Now that the news has been announced, the first step in the planning process is actually to get together with some of the power players and try to plan the steps that must be implemented. As it turns out, my first such meeting took place a few nights ago, but we quickly discoverd that we needed ALL the players at the table, so this afternoon, the three priests who will be involved in this transition sat together to begin the process of discussing the situation.
Ever since this information has been made public, there seem to be a plethora of questions and considerations to be mindful of. The trick to making any plan come to life though is to be purposeful about the steps that need to be taken, and to be sure to follow them one at a time.
As we considered the different angles (at least the first-glance angles) which included which committees would have to be merged, which ones need to remain separate and dedicated to particular sites, how to handle some questions about the parish registers, recording the sacramental life of the Church, and even considerations about the times of Sunday and weekday liturgies, the fog began to lift. I'm not too sure whether we're just entered into the abyss or whether there will in fact be light at the end of the tunnel, but at least the first steps have been made.
Some things need to be attended to immediately, others will require our attention after a certain number of weeks or months.
One of the most interesting observations though is that like it or not, this process is forcing us to work together: something that's not all that bad, but something that is absolutely crucial to success. Above all, we must keep before our eyes the need to be attentive to the people we are serving, and it all starts with being aware of ourselves, paying attention to the task of making the transition as easy as possible for as many as we can, and of course the call to be missionary in our work, toward those in this process we know best, and the ones we are yet to meet.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
More meetings with media
As it would happen, we had a phone call from someone at one of the local radio stations this morning, inquiring about whether or not he could arrange to do an interview. The impetus for this call was indeed the Press Release which was published to media over the weekend, courtesy of headquarters.
At first I wondered whether this was going to be a follow-up to the interview I granted to one of the afternoon radio show hosts just a few weeks ago, but then again, I didn't recognize the name of this newcomer, so who could this be, and what exactly did he want to ask about. Well, the first hint was the fact that we received copies of the Press Release as it was being released to the media.
As it turns out, this newcomer had never heard of this blog (I wonder whether he went back to work and checked it out). Nor had he heard of the work we do with podcasting and website development. Strange; I would have thought that all the media gurus in that office had heard the spot a few weeks ago (or is that too egotistic of me?).
Today's interview, recorded of course, will be re-worked and then appear on the early-morning current affairs show, so those who are in the immediate listening area might want to be on the lookout (or the listen out) for this newest addition. CBC Northern Ontario runs its Morning North show from 5:30 am until 8:35 am Monday to Friday.
At first I wondered whether this was going to be a follow-up to the interview I granted to one of the afternoon radio show hosts just a few weeks ago, but then again, I didn't recognize the name of this newcomer, so who could this be, and what exactly did he want to ask about. Well, the first hint was the fact that we received copies of the Press Release as it was being released to the media.
As it turns out, this newcomer had never heard of this blog (I wonder whether he went back to work and checked it out). Nor had he heard of the work we do with podcasting and website development. Strange; I would have thought that all the media gurus in that office had heard the spot a few weeks ago (or is that too egotistic of me?).
Today's interview, recorded of course, will be re-worked and then appear on the early-morning current affairs show, so those who are in the immediate listening area might want to be on the lookout (or the listen out) for this newest addition. CBC Northern Ontario runs its Morning North show from 5:30 am until 8:35 am Monday to Friday.
Monday, June 28, 2010
Celebrating Blessed Sacrament
Yesterday afternoon saw an almost full church as faithful and clergy from the parish of the most Blessed Sacrament, located in Sault Ste. Marie gathered to give thanks for their rich history of faith.
Stories and memories of the life of faith and community that has been celebrated there until just yesterday were told and retold. Memories were recalled, and amid laughter and tears, the end of a era came to be.
Like many other parishes, Blessed Sacrament has witnessed many other changes which have taken place throughout its history. Parts of the building have been adapted to house an office, an elevator and a place for community activity, in addition to the church space itself, used for prayer and supplication. Father Trevor Scarfone, the last of a number of priests to be ordained from Blessed Sacrament, reminded the gathered faithful that they have already lived through many changes throughout their history, and that this is another change that they must live now.
At the end of the closing liturgy, there was a litany of thanksgiving, and Father Eric Pannike, the current pastor wheeled out a cart piled with the sacramental registers of the parish, which he confided to the pastor of Precious Blood Cathedral. As the registers were wheeled out of the church, they were followed by the blessed sacrament which had been removed from the tabernacle.
The Mass was followed by a banquet where yet more stories were exchanged: a fitting celebration of thanksgiving for all that has been.
Stories and memories of the life of faith and community that has been celebrated there until just yesterday were told and retold. Memories were recalled, and amid laughter and tears, the end of a era came to be.
Like many other parishes, Blessed Sacrament has witnessed many other changes which have taken place throughout its history. Parts of the building have been adapted to house an office, an elevator and a place for community activity, in addition to the church space itself, used for prayer and supplication. Father Trevor Scarfone, the last of a number of priests to be ordained from Blessed Sacrament, reminded the gathered faithful that they have already lived through many changes throughout their history, and that this is another change that they must live now.
At the end of the closing liturgy, there was a litany of thanksgiving, and Father Eric Pannike, the current pastor wheeled out a cart piled with the sacramental registers of the parish, which he confided to the pastor of Precious Blood Cathedral. As the registers were wheeled out of the church, they were followed by the blessed sacrament which had been removed from the tabernacle.
The Mass was followed by a banquet where yet more stories were exchanged: a fitting celebration of thanksgiving for all that has been.
In the news
Yep, we managed to make the front page of the local paper once again, in this morning's edition, but this time, the written words only covered two paragraphs, a miniscule amount of ink compared with the veritable ink wells that have been spilled in the past.
For the first time in a long time, the media had nothing bad to say about us, and that indeed is a good thing. Instead, they portrayed quite acurately the details of the news that the Bishop shared with parishioners in various parishes across the diocese this weekend. In addition to the Press Release which was made public on the Diocesan website just yesterday, individual letters were addresssed to each of the parishes involved in this most volly of announcements about reorganizational realities, including
This leaves a few other parishes with reviews still to be completed. The next set of announcements are scheduled to be made by mid-July.
For the first time in a long time, the media had nothing bad to say about us, and that indeed is a good thing. Instead, they portrayed quite acurately the details of the news that the Bishop shared with parishioners in various parishes across the diocese this weekend. In addition to the Press Release which was made public on the Diocesan website just yesterday, individual letters were addresssed to each of the parishes involved in this most volly of announcements about reorganizational realities, including
This leaves a few other parishes with reviews still to be completed. The next set of announcements are scheduled to be made by mid-July.
Saturday, June 26, 2010
The long awaited
Earlier this year, people in this diocese were informed about a rather extensive review process that was being put in place. The object of the review was to review the feasiblity of up to 30 of the 100+ parishes we have stretching from Temagami to Manitouwadge.
All the results were submitted, and the studying has all but been completed by now. At the end of May, the first phase of announcements about parish closures and reorganizations were made. The list is still on the diocesan website at time of this printing.
This weekend, a number of parishes in various parts of the diocese are informing their parishioners about other parishes which will experience changes of various kinds in the coming months. I'm told that the entire list will be posted (on the above-quoted site) by the end of the weekend.
Stay tuned.
All the results were submitted, and the studying has all but been completed by now. At the end of May, the first phase of announcements about parish closures and reorganizations were made. The list is still on the diocesan website at time of this printing.
This weekend, a number of parishes in various parts of the diocese are informing their parishioners about other parishes which will experience changes of various kinds in the coming months. I'm told that the entire list will be posted (on the above-quoted site) by the end of the weekend.
Stay tuned.
Number 9 and counting
Yep, you guessed it. With the warm weather of summer comes the annual wedding season, and since this venerable building has managed to preserve at least some of it's original beauty, it's among the most sought-after places for celebrating nuptials.
Today, the ninth of these celebrations of love took place, and that's nowhere near the end because before the calendar year is out we will celebrate eleven more of these wonderful occasions. In the past four years, we have witnessed a rise in the number of couples asking to celebrate their special day here. This is somewhat in contrast to what I've heard is happening in many other places sacred. Whatever the motivating factor(s), we are happy to play even a very small part in witnessing this special day in the lives of so many.
Oh, and there are already at least seven bookings for 2011 nuptials, and it's only the end of June!
Today, the ninth of these celebrations of love took place, and that's nowhere near the end because before the calendar year is out we will celebrate eleven more of these wonderful occasions. In the past four years, we have witnessed a rise in the number of couples asking to celebrate their special day here. This is somewhat in contrast to what I've heard is happening in many other places sacred. Whatever the motivating factor(s), we are happy to play even a very small part in witnessing this special day in the lives of so many.
