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Holy Trinity is now accepting applications for the position of Director of Music Ministry.

The Director of Music should have excellent competence with piano and voice and some proficiency with pipe organ (further lessons can be provided). The Director of Music regularly offers solos in addition to accompanying cantors and choir. Typically the Director will lead the choir for one Mass each Sunday, and accompany cantors at the other two. The Director will regularly offer both traditional and contemporary vocal solos for meditation and worship.

The Director of Music is responsible for all liturgical music in the parish, including the planning and providing of music for 3 weekend Masses, one weeknight Mass, and additional prayer services and all Holy Day Masses. Rehearsal and conducting of one parish choir and training and accompanying cantors is essential.

The parish staff functions as a very close team, and the Director of Music is often involved in other programs in the parish, especially the Life Teen and Edge programs, prayer services, and evangelization and outreach.

The pastor is highly involved and encouraging of sacred music, with regular consultation and support. The parish staff has a lot of fun together and offer a cohesive program for worship and faith.

Typical worship at Holy Trinity would include 1-2 traditional/ancient hymns, chanted or sung Mass settings, 1 vocal contemporary piece (Maher, Tomlin, Assad), and the Communion procession.  Hymnody is generally traditional and focused on praise and prayer to God.  Hymns centered on the singer or community are not generally used.

The position is open beginning 1 January 2014. Position requires applicant to be a practicing Roman Catholic in full union with the Church.

About the Employer

Holy Trinity is a parish of the Diocese of Richmond. We are a young, active, vibrant community. Our worship is liturgically orthodox with powerful music, including traditional and contemporary pieces. We are the parish for two large naval bases and the majority of our families are from the military or defense community.

Resume and Cover Letter should be sent to Father Dan Beeman, Pastor, by email. Email Father Dan.


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Holy Trinity offers several opportunities to celebrate the birth of Jesus.

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Thanksgiving Proclamation


Issued by President George Washington, at the request of Congress, on October 3, 1789


By the President of the United States of America, a Proclamation:

Whereas it is the duty of all nations to acknowledge the providence of Almighty God, to obey His will, to be grateful for His benefits, and humbly to implore His protection and favor; and—Whereas both Houses of Congress have, by their joint committee, requested me “to recommend to the people of the United States a day of public thanksgiving and prayer, to be observed by acknowledging with grateful hearts the many and signal favors of Almighty God, especially by affording them an opportunity peaceably to establish a form of government for their safety and happiness:”

Now, therefore, I do recommend and assign Thursday, the 26th day of November next, to be devoted by the people of these States to the service of that great and glorious Being who is the beneficent author of all the good that was, that is, or that will be; that we may then all unite in rendering unto Him our sincere and humble thanks for His kind care and protection of the people of this country previous to their becoming a nation; for the signal and manifold mercies and the favor, able interpositions of His providence in the course and conclusion of the late war; for the great degree of tranquillity, union, and plenty which we have since enjoyed; for the peaceable and rational manner in which we have been enabled to establish constitutions of government for our safety and happiness, and particularly the national one now lately instituted; for the civil and religious liberty with which we are blessed, and the means we have of acquiring and diffusing useful knowledge; and, in general, for all the great and various favors which He has been pleased to confer upon us.

And also that we may then unite in most humbly offering our prayers and supplications to the great Lord and Ruler of Nations, and beseech Him to pardon our national and other trangressions; to enable us all, whether in public or private stations, to perform our several and relative duties properly and punctually; to render our National Government a blessing to all the people by constantly being a Government of wise, just, and constitutional laws, discreetly and faithfully executed and obeyed; to protect and guide all sovereigns and nations (especially such as have shown kindness to us), and to bless them with good governments, peace, and concord; to promote the knowledge and practice of true religion and virtue, and the increase of science among them and us; and, generally, to grant unto all mankind such a degree of temporal prosperity as He alone knows to be best.

Given under my hand at the City of New York the third day of October in the year of our Lord 1789.

Go. Washington


Pastor’s Note:  This article was published by a private Catholic author, Matt Walsh, who writes about topics related to the faith, politics, and society.  It is reprinted here unedited.  It can also be read along with his other columns on his website

Married men: your porn habit is an adultery habit

I know a guy who cheats on his wife. He cheats on her every day. He cheats on her multiple times a day. He’s a husband and a father and a serial adulterer.

