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Tuesday, July 17, 2018

St Alexius

Today is the feast of St Alexius of Rome, son of a Senator, yet who, moved by a special inspiration of God, forsook his wife on their wedding night and, abandoning all, even his name, travelled as a poor beggar pilgrim to all the most illustrious churches of Christendom for seventeen years, until by a miracle his identity was divulged at Edessa, whereupon to flee fame and regain anonymity, he took ship for Rome where his own parents, family servants and wife did not recognise him after so long and such a penitential life, but granted to him, out of charity to a poor homeless beggar, to live under the stairs of his own house, where he dwelt another seventeen years until he died, whereupon all was revealed and he was acclaimed a saint.

It seems only yesterday I attended solemn Mass in his honour at WYD in Sydney...

Formerly, by grant of Pope Clement XII at the petition of the Roman Senate, there was a proper Mass of his feast used at Rome, as follows; it is an example of eighteenth-century liturgical piety, since the whole Mass tells the tale of his life (in the 1962 Roman Missal, only the Epistle and Gospel are the same):


Proper Mass of St Alexius, for the City and all the District of Rome

Introitus. Gen. 12, 1.
Egredere de terra tua, et de domo patris tui, et veni in terram, quam monstrabo tibi.
Ps. 44, 11-12. Obliviscere populum tuum, et domum patris tui: et concupiscet rex decorem tuum.
V. Gloria Patri.

Oratio.
Deus, qui beatum Alexium Confessorem tuum in mundi contemptu mirabilem effecisti: præsta, quæsumus; ut intercessionis ejus auxilio, fideles tui terrena despiciant, et ad cælestia semper aspirent. Per Dñm.

Lectio Epistolæ beati Pauli Apostoli ad Timotheum. 1 Tim. 6, 6-12.

Carissime: Est quæstus magnus pietas cum sufficentia. Nihil enim intulimus in hunc mundum: haud dubium quod nec auferre quid possumus. Habentes autem alimenta, et quibus tegamur, his contenti simus. Nam qui volunt divites fieri, incidunt in tentationem et in laqueum diaboli, et desideria multa inutilia, et nociva, quæ mergunt homines in interitum et perditionem. Radix enim omnium malorum est cupiditas: quam quidam appetentes, erraverunt a fide, et inseruerunt se doloribus malis. Tu autem, o homo Dei, hæc fuge: sectare vero justitiam, pietatem, fidem, caritatem, patientiam, mansuetudinem. Certa bonum certamen fidei, apprehende vitam æternam.

Graduale. Jer. 12, 7. Reliqui domum meam, dimisi hæreditatem meam.
V. Ps. 72, 28. Quia bonum mihi est adhaerere Deo, ponere in Domino Deo spem meam.

Alleluja, alleluja.
V. Ps. 5, 8 et 131, 14. introibo in domum tuam: hæc requies mea in sæculum sæculi; hic habitabo, quoniam elegi eam.
Alleluja.

Sequentia sancti Evangelii secundum Matthæum. Matt. 19, 27-29.

In illo tempore: Dixit Petrus ad Jesum: Ecce nos reliquimus omnia, et secuti sumus te: quid ergo erit nobis? Jesus autem dixit illis: Amen dico vobis, quod vos, qui secuti estis me, in regeneratione, cum sederit Filius hominis in sede majestatis suæ, sedebitis et vos super sedes duodecim, judicantes duodecim tribus Israël. Et omnis qui reliquerit domum, vel fratres, aut sorores, aut patrem, aut matrem, aut uxorem, aut filios, aut agros, propter nomen meum, centuplum accipiet, et vitam aeternam possidebit.

Offertorium. Gen. 32, 9.
Revertere in terram tuam, et in locum nativitatis tuæ, et benefaciam tibi.

Secreta.
Propitius esto, Domine, supplicationibus nostris, et intercessione beati Alexii Confessoris tui, omnium nostrum ad te corda converte: ut a mundanis cupiditatibus expediti, te solum pura mente sectemur. Per Dñm.

Communio. Job. 19, 15 et Ps. 26, 10.
Inquilini domus meæ, et ancillæ meæ sicut alienum habuerunt me, et quasi peregrinus fui in oculis eorum: Dominus autem assumpsit me.

Postcommunio.
Sumpsimus, Domine, sacri dona mysterii, humiliter deprecantes: ut beatum Alexium Confessorem tuum, quem admirabilem in mundi contemptu prædicamus in terris, intercessorem habere mereamur in cælis. Per Dñm.

TRANSLATION:

Introit. Gen. 12, 1.
Go forth out of thy country, and out of thy father’s house, and come into the land which I shall shew thee.
Ps. 44, 11-12. Forget thy people and thy father’s house: and the king shall greatly desire thy beauty.
V. Glory be.

Collect.
O God, who didst make blessed Alexius thy Confessor wonderful in contempt of the world: grant, we beg, that by the help of his intercession, thy faithful may despise earthly things, and ever aspire to things heavenly. Through our Lord…

A Lesson from an Epistle of blessed Paul the Apostle to Timothy. 1 Tim. 6, 6-12.

Dearly beloved: Godliness with contentment is great gain. For we brought nothing into this world: and certainly we can carry nothing out. But having food, and wherewith to be covered, with these we are content. For they that will become rich, fall into temptation, and into the snare of the devil, and into many unprofitable and hurtful desires, which drown men into destruction and perdition. For the desire of money is the root of all evils; which some coveting have erred from the faith, and have entangled themselves in many sorrows. But thou, O man of God, fly these things: and pursue justice, godliness, faith, charity, patience, mildness. Fight the good fight of faith: lay hold on eternal life.

Graduale. Jer. 12, 7. I have forsaken my house, I have left my inheritance.
V. Ps. 72, 28. For it is good for me to adhere to God, to put my hope in the Lord God.

Alleluia, alleluia.
V. Ps. 5, 8 et 131, 14. I will come into thy house; this is my rest for ever and ever: here will I dwell, for I have chosen it.
Alleluia.

The continuation of the holy Gospel according to Matthew. Matt. 19, 27-29.

At that time: Peter said to Jesus: Behold we have left all things, and have followed thee: what therefore shall we have? And Jesus said to them: Amen, I say to you, that you, who have followed me, in the regeneration, when the Son of man shall sit on the seat of his majesty, you also shall sit on twelve seats judging the twelve tribes of Israel. And every one that hath left house, or brethren, or sisters, or father, or mother, or wife, or children, or lands for my name’s sake, shall receive an hundredfold, and shall possess life everlasting.

Offertory. Gen. 32, 9.
Return to thy land and to the place of thy birth, and I will do well for thee.

Secret.
Be propitious, O Lord, to our supplications, and by the intercession of blessed Alexius thy Confessor, convert all our hearts to thee: that set free from worldly desires, we may seek thee alone with a pure mind. Through our Lord…

Communion. Job. 19, 15 et Ps. 26, 10.
They that dwelt in my house, and my maidservants have counted me a stranger, and I have been like an alien in their eyes: but the Lord hath taken me up.

Postcommunion.
We have received, O Lord, the gifts of [thy] sacred mysteries, humbly praying, that blessed Alexius thy Confessor, whom we proclaim on earth [to be] admirable in contempt of the world, we may deserve to have as an intercessor in heaven. Through our Lord…

Thursday, July 16, 2009

Happy Feast of Our Lady of Mount Carmel

Flos Carmeli,
vitis florigera,
splendor cæli,
Virgo puerpera,
singularis.

Mater mitis,
sed viri nescia,
Carmelitis
da privilegia,
stella maris.

A year ago today I was serving Pontifical Mass for the feast of the Blessed Virgin Mary of Mount Carmel, a feast dear to me because of the wonderful life and witness of her spiritual daughters, the Discalced Carmelite Nuns of her Carmel here in Launceston.

Here is Bishop Jarrett's homily for the occasion.

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

WYD Memoirs a Year On

A year ago I was a pilgrim in Sydney, attending the Juventutem sideshow; here are my blow-by-blow descriptions:
And don't forget my parody song for WYD: "Receive your lunch".

Sunday, August 17, 2008

Saturday, August 9, 2008

Viva il Papa!


His Holiness, Captain of the Barque of Peter.

To paraphrase Blaise Pascal: How great it is to ride out the stormy waves, knowing one is secure on the unsinkable barque of St Peter...

(With thanks to the photographer.)

Monday, August 4, 2008

Bp Jarrett's Homily at Juventutem WYD

Having contacted His Lordship, Geoffrey Jarrett, Bishop of Lismore, N.S.W., I have received his kind permission to post the texts of his catechesis and homily delivered at St Augustine's, Balmain, to the Juventutem and other pilgrims there, on Wednesday the 16th of July 2008, during the week of WYD in Sydney. (These will also be available at the website of his diocese.) I would like to record how great a debt I owe to him for this and also for the great influence for good that he has had, over his priestly and now episcopal life, on myself and so many other former and current parishioners and Catholics around Australia and beyond.

Here is his Homily, given at the Pontifical Mass he celebrated, in honour of Our Blessed Lady of Mount Carmel:

Homily: Mass of BMV de Monte Carmelo
St Augustine’s Balmain, WYD08, 16 July 2008

It is fitting that we should be considering in our World Youth Day catechesis the Person and work of the Holy Spirit on a feast day of Our Lady. In speaking to you this morning I have been aware that Mary would be the most excellent catechist on our subject of the Third Person of the Blessed Trinity. Is there any human being whose life was so intimately surrendered as an instrument of the Spirit, in whose life the power of the Holy Spirit was so uniquely fruitful?

The Catechism (721) speaks of the all-holy ever-virgin Mother of God as the ‘master-work’ of the mission of the Son and the Spirit in the fullness of time. It goes on to say, For the first time in the plan of salvation, and because His Spirit had prepared her, the Father found the dwelling-place where His Son and His Spirit could dwell among men. In this sense the Church’s tradition has often read the most beautiful texts on wisdom in relation to Mary. Mary is acclaimed and represented in the liturgy as the “Seat of Wisdom”.

Yes indeed, dear brothers and sisters, as we heard from the Book of Wisdom in this Mass: the phrases applied to Mary seem to tumble over each other to sing her praises: “Come to me all who desire me and be filled with my fruits. I am the Mother of fair love and of holy hope; my spirit is sweeter than honey, and my heritage than honey from the comb. In me is the grace of the way and of truth; in me is the hope of life and of virtue.”

This woman of a thousand titles has been called indeed the Spouse of the Holy Spirit, who covered her with His shadow at the Annunciation when at Gabriel’s message the eternal word leapt down from heaven as from his royal throne, and made his home in her immaculate womb.

We can go on to follow Mary in the company of Her divine Son, as the Holy Spirit brings people into communion with her Son: the shepherds, the magi, Simeon and Anna, he bride and groom at Cana, and the first disciples.

And she is there at the foot of the Cross with the beloved disciple as the Spirit is delivered to her, the Mother of the Church, as the water and the blood, the fountain of the Church’s sacramental life flows forth. And so to Pentecost, where she witnesses the great outpouring of the Spirit to the ends of the earth until the end of time.

Yes, Mary knows all about the power and work of the Holy Spirit. And how active the Church has found Mary to be across the centuries, in apparition after apparition, acting as the spiritual mother of all mankind and being the channel through which Christ her Son wills to mediate to us the graces of salvation. Accordingly the Church has not failed to act on the promise made to St Simon Stock in the thirteenth century, that those who in devotion to Mary wear the scapular of Carmel will not suffer eternal fire. Mary will intercede to ensure that all who are devoted to her in this way will obtain the grace of final perseverance, that is, will die in a state of grace. And on via Guadalupe in 1531, at the Rue de Bac in 1830, La Salette in 1846, Lourdes in 1858 and Fatima in 1917, to name but a few, Mary appears, speaking most often to the simple and pure of heart, sometimes sweetly, sometimes sternly as a Mother does, bringing about not only the healing of the sick of body and soul but the conversion of nations and cultures.

When Pope John Paul in 2003 added the icon of the Blessed Virgin to the travels of the World Youth Day cross, he was wanting to remind young people of Mary’s love for them and her presence in their lives. The Pope was also challenging young people to imitate her virtues by finding in her the model to follow. A model in saying yes to God, to taking up God’s plan for my life rather than just pottering along with my own, a model of joy in the hope of the fulfilment of God’s promises to me, a model in bearing with life’s trials and setbacks and the sins of others in the knowledge that these shadows will vanish in the light of Christ’s face, when we invite His spirit to be part of our lives, and do everything in our power to please Him.

Like St John going down from Calvary to make a place for Mary in his home, may you also return from this World Youth Day with a determination to provide her with a renewed welcome in your heart. The Apostles did that after Pentecost so that the power they received would indeed make them true witnesses. In the Name . . .

Bp Jarrett's Catechesis at Juventutem WYD

Having contacted His Lordship, Geoffrey Jarrett, Bishop of Lismore, N.S.W., I have received his kind permission to post the texts of his catechesis and homily delivered at St Augustine's, Balmain, to the Juventutem and other pilgrims there, on Wednesday the 16th of July 2008, during the week of WYD in Sydney. (These will also be available at the website of his diocese.) I would like to record how great a debt I owe to him for this and also for the great influence for good that he has had, over his priestly and now episcopal life, on myself and so many other former and current parishioners and Catholics around Australia and beyond.

Here, then, is his Catechesis:

WYD08 — CATECHESIS; Wednesday, 16 July
at St Augustine’s, Balmain.

Come, Holy Spirit, fill the hearts of your faithful, and kindle in them the fire of your love.

Send forth your Spirit and they shall be created,
And you shall renew the face of the earth.

O God, you have taught the hearts of the faithful
by the light of the Holy Spirit,
grant that in the same Spirit
we may always be truly wise
and ever rejoice in his consolation.
Through Christ our Lord. Amen.

May I begin this catechesis by saying how happy I was to be invited, at the nomination of Juventutum, to speak to you this morning and to celebrate the Mass which follows. It is good to be with you, WYD pilgrims whose particular characteristic is that you have discovered and are entering into a more profound experience of the Church’s rich liturgical tradition in the celebration of what we now term the Extraordinary Form of the Roman Rite, according to the Missal of Blessed Pope John XXIII. At many levels in the Church’s life today, forty years after the Second Vatican Council, we see all sorts of reconnections taking place, often made by people like yourselves born long after 1965. In finding yourselves attracted to the great tradition I am sure it is not because you are youthful antiquarians, or because you enjoy a sense of mischief in taking up what many of your elders have discarded and thought consigned to oblivion; I would say it’s because you have that gift of faith which enables you to recognise and to love what is itself good and true and beautiful. With regard to the Mass I recall what the Holy Father wrote to us bishops in his letter accompanying Summorum Pontificum last July: “it has clearly been demonstrated that young persons too have discovered this liturgical form, felt its attraction and found in it a form of encounter with the Mystery of the Most Holy Eucharist, particularly suited to them.” Pope Benedict went on to conclude, “What earlier generations held as sacred, remains sacred and great for us too . . . . It behooves all of us to preserve the riches which have developed in the Church’s faith and prayer, and to give them their proper place.”

As a young man of an earlier generation, I had the good fortune to be formed in these riches, and they have always deeply influenced my life as a Christian and as a priest. I rejoice that the sacred liturgy, having passed through, in not a few places over the past four decades, as the psalmist would describe it, “a barren and dry land,” is entering now into a fresh discovery ahead of those rich pastures which have so nourished the Christian life over the centuries. Again, as Psalm 63 continues: “I have looked upon you in the sanctuary, beholding your power and your glory.” Far from turning the clock back, we might say rather that the Church is looking forward, in a happy and fruitful continuity with all that has gone before on her long journey towards her Lord, in the communion of the saints.

* “Called to live in the Holy Spirit”.
* “If we live by the Spirit, let us also be guided by the Spirit.” (Gal 5:25)

In our first WYD catechesis we are going to explore this beautiful theme: we a Christians called to live in the Holy Spirit, called to live as men and women in the gift of a power which is not our own, a gift which raises us beyond ourselves into our true life: the divine life of the Blessed Trinity which floods into time and space in the Person of the Holy Spirit.

Who is the Holy Spirit? And how do we know the Holy Spirit? To a person who knows little about Christianity the questions would not make much sense. There are of course many spiritualities and ideas of the supernatural arising out of our experience of the natural world. Today these are expressed in all sorts of vague and eclectic ways. Everybody has some sort of spiritual instinct, but we are seeking to know the Holy Spirit. Now one of the first things for us to understand about the Holy Spirit (Jn 16:13) is that the Holy Spirit does not speak of himself, has no independent existence, but transmits what he hears: Christ tells us that the Spirit takes from what is His, from the union of the Father and the Son, and declares it to us.

The Holy Spirit, we might say, is self-effacing, works in a hidden way. So the world cannot know Him or receive Him, St John assures us, (14:17) but a believer can: “you know him, for he dwells with you, and will be in you.”

So our instinct in seeking an answer to questions about the Holy Spirit is to turn to the body of believers, that is, to the Church: here He dwells, here He is with us. Thus we are led to the Creed, our profession of faith, in which every Sunday we make those four central affirmations: I believe in God the Father almighty; and in Jesus Christ His only Son our Lord, and in the Holy Spirit, and in One holy Catholic and Apostolic Church.

So who is the Holy Spirit? The Creed affirms Him as the Lord and Giver of Life, who proceeds from the Father and the Son, with whom He is one in being, beauty and glory, who once spoke through the prophets.

Down twenty centuries that same Spirit of the living God, referred to by Christ our Lord repeatedly as ‘the Spirit of Truth’ (Jn 14,15,16) has spoken through His Church: the Church, the Catechism says (688) is the place where we know the Holy Spirit, and describes the ways in which He is revealed:

In the Scriptures which He inspired; in the Church’s Tradition and her magisterium, which the Spirit inspