Fire & Masses & Nuns! Oh my!

It’s been a few weeks since I’ve written an update on here, but I suppose I can post a bit for those inquiring minds out there.

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On October 18 I flew out to what is becoming my home away from home: Santa Rosa, California. I went to assist at the convent of the Marian Sisters of Santa Rosa while their chaplain was on pilgrimage in Rome and the Holy Land. The trip was full of surprises. While there I was able to add and check off an item to my bucket list: go to a rock concert with nuns! Well, I’m kinda fudging a bit on the details. The community was going to Chick-Fil-A to celebrate one of the Sister’s birthday and I invited me to join them. When we arrived there was a little parking lot concert happening next door. I had to laugh as they were playing ‘Living on a Prayer’ as we were walking up and the attention moved from the band to the line of 15 nuns walking by.

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The other unexpected thing was the wildfire that started not far from us. I can handle hurricanes. But a wildfire? Nope. A long sleepless night of sirens, emergency warnings on the phone notifying of ever-growing evacuation areas, hurricane-force winds, and prepping for what seemed an imminent evacuation made for an experience that I’d be happy to never have again. Thankfully the cathedral and the convent didn’t have to evacuate, but many others did. The firefighters must have learned a bit from the fire two years ago or been better prepared because they did a great job of containing the fires and sparing many homes. It got smoky for a few days, but thankfully it was not nearly as bad as it could have been. God is good!

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In addition those surprises, I also had the joy of doing things that were not surprises at all. I was able to offer Mass for the Sisters at the convent, hear LOTS of confessions at the cathedral, offer a couple of Extraordinary Form Sung Masses, spend some time with some old friends & make some new ones, do some manual work projects at the convent, and spend some quality time with the Sisters, especially my spiritual daughter Sister Philomena Marie. As I departed last night before their evening prayers, the Sisters gathered in front of their chapel and sang a beautiful hymn prayer about priests and the Sacred Heart of Jesus. It nearly brought me to tears. This morning I woke up to offer Mass and get to the airport before sunup. As I boarded the plane I was stopped in my tracks by the most beautiful sunrise. One final gift from Our Lord as I prepared for the next stop: Cincinnati.

This week I will finally get to spend some time with my family in Cinci without having to rush off within 24 hours. After this week I’ll hit the road again - Tuscaloosa first to see the Tigers play, then back to Cinci for a few days before heading to Brooklyn to visit another of my spiritual daughters, Sister Trône du Roi, at her monastery. And then I’ll hop in my car once more and head south to the beautiful village of Morganza.

The last couple of weeks have reminded me how much I enjoy parish ministry (not so much the admin, admittedly) and am ready to get back to it. Here’s to hoping the last few weeks of my sabbatical can continue to bear good fruit and that my parishioners will have the ‘Father Brent 2.0’ that I hoped would return with renewed fervor.

St. Philomena, pray for us.

St. Christopher, pray for us.

Our Lady of the Way, pray for us.

Blessed be God

I sat down last night to write a blog post and absolutely nothing would come to mind that didn’t just sound like a vague update. The reason is not because there hasn’t been anything happening. A great deal has been happening. I just haven’t been able to process it enough to put it into words. 

The days I had in Mugnano del Cardinale were absolutely incredible. Spending several hours a day in front of the relics of my patroness was like a dream. That dream led me to my next stop on the pilgrimage portion of my sabbatical: Ireland. 

The Sanctuary at Knock marking the place of the apparitions.

The Sanctuary at Knock marking the place of the apparitions.

Arriving at the airport, I found my way to my rental car and mentally braced for what was to come: driving on the opposite side of the road, driving on the opposite side of the car, and driving a manual transmission for the first time in a few years...left handed. No pressure. I made it safely to my goal: Knock Shrine. I hadn’t heard a great deal about Knock until the last year or so. It’s a rather fascinating apparition. Most places, such as Fatima or Lourdes, have Our Lady appearing alone and giving some sort of message. At Knock, in 1879, there appeared outside the church an altar upon which stood a Cross and a young Lamb. Next to the altar stood the Blessed Mother, St. Joseph, and St. John the Apostle. They appeared there for two hours in silence. Not one word was said. While many focus immediately upon Our Lady, the central focus of the apparition it seems is in fact the Lamb. As one of the witnesses that night noted - the figures looked as if made by light, but the Lamb was the brightest. Many interpretations and reflections have been offered on this silent apparition full of signs and symbols, but the theme that has spoken to me most powerfully is that of a depending of love for the Mass and the Eucharist. Dom Mark Kirby, O.S.B. has written beautifully about this on his blog Vultus Christi. On account of my love for the Mass and a desire to grow in love for the Eucharistic Lord, I went to Knock. There were no spiritual fireworks. There was simply peace. But not a sort of generic peace or a peace only due to a lack of disturbances. It was a peace that was living, active. A peace with a name and a face. Jesus - my Lord, my God, my all. 

The cross constructed at Knock for the Papal Mass celebrated by Pope St. John Paul II.

The cross constructed at Knock for the Papal Mass celebrated by Pope St. John Paul II.

That living peace is where I still find myself, but in a different location. I am currently at Silverstream Priory in Stamullen, Ireland - about half an hour north of Dublin. The day is consumed with liturgical prayer offered in a most beautiful and edifying manner. Mass today was an hour long... and that was just a regular Saturday Mass without a homily. For some people that would be torture. But for this little priest - a slice of heaven! That is why I decided to come here at the very end of this long pilgrimage. Here I knew I would be able to be consumed not with worries about parking or money or accommodations or schedules. Here, there is simply worship of the One True God. 

Long ago Psalm 116 was composed as a prayer of thanksgiving to God. In it the Psalmist cries out, “How can I repay the Lord for His goodness to me? The cup of salvation I will raise. I will call on the Lord’s Name.” I can think of no better way to conclude this pilgrimage than by saying and doing the same.

Blessed be God! 

A bit excessive

Many times over the past two months, as I’ve had time to sit and think about all that the Lord has done in my life, I have thought to myself, “It’s really a bit excessive.” And yet that is His love for me. And for you too. It is excessive.

While I was in Santiago de Compostela, I was able to take the bus trip that I spoke about in my previous post. It brought me to two places that are of particular importance to conclude the Camino. The first was Finisterre (translated means ‘the end of the earth’) on the Atlantic Coast. This is the place where pilgrims traditionally would walk after Santiago to burn their clothes as a sign of a new beginning. The burning of clothes is now greeted by hefty fines from the local police, but the visit alone was a time of mediation on beginning again. From the heights of the cliff, one gazes out over the wide open ocean. In a revelation to St. Faustina, Our Blessed Lord describes his mercy as like an ocean. Immense. Peaceful. Powerful. Beautiful. I was reduced to silence and a quiet gaze in the direction of home. A new beginning.

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From Finisterre we travelled to Muxia. I heard it was beautiful but soon found out that it was much more than that. According to tradition, St. James has walked across Spain and had made only two disciples by the time he reached the coast at Muxia. It was there that the Blessed Virgin Mary appeared to him and told him that his work there was completed and to return to The Holy Land to see her once more before she departed from earthly life. And so he returned. Before the days of planes, trains, and automobiles, when pilgrims reached Santiago de Compostela or Finisterre, they simply had to turn around and walk back home via the same route they took to arrive; the arrival in Santiago was the halfway point of their full pilgrimage. As I think about it, I realize the day I was in Muxia was the halfway point from the time I left home and the time I’ll return. Well played, Lord. Well played.

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From Santiago I took a plane to Naples, Italy. I arrived there on Tuesday and on a Wednesday I got up and hopped on a train that would bring me close to my goal: the Shrine of St. Philomena in Mugnano del Cardinale. The train stops a mile or so away from the town, so I got to feel like a pilgrim for a little bit again as I walked to the Shrine. I’m blessed to stay here in their guesthouse and to spend five days here. I was able to offer Holy Mass on the ‘miracle altar’ on the day I arrived. It is called such because numerous miracles have taken place before that altar, indicated by the many ‘ex voto’ plaques there saying “Thank you Saint Philomena” in a variety of languages. The greater joy came yesterday when I was able to offer Holy Mass on the altar that actually contains her relics. Another bucket list item checked off, but it is much more than that. It is the fulfillment of a desire to visit her shrine that has resided in my heart for 14 years now and is finally fulfilled in dramatic fashion. It is one more sign of God’s providential care for me. His love is excessive, after all.

As I continue to sit before my dear patroness, know that all of you are in my prayers being lifted up through her intercession. May her prayers for us rain down an abundance of graces, she who is a great Wonder-Worker even in our day.

St. Philomena, pray for us!

Fruits of the Labor

Memento Mori. It’s a Latin phrase that means ‘remember death’ and it’s something countless saints of God have practiced and encouraged over the centuries. It is the invitation for each of us to remember that we are ‘strangers and sojourners’ in this world and that our destiny is Eternal Life. But to enter into the glory we must be judged. I often consider what that moment will be like. Like the servants entrusted with talents that are called to show what they’ve made of them, so too will I be summoned to stand before the Just Judge and give a reckoning for my labors. One consolation is the rare of occasion when I see the fruits of my labors in some way. One such fruit is the reason I was in Brooklyn, NY this weekend. One of my spiritual daughters, Sister Marie Trône du Roi Bethea, SSVM, made her perpetual profession of vows in her religious community, The Servants of the Lord and the Virgin of Matara. A consecrated Bride of Christ, she received her ring and has entrusted herself to her beloved spouse, Christ our God. While the vast majority of the work is hers and the spiritual directors during her time in religious life, I am blessed to have been able to walk with her from the start and to accompany her with my prayers. If nothing else, I will be able to stand before the Lord and say that I have helped one of His brides. I know there are many other fruits - at least I hope so - but I rejoice especially in this one today.

Shown below are Sr. Trône & me after the Mass, Sister Receiving Holy Communion, and Fr. Taylor Reynolds (from Alexandria) and myself with some of the SSVM Sisters from LA.