I shouldn’t know this fact about him, but it came up in conversation a few days ago. We were talking about the divorce rate; both of us gave our theories as to why the statistics are so high. I mentioned in my diagnosis a few studies that show pornography to be a root cause in over 50 percent of divorces annually.

He laughed. “People don’t get divorced over porn.” He went on to explain that porn isn’t a “big deal” to most people. It’s not “like it’s cheating or something.” He told me that he looks at it multiple times daily. His wife, he insisted, might be a little peeved if she knew the extent of it, but only because women overreact about “that kind of thing.”

What kind of thing? Their husbands spending all day obsessively plunging through the darkest regions of the internet for graphic sexual images of rape, abuse, perversion, exploitation and other forms of filthy depravity previously unknown to mankind?

Yeah. That kind of thing. No reason why any wife should be too upset about that, apparently.

Listen guys, I know this is an uncomfortable conversation. But it’s time we man up and get real about pornography. First things first: if you’re married and you look at porn, you are cheating. Period. From a Christian perspective, this can’t be debated. Christ laid it out very clearly: if you lust after another woman, you have committed adultery. When we look at porn we are choosing to succumb to that lust; we are indulging it, fertilizing it, giving it respite in our minds. We are diving into it headfirst and soaking in it like a sponge. We are lessening ourselves, betraying our wives and participating in the violent exploitation of women (and girls). Or minds and our bodies belong to the Lord and to our wives; pornography, therefore, intrudes on their domain. If we look at porn, we are adulterers. We are adulterers in all the worst ways.

We don’t even need to refer to Scripture to figure out the simple equation that porn equals adultery.

Why wouldn’t it?

Because you aren’t physically in contact with another woman?

So what? That’s merely a matter of semantics and circumstance. The absence of physical touch doesn’t automatically free you of the scarlet letter — if it did, ‘sexting’ with other women would be fair game, I suppose. How would you feel if you looked through your wife’s phone and found racy, sexually graphic text messages she’d sent to a man at her office? Would you be alright with it as long as she could prove she never had any physical contact with him? Or is that totally different because she knows the guy, whereas porn is anonymous and impersonal? See, we find ourselves constructing many arbitrary lines of distinction when we are determined to rationalize behavior we instinctively know to be immoral and wrong.

But, OK, what if she didn’t know the guy? What if she was engaging in “fantasies” with men she never met? Imagine that, in your cyber travels, you stumbled upon a porn site featuring pictures and videos of a particularly alluring young female: your wife. How would that sit with you? Your wife selling digital sex all over the internet — how would you like that? It might cause a bit of a marital dispute, wouldn’t you say?

If you wouldn’t want your wife being a porn provider, you ought to understand why she wouldn’t want you to be a porn consumer. If you wouldn’t want her to invite and encourage other men to violate her in their minds, you ought to understand why she wouldn’t want you to accept the invitation to violate other women in your mind.

I don’t mean to concentrate only on married men. Porn is poison for everyone, married or not. And I’m not here to castigate you if you’ve stumbled. We live in a society that preys upon a man’s weaknesses, shoving sex into his face at hyper speed every day, all day, all of the time. This isn’t an excuse; just an attempt to put things into context. I won’t yell at a guy who fights a porn addiction anymore than I’d yell at a guy who fights a crack addiction. But at least the crack addict likely won’t encounter very many people (besides his dealer) who will tell him that it’s actually healthy to smoke crack. If he ventures outside of the abandoned shack where he scores his dope, he probably won’t find any respectable people who will say, “hey, crack isn’t a big deal — it’s totally natural to smoke crack, man!” In that way, the crack smoker has a leg up on the porn addict. The porn addict, by contrast, has to fight both the compulsion itself and the myriad of creeps who will try to convince him that it’s all just a bit of innocent fun.

That’s a lie, of course. It’s not innocent. It’s not fun.

I could cite for you the mounds of psychiatric research proving the detrimental effects of pornography on the brain. But you can do that research yourself.

I could tell you about sex slavery, human trafficking, drug abuse, and child molestation, and I could explain how the porn industry wouldn’t exist without these necessary ingredients. But these are conclusions you can draw on your own, if ever you take even a moment to think about it.