Oh, and there are already at least seven bookings for 2011 nuptials, and it's only the end of June!
Friday, June 25, 2010
Faith in photos
I'm still catching up ... a bit.
While I was away and writing from places in Europe a few weeks ago, there were other things going on here at home. Notable among them was a Faith Day Mass which was organized for all students of the Sudbury District Catholic School Board.
All reports of that day's celebration which I have heard are glowing, and there are pictures to prove it. Have a look.
While I was away and writing from places in Europe a few weeks ago, there were other things going on here at home. Notable among them was a Faith Day Mass which was organized for all students of the Sudbury District Catholic School Board.
All reports of that day's celebration which I have heard are glowing, and there are pictures to prove it. Have a look.
Thursday, June 24, 2010
A party for someone special
Ok, so this is turning out to be the week of parties. In keeping with the theme spoken of in earlier posts, but with a very different focus, this afternoon's surprise went off without a hitch (almost).
Today, as it turns out, is the last scheduled gathering for our friends at SACY to participate in the Community Kitchen, at least until next Fall. With a bit of communication between us and them, the guest of honor was brought in to help with the preparation for tonight's supper. She's been here many times before, and has contributed greatly to the preparation of nutritious food for her friends, but rarely is she able to stay with them to enjoy the fruits of their labor, since she often has to run off to other places to provide for still others.
Her giving nature was rewarded today as some unsung heroes banded together to arrange a baby shower for this very special participant. Gifts of all sorts, all things she will soon need to be able to welcome her new child in a fitting manner, along with a cake to celebrate the occasion with her friends, were provided today. What a fitting way to end the first year of this new adventure between SACY and the Beech Street Community Kitchen.
These are the unexpected moments that allow us to recognize the hard work that our new friends expend each day just to make a go of it. These are the simple things that we can do to make such a big difference in their (and our) lives.
Once our guest of honor understood that all this fuss was not about preparing for a celebration that was to take place later tonight, but rather a gift for her, there were tears (of gratitude and disbelief I think). Once again, this moment will be unpacked for days, weeks, months and perhaps even years to come: a simple opportunity to do a little bit for someone else, and to make such a big difference in her life.
Today, as it turns out, is the last scheduled gathering for our friends at SACY to participate in the Community Kitchen, at least until next Fall. With a bit of communication between us and them, the guest of honor was brought in to help with the preparation for tonight's supper. She's been here many times before, and has contributed greatly to the preparation of nutritious food for her friends, but rarely is she able to stay with them to enjoy the fruits of their labor, since she often has to run off to other places to provide for still others.
Her giving nature was rewarded today as some unsung heroes banded together to arrange a baby shower for this very special participant. Gifts of all sorts, all things she will soon need to be able to welcome her new child in a fitting manner, along with a cake to celebrate the occasion with her friends, were provided today. What a fitting way to end the first year of this new adventure between SACY and the Beech Street Community Kitchen.
These are the unexpected moments that allow us to recognize the hard work that our new friends expend each day just to make a go of it. These are the simple things that we can do to make such a big difference in their (and our) lives.
Once our guest of honor understood that all this fuss was not about preparing for a celebration that was to take place later tonight, but rather a gift for her, there were tears (of gratitude and disbelief I think). Once again, this moment will be unpacked for days, weeks, months and perhaps even years to come: a simple opportunity to do a little bit for someone else, and to make such a big difference in her life.
And then there is silence
Today is very different from yesterday, at least for the moment. As it turns out, as though out of sympathy for our now departed cook, two of the other members of our staff are missing in action today.
There is an almost erie silence in these parts this morning as the telephone has hardly rung, and only a few scant visitors have trodden the steps leading to our door. How different this is compared with the frenetic pace which otherwise is customary in these parts.
We'd best enjoy the moment of reprieve, for we know never when it will be interrupted.
There is an almost erie silence in these parts this morning as the telephone has hardly rung, and only a few scant visitors have trodden the steps leading to our door. How different this is compared with the frenetic pace which otherwise is customary in these parts.
We'd best enjoy the moment of reprieve, for we know never when it will be interrupted.
Saying goodbye
In today's work-a-day world, some places of employ must face the prospect of high turnovers of employees, for various reasons, but every now and then, employers find a true treasure when those who work with them are truly committed to being part of the team. If and when this treasure is found, it's that much more difficult when one or other of the team must leave, but being purposeful about even these transition moments is what makes the experience worthwhile.
After six months of preparation, one of our team finally ended her tenure with us yesterday. We thought long and hard about how to recognize all her accomplishments over the past five years, and finally we decided to do away with the customary pizza party, for which she herself was so well known (this, until now, has been the menu of choice to celebrate birthdays and major anniversaries among the staff), and even to do away with offering her the choice of the menu that would be served. We wanted this to be a day of celebration for her and about her.
Instead, one of our committed parishioners who has had the opportunity to work closely with us and who continues to share her talents volunteered to host the gathering at her house. Keeping the location of this celebration a secret was somewhat of a task, but we succeeded so much so that when the time to head out to the festivities arrived, the guest of honor had no idea where we were going. Aside from a few moments at the very beginning of the afternoon when people were trying to figure out how the flow of events would unfold, this turned out to be a wonderfully relaxed afternoon.
Staff who have worked so closely for the past number of years had finally found a moment to relax with each other, to joke together, to tease one another, to enjoy a good meal and most of all to enjoy one another's company. Before we knew it, time was ticking away, and even though some had to leave and return to work obligations, most were able to spend this time together. Goodbyes can sometimes be very difficult, especially as we think back on the relationships that have been forged, and that must now change at least in some respects, but celebrations which mark the milestones while leaving the road ahead open wide are truly moments to be cherished.
And so to our dear friend, this is not goodbye, but until we meet again. Keep watch at the door lest we come a-knocking, and know that if and when you should ever need a place of refuge, it will be waiting.
After six months of preparation, one of our team finally ended her tenure with us yesterday. We thought long and hard about how to recognize all her accomplishments over the past five years, and finally we decided to do away with the customary pizza party, for which she herself was so well known (this, until now, has been the menu of choice to celebrate birthdays and major anniversaries among the staff), and even to do away with offering her the choice of the menu that would be served. We wanted this to be a day of celebration for her and about her.
Instead, one of our committed parishioners who has had the opportunity to work closely with us and who continues to share her talents volunteered to host the gathering at her house. Keeping the location of this celebration a secret was somewhat of a task, but we succeeded so much so that when the time to head out to the festivities arrived, the guest of honor had no idea where we were going. Aside from a few moments at the very beginning of the afternoon when people were trying to figure out how the flow of events would unfold, this turned out to be a wonderfully relaxed afternoon.
Staff who have worked so closely for the past number of years had finally found a moment to relax with each other, to joke together, to tease one another, to enjoy a good meal and most of all to enjoy one another's company. Before we knew it, time was ticking away, and even though some had to leave and return to work obligations, most were able to spend this time together. Goodbyes can sometimes be very difficult, especially as we think back on the relationships that have been forged, and that must now change at least in some respects, but celebrations which mark the milestones while leaving the road ahead open wide are truly moments to be cherished.
And so to our dear friend, this is not goodbye, but until we meet again. Keep watch at the door lest we come a-knocking, and know that if and when you should ever need a place of refuge, it will be waiting.
An unexpected acolade
During Tuesday evening's AGM with our friends from SACY, a number of awards were distributed, to deserving youth who have faced their fears, and overcome all kinds of obstacles. Even for those of us who work with these folk every couple of weeks, this was a wonderful opportunity to learn some more about the special care that is taken to welcome all who knock at their doors and to find a place for all those who need their help.
Most surprising of the evening though was the fact that they had chosen us, the Beech Street Community Kitchen, as the recipients of this year's Alleen and James Grassby Volunteer Appreciation Award for the work we have done, and will continue to do with them.
Over the past year, we ourselves have recognized so many reasons to give thanks for these wonderful people who come to our kitchen. They share their lives with increasing freedom with us as we all learn to trust one another, and to work together to do what we can to take care of one another. One day at a time, we do what we can, and the benefits of this work far outweigh the efforts expended.
We are honored by this gesture of recognition, but it is we ourselves who must thank our friends at SACY for having given us another opportunity to know Christ in the needy of our world, and to recognize yet another example of our own need for dependence on the grace of our God.
Most surprising of the evening though was the fact that they had chosen us, the Beech Street Community Kitchen, as the recipients of this year's Alleen and James Grassby Volunteer Appreciation Award for the work we have done, and will continue to do with them.
Over the past year, we ourselves have recognized so many reasons to give thanks for these wonderful people who come to our kitchen. They share their lives with increasing freedom with us as we all learn to trust one another, and to work together to do what we can to take care of one another. One day at a time, we do what we can, and the benefits of this work far outweigh the efforts expended.
We are honored by this gesture of recognition, but it is we ourselves who must thank our friends at SACY for having given us another opportunity to know Christ in the needy of our world, and to recognize yet another example of our own need for dependence on the grace of our God.
Celebrating our friends
OK, time to get caught up.
Tuesday evening of this week saw a few of us light for a few hours at a local banquet facility. The purpose of our visit was the Annual General Meeting and fundraiser for the Sudbury Action Centre for Youth. This wonderful group of adolescents and young adults have been a part of our parish life for at least the past year or so, and we ourselves are by far the winners in this relationship.
Last year at this time, we asked the leadership of SACY to consider a possibility that our Beech Street Community Kitchen could be of some help to their clients. We invited the then Executive Director to tour our facility and to meet some of the people who are here with us (both in a leadership and a participatory role). The result of this brief meeting, and a few other meetings over the summer, was that in early September we welcomed the first of the young people from SACY to our kitchens.
Over the past year, they have cooked with us two days a month, taking the proceeds of their efforts back to the Action Centre to be shared with others who may 'drop in' for supper that night. It has been an absolute joy for us to see so many of SACYs clients working with us. We know only too well how difficult life has been for them. Most of them are street kids, who for one reason or another have nowhere else to turn, but thanks to the efforts of some unsung heros at SACY these young people are being given another chance.
It was such a joy for us to witness the Peer Mentor program graduation which took place this week. Some of the graduates have entered our kitchen, have stood beside us, have begun to share with us some of their struggles and joys, so we feel like we're part of the family now. Even the staff at SACY are among the learners (as we all are), and perhaps this is the true magic of the BSCK: it's a place where all who enter are students, where all who enter find a safe place to tell their tales, where all who enter are invited to experience the joy of accomplishment, and where all who enter are believed in, perhaps more than they believe in themselves.
The current interim Executive Director at SACY described their raison d'être as people who care. Well if this week's AGM was any indication, we're glad to count such wonderful people among our community partners, among our friends.
Tuesday evening of this week saw a few of us light for a few hours at a local banquet facility. The purpose of our visit was the Annual General Meeting and fundraiser for the Sudbury Action Centre for Youth. This wonderful group of adolescents and young adults have been a part of our parish life for at least the past year or so, and we ourselves are by far the winners in this relationship.
Last year at this time, we asked the leadership of SACY to consider a possibility that our Beech Street Community Kitchen could be of some help to their clients. We invited the then Executive Director to tour our facility and to meet some of the people who are here with us (both in a leadership and a participatory role). The result of this brief meeting, and a few other meetings over the summer, was that in early September we welcomed the first of the young people from SACY to our kitchens.
Over the past year, they have cooked with us two days a month, taking the proceeds of their efforts back to the Action Centre to be shared with others who may 'drop in' for supper that night. It has been an absolute joy for us to see so many of SACYs clients working with us. We know only too well how difficult life has been for them. Most of them are street kids, who for one reason or another have nowhere else to turn, but thanks to the efforts of some unsung heros at SACY these young people are being given another chance.
It was such a joy for us to witness the Peer Mentor program graduation which took place this week. Some of the graduates have entered our kitchen, have stood beside us, have begun to share with us some of their struggles and joys, so we feel like we're part of the family now. Even the staff at SACY are among the learners (as we all are), and perhaps this is the true magic of the BSCK: it's a place where all who enter are students, where all who enter find a safe place to tell their tales, where all who enter are invited to experience the joy of accomplishment, and where all who enter are believed in, perhaps more than they believe in themselves.
The current interim Executive Director at SACY described their raison d'être as people who care. Well if this week's AGM was any indication, we're glad to count such wonderful people among our community partners, among our friends.
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
A beautiful day
Someone was kind enough to share the following with me, and asked me to share it with others:
A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which read, 'I'm blind, please help.' There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'
The man said, 'I only wrote the truth. I said what you said, but in a different way. I wrote, "Today is a beautiful day, but I cannot see it"' Both signs told people that the boy was blind, but the first sign simply said that the boy was blind while the second sign told people that they were so lucky not to be blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the story: be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. When life gives you 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith. The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling, and even more beautiful is to know that you're the reason behind it.
A blind boy sat on the steps of a building with a hat by his feet. He held up a sign which read, 'I'm blind, please help.' There were only a few coins in the hat.
A man was walking by. He took a few coins from his pocket and dropped them into the hat. He then took the sign, turned it around and wrote some words. He put the sign back so that everyone who walked by would see the new words. Soon the hat began to fill up. A lot more people were giving money to the blind boy. That afternoon the man who had changed the sign came to see how things were. The boy recognized his footsteps and asked, 'Were you the one who changed my sign this morning? What did you write?'
The man said, 'I only wrote the truth. I said what you said, but in a different way. I wrote, "Today is a beautiful day, but I cannot see it"' Both signs told people that the boy was blind, but the first sign simply said that the boy was blind while the second sign told people that they were so lucky not to be blind. Should we be surprised that the second sign was more effective?
Moral of the story: be thankful for what you have. Be creative. Be innovative. Think differently and positively. When life gives you 100 reasons to cry, show life that you have 1000 reasons to smile. Face your past without regret. Handle your present with confidence. Prepare for the future without fear. Keep the faith. The most beautiful thing is to see a person smiling, and even more beautiful is to know that you're the reason behind it.
Saturday, June 19, 2010
Speaking of technology
The thing about technology is that it continues to grow by leaps and bounds. It seems that almost every day there is a new application for technology, and keeping up with all of it is well, a bit of a challenge for most.
A few years ago, someone presented the Holy Father with his very own IPod and being a man of intrigue who is always open to new possibilities, he was soon to ask that a special emphasis be placed on using the internet and technology to announce the gospel to the world.
This week, I saw an article about an Italian priest who has developed a new app (that's an application) for the recently released IPad which will allow priests to celebrate Mass without having to lug around the sometimes bulky Roman Missals (the books that we use for the prayers proper to the Mass). Time and experience will show whether this app will also include the readings for Mass which are traditionally contined in the Lectionary. As Father Padrini himself admits, we will never get rid of the paper originals, but there are certain times and situations where technology can truly make a difference.
A few years ago, someone presented the Holy Father with his very own IPod and being a man of intrigue who is always open to new possibilities, he was soon to ask that a special emphasis be placed on using the internet and technology to announce the gospel to the world.
This week, I saw an article about an Italian priest who has developed a new app (that's an application) for the recently released IPad which will allow priests to celebrate Mass without having to lug around the sometimes bulky Roman Missals (the books that we use for the prayers proper to the Mass). Time and experience will show whether this app will also include the readings for Mass which are traditionally contined in the Lectionary. As Father Padrini himself admits, we will never get rid of the paper originals, but there are certain times and situations where technology can truly make a difference.
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Wildlife in the neighbourhood
It's still early in the summer season. In fact the schools are still winding up their academic year, but yesterday there was a great flurry in the neighbourhood as not one, not two, but three moose came a-calling.
Some of our collegues noticed the visitors as they watched from the safety of their offices, and it would appear that these gentle giants chose to hide out in the safety of a clump of trees rather than expose themselves to the constant barrage of traffic and other strangers who normally populate the busy streets of this city.
Nestled in the foliage were two adult moose and a calf ... and it would appear that they did not move until coaxed to do so by wildlife authorities who had been alerted, and who arrived within the evening dusk to escort them to safer terrain.
Had this been another time of year, the creatures would have had to fear for their lives ... as if being surrounded with the sights and sounds of human society wouldn't scare them enough, especially given the fact that they normally enjoy their solitude unless scared or disturbed in some way.
So, who should learn from whom about survival in the wild?
Some of our collegues noticed the visitors as they watched from the safety of their offices, and it would appear that these gentle giants chose to hide out in the safety of a clump of trees rather than expose themselves to the constant barrage of traffic and other strangers who normally populate the busy streets of this city.
Nestled in the foliage were two adult moose and a calf ... and it would appear that they did not move until coaxed to do so by wildlife authorities who had been alerted, and who arrived within the evening dusk to escort them to safer terrain.
Had this been another time of year, the creatures would have had to fear for their lives ... as if being surrounded with the sights and sounds of human society wouldn't scare them enough, especially given the fact that they normally enjoy their solitude unless scared or disturbed in some way.
So, who should learn from whom about survival in the wild?
On the receiving end
Last Friday marked the annual Solemnity of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, and the World Day of Prayer for the Sanctification of Priests. It also denoted the end of the Year for Priests which has been celebrated throughout the Catholic world. While the official end to this Year of prayer and celebration was marked with particularly poignant reflections from the Holy Father himself, more local celebrations are still taking place.
One of the local Councils of the Knights of Columbus organized a special supper last evening and invited the priests of the various parishes with which they are affiliated. This act of generosity on their part allowed us all to share a moment of friendship and to break bread together. It's moments like this that afford us the opportunity to get caught up with each other as well as to be strengthened in our resolve by the magic that seems to happen when humans take the time to spend a moment or two together.
With gratitude to our brothers for taking this initiative and for sharing it with us.
One of the local Councils of the Knights of Columbus organized a special supper last evening and invited the priests of the various parishes with which they are affiliated. This act of generosity on their part allowed us all to share a moment of friendship and to break bread together. It's moments like this that afford us the opportunity to get caught up with each other as well as to be strengthened in our resolve by the magic that seems to happen when humans take the time to spend a moment or two together.
With gratitude to our brothers for taking this initiative and for sharing it with us.
Wednesday, June 16, 2010
Etched in ... metal
OK, all you history buffs. How many people remember the day when the construction of the Church of Saint Joseph was completed? Just in case you think I've gone completely off my rocker, Saint Joseph's was the original name of the present church of Christ the King here in Sudbury.
If you were around on that auspicious day, you may very well have been in some very illustrious company indeed. I'm willing to bet that the Bishop of the Diocese was here to bless the bell that was installed in the tower, and which has been rung (off and on) since that time.
Today, I actually managed to see the bell up close. It takes a bit of effort to get that far up, but it's worth it, especially for the sake of historians and those who like to know little tidbits of useless information. The bell is indeed still hanging there, and can be heard on the odd occasion. If all goes well, we will be able to refurbish it in the not so distant future, so that it can ring clearly with suitable majesty.
While I was up in the echelons of the tower, I thought it fortuitous that I should note the inscription that is emblazoned on the bell itself. Every bell, I'm told, is christened (given a name) at the time of it's casting. There is no evidence of the name for this particular treasure, but what is written there is worth noting. On one side, it says:
On the other side of the bell is written:
If you were around on that auspicious day, you may very well have been in some very illustrious company indeed. I'm willing to bet that the Bishop of the Diocese was here to bless the bell that was installed in the tower, and which has been rung (off and on) since that time.
Today, I actually managed to see the bell up close. It takes a bit of effort to get that far up, but it's worth it, especially for the sake of historians and those who like to know little tidbits of useless information. The bell is indeed still hanging there, and can be heard on the odd occasion. If all goes well, we will be able to refurbish it in the not so distant future, so that it can ring clearly with suitable majesty.
While I was up in the echelons of the tower, I thought it fortuitous that I should note the inscription that is emblazoned on the bell itself. Every bell, I'm told, is christened (given a name) at the time of it's casting. There is no evidence of the name for this particular treasure, but what is written there is worth noting. On one side, it says:
Donated by
David D. Mulligan, Esq.
Montreal, Canada
MC Shane Bell Foundry Co.
Baltimore, MD 1928
On the other side of the bell is written:
Rt. Rev. D.J. Scollard, DDHow's that for nostalgia?
Bishop of Sault Ste. Marie, Canada
Rev. Thomas H. Trainor, PP
St. Joseph's Church, Sudbury
Rev. J.A. Tourangeau, Asst.
Sept. 23, 1928
The power of time
How you look at life all depends on perspective. Many people much wiser than the present scribe have spent hours, days, even lifetimes expounding various philosophies about this very point, and every now and then it helps the rest of us to be prodded into taking a step back to consider where we are and what we're up to.
Enter the thought of one Philip Zimbardo (which someone had the kindness to share with me earlier today). His presentation, accompanied with an animated visual is packed with all kinds of little nuggets which will keep the wondering mind busy for hours, if not days or weeks (ok some for only a few moments or seconds), and perhaps compel some wanderers to also stop for just a moment to consider where they're headed in life.
These are the deep questions that must be considered by all, even just long enough so that we can reset our priorities before setting sail for ports unknown.
Enter the thought of one Philip Zimbardo (which someone had the kindness to share with me earlier today). His presentation, accompanied with an animated visual is packed with all kinds of little nuggets which will keep the wondering mind busy for hours, if not days or weeks (ok some for only a few moments or seconds), and perhaps compel some wanderers to also stop for just a moment to consider where they're headed in life.
These are the deep questions that must be considered by all, even just long enough so that we can reset our priorities before setting sail for ports unknown.
The view from up here
In a moment of clarity, I understood today how life just keeps moving on. Actually I was chatting with someone about the wonderful celebration that took place here just the other night, and telling her how that moment had already passed, glorious as it was, and that other realities have already taken its place.
Even as we chatted, there was a group of the wonderful volunteers here, along with a structural engineer and a materials consultant who were climbing in the towers of the church. Purpose: to ascertain the scope of work that will be needed to repair the damage that has been inflicted on the brickwork that constitutes the two towers that literally tower over this building (pardon the repetition, but it does add a bit of scope, doesn't it?).
As it turns out, I joined them for part of their visit, and in the process, climbed all the way to the top of the south-east tower of the church. The view from up there was quite something to see (if you could get over the bits and pieces of various debris that were scattered hither and yon). This site visit will now permit the experts to provide us with a scope of work that will be needed in order to rectify the long-awaited problems that have been besieging this part of the tower for the better part of twenty or thirty years. With a bit of luck, we'll actually be able to start the work sometime next year. Stay tuned.
Even as we chatted, there was a group of the wonderful volunteers here, along with a structural engineer and a materials consultant who were climbing in the towers of the church. Purpose: to ascertain the scope of work that will be needed to repair the damage that has been inflicted on the brickwork that constitutes the two towers that literally tower over this building (pardon the repetition, but it does add a bit of scope, doesn't it?).
As it turns out, I joined them for part of their visit, and in the process, climbed all the way to the top of the south-east tower of the church. The view from up there was quite something to see (if you could get over the bits and pieces of various debris that were scattered hither and yon). This site visit will now permit the experts to provide us with a scope of work that will be needed in order to rectify the long-awaited problems that have been besieging this part of the tower for the better part of twenty or thirty years. With a bit of luck, we'll actually be able to start the work sometime next year. Stay tuned.
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
Catching the wave
This morning, I had a visit from one of the local radio personalities, the current host of a local afternoon progam called Points North. He wanted to chat with me about the various ways that we have been using the web to share the good news of the gospel.
To be sure, I wasn't quite sure how this visit would go, but it turned out to be a very pleasant experience. He asked about how the decision was made to use the web in this way, and so I explained gladly how the website for the parish I am currently assigned to got updated (and keeps getting updated), as well as how we decided to include full texts of homilies as well as podcasts of the reflections we share here every week.
The newest addition to these technological advances was the addition of a blog. My first attempt at this new genre of written communication was Lectio Divina, but about a year or so ago, I decided to continue the reflections with this site.
Perhaps to some, this use of modern technology might seem a bit strange but then again, even the Holy Father has encouraged us to use technology in any way we can to share the good news of Christ's message. Wouldn't Jesus himself do the same if he were walking the earth today?
To be sure, I wasn't quite sure how this visit would go, but it turned out to be a very pleasant experience. He asked about how the decision was made to use the web in this way, and so I explained gladly how the website for the parish I am currently assigned to got updated (and keeps getting updated), as well as how we decided to include full texts of homilies as well as podcasts of the reflections we share here every week.
The newest addition to these technological advances was the addition of a blog. My first attempt at this new genre of written communication was Lectio Divina, but about a year or so ago, I decided to continue the reflections with this site.
Perhaps to some, this use of modern technology might seem a bit strange but then again, even the Holy Father has encouraged us to use technology in any way we can to share the good news of Christ's message. Wouldn't Jesus himself do the same if he were walking the earth today?
At the crossroads
Last night, we celebrated the achievements of one of the long-serving leaders in the education community. Speeches about his achievements and words of praise for his leadership mingled with musical offerings from the current students who he may not have taught directly, but who represent a moment in history which was significant both for him and for those whose lives he influenced.
Moments such as these are ripe for recognizing the achievements and advances which have been afforded and achieved (it's strange that any animosity that might have existed seems to be forgotten at least for the moment), but they also represent a major milestone and a moment of transition.
