The Catholic News & Herald 1
November 23, 2001
November 23, 2001 Volume 11 t Number 11
Inside Students share thanks of the season for Thanksgiving. Our Lady of the Assumption Catholic School students reveal why they give thanks. On a lighter note, students share their thoughts on how to cook a turkey.
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Local News
Charlotte resident recalls conflict in native country
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Deacon’s early faith struggles lead him closer to God
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Advent 2001— Father Matthew Kauth, parochial vicar of St. Matthew parish, provides insight for the first week of Advent.
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Every Week Entertainment ...Pages 10-11
Editorials & Columns ...Pages 12-13 Prayer makes us aware that everything — even evil —finds its principal and definitive reference point in God. — Pope John Paul II Letter to U.S. Bishops, 1993
S e r v i n g C a t h o l i c s in Western North Carolina in the Diocese of Charlotte
Artist draws inspiration and strength from creative endeavors By Joanita M. Nellenbach Correspondent FOREST CITY — Alan Paul Murfitt poured a small amount of reddish-brown paint onto a piece of clear plastic, filled his brush, and began to paint the hair of Pontius Pilate’s servant. It was “Jesus Condemned to Death,” the first of the 14 Stations of the Cross that Murfitt is painting and repairing for his parish church, Immaculate Conception. Father Herbert Burke, the parish’s pastoral administrator, asked him to take on the project after seeing several statues he had painted. Murfitt wanted to paint the stations a few years ago, but the previous pastor never gave him permission. The smooth-as-marble, cream-colored plaques, Murfitt said, look “dead” to him, adding that, “Now, when people look at them they’ll be able to see some of what (Jesus) suffered.” Joann Cilone, wife of Rev. Mr. Andrew J. Cilone has seen the completed station, which Murfitt delivered to the church just before Thanksgiving. “I think he’s doing a very good job,” she said. “He was really nervous about it; he didn’t want to do anything that would upset anybody. He’s just a very special person.” Murfitt works by a window in a room at home or at nearby Isothermal Community College, where he’s taking an art class so he can learn to do details, such as realistic faces. He’s also painted angels and a statue of St. Francis of Assisi, among other pieces, but accepts no payment for his work. “I don’t want any money,” Murfitt said. “I do it for the Lord. This is my way to give thanks to the Lord for bringing me where I am today. I was supposed to be dead. He gave me back my life.” Where Murfitt, 54, is today is a long way from the accident that put him in a wheelchair and on artificial legs and from his tough youth in the Bronx, N.Y. He did drugs, sold drugs, made zip guns, pistols built of pipe. Once he stole a car so he could visit his twin sister who was working upstate. He’d been raised Catholic, but after confirmation he mostly quit going to church. “Sometimes I believed, sometimes I didn’t,” he said. “You could say I hung out with the wrong crowd, but that’s what we did in my neighborhood.” He had a violent temper: “I used to carry a (metal) pipe, about six feet long. Somebody jumped in my face, I knocked ‘em down. I never hurt anybody real bad. I got close to it, but I never hurt any-
Photo by Joanita M. Nellenbach
Alan Paul Murfitt paints the first Station of the Cross. body real bad, never killed anybody.” Then came the accident when he was 29. Murfitt was the porter (janitor) at Public School 145 on New York City’s Upper West Side. His foreman regularly ordered him to burn trash in the school’s incinerator. “I wasn’t supposed to because I didn’t have a license,” Murfitt said, “but when you’ve got kids, sometimes you do things if you want to keep your job.” That first Monday after Christmas day 1976 a new employee turned on the gas in the incinerator, without Murfitt’s knowledge, but the fire didn’t start. Murfitt opened the incinerator door, dropped in a piece of paper, added a flaming piece.” I threw the paper in,” he said,
“and instead of the gas blowing up, it blew out.” Murfitt’s co-workers found him unconscious, right hand over his face. That hand and his face weren’t hurt, but he was burned over 75 percent of his body. His work boots held in the heat that cooked his legs and feet. Doctors amputated his left leg above the knee; two months later they took the fingers of his left hand and his right leg below the knee. He spent a year in the hospital.” I don’t remember the pain,” he said. “The Lord doesn’t let me remember.” A psychiatrist visited to determine Murfitt’s mental state. The window
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