Charms dear

Look at his eyes. Closed. Not because he’s tired, but because he’s focused.
In that moment, the world disappears. Only Jesus remains — in the chalice, on the altar, in his hands.

Blue for Mary. Gold for glory. Lace for purity.
But more than the vestments, it’s the reverence that preaches.

This is why we love our priests: they take ordinary bread and wine, and through obedience and prayer, give us God Himself.
Luke 22:19 “Do this in memory of me.” And he does. Every Mass. Every time.

Lord Jesus, Eternal High Priest,
Thank You for the gift of Fr. Randy.

Thank You for his “yes” to You. For his hands that consecrate, his voice that absolves, his heart that shepherds.
Bless him in the quiet moments like this one — when it’s just him, the chalice, and You. Renew his strength.

Mary, whose color he wears, keep him under your mantle.
St. John Vianney, patron of priests, teach him the joy of hidden service.

May his priesthood be long, holy, and joyful.
And may we, his parish, never take for granted the miracle that happens every time he says “This is My Body… This is My Blood.” Amen