All of us live moments of transition throughout our lives. To do otherwise would be to deny being human. In order to live these moments well, we need to always be willing to look back at achievements with gratitude to Him who has done the good work in us, even as we look to the present moment of celebration and toward the future which holds its own treasury of surprises and blessings yet undiscovered.
Moments such as these are ripe for recognizing the achievements and advances which have been afforded and achieved (it's strange that any animosity that might have existed seems to be forgotten at least for the moment), but they also represent a major milestone and a moment of transition.
All of us live moments of transition throughout our lives. To do otherwise would be to deny being human. In order to live these moments well, we need to always be willing to look back at achievements with gratitude to Him who has done the good work in us, even as we look to the present moment of celebration and toward the future which holds its own treasury of surprises and blessings yet undiscovered.
Monday, June 14, 2010
Listen to the heart of the mother
OK, it's a bit poetic, but the image of listening to the heart speaks eloquently of our ability to be intimately close to others. To be able to listen to someone else's heart necessitates quiet on ours. It also calls for purposeful effort in order to quiet the rest of the noise in our lives so that we can be attentive to another voice that sometimes provides advise, sometimes provides consolation and always provides a welcome.
Recognizing this kind of relationship between two human beings, we say that they are deeply in love, or that they have a unique relationship and a bond that can probably withstand any storm (ah, so even trying to explain poetry necessitates a certain degree of poetic license).
Last week, while I was traveling in Southern Poland, I had a chance (along with my travel companions) to visit the Shrine of Jasna Gora (pronounce it Yajna Gora). The literal translation is 'bright mountain'. This is monastery where the famed Icon of the Black Madonna is found, and it's a place where words do not do enough to explain what's really going on. That's because the secret to this place of pilgrimage lies in the heart of the pilgrims who arrive, to unite their own hearts with the beating heart of the Mother who has sustained them throughout generations, and who still offers her advise and consolation today to the weary soul. There's a profound peace that pervades even the throngs of crowds who seem to undulate in and out of the doors. This is a place where people find God!
Jasna Gora is only one example of the places where human hearts find peace. There are many such shrines throughout the world, but few which have the continuous history and commitment that can be witnessed there. Catholics who have been fortunate enough to have been entrusted with a deep appreciation of our faith understand this truth. Others who are seeking may very well continue their seeking.
As it turns out, I spoke of this place of pilgrimage in my homily this past weekend, drawing a comparison between the human heart that thirsts to be in communion with the beating heart of the Mother, and the healing presence of Jesus which is able to restore wholeness even to the tortured heart of the one who pleads for mercy. As providence would have it, the scripture readings this weekend presented the story of a sinner who came into the presence of Jesus to ask for forgiveness. Jesus welcomed her, forgave her sins and then sent her on her way.
Can we do the same?
Recognizing this kind of relationship between two human beings, we say that they are deeply in love, or that they have a unique relationship and a bond that can probably withstand any storm (ah, so even trying to explain poetry necessitates a certain degree of poetic license).
Last week, while I was traveling in Southern Poland, I had a chance (along with my travel companions) to visit the Shrine of Jasna Gora (pronounce it Yajna Gora). The literal translation is 'bright mountain'. This is monastery where the famed Icon of the Black Madonna is found, and it's a place where words do not do enough to explain what's really going on. That's because the secret to this place of pilgrimage lies in the heart of the pilgrims who arrive, to unite their own hearts with the beating heart of the Mother who has sustained them throughout generations, and who still offers her advise and consolation today to the weary soul. There's a profound peace that pervades even the throngs of crowds who seem to undulate in and out of the doors. This is a place where people find God!
Jasna Gora is only one example of the places where human hearts find peace. There are many such shrines throughout the world, but few which have the continuous history and commitment that can be witnessed there. Catholics who have been fortunate enough to have been entrusted with a deep appreciation of our faith understand this truth. Others who are seeking may very well continue their seeking.
As it turns out, I spoke of this place of pilgrimage in my homily this past weekend, drawing a comparison between the human heart that thirsts to be in communion with the beating heart of the Mother, and the healing presence of Jesus which is able to restore wholeness even to the tortured heart of the one who pleads for mercy. As providence would have it, the scripture readings this weekend presented the story of a sinner who came into the presence of Jesus to ask for forgiveness. Jesus welcomed her, forgave her sins and then sent her on her way.
Can we do the same?
Saturday, June 12, 2010
Simple and yet profound
The wedding season is in full swing. Couples are approaching the altar to speak their words of commitment and love to one another, and onlookers of various and sundry kinds sit not idly by to witness the momentous occasion.
Words spoken can never be retracted. These words of love resound to join this act of faith with the act of faith which was once made on the part of their parents as they brought their children to the font of salvation. These words also echo forward to welcome a generation yet to be born, and a future which is still in the realm of possibilities.
Would that we could see the world as God does, would that we could love as He does, would that we could learn to forgive as he does, would that we could embrace life with joy and abandon as He does. Human actions seem so simple and inadequate when compared with the profound presence of the Creator, and yet human actions are all we have, all we can offer in return for so much blessing and grace.
And God in his heaven smiles.
Words spoken can never be retracted. These words of love resound to join this act of faith with the act of faith which was once made on the part of their parents as they brought their children to the font of salvation. These words also echo forward to welcome a generation yet to be born, and a future which is still in the realm of possibilities.
Would that we could see the world as God does, would that we could love as He does, would that we could learn to forgive as he does, would that we could embrace life with joy and abandon as He does. Human actions seem so simple and inadequate when compared with the profound presence of the Creator, and yet human actions are all we have, all we can offer in return for so much blessing and grace.
And God in his heaven smiles.
Friday, June 11, 2010
Beautiful hands
A friend of mine once spent a lot of time and effort to learn how to draw hands. When I asked why, she explained that there is much that can be learned from someone's hands, about what they do, about the kind of character they possess, about their sense of what's important.
Since today is the day of Prayer for the Sanctification of Priests, I thought I'd record once again the words of a poem that I came across (oh) many years ago now. I still have a copy of it sitting on my desk today ... just to remind me when I need to be reminded:
The beautiful hands of a priest
We need them in life's early morning,
we need them again at its close;
we feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
we seek them when tasting life's woes.
When we come to this world we are sinful,
the greatest as well as the least,
and the hands that make us as pure as angels
are the beautiful hands of a priest.
At the altar each day we behold them
and the hands of a king on his throne
are not equal to them in their greatness;
their dignity stands all alone.
For there in the stillness of morning,
ere the sun has emerged from the east,
there God rests between the pure fingers
of the beautiful hands of a priest.
And when we are tempted and wander
to pathways of shame and sin,
'tis the hand of a priest will absolve us
not once, but again and again.
And when we are taking life's pardon,
other hands may prepare us a feast;
but the hands that will bless and unite us
are the beautiful hands of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy
for the Host which their fingers caress;
what can a poor sinner do better
than to ask Him, 'Who choose thee to bless?'
When the death-dews on our eyelids are falling,
may our courage and strength be increased,
by seeing raised o'er us in blessing
the beautiful hands of a priest!
Since today is the day of Prayer for the Sanctification of Priests, I thought I'd record once again the words of a poem that I came across (oh) many years ago now. I still have a copy of it sitting on my desk today ... just to remind me when I need to be reminded:
The beautiful hands of a priest
We need them in life's early morning,
we need them again at its close;
we feel their warm clasp of true friendship,
we seek them when tasting life's woes.
When we come to this world we are sinful,
the greatest as well as the least,
and the hands that make us as pure as angels
are the beautiful hands of a priest.
At the altar each day we behold them
and the hands of a king on his throne
are not equal to them in their greatness;
their dignity stands all alone.
For there in the stillness of morning,
ere the sun has emerged from the east,
there God rests between the pure fingers
of the beautiful hands of a priest.
And when we are tempted and wander
to pathways of shame and sin,
'tis the hand of a priest will absolve us
not once, but again and again.
And when we are taking life's pardon,
other hands may prepare us a feast;
but the hands that will bless and unite us
are the beautiful hands of a priest.
God bless them and keep them all holy
for the Host which their fingers caress;
what can a poor sinner do better
than to ask Him, 'Who choose thee to bless?'
When the death-dews on our eyelids are falling,
may our courage and strength be increased,
by seeing raised o'er us in blessing
the beautiful hands of a priest!
At the heart
Even as we salute the beginning of one of the sports world's most celebrated sports, today also marks the end of a year which has been dedicated to priests.
