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Fr Michael Murphy

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Homilies. These are my Sunday homilies given in Johannesburg, South Africa

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Fr Michael Murphy | Homilies. These are my Sunday homilies given in Johannesburg, South Africa Fr Michael Murphy Homilies. These are my Sunday homilies given in Johannesburg, South Africa Post navigation ← Older posts Thirtieth Sunday Year – A Posted by frmichaelmurphy 0 When Harry Chapin’s song ‘Cats in the Cradle’ came out it gave many a father a guilt trip.  The song is about a father who was so busy he never had time for his son.  But when he got older and the roles were reversed, he discovered that his son grew up to be like him, for now the son never had time to visit him.  One day a certain man hurriedly headed out of the door for work. In his path was a three-year-old son playing with blocks. The man patted the boy on the head, stepped over him, opened the door, and went outside and halfway down the walk a guilt bomb exploded within him. “What am I doing?” he thought to himself. “I am ignoring my son. I never play with him. He’ll be old before I know i...

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