waves would overflow into the a sense of wonder he never lost – - or the beat of a Mariachi band in Mexico City would generate a deeper desire for service to God’s people in several parish assignments – - in Boston, Union City, Baltimore, North Carolina and here in Scranton at our beloved St. Ann’s.

In ministering to so many in our parishes, Kenneth was constantly in touch with the mystery of life and death. One of my most moving experiences of life and death was at the wake of the father of one of my dearest friends. While we gathered to mourn his passing the man’s 10 month old granddaughter who was crawling on the floor – - grabbed the leg of a chair, pulled herself up and took her first faltering steps – - falling into the arms of her smiling father.

All of his life Kenneth has been taking those baby steps towards God. He continued this walk because as I saw Kenneth he was a man of faith, a man of culture, and a man of fun.

Of faith: because he embraced the passion. Even Peter or Martha or Mary couldn’t do that before Easter until the Church remembered and recorded his words “I am the resurrection and the Life,” Kenneth could accept Jesus Crucified because he knew Christ risen.

In the unfolding of his Passionist life Kenneth loved culture – - especially music and shared that love with his friends from opera in Virginia to the New Jersey Symphony. Kenneth never missed an opportunity to enrich his life and enjoy good music. He introduced me to the North East Pennsylvania Philharmonic – - but inevitably after each performance he would say “it’s not Boston!”

Throughout his life Kenneth had a whimsical heart. To me he liked fun and enjoyed sharing his whimsy with others. A constant reader, his frequent trips to the library produced a number of quips for friendly chats. Recently he asked me if I ever read Marcial Proust. I said no. Then without missing a beat or a breath he said he was presently reading the autobiography of Marian Anderson – - the great African American Diva of the Met.

Now for Proust, Ken, I’m not so sure – - as for Marian Anderson – - enjoy her solos in the heavenly choir; for since Holy Saturday when you took your last steps into the arms of our Eternal and ever loving Father – - I’m sure she led the Heavenly Choir in a chorus of her favorite spiritual “My Lord, What a Morning!”

Fr. Malcolm Cornwell, C.P.

Fr. Kenneth Walsh, C.P. (1922-2011) (thepassionists.org)

Fr. Owen Sharkey C.P. (1917-2011)

Posted on April 1, 2011 by

Father Owen Sharkey, a Passionist priest, theologian, and teacher, passed away at Immaculate Conception Monastery, Jamaica, NY, on March 31, 2011. He was 94.

Father Owen was the son of the late Owen Sharkey and Mary (Nevins) Sharkey and uncle of Mrs. Nancy Saam of Haverford, PA. A native of Philadelphia, Father Sharkey graduated from West Catholic High School. He entered the Passionists, a Roman Catholic religious community of brothers and priests dedicated to the Passion of the Christ, in 1937. He professed his religious vows at Our Lady of Sorrows Monastery, West Springfield, MA in 1938. After completing his philosophy studies at Saint Gabriel Monastery, Brighton, MA and Immaculate Conception Monastery, Jamaica, NY, he received a BA in 1941. He was awarded an MA in theology in 1945 and was ordained a priest in Newark, NJ on May 5, 1945. Father Sharkey did graduate studies in theology at The Catholic University of America, Washington, DC. He received his Licentiate in Sacred Theology in 1946 and was awarded the Doctorate in Sacred Theology in 1950.

He served as professor of systematic theology, social ethics, and Church history at various Passionist monasteries from 1945-1965. He taught theology at Saint John’s University, Jamaica, NY from 1967-1988. He held memberships in the American Association of University Professors and The Catholic Theological Society of America. A gifted athlete and man of keen intellectual acumen, Father Sharkey was esteemed by seminarians and college students. Many sought his advice during the Second Vatican Council (1962-1965) and afterwards, especially those discerning their vocational status. He also studied at the University of Tuebingen in Germany from 1965-1966.

The Catholic University of America Press published his book, Saint Gregory’s Concept of Papal Power, in 1950 and Franklin Press published his book, The Mystery of Man, in 1975. Father Sharkey also contributed articles to various theological journals and encyclopedia. In 1988 he retired from teaching at Saint John’s University and took up residence with Father Thomas Berry, the internationally known ecologist and cultural historian, at the Riverdale Research Center, Riverdale, NY. In 1994 he retired to Holy Family Monastery, West Hartford, CT, and then moved to the Immaculate Conception Monastery in 2010, where he resided until his death.

Visitation will take place at Immaculate Conception Monastery in Jamaica, NY, from 3 PM to 8 PM on Sunday, April 3.

A Funeral Mass will be celebrated in the Monastery Chapel at 11 AM on Monday, April 4. Burial will follow in the Monastery cemetery.

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Homily for the Mass of Christian Burial of Br. Kenneth Pughe, C.P.