Last year, on the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Church began observing a special year dedicated to priesthood. Today in the Vatican, during the closing celebrations, the Holy Father reflected on some of the blessings which have already been observed over these past months. Unlike the prizes of glory which the world seeks and often finds, these blessings are deep truths which at times are hidden in the shadows of doubt and fear, yet they are very present and for the heart that seeks, and the soul that thirsts, they are refreshing reminders that we are indeed but the instruments of God who is at work in the world.
It is Christ who invites human beings to enter into his heart, to follow him with devotion and inspired by his love for us (for them) to respond in love toward others who also thirst to follow in his footsteps.
Last year, on the Feast of the Sacred Heart of Jesus, the Church began observing a special year dedicated to priesthood. Today in the Vatican, during the closing celebrations, the Holy Father reflected on some of the blessings which have already been observed over these past months. Unlike the prizes of glory which the world seeks and often finds, these blessings are deep truths which at times are hidden in the shadows of doubt and fear, yet they are very present and for the heart that seeks, and the soul that thirsts, they are refreshing reminders that we are indeed but the instruments of God who is at work in the world.
It is Christ who invites human beings to enter into his heart, to follow him with devotion and inspired by his love for us (for them) to respond in love toward others who also thirst to follow in his footsteps.
A new dawn
Every four years, there is a major gathering of soccer fans somewhere in the world. Why? The answer is simple, the FIFA World Cup. This morning, the 2010 edition is set to begin (actually within less than half an hour of this posting).
What makes this year's event most noteworthy is the fact that it's not being held in Brazil, Spain or any of the other countries which are most well-known in the soccer world, but rather in the midst of Soweto, in South Africa. The past decades have witnessed amazing development and advancements for South Africa which in some ways is still budding onto the world stage. The next four weeks will cetainly help the effort, allowing many parts of the world, who have not yet had the chance to appreciate the beauty and complexity of that sub-equatorial country to get better aquainted.
Amid great joy and celebration, there is a note of sadness this morning too with the news of the sudden death of one of Nelson Mandella's granddaughters, who was actually at the opening celebrations last night, but was the victim of an automobile accident as she returned home.
What makes this year's event most noteworthy is the fact that it's not being held in Brazil, Spain or any of the other countries which are most well-known in the soccer world, but rather in the midst of Soweto, in South Africa. The past decades have witnessed amazing development and advancements for South Africa which in some ways is still budding onto the world stage. The next four weeks will cetainly help the effort, allowing many parts of the world, who have not yet had the chance to appreciate the beauty and complexity of that sub-equatorial country to get better aquainted.
Amid great joy and celebration, there is a note of sadness this morning too with the news of the sudden death of one of Nelson Mandella's granddaughters, who was actually at the opening celebrations last night, but was the victim of an automobile accident as she returned home.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Back to the grind
With such amazing adventures already in the past, it behooves me to turn my attention to the necessities of everyday life. I prefer to think of such times not in terms of saying goodbye to an adventure well lived, but rather as an opportunity to deepen the lessons learned, even as preparations are made for the next adventure, wherever it may lead.
Getting back to work is never easy, but it has a way of surrounding one like water in a lake which envelops every new arrival (human or otherwise) and threatens to take away some of the lustre of leisure. The trick is to find a way to balance commitments with just a bit of time for recall and relish of the experiences lived.
Wish me luck.
Getting back to work is never easy, but it has a way of surrounding one like water in a lake which envelops every new arrival (human or otherwise) and threatens to take away some of the lustre of leisure. The trick is to find a way to balance commitments with just a bit of time for recall and relish of the experiences lived.
Wish me luck.
Hospitality perfected
The object of our search was indeed the famous Play, but to set out on such an endeavor is itself an adventure. It begins when the tickets are purchased (which in this case was a year in advance). It's not impossible to purchase just tickets to the play, but its far more practical and economical to purchase the package deal, which includes accommodations in one of the multitude of B&Bs in Oberammergau or its environs. Each of these has its own charm, and affords the locals a chance to welcome the travellers as pilgrims have been in these parts for the past (almost) 400 years.
In recent times, the Passion Play is performed every ten years (at the beginning of the decade, five times a week from mid-May through to the beginning of October. The cast and crew include some 2800 humans, and a variety of animals of various stripes (the donkey is real, as are the sheep, the camels and even the doves).
Since the play takes place with such frequency and before such crowds (there are about 4800 spectators at each performance, and they don't stick around for more than about 24 or 36 hours at a time), there are major questions about where to lodge them all (problem solved thanks to the cooperation of the townsfolk and those of neighbouring hamlets), and how to feed them (and this includes the evening meal when they arrive, as well as three meals the next day, and perhaps breakfast before they leave). Well, when you've done this stuff for so long, you learn how to do it and do it efficiently. Each guest is treated to hot meals (yes, all three of them per day) and all meals are served within a period of 90 minutes in order to permit guests to return to the theatre for the continuation of the spectacle.
In the off years, the villagers are also famous for wood carving, so these are other delicacies which must be viewed if not purchased while the pilgrim is within reach of such opportunities. The theatrical production is absolutely top notch, but it is evident that the tradtion continues. The aim of this endeavor is not Hollywood stardom, but the perpetuation of a vow which was made by the ancestors of those who call this Bavarian town home, one to be taken with utmost seriousness, to be venerated and to be shared with people from around the world.
What a fitting end to a most revealing pilgrimage!
In recent times, the Passion Play is performed every ten years (at the beginning of the decade, five times a week from mid-May through to the beginning of October. The cast and crew include some 2800 humans, and a variety of animals of various stripes (the donkey is real, as are the sheep, the camels and even the doves).
Since the play takes place with such frequency and before such crowds (there are about 4800 spectators at each performance, and they don't stick around for more than about 24 or 36 hours at a time), there are major questions about where to lodge them all (problem solved thanks to the cooperation of the townsfolk and those of neighbouring hamlets), and how to feed them (and this includes the evening meal when they arrive, as well as three meals the next day, and perhaps breakfast before they leave). Well, when you've done this stuff for so long, you learn how to do it and do it efficiently. Each guest is treated to hot meals (yes, all three of them per day) and all meals are served within a period of 90 minutes in order to permit guests to return to the theatre for the continuation of the spectacle.
In the off years, the villagers are also famous for wood carving, so these are other delicacies which must be viewed if not purchased while the pilgrim is within reach of such opportunities. The theatrical production is absolutely top notch, but it is evident that the tradtion continues. The aim of this endeavor is not Hollywood stardom, but the perpetuation of a vow which was made by the ancestors of those who call this Bavarian town home, one to be taken with utmost seriousness, to be venerated and to be shared with people from around the world.
What a fitting end to a most revealing pilgrimage!
On to Oberammergau
Leaving Austria behind, we then set sail for the tiny township of Oberammergau. Now, for those who know not of the story, a bit of background.
The year is 1633, and the Black Plague is rampant in Europe, bringing death, mystery and suffering to thousands if not more. The little town of Oberammergau is under threat, but the villagers band together to pray for safety. In return for their protection, they promise to perform a Passion Play if they are spared. To make a long story short, only very few of their inhabitants fall victim to the Black Death, and in return, they do indeed perform the Passion Play, something that they do even today, at the beginning of each decade.
Yep, you guessed it. The world famous Passion Play was the object of our search on this particular day, and as it turned out, we were not to be disappointed.
The year is 1633, and the Black Plague is rampant in Europe, bringing death, mystery and suffering to thousands if not more. The little town of Oberammergau is under threat, but the villagers band together to pray for safety. In return for their protection, they promise to perform a Passion Play if they are spared. To make a long story short, only very few of their inhabitants fall victim to the Black Death, and in return, they do indeed perform the Passion Play, something that they do even today, at the beginning of each decade.
Yep, you guessed it. The world famous Passion Play was the object of our search on this particular day, and as it turned out, we were not to be disappointed.
On the Salt River
All good things must come to an end. So it was that with the dawn of the following day (we are now up to Saturday morning, June 5), we bid farewell to Vienna and set our sights toward Salzburg, the birthplace of Her Mozart himself. Once again, this was an opportunity for the locals to show off their own town, and to highlight some of the personalities who have gained world renoun for their talent (people like Herbert von Karajan and Maria von Trapp to mention a few), but perhaps the highlight of the day was the Mass we celebrated within the Cathedral of that famous city (or was it the ice cream break that came after the synaxis was complete?)
Dinner with the folk
For those who only occasionally visit Vienna, it's almost a must that if the occasion should present itself, one must avail the opportunity to see how the Vienese do things, including dinner.