I could remind you that these women you find on your porn sites might not be women at all — they could be children — and there’s no way for you to know for sure. I could then point out that any avid porn customer has most likely at some point been a child porn customer, whether he knew it or not. But this is, indeed, an obvious and inescapable reality.

I could tell you that many children view graphic porn for the first time before the age of 12. I could tell you that we haven’t even begun to reap the atrocious fruits that will come from an entire generation raised on the heinous perversions of internet pornography. But it’s probably too late for these warnings.

So what is left? Perhaps nothing, really. Pornography is evil, empty, deadening, dirty — this is something we all know. That’s why, unless you are either psychotic or utterly despicable, you wouldn’t want your daughter to get into the porn business. That’s why most people hide their porn habits. That’s why it still isn’t considered acceptable to browse “adult” websites at your desk at work or at a table in Starbucks (although people still do, in both scenarios). That’s why you only find porn shops and strip clubs in the slummy, rundown parts of town. No matter how hedonistic and “open minded” we become, we still recognize porn as something that ought to be stowed away in the dank, dark corners of our lives. This is Natural Law, and we can’t escape it. We have an innate understanding of right and wrong, whether we want it or not.

Married men: I think we should be spending our free time with our families, or reading interesting books so that we can sharpen our minds, or building things, or exercising, or doing anything else that will make us better men. Porn will not make you a better man. It will make you smaller. It will make you a liar. It will kill that instinct inside you that calls you to protect and honor women. It will turn you into something you never wanted to be. It will turn you into a sneaky, shameful pervert. It will turn you into an adulterer.

Real men don’t look at pornography.











What is Haiti 365?

Haiti 365 is a partnership between our parish and Life Teen Missions Haiti, to provide financial, spiritual, and physical assistance with their mission to evangelize the people of Haiti.  Life Teen Missionaries live on their mission base in Haiti full time, and throughout the year they host continuous short term mission teams from parishes around the United States.  Those mission teams will do work projects, offer corporal works of mercy, pray with the people there, and most importantly, assist with person-to-person evangelization.  The mission base in Haiti brings the Gospel through Life Nights (just like we have here at Holy Trinity—though for a much wider audience than just teenagers), spreading the Gospel to those who have left the Catholic Church, preparing people for the Sacraments, instructing others, and recruiting Haitians to serve alongside the mission as well.

The basic premise of Haiti 365 is that for every day of the calendar year 2014, we will commit to have someone both pray for the mission of Haiti and provide financial assistance.  This means that parishioners will pledge individual days on the calendar and promise to both pray and contribute on that day.  Each calendar day is numbered, 1 January being 1 and 31 December being 365.  Whatever day a parishioner decides, s/he commits to give the dollar amount of that day (for example, if you choose 1 January, you give $1, if you choose 1 February you give $32, if you choose 31 December, you give $365).  It is a great way to see our pledge move forward and will raise over $67,000 for the mission.  Most people will pay their pledge immediately using the envelope included in their packet.  For larger donations or multi-day pledges, they should be paid by 1 April 2014 at the latest.

In addition to prayer and pledges for every day of next year, Holy Trinity will do at least two short term missions to Haiti.  We’ll invite parishioners to prayerfully consider going on those missions to do direct service and evangelization.  We anticipate one mission in the spring and one next fall.

 How do I help?

First, consider which days you might like to commit and come to the board in the Church to choose your number.  You might consider grabbing your own birthday, your anniversary, or another day that is a challenge to you financially.  Consider taking not just one day but a couple, or even an entire week.  You will take the number for that day and write down your information on it.  You will then be given a packet for that day, including a prayer card and an envelope to return your pledge.  Numbers can be chosen on Sundays and Wednesdays in the Church after Mass.

We have currently distributed one-half of the calendar dates for parishioners, many more are needed.  Please consider taking additional dates to commit to pray and give.  

In addition to that, you might consider purchasing these days as gifts for Christmas or other holidays throughout the year—a gift that you are able to offer in honor of a loved one.  In each packet is a gift card you can give to explain that you have given in their honor for the people of Haiti.

A further challenge would be to help take the Haiti 365 Board to others.  Consider committing to a week, take those numbers in your name, and then invite family, friends, and co-workers to sponsor those numbers.  In this, you truly become an evangelist outside of the parish walls—taking the project beyond Holy Trinity.  This is a great way to be sure we are able to “sell out” the board.