Posted on March 28, 2011 by

Our Passionist community and all those here this morning gather to give thanks to Almighty God for the gift of life we had in the person of Brother Kenneth Pughe. I am keenly conscious that no homily or eulogy can do justice to anyone’s life. Nevertheless, I offer, these reflections as we pray this day commending Kenneth to Jesus whose consoling words we hear again from the Gospel of Matthew: “Come to me, all you who labor and bare burdened and I will give your rest…Learn from me, for I am meek and humble of heart and you will find rest for yourselves…”

Over sixty years ago when I was a novice at St. Michael’s Monastery in Union City, there was a knock at my door and the Vice-Master, Fr. Connor Smith, of happy memory, asked me to come with him to welcome a newly arrived postulant. He told me to show him to his “cell” as we called our room in those days, and to escort him to the choir for evening prayer and then to the refectory for supper. I must confess I was taken aback at my initial meeting with Kenneth by both his porky stature and a obvious speech impediment. You could hardly understand him at first.

You eventually developed an ear for his defect, but all the while Kenneth seemed undisturbed by your reaction, probably because he was used to such reactions from others since childhood.

As Kenneth humbly continued his initial indoctrination into our community, these same circumstances caused some difficulty as he neared profession of his first vows. Some senior members of the community questioned Kenneth’s suitability for religious life. This was understandable since their only knowledge of Kenneth was from what they observed externally.

But “God’s ways are not our ways!” Kenneth was professed in April 1951 and given the name Bernard, a name I called him ever since. Years later, he reverted to his baptismal name while I continued calling him Bernard, only to have him retort sharply, “Bernard dead! Me Kenneth!”

From April of 1951 and continuing for the next fifty years, Kenneth faithfully served our community as a brother cook. In making that statement, I am well aware that it does injustice to all Kenneth accomplished in this formidable and priceless work for our province. In those “good old days” our Passionist communities were much larger in number than today; secular help was practically nil–still, thousands of meals had to be prepared virtually 24/7.

In that time Kenneth was stationed in many of our houses: St. Mary’s in Dunkirk, NY; Holy Cross Seminary, also in Dunkirk; Holy Family Monastery in West Hartford, Ct; St Michael’s Monastery, Union City, NJ; St Gabriel’s in Boston,Ma; Shelter Island, NY, and here at our Jamaica Monastery. In each of these places, he tackled the arduous work of “feeding the multitudes,” to use a phrase from scripture. He did it all with a joyful simplicity.

As many of our community know, Kenneth posted his daily menu in a unique spelling to the amusement of all who read it. Wrapped chicken would read “raped chicken” and scalloped potatoes became “scalded spuds.” None of this ended up upsetting stomachs or causing ulcers in those who consumed his culinary delights.

Stories abound about his gourmet meals served on gaudeamus days, jubilee celebrations, or today’s St. Patrick’s Day celebrations, when he would offer the appropriate corned beef and cabbage and green potatoes. So it was over countless days, weeks, months and years. So devoted was he to his laborious work that he came to be known as Head Chef of the province rather than the lowly Brother Cook. That caused a kind of holy rivalry among the brothers of our province who wanted that title–one of whom is here with us, our humble Brother Anselm.

Aside from this priceless work for our province, Kenneth was deeply devoted to prayer and his growing relationship with God. Following the routine of morning prayer, liturgy and his private devotions, his interior life overflowed into his apostolic life. He became an ardent devotee of the charismatic movement . Later, he joined smaller prayer groups and became an inspiration to those with whom he shared his unique experience as a veteran man of prayer immersed in our Passion charism.

Kenneth with his handicaps had to struggle through a difficult childhood. Son of an Army Colonel who had to move from one military station to another, he lacked some of the basic schooling and social interaction that would have been of help to him. He wasn’t provided with some of the professional help he needed.

Kenneth’s call to the Passionists is an example of God’s mysterious love for each of us. For Kenneth personally, that call was a wonderful blessing and a saving grace in many ways–not simply for him, but for all of us as well.

In our community he found loving and caring brothers with who he prayed, worked and found companionship. Brother Conrad was one such true, caring and good companion throughout their religious lives. Brother James tended to Kenneth’s physical needs with care these last difficult weeks and was with him to the last. Fathers Peter and Richard, supported him in the same solicitous way they look after the well-being of each of our men, seeing their worth as with the eyes of God.

Kenneth was truly blessed by God as a Passionist Brother. Bravely withstanding the trials, difficulties, disappointments and crosses that are part of our lives, he bore them like Christ would bear them. His final physical deterioration after a long active life united him to the suffering and passion of Our Lord Jesus Christ. Kenneth achieved his goal; he persevered to the end, completing his response to God’s Will for him.

As Jesus fulfilled his work on earth, he cried out from his cross, “Father, into your hands I commend my spirit.” For Brother Kenneth, we cry out in prayer, “Lord God, we commend your son Kenneth’s spirit into your hands.” May his soul and the souls of all the faithful departed rest in peace. Amen.

Fr.Xavier Vitacolonna, CP
March 17, 2011

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