On this particular evening, the meal was a special treat: made up of typical fare, served in a 'typical' locale and of course prepared by those who do these things best. Combine the rustic charm of rooms which bring to mind the simplicity of Austrian pragmatism with the rustic but oh so good food of the alps. Add a violin and a guitar along with the musicians to make them sing, and of course the special magic which brings together a group of stangers and makes of them a few friends, and the result is almost magic.
The stories told around those tables, the music that was appreciated, and even partaken in, and the occasion to sample some of the local delicacies (both of gastronomic and vinted proportions will be the stuff of memories for a long time to come).
Two hours just melted away, and we're not sure whether it was the next group of pilgrims knocking at the door, or the particular flare for fun that had invaded our hearts that prompted our essue from those premises, but the truth is that we all enjoyed a most memorable moment.
On this particular evening, the meal was a special treat: made up of typical fare, served in a 'typical' locale and of course prepared by those who do these things best. Combine the rustic charm of rooms which bring to mind the simplicity of Austrian pragmatism with the rustic but oh so good food of the alps. Add a violin and a guitar along with the musicians to make them sing, and of course the special magic which brings together a group of stangers and makes of them a few friends, and the result is almost magic.
The stories told around those tables, the music that was appreciated, and even partaken in, and the occasion to sample some of the local delicacies (both of gastronomic and vinted proportions will be the stuff of memories for a long time to come).
Two hours just melted away, and we're not sure whether it was the next group of pilgrims knocking at the door, or the particular flare for fun that had invaded our hearts that prompted our essue from those premises, but the truth is that we all enjoyed a most memorable moment.
Tourists in Vienna
Now where exactly did I leave off .... ah yes, the day we spent walking around and touring in the city of music.
From the moment we set foot aboard the coach, this adventure had begun. As it turns out, the Vienese tour guide is actually married to a Canadian from Montreal, so having discovered that we were all from the land of the maple leaf, she was delighted to show us the courtesy of mingling some of the Canadianisms and her knowledge of our culture with the obviously vast store of her knowledge and appreciation for the city of her birth. Result: there was a particular pride in her presentation which was to be praised by all who pondered it.
As I've remarked before there is a special character to the way in which we tend to show off our own cities, treasures and things we love to those who visit or are particularly interested in sharing our interests, and this was truly evident during our stay in the city of music. Aside from its physical attractions such as the famous Saint Stephen's Cathedral, places such as the Opera House and the Schonbrunn Palace (the summer home of the Habsburg dynasty) allowed our guide the occasion to highlight some of the true treasures and heritage of the city: its musical tradtions, its religious heritage, and of course the importance that Vienna played during the reign of the famous Hapsburg family including such influential figures as Maria Theresa and of course her daughter Marie Antoinnette as well as the other fifteen siblings who all played influential roles in the culture and history of various parts of Europe.
Some free time in the early afternoon permitted a chance to sample the Vienese gastronomy, whether that was the typical cuisine or another of our choosing. How is it possible to leave such a place without a forray into the land of pastries and chocolate? I haven't managed to figure out the answer to that mystery.
From the moment we set foot aboard the coach, this adventure had begun. As it turns out, the Vienese tour guide is actually married to a Canadian from Montreal, so having discovered that we were all from the land of the maple leaf, she was delighted to show us the courtesy of mingling some of the Canadianisms and her knowledge of our culture with the obviously vast store of her knowledge and appreciation for the city of her birth. Result: there was a particular pride in her presentation which was to be praised by all who pondered it.
As I've remarked before there is a special character to the way in which we tend to show off our own cities, treasures and things we love to those who visit or are particularly interested in sharing our interests, and this was truly evident during our stay in the city of music. Aside from its physical attractions such as the famous Saint Stephen's Cathedral, places such as the Opera House and the Schonbrunn Palace (the summer home of the Habsburg dynasty) allowed our guide the occasion to highlight some of the true treasures and heritage of the city: its musical tradtions, its religious heritage, and of course the importance that Vienna played during the reign of the famous Hapsburg family including such influential figures as Maria Theresa and of course her daughter Marie Antoinnette as well as the other fifteen siblings who all played influential roles in the culture and history of various parts of Europe.
Some free time in the early afternoon permitted a chance to sample the Vienese gastronomy, whether that was the typical cuisine or another of our choosing. How is it possible to leave such a place without a forray into the land of pastries and chocolate? I haven't managed to figure out the answer to that mystery.
Did I say jet lag?
For those who may be worried that I've gone into silent mode again, let me set the record straight once and for all.
Trying to keep up with the torrid pace of the tour was one thing. Finding time to chronicle it was yet another, particularly within the final days. These were perhaps some of the most memorable ones, but the result is that you've had to wait until now to get a glimpse of what actually happened.
Sorry for the delay ... now on with the show.
Trying to keep up with the torrid pace of the tour was one thing. Finding time to chronicle it was yet another, particularly within the final days. These were perhaps some of the most memorable ones, but the result is that you've had to wait until now to get a glimpse of what actually happened.
Sorry for the delay ... now on with the show.
Friday, June 4, 2010
In the city of music
One cannot come to Vienna without paying homage to the great composers who once lived here. Indeed, Vienna is still a mecca for musicians of our day.
No sooner (it seemed) had we arrived at our hotel, and had a moment to find our rooms, but we found ourselves sitting for the evening meal. The 5:30 pm start time for this event felt a bit strange since we have grown somewhat accustomed to dining around 7:00 pm, but then again there was a very good reason for this diversion from our regular routine.
A good number of our group had agreed to attending a concert of Vienese music, and so we were once again wisked away from our abode to a neighbouring concert hall. Apparently, there are at least six concerts available to the public on any given night here in Vienna. In our case, a relatively small orchestra of about 20, accompanied by a soprano, a bass and two balet dancers entertained with a mixture of music from such masters as Mozart, Shubert and Hyden, all of whom were sons of Vienna in their day.
Set in a ballroom which sat at least six hundred guests, decorated simply with five crystal chandeliers and not much else, this was a wonderful occasion for being transported to the time that Franz Josef himself would have been entertained within the palace of Schonbrun.
Ah, more about Schonbrun later.
No sooner (it seemed) had we arrived at our hotel, and had a moment to find our rooms, but we found ourselves sitting for the evening meal. The 5:30 pm start time for this event felt a bit strange since we have grown somewhat accustomed to dining around 7:00 pm, but then again there was a very good reason for this diversion from our regular routine.
A good number of our group had agreed to attending a concert of Vienese music, and so we were once again wisked away from our abode to a neighbouring concert hall. Apparently, there are at least six concerts available to the public on any given night here in Vienna. In our case, a relatively small orchestra of about 20, accompanied by a soprano, a bass and two balet dancers entertained with a mixture of music from such masters as Mozart, Shubert and Hyden, all of whom were sons of Vienna in their day.
Set in a ballroom which sat at least six hundred guests, decorated simply with five crystal chandeliers and not much else, this was a wonderful occasion for being transported to the time that Franz Josef himself would have been entertained within the palace of Schonbrun.
Ah, more about Schonbrun later.
In the shadows
Sorry folks, but it's taken a day or two for me to get back to the keyboard. First let me begin with yesterday's happenings. Mostly, this consisted of time on the bus as we travelled from Prague to our next destination, the capital city of Vienna (Austria), or Wien (Veen) as the Austrians call it.
En route, we made a stop at the Benedictine Monastery of Melk where we celebrated Mass. I could stop the narrative there, but that would be unfair to the readers of these few feeble words. Even from the outskirts of the village, the monastery was visible, an imposing structure located high atop the central hills. Reminiscent of what I've always pictured places like Montecasino or others of the day, the Monastery of Melk dwarfs the rest of the village. In fact, one of the local Viennese with whom I was chatting today told me that when you visit the village of Melk and stay in any of the surrounding hotels or other houses of hospitality, you feel absolutely small in comparison to the Monastery which towers above you.
Actually, we arrived a bit later than planned (around 2:00 pm) but were soon ushered into a side chapel (which happens to be completely closed off from the rest of the Monastery) where we proceded with the celebration of the Mass. Even as we marvelled at the glorious artwork, I couldn't help thinking that this felt like yet another building where the Master is supposed to be found (it's His place isn't it), but try as we might, we couldn't find him to say hello. Oh, that's not quite true: as we made our way through a narrow corridor toward the chapel where we celebrated the Mass, we came across a veiled ciborium which was encased in clear glass (or perhaps it was plastic). If it weren't for the small candles burning nearby, and the almost invisible sanctuary lamp, I would have missed this tabernacle which was in the middle of the corridor.
After the Mass, as I wondered the halls in search of the access to the chapel, there was a strange sensation that this may well have been a place where more than 500 monks were to be found. According to what I managed to learn, the monastery has been in existence for more than 1000 years, and construction of the Monastery chapel as it stands now was begun in the early 1700s, only to be completed in the 1980s! We don't have anything of this magnitude in North America. The monastery is now home to only 30 monks, some of which are priests, and others who are brothers. There are only three teachers left among these men, where once there would have been many more. The monks do however provide pastoral service to many of the surrounding churches.
Whast was most peculiar was that we never did see one of the Benedictines themselves. It was eriely evident that this place is becoming more and more a tourist attraction and less and less a place of prayer. I suppose that together with the experience of the Czech church which is suffering so, this is yet another example of the glory days gone by, and the halls which speak of a granduer that once was. Meanwhile, the presence of the monks, indeed the presence of the church is only a shadow of what it once was.
En route, we made a stop at the Benedictine Monastery of Melk where we celebrated Mass. I could stop the narrative there, but that would be unfair to the readers of these few feeble words. Even from the outskirts of the village, the monastery was visible, an imposing structure located high atop the central hills. Reminiscent of what I've always pictured places like Montecasino or others of the day, the Monastery of Melk dwarfs the rest of the village. In fact, one of the local Viennese with whom I was chatting today told me that when you visit the village of Melk and stay in any of the surrounding hotels or other houses of hospitality, you feel absolutely small in comparison to the Monastery which towers above you.
Actually, we arrived a bit later than planned (around 2:00 pm) but were soon ushered into a side chapel (which happens to be completely closed off from the rest of the Monastery) where we proceded with the celebration of the Mass. Even as we marvelled at the glorious artwork, I couldn't help thinking that this felt like yet another building where the Master is supposed to be found (it's His place isn't it), but try as we might, we couldn't find him to say hello. Oh, that's not quite true: as we made our way through a narrow corridor toward the chapel where we celebrated the Mass, we came across a veiled ciborium which was encased in clear glass (or perhaps it was plastic). If it weren't for the small candles burning nearby, and the almost invisible sanctuary lamp, I would have missed this tabernacle which was in the middle of the corridor.
After the Mass, as I wondered the halls in search of the access to the chapel, there was a strange sensation that this may well have been a place where more than 500 monks were to be found. According to what I managed to learn, the monastery has been in existence for more than 1000 years, and construction of the Monastery chapel as it stands now was begun in the early 1700s, only to be completed in the 1980s! We don't have anything of this magnitude in North America. The monastery is now home to only 30 monks, some of which are priests, and others who are brothers. There are only three teachers left among these men, where once there would have been many more. The monks do however provide pastoral service to many of the surrounding churches.
Whast was most peculiar was that we never did see one of the Benedictines themselves. It was eriely evident that this place is becoming more and more a tourist attraction and less and less a place of prayer. I suppose that together with the experience of the Czech church which is suffering so, this is yet another example of the glory days gone by, and the halls which speak of a granduer that once was. Meanwhile, the presence of the monks, indeed the presence of the church is only a shadow of what it once was.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
After comunism
Comunism is over ... or so they say. The evidence is all around us here, if we have the eyes to see it. In Poland, the elderly still cling to the security that they have always known, even as the young yearn for the day when they will be able to benefit from the captialism they have only heard about ... or perhaps had the extreme fortune to experience, even for just a very short while.
On the other hand, it would appear that here in the Czech Republic, despite the flegling signs that opportunity is knocking for so many, there are those who still have their fears, and these are in position to guarantee that the status quo is observed, at least for the immediate future.
Today's part of the pilgrimage has brought us to the city of Prague, the capital city of the Czech Repubic. Outsiders are not privileged to know the inner workings of the politics of such places, but at least from the safety of a visitor's perspective, this city is physically beautiful. Dig a bit deeper though ... just a bit to be sure ... and we discover some things that make the western mind wonder.
Tourists in this city must visit the famous Prague Castle, and to do so means that it would be impossible to ignore the imposing structure of the Cathedral of Saint vitas. For people of faith though, this is a sad reality since the Cathedral itself is still not consigned to the care of the Catholic Church (following the times when Comunism reigned in these parts). It would appear that the powers that be are at war with one another over this point, and the effect is that although there are venerable relics still to be found within its walls, 'the Master of the house is not at home'. This makes a walk through this building somewhat empty for the visitor who may be looking for a place of faith and reflection as it once was.
We did however find the Master at home within the church of Our Lady of victory where we celebrated Mass this morning. This Church, confided to the care of the Discalsed Carmelites, is the home to the statue of the Holy Infant of Prague, which we had the opportunity to venerate today as well. This provided an opportunity for a brief meditation upon the children who are part of our lives, those who teach us, sometimes by their mere presence, the gentle tenderness of our God.
Putting our tourist shoes on once again (and not forgetting to pick up our umbrellas and other rain gear, since it was pouring rain by this point), we then had time to visit Wenceslas Square, Saint George's Basilica and to discover the many treasures which are here to be found, including of course the multitude of shops offering everything from precious jewels to eggs, to crystal to ... for sale.
Having not been transformed into ducks ourselves (although we did find some swimming in the vitava river), we returned to our hotel after a full day of touring. A day well spent.
On the other hand, it would appear that here in the Czech Republic, despite the flegling signs that opportunity is knocking for so many, there are those who still have their fears, and these are in position to guarantee that the status quo is observed, at least for the immediate future.
Today's part of the pilgrimage has brought us to the city of Prague, the capital city of the Czech Repubic. Outsiders are not privileged to know the inner workings of the politics of such places, but at least from the safety of a visitor's perspective, this city is physically beautiful. Dig a bit deeper though ... just a bit to be sure ... and we discover some things that make the western mind wonder.
Tourists in this city must visit the famous Prague Castle, and to do so means that it would be impossible to ignore the imposing structure of the Cathedral of Saint vitas. For people of faith though, this is a sad reality since the Cathedral itself is still not consigned to the care of the Catholic Church (following the times when Comunism reigned in these parts). It would appear that the powers that be are at war with one another over this point, and the effect is that although there are venerable relics still to be found within its walls, 'the Master of the house is not at home'. This makes a walk through this building somewhat empty for the visitor who may be looking for a place of faith and reflection as it once was.
We did however find the Master at home within the church of Our Lady of victory where we celebrated Mass this morning. This Church, confided to the care of the Discalsed Carmelites, is the home to the statue of the Holy Infant of Prague, which we had the opportunity to venerate today as well. This provided an opportunity for a brief meditation upon the children who are part of our lives, those who teach us, sometimes by their mere presence, the gentle tenderness of our God.
Putting our tourist shoes on once again (and not forgetting to pick up our umbrellas and other rain gear, since it was pouring rain by this point), we then had time to visit Wenceslas Square, Saint George's Basilica and to discover the many treasures which are here to be found, including of course the multitude of shops offering everything from precious jewels to eggs, to crystal to ... for sale.
Having not been transformed into ducks ourselves (although we did find some swimming in the vitava river), we returned to our hotel after a full day of touring. A day well spent.
Tuesday, June 1, 2010
Childhood days
Today was a day for travelling: from Krakow to Prague in the Czech Republic, but not without a brief stop in the city of Wadowice, the birthplace of the Servant of God, John Paul II.
This was my second visit to Wadowice and the memory of praying in the church of this village, visiting the home where Karol Wojtyla spent his childhood and his youth, and even feasting on the kremowki which he so enjoyed all came back as these very steps were traced with this new group of friends and companions.
On this day I presided at the Mass as we prayed in the church and asked for mercy for the soul of the departed Servant of God. As it turned out, one of our companions had also received news last night that his mother had died and so we offered this Mass also for the repose of her soul. May they rest in peace.
The remainder of the day was spent travelling the highways, and we passed the time playing scrabble, telling stories about ourselves and getting to know one another just a bit better. Tonight we are in Prague, and tomorrow holds the promise of yet another day of descovery.
This was my second visit to Wadowice and the memory of praying in the church of this village, visiting the home where Karol Wojtyla spent his childhood and his youth, and even feasting on the kremowki which he so enjoyed all came back as these very steps were traced with this new group of friends and companions.
On this day I presided at the Mass as we prayed in the church and asked for mercy for the soul of the departed Servant of God. As it turned out, one of our companions had also received news last night that his mother had died and so we offered this Mass also for the repose of her soul. May they rest in peace.
The remainder of the day was spent travelling the highways, and we passed the time playing scrabble, telling stories about ourselves and getting to know one another just a bit better. Tonight we are in Prague, and tomorrow holds the promise of yet another day of descovery.
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