I am not a parishioner at Holy Trinity, how can I be involved?

We would love to share the mission outside of our parish boundary.  If you’re interested in supporting a specific day, feel free to drop us an email and see if those dates are available.  If they are, we’ll commit you to that date and send you an information packet and a return envelope for your gift.  If not, we’ll suggest alternate dates.  You can always just send a blanket contribution and we’ll pick a combination of dates for you based on that dollar amount.  Email Paula Keller and she’ll be glad to help you.

What if I want to go to Haiti?

Great!  In January (after the Board has been “sold out” we’ll plan a meeting to hear more about the mission trips and to begin determining and interest in the trips.  We will do all we can to accommodate those parishioners who want to go.


The schedule of ministers of the liturgy for November 2013 can be found in .pdf form here.


grandparents day 2013

Pastor’s Note:  The following obituary was published after the death of Mary A. (“Pink”) Mullaney.  It is reprinted below unedited.

If you’re about to throw away an old pair of pantyhose, stop. Consider: Mary Agnes Mullaney (you probably knew her as “Pink”) who entered eternal life on Sunday, September 1, 2013. Her spirit is carried on by her six children, 17 grandchildren, three surviving siblings in New “Joisey”, and an extended family of relations and friends from every walk of life. We were blessed to learn many valuable lessons from Pink during her 85 years, among them: Never throw away old pantyhose. Use the old ones to tie gutters, child-proof cabinets, tie toilet flappers, or hang Christmas ornaments.

Also: If a possum takes up residence in your shed, grab a barbecue brush to coax him out. If he doesn’t leave, brush him for twenty minutes and let him stay.

Let a dog (or two or three) share your bed. Say the rosary while you walk them.

Go to church with a chicken sandwich in your purse. Cry at the consecration, every time. Give the chicken sandwich to your homeless friend after mass.

Go to a nursing home and kiss everyone. When you learn someone’s name, share their patron saint’s story, and their feast day, so they can celebrate. Invite new friends to Thanksgiving dinner. If they are from another country and you have trouble understanding them, learn to “listen with an accent.”

Never say mean things about anybody; they are “poor souls to pray for.”

Put picky-eating children in the box at the bottom of the laundry chute, tell them they are hungry lions in a cage, and feed them veggies through the slats.

Correspond with the imprisoned and have lunch with the cognitively challenged.

Do the Jumble every morning.

Keep the car keys under the front seat so they don’t get lost.

Make the car dance by lightly tapping the brakes to the beat of songs on the radio.

Offer rides to people carrying a big load or caught in the rain or summer heat. Believe the hitchhiker you pick up who says he is a landscaper and his name is “Peat Moss.”

Help anyone struggling to get their kids into a car or shopping cart or across a parking lot.

Give to every charity that asks. Choose to believe the best about what they do with your money, no matter what your children say they discovered online.

Allow the homeless to keep warm in your car while you are at Mass.

Take magazines you’ve already read to your doctors’ office for others to enjoy. Do not tear off the mailing label, “Because if someone wants to contact me, that would be nice.”

In her lifetime, Pink made contact time after time. Those who’ve taken her lessons to heart will continue to ensure that a cold drink will be left for the overheated garbage collector and mail carrier, every baby will be kissed, every nursing home resident will be visited, the hungry will have a sandwich, the guest will have a warm bed and soft nightlight, and the encroaching possum will know the soothing sensation of a barbecue brush upon its back.

Above all, Pink wrote — to everyone, about everything. You may read this and recall a letter from her that touched your heart, tickled your funny bone, or maybe made you say “huh?”

She is survived by her children and grandchildren whose photos she would share with prospective friends in the checkout line: Tim (wife Janice, children Timmy, Joey, T.J., Miki and Danny); Kevin (wife Kathy, children Kacey, Ryan, Jordan and Kevin); Jerry (wife Gita, children Nisha and Cathan); MaryAnne; Peter (wife Maria Jose, children Rodrigo and Paulo); and Meg (husband David Vartanian, children Peter, Lily, Jerry and Blase); siblings Anne, Helen, and Robert; and many in-laws, nieces, nephews, friends and family too numerous to list but not forgotten.

Pink is reunited with her husband and favorite dance and political debate partner, Dr. Gerald L. Mullaney, and is predeceased by six siblings.



