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Pastor: Fr. Gigi Philip
Administrative Assistant: Cynthia Livera

Sunday Masses
Saturday5:00 PMEnglish,
Singles for Christ Choir
Sunday9:00 AMItalian
Italian Choir
10:30 AMEnglish,
Children's Liturgy
Organist/Soloist
12:00 PMEnglish,
Couples for Christ Choir
Weekday Masses
Tuesday7:00 PMItalian,
Devotion to Padre Pio
Wednesday7:00 PMEnglish,
Devotion to Our Lady of
Perpetual Help
Thursday7:00 PMEnglish,
Devotion to St. Norbert
Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament till 8:00 PM
Friday8:35 AMItalian
Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament till 9:15 AM
Elementary Schools
St. Norbert - 60 Maniza Rd. 416-393-5309
St. Robert  - 70 Bainbridge Avenue 416-393-5297
Secondary Schools
Madonna   - 20 Dubray Avenue 416-393-5506

 
Wheel Chair Accessible

Office Hours
Monday - Friday    8:30 AM - 4:30 PM;
(Lunch break 12:00 PM to 1:00 PM)
Contact
100 Regent Road
North York, Ontario M3K 1H3
Phone: 416-636-0213
Fax: 416-636-9431
office@stnorbertschurch.org
www.stnorbertschurch.org
Confession
Saturdays 4:15 - 4:45 PM and upon request
Sacrament of Baptism
Please contact the office as soon as possible
Sacrament of Matrimony
Please contact the office way in advance
Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults (RCIA)
Please contact the office
Sacrament of the Sick
Please contact the office
Blessings (home, vehicle, workplace)
Please contact the office
Visiting the sick and elderly at home
Please contact the office

Thinking about the priesthood or religious life? Hearing Jesus' call "Come and follow me"? Not sure?

Visit Vocations Toronto at www.vocationstoronto.ca, a resourceful site in answering these questions.

Knights of Columbus
Meetings 3rd Thursday of the month
Please contact the office
St. Vincent de Paul Society
Please contact the office
Youth Group
Please contact the office
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God's Grace at Work

The Most Interesting War Story. . .

I was down in this country during the Civil War.  Yonder there were hundreds of tents where our soldiers were encamped.  Measles broke out and many of the brave lads died.  I was wardmaster in charge of the tents where the measles patients were located.

One night I passed a bunk where there was a very sick soldier lad not more than seventeen.  The boy looked at me with a pathetic expression and said:

"I believe I am going to die.  I am not a Christian.  I never had Christian training.  I did go with a friend to Sunday School just once. A woman taught the Sunday School class.  She read us something out of the Bible about a man — I think his name was Nicodemus.  Anyway, it was about a man who went to see Jesus one night.  Jesus told this man he must be born again.  The teacher said all people must be born again in order to go to heaven when they die.  I have never been born again, and I don't want to die like this.  Won"t you please get the chaplain so he can tell me how to be born again?"

I hesitated...  In those days I was an agnostic — at least, that is what I called myself.  As a matter of fact, I wasn't anything but an old sinner.  So I told the boy,

"You don't need a chaplain.  Just be quiet now.  Don't worry, you'll be all right."

"I went around the ward and in about an hour I came back to the boy's bed.  He looked at me out of such sad, staring eyes as he said,

"Wardmaster, if you won't get me the chaplain, please get me the doctor.  I am choking to death."

"All right, my son, I'll get the doctor," I said. 

"I found the doctor.  He came and mopped out the throat of the lad so he could breathe a little easier.  I knew the boy was going to die.  The boy was so sweet he literally climbed into my heart.  He thanked me for my kindness.  He thanked the doctor for being so good to him.

In about an hour I came back expecting to find the boy dead.  As the light began to fade from his eyes he looked up and said,

"There is no use, Wardmaster, I have got to die, and I haven't been born again.  Whether you believe in it or not, won't you find the chaplain and let him tell me how to be born again?"

I looked at him for a moment and thought about how helpless he was in the grip of death.  So I said,

"All right, my son, I will get the chaplain."

I walked away a few paces, turned and went back to the boy's bedside.  I said,

"My boy, I am not going to get you the chaplain.  I am going to tell you what to do myself.  Now, understand, I am an agnostic. I don't know whether there is any God.  I don't know whether there is any heaven.  I don't know whether there is any hell.  I don't know anything....  Well, yes, I do.  I know one thing-- I know my mother was a good woman.  I know if there is a God my mother knew Him.  If there is a heaven I know she is there.  So I will tell you what my mother told me.  You can try it and see if it works.  Now, I am going to teach you a verse of Scripture. The verse is John 3:16:

"For God so loved the world, that He gave His only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in Him should not perish, but have everlasting life." 

"My mother said that I cannot save myself, but if I will believe in Jesus He will save me."

"I asked the boy to say the verse with me.  He followed with a weak and trembling voice: 

"For God so loved the world,"
"For God so loved the world";
"He gave His only begotten Son,"
"He gave His only begotten Son,";
"that whosoever believeth in Him"
"that whosoever believeth in Him";
"should not perish,"
"should not perish";
"but have everlasting life,"
"but have everlasting life."

"Now, my boy, my mother said if a person will trust Jesus he will not perish but have everlasting life."

"He closed his eyes, stretched his hands across his breast and in a whisper he quoted slowly, repeating some of the words several times:

"For God so loved the world .  .  .  He gave His only begotten Son .  .  .  that whosoever, whosoever, whosoever believeth, believeth in Him, believeth in Him."

"Then he stopped and said in a clear voice,

"Praise God, it works!  I believe in Him!  I shall not perish!  I have everlasting life!  I have been born again.  Ward master, your mother was right.  Why don't you try it!  I want to ask you to do something for me.  Take a kiss to my mother and tell her that her dying son said, "It works." 

"I leaned over him and as he drew his last breath he said, "It works."

Wiping tears out of my eyes and tears out of the wrinkles of my face, I said "The lad was right.  It does work.  Whosoever believeth in Him shall not perish but has now everlasting life. It works.  I know it works!  "

 

   

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