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December 2011 Edition
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"Because a friend invited me..."

He descended on me, waving a piece of paper, every fibre of his being signalling joy: "Hey Father, I've just received an invitation to join the Basketball trip to Perth." Then, I remembered that, on the Sunday before, my eye caught the headline on a parish newsletter..."Because a friend invited me..." Now that is a headline with emotional triggers at work. Invitations are not words to be passed over lightly. I read on: "I probably wouldn't be a Catholic today, if a friend hadn't invited me to an enquiry night." This was followed by two other invitations, one to a mother to attend her daughter's first communion preparations, and the other, an invitation to a next door neighbour to attend a husband's baptism. Just simple invitations to friends, but how vast were the consequences which flowed from those very simple acts.

When we receive an invitation, we feel honoured. It is indeed a warm experience. It means that we have not been forgotten, that we are remembered, and that our presence at an important event would be valued. The appealing power of a warm invitation enables people to cross all boundaries and divisions.

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