Pastor’s Note:  Brad Snyder is a Swimmer on the US Paralympic Team.  He lost his eyesight from an IED explosion while deployed in service as an EOD officer in September 2011.  Brad’s service to the men with whom he served is unparalleled.  Since returning, he has continued to aggressively train as a swimmer, bringing great honor and several medals to the United States.  His reflection below, while not overtly religious, can be greatly applied to the Catholic life.  His thoughts can be found on his own blog, and they appear here unedited, with the permission of the author.  For more about Brad, see his website.

My dad gave me a small white Timex alarm clock for Christmas when I was around 12 years old.  He gave it to me so that I could start getting myself up early in the morning for swim practice.  For six years, I got up before 5 AM most mornings, prepared my swim bag, brewed a pot of coffee, and when it was ready I would prepare a cup to offer my dad when I woke him.  Neither of us ever said much in the early morning hours.  We would silently climb into our mini-van, at first just me, and then as my siblings grew, so did our morning crew.  Dad would always tune to “Smooth Jazz” while we drove to the pool.  He would patiently wait in the stands adjacent to the pool while we knocked out a few miles, then we’d all drive home to go about the rest of our day. For eleven more years I woke up every morning to the same alarm clock.  That alarm clock woke me up for swim practice at the Naval Academy, for morning “PT” during Navy Dive School, for early morning study sessions during EOD School, for my flight to Iraq, and on the afternoon of September 6th before a combat mission in a small valley in the Khandahar province of Afghanistan.

On the morning of September 7th, I didn’t need my alarm clock because I was already awake.  As I watched the sun rise in the east that morning, I was crouched atop the roof of a small mud walled building.  Other members of my commando unit were in a small courtyard below me, obscured by the darkness of dawn and a four foot wall, comprised of the same material as the building currently supporting my watch position.  I carefully studied everything between me and the horizon, looking out for anything that might pose a hazard to me or my unit.  As my gaze scanned westward from the sun peering over the horizon in the east sky, I could trace  the outline of a growing mountain range against the still starry sky.  The most prominent peak was directly north of me, and truly looked majestic.  It’s sharp rock outcroppings turned a reddish orange as rays of sunlight penetrated more and more of my field of view.  Shadows began to extend from the base of the rock outcroppings into a barren red sand desert to my west and south.

The picturesque concentric circles of sand dunes etched into the terrain by the wind were a stark contrast to the jagged rocks to my north.  My gaze drifted back to the east, and followed the luscious vineyards in the mountain valley surrounding me.  I tilted my head back and looked at the sky, which now presented a gorgeous array of purple, blue, red and orange.  The brushstrokes of vibrant color were glittered with the fading stars of the night sky.  I smiled as I was struck by the immense beauty of this land that was so marred by violence and evil.  I awoke again that morning a few hours later.  A searing hot pain shot across my face.  My battered left eye looked down at my crumpled body, lying on my side in the fetal position, on a bed of the vegetation I had been admiring earlier.  The rest of my already limited field of view was further shrouded by a thick cloud of grey smoke and dust.  Instead of my alarm clock, all I could hear was a dull and constant ringing, like the solid tone of a heart monitor in an ER that has just gone flat.

For a moment that seemed to stitch forever, I just laid there, with no intention of doing anything else.  My mind was blank, like the surface of a pool with absolutely no disturbance.  The first thought to ripple across the top of the water was the fact that my arms and legs were still intact.  In that moment, this fact alone convinced me that I had not survived the blast.  In all prior experiences with such blasts, I had not known anyone to come away with all four limbs.  I was surely waiting to transition to whatever comes next.  My thoughts drifted to all of those whom I have loved, and lost.  I thought of my Dad, my grandpa, my grandma, and my Uncle John.  I thought of Tyler and Tara, and for a moment  I was thrilled at the thought that I might get to see them again soon.  I thought of my mom, and became saddened at the image of her alone crying as she learned of my death.  She would hug my sister, and my two brothers as they all mourned to the sound and erratic rhythm of their collective sobs.  I knew in time they would reconcile my death, and move on.  They knew I would want that.  I hoped they would take comfort in the fact that I had died doing what I loved, with a brotherhood that few get to experience.  I hoped that they would know that I died happy, fulfilled, and content.  I had loved my family, I had loved a woman, and I had loved my country.  I had worked hard, and had enjoyed life to the fullest.  I had great experiences, and some awful ones, but if you strung them all together, I believed they added up to a full life.

As I laid there waiting for my Dad, or my grandpa to come and show me the way, I became irritated at how long I had been stuck in this strange purgatory.  Neither alive or dead, I just laid there for seconds which seemed to stretch on for eternities.  Before long, I grew tired of waiting.  Again I looked down at my battered body, and began to wonder if I was wrong, and I had in fact actually survived.  I attempted to wiggle my fingers, and groaned as lightning shot up my right arm.  Surely pain of that magnitude wouldn’t exist in purgatory!  I must have survived!  I was still alive!  As I came to this new realization, I became aware of the shouting from my teammates.  They were looking for me, and couldn’t find me amongst the thick cloud of smoke and dust.  I shouted to them, and in a moment I felt strong hands grab the shoulder straps of my gear, and jerk me back to life.

I could have died on September 7th, 2011.  All things considered, I should have died.  I had been standing next to a 40 lb explosion, the blast of which hit me directly in the face ( think about that next time you use the phrase “things really blew up in my face…”)  I had thought about it, and had accepted my death.  My life had “flashed before my eyes” and I was proud and content with what I had seen.  But I didn’t die.  I am still alive.    I can’t speak for all who have had a near-death experience, but for me this experience was incredibly liberating.  People frequently ask what it is that has allowed me to accept my blindness and move on, and every time I smile and think about the first time in a long time that I woke up without my Dad’s alarm clock.  I awoke for the first time where I truly understood what it means to be alive.  Today is my alive day.  Today is the day.  Two years ago, I woke up thinking I was dead.  I was then offered a second chance.  I was offered a second chance to tell my mom I love her, to buy dinner for a friend, or to buy a drink for a stranger.  I was offered a second chance to thank those who have helped me along the way, and to apologize to those I have hurt.  I was offered a second chance to enjoy a fine meal, and to feel the joy of a puppy licking my face.  The world is so beautiful in so many ways, and I now have the second chance to enjoy it as much as possible.  I tell this story in an attempt to offer you the same chance.  You don’t have to get blown up to enjoy the world the way I do.  All you have to do is make a choice.  Make the choice to enjoy each moment.  Enjoy each meal, each kiss, each sunset, each drink.  It’s that easy.  I hope when you wake up tomorrow, you will take the time to realize that you are truly lucky to be alive!  Happy Alive Day!


WASHINGTON – U.S. Catholics are being encouraged to join a Day of Fasting and Prayer for Peace in Syria, the Middle East and the World Sept. 7 as the United States government considers its role in the ongoing struggle in Syria. Pope Francis called the world’s Catholics to the day of fasting and prayer for peace during an address Sunday, Sept. 1.

Cardinal Timothy Dolan of New York, president of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops, and Bishop Richard E. Pates of Des Moines, Iowa, chairman of the Committee on International Justice and Peace, said in a statement issued Tuesday, “As our nation’s leaders contemplate military action, it is particularly appropriate and urgent that we in the United States embrace the Holy Father’s call to pray and fast on September 7 for a peaceful end to the conflict in Syria and to violent conflicts everywhere. Pope Francis has exhorted ‘the international community to make every effort to promote clear proposals for peace, … a peace based on dialogue and negotiation, for the good of the entire Syrian people.’”

The pope stated that St. Peter’s Square will host a gathering for prayer on the afternoon of September 7, the vigil of a holy day honoring the birth of Mary, Queen of Peace. The statement from Cardinal Dolan and Bishop Pates said Pope Francis has stressed the importance of promoting peace and that it must be pursued. Dioceses are being encouraged to take local initiatives to do so.

“We are anguished by the terrible suffering of the Syrian people and again affirm the need for dialogue and negotiation to resolve this conflict that has wrought so much devastation,” Cardinal Dolan and Bishop Pates said. “The use of chemical weapons is particularly abhorrent and we urgently pray for the victims of such atrocities and for their loved ones.And we applaud the work done by those bringing humanitarian aid to people affected by this crisis and pray for their efforts to ease the suffering of our brothers and sisters.

The statement in its entirety, along with other resources regarding the church’s efforts in the region, is available at