St. Christopher Young Adults

11/07/2023

We have so much coming up in the next few weeks. We hope you can join us!

11/07/2023

08/07/2023

07/27/2023

CALLING ALL SAINTS! We need you to Mass Mob with us on August 20th at All Saints Church in Buffalo's Riverside neighborhood. We weren't planning on squeezing in a Mass Mob before our next scheduled one, but All Saints Church needs our help. Buffalo Mass Mob is helping the only way we know how. Let's come and show some love to the church. More deets to follow.

06/25/2023

Below is a letter from Fr. Michael LaMarca, who will be the Pastor of our Family, effective July 1st.

Welcome back to St. Christopher Fr. Mike and as Pastor to our Family #18. 💙🤍

04/22/2023

The Catholic Women of Buffalo Conference will be held on Saturday, April 29th at St. Joseph’s Collegiate Institute in Kenmore, NY.

It will be a day of inspirational Catholic speakers, Mass with the Bishop, Confession, praise & worship music, resources for spiritual support, fellowship, and a space to create community within our Diocese.

Tickets are still available! Visit www.catholicwomenofbuffalo.org to learn more.

02/11/2023

💙❤️💙❤️

To Monsignor Francis Weldgen, being Catholic chaplain for the Buffalo Bills involved 32 years of spiritual duties, with one notable exception: Weldgen never prayed for the Bills to win.

12/24/2022

update. Despite not being able to gather in person, . . May the and of be with you always. Wishing you a Merry

12/18/2022

Before the need for perfect, there was simple.
Oh, so completely simple. ✨

A stable.
Wooden manger.
An exhausted new mother.
A terrified first-time father, unsure of his fresh role.

Before the quest for the perfect holiday, there was a journey.

A faithfully fearful passage.
Full of eager anticipation.
Following the guidance of an angel.
By the light of an unmistakable star.
Straight toward prophesied uncertainty.

Before the craziness and chaos of the holidays, there was undeniable peace.
Amidst the quiet darkness of a wooden building meant for animals, not a King.
A baby's bed made of hay.
Respectful visitors, in awe of new life.
Rest, tranquility, and anxious-filled quiet.

Before chasing the mirage of perfection crept into our lives ...
.. a grand tree
.. an expensively prepared holiday meal
.. hundreds-upon-thousands of dollars spent on gifts
.. rushing from event-to-event; from obligation-to-obligation
.. working overtime to ensure a faultless experience
.. there was imperfect.

Gorgeously uncertain and incredibly simple; imperfect.

An imperfectly beautiful night that granted each and every one of us the greatest, most undeserving
Gift of all.

Unconditional.
Ever forgiving.
All-encompassing.
Unlimited.
Life everlasting.
Grace.

A lifetime of the most unmerited gift. Made possible by the sacrifice of a newborn baby. In the quiet stillness of a livestock stable. Under the majestic light of the North Star.

So humble.
So fearful.
So anticipated.
So serene.
So still.
So often forgotten.
So easy to remember.

Such a powerfully tranquil celebration.

Before the need for perfect, there was simple.

Oh, so completely ...
.. beautifully.. magnificently.. sovereignly.. intensely.. redeemingly! ✨

~ Elizabeth Spenner