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!

Hello, Stage Three

Time seems to move at a much slower pace on the Camino, probably because I’m moving at a much slower pace too. The main reason I asked my bishop for this sabbatical was that I could see in very concrete ways how my fast paced, approach to life and ministry was killing me and my vocation. I could have gone for further studies or some academic program on this sabbatical but I knew that what I needed was a time to simply stop trying to meet another goal or complete another project. Granted, finishing the Camino is a big goal, but the day to day is rather simple: wake up, get ready to walk, walk, stop, rest, pray, eat & drink, sleep, repeat. Though the days are very demanding, the pace is exactly what my soul needs. A brother priest told me that his sabbatical was ‘healing’. I am starting to understand what he meant. Thanks be to God.

The past few days have been good ones. I have been able to get some good mileage on my feet with minimal problems and have enjoyed a change of scenery from the endless fields of the meseta to the rolling hills and greenery that mark the approach to Santiago. In addition this, one wonderful thing happened rather unexpectedly. A little over a week ago I thought I had lost my rosary that I’ve carried with me nearly everywhere for the last 14 years. I know I need to not be overly attached to earthly things, but this rosary had many prayers and memories wrapped up in it. After a few days of searching and searching again in the places it could be (there are few places when you literally have one bag and two pockets), I resigned myself to this reality and bought a new rosary at the Cathedral in Leon. The Lord gave me peace with it being gone and I continued on the trail with a new set of beads. A couple of days ago I reached opened a pocket on my bag that I rarely use because I only had a backup pen in it and as I reached in to grab the pen I felt that familiar feel of my rosary beads. I didn’t lose it! It brought a great smile to my face and my prayers were full of gratitude that evening.

The next day I walked to Astorga and was looking for a place to offer Holy Mass. the Cathedral only had morning Masses but I was told of a chapel nearby that had an evening Mass. I hobbled over to the chapel, which was merely a block away, and went inside. I turned to the sanctuary to find Eucharistic Adoration taking place! God’s Blessings continue to pour forth! And what’s more, it was a convent of cloistered Poor Clare Sisters and the Sisters were there and soon began praying the rosary with the community. The Mass itself was wonderful. The priest’s reverence was inspiring to behold and you could tell he was truly praying every word. The Sisters lifted up their voices to heaven and I couldn’t help but wonderful if the congregation knew how truly blessed they were. The Mass was offered for a new bishop for their diocese and my prayer was that this man or one who loved Our Lord like him might be named their shepherd. It was truly a night of grace beyond what I had hoped.

Yesterday and today brought us to the highest elevation on the Camino and to the famed Iron Cross. The climb and descent were difficult but made worth it by the views that surrounded us. The Iron Cross is a cross on a large pole surrounded by rocks. The rocks of varying sizes are typically carried by pilgrims representing the sins they want to repent of, the things they need to let go of, and burdens given to Christ to handle. I placed my (far too small) rock on the pile of rocks and offered Lauds (Morning Prayer). Today being an Ember Day, the first Psalm was Psalm 51 - the psalm of David’s repentance for his sins. Standing beside the pile of rocks I noted the breviary reflection that this psalm is recited at the foot of the cross in repentance for our own sins. What an appropriate place to pray it - at the foot of the Iron Cross, surrounded by signs of sin and repentance. Liturgical Providence found in moments like that continue to show me that Our Lord is mindful of us in small ways often beyond what we are mindful of. Today I knew for that moment that I was exactly where I was supposed to be. Taxi rides, long days, short days, rest days. They were all taken into account, a sign of His infinite love for us.

They said that part three of the Camino is the spiritual part and that seems to be happening in rather impressive form. The Lord is not to be outdone! So, I continue to keep my eyes on Santiago. I am in the single digits as far as days before I conclude this pilgrimage. I don’t know how but I am grateful.

One Last Pit Stop (hopefully)

Reaching the geographic halfway point a few days ago was a notable point in the journey and it was neat to get a document marking the occasion. My camera is being weird and not focusing well closeup, so here’s the best photo I can manage to get.

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After reaching Sahagun, the halfway city, I decided to take a taxi up to Leon, the next major city on the Camino and the last one until reaching the final goal of Santiago. I figured a couple of days rest for my feet and a good bit of extra time for prayer for my soul would be a great help as I make the final push to Santiago. My rest has been good and the cathedral here is quite edifying. Sadly, many of the churches and Cathedrals along the Camino have become more like museums - or are actual museums. Over and again I’ve seen ancient side altars have been removed, the altar crosses on the many altars consolidated to a decorative display, chalices put in cases never to be used again for the Holy Sacrifice, and the dwelling place of God turned into a history and architecture lesson. Thankfully the cathedral here in Leon has opened itself to visitors to show the beauty of its art and architecture but without separating them from the faith that is their foundation. Altars still intact, even if not currently in regular use, show the importance of faith at every turn. The hours spent there in Our Lord’s Eucharistic Presence have been a true joy.

Tomorrow I’ll hit the trail once again following the little shells and arrows that show the way. This is one of the more remarkable things about the Camino: that you can literally walk to the other side of the country only by following arrows and shell markers. I’ve reflected often on the way that these arrows are much like the voice of God. The arrows are always there, but the pilgrim must be attentive so as to see them. If I am caught up in myself and not attentive, I can (and have) easily gone astray. And the markers come in a whole variety of forms: metal shells in the ground, sign posts, concrete markers, spray paint on building or streets, and simple posts with a shell on them. Much the same can be said of the Lord who speaks continuously but requires attentiveness to hear and speaks in many and varied ways so that each of us might come to recognize his voice. As I continue on the Camino, recognizing the markers has become much easier. And as I continue to follow the Lord’s voice, I am increasingly able to know more what the Lord desires of me in the moment. Who knew that some yellow paint would cause me to think so frequently about the life of faith and prayer?!

As I hit the road tomorrow, I set my eyes on the goal: Santiago de Compostela. If all goes well, 12-13 days will find me walking into the plaza of the Church of St. James. I am excited at the prospect, but know that I still have some intense roads ahead. Thank you all for your prayers that keep my feet moving along the way. May the Good Lord reward you! My prayers are with you too.

St. James, pray for us!