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Led by the Holy Spirit, SCF is committed to being a visible presence of Christian love and unity, growing in faith in our Lord and savior Jesus Christ and witnessing this faith through service to the needs of the community and the world.

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Holy Trinity Catholic Church
18143 Cottonwood Road
Sunriver, OR 97707
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Pastor's Letter

March -- 2018



Dear Family,

Clearly, I am once again fed by the writings of Dr. Fred Craddock. Here we are in the middle of Lent, in the middle of the season that we are called to travel into our interior, recognize fault, repent in our ways, lean into God’s mercy for forgiveness and look to the horizon for Easter light.
The following article by Dr. Craddock may tickle your imagination. Enjoy.


Hardly a day goes by on which I do not recall, and usually with pleasure, some experience from my brief career as a clerk in a small general store. I was 16 years old, working after school during the week and all day on Saturday. "General store" is the operative term here. A general store is stocked to meet the needs of a family and therefore is a grocery store, a clothing store, a drug store, a hardware store, and a school supply store. The customer need go nowhere else; he or she can go home from a general store equipped to feed a family, repair a roof, heal a cough, plant a garden, dress up for Sunday, or do home­work for school. It was imperative that I know the stock and, as far as possible, know the customers. General store cus­tomers are usually repeaters and shop­ping is part of an important relationship. And so it was not long until I was selling, by the pound, by the inch, by the gallon, by the slice, by the yard, by the dozens. I loved selling and in my year there, I sold everything. Well, not quite everything. There was a corner shelf for displaying school supplies and business there was often brisk. Except for pencils. We were well stocked with pencils but I never sold a one; not one 

I was hurt by my failure, and so 1 asked the owner why I was unable to sell pencils. "It's not you, son; it's the pencils. None of our pencils have an eraser. I'm sure if we carried pencils with erasers, they would sell." "Then why don't we get pencils with erasers?" "Because erasers invite care­lessness; they tell you not to be so serious about what you write, after all, you can erase it; they have you thinking about erasing even before you write. Some peo­ple sign church pledge cards with pencils having erasers, or sign papers to get loans, or even sign a marriage license with a pencil having immediately available and offering itself, a nice, big eraser." I could tell by the tone of his voice how seri­ous this matter was for him. The pencil in his pocket had no eraser. This conversa­tion was a bit frightening. I became more deliberate in my writing at home and at school. 1 carried his heavy words for about a week and then I approached him pri­vately. "May I speak to you about the pen­cils?" "Sure, what's on your mind?" "Does God's pencil have an eraser?" He was si­lent, apparently remembering something long ago. Then putting his hand on my shoulder he said, "I sure hope so, son; I sure hope so."

reprinted from No­vember 2013 Milk & Honey