To the editor:
After waiting 14 years, I had been received into the Church just before coming to Rochester in 1960 to Blessed Sacrament parish. Within two years, I had met and married another parishioner, and the Vatican Council was in full swing. Father (John) Philipps served that parish at least some of that time and was my confessor for over a decade, all told.
While so many lost their bearings during that time, John Philipps was a priestly rock. I want to attest that he never said anything to disturb my faith. Very properly never disclosing himself, he kept me on the united path of self-knowledge and forming a good conscience fully within the Faith. He never confused me with cockamamie penances that one could forget before leaving the box, and importantly, neither in nor out of the confessional did he ever suggest that I was mature enough to pick and choose within a doctrine which bits to obey and which to gloss over as less important — the essence of Protestantism. He remained faithful while remaining friends with everyone!
Briefly, we had a converts’ group that we voted to name "The Philippians." During the years of allowed experiments, we had a release-time related Mass and dinner at our home. Father Philipps celebrated, and that night he brought one of the dads back to the practice of the Sacraments.
About three years ago, I asked and won his permission to include with my Christmas cards a copy of his Litany of the Angels, a splendid effort. May I suggest that you find and print it in the Courier this coming season?
Recently of Chesapeake, Va.
EDITOR’S NOTE: We’ll see what we can do.