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Page 18 May 9, 1998 BISHOP ANDREW I. McDONALD GOLDEN ANNIVERSARY EDITION ARKANSAS CATHOLIC Msgr. Anthony Sauerwein best teacher, friend and preacher of God's Word May I share with you the joy and sorrow oflosingn best priest-friend and classmate, Msgr. Anthony Leo Sauenvdn. I gave the fillowing horn, uy at of C , tia,, at St; Church in Clarksville, Md, "What I am is God's gift to me. What I become is my gift to God." ---A frequent saying of Msgr. Sauerwein Mary Thdma, Raymond and Mary, nieces and nephews, all family members, Your Eminence, W'dliam Car- dinal Keeler, Archbishop Borders, Bishop Murphy, Bishop Newman, brother priests, deacons, religious, friends all. The archdiocese has lost a dedicated priest. Mary Thelma, Raymond, you have lost a devoted brother. Mary, you have lost a devoted brother-in-law. Nieces and nephews, you have lost a caring unde. Priests, deacons, religious, lay people, you have lost a faithful com- panion on your journey. Ladies and gentlemen, I have lost my best friend. My name is Bishop Andrew J o McDonald. I am the bishop of Little Rock, Ark. Msgr. Sauerwein and I have been friends for more than 60 years. I am grateful to come to this holy ground to offer my thoughts, my reflections to you the people of this archdiocese, to ther Jack reported m me that morning. The time was precisely 12:06 a.m. In all of his life Anthony Leo Sauerwein never once flew in an airplane. He did not even know the difference between first class and second class. Well, after the angel rolled back the stone in 1998, he stopped by Long Crandon, gendy snatched up the soul of Msgr. Sauerwein and took off. The flight was first dass-- no seat belt needed, no soft drink, peanuts, pret- zels -- perhaps just a little piece of angel food cake. The flight was swift. The destination was not a pharmacy for new medicine for diabetes -- not the office of the eye doctor for new glasses -- not the office of a surgeon for knee repair -- not a psychologist to check a mind that was beginning to wander and get confused -- no, all of these places fell by the wayside. The destiny was not Deep Creek Lake, Western Maryland for golf-- annually, we brought those courses to their knees. The destiny was not Turf Valley, an- other course we subdued. This time, Tony didn't tell me he was leaving, even though I talked to him on the feast of the priesthood, Holy Thursday night. If you critique homilies, it will be obvious to you that this homily is dis- connected. I would describe it as a se- ries of vignettes. But, that's how I feel today. Since April 12, I have not had steady thought patterns. I have not put these things together in logical or his- f the people of Holy Trinity in Glen torical order. Here goes: you Burnie and especially to you, the be- "I never regretted being a priest. My t , est ' Msgr. Anthony Sauerwein (seen here in 1996) was Bishop McDonald s b . loved people of St. Louis Parish in only regret is that I haven t been a bet- priest-friend and classmate." When he died on Easter this year, the bishop sai, Clarksville. ter priest." Msgr. Sauerwein made this Twenty centuries ago, on the first remark to me many times over. "I never l've lost by best friend." Over his 50 years of priesthood, Msgr Sauerwein serVe Easter Sunday, Mary Magdalene and the regretted being a priest. My only re- in two parishes in Maryland. other women reported that an angel of gret is that I haven't been a better light as bright as lightning --- was priest." for the Saturday bath and the weekly arship exam for St. Charles. She had all sitting beside the empty tomb. "Why Our friendship has its beginnings 60 confession. When the family discovered of the exams for 20 years. Her stude .ts seek the living amongthe dead? He is years ago in 1937. Tony and I were 13 that I ran away to be a priest, they were always got at least a half scholarshq i not here. He is risen. The Scriptures years old. He was raised in St. Martin totally reconciled. Tony and I arrived at Throughout the eighth grade schOd also reveal that this angel had swooped Parish in Baltimore. His parents were St. Charles in Catonsville in September year, she would say, "How many of)'.. down from heaven and had rolled back Clara and Walter Sauerwein. I grew up 1937. I was all alone and subject to the boys want to be priests?" "Anthony, " " Otl the stone, in Savannah, Ga. I was the 1 lth of 12 customary hazing of those days. Tony, your hand. Later, Anthony, y 'e On this Easter Sunday, April 12,children. I ran away from home on a on the other hand, came with a gang dumb. God is calling you to be a prl 1998, I would like to tell you what Monday. My mother and father did not from St. Martin. Sister Julia prepared and you don't realize it." Father Jack Collopy saw and what Fa- discover my absence until it was time all eighth grade boys to take the schol- Immediately at St. Charles, T0taY God Bless 9ou on 9our oldcn Jubilee of priesthood SacRed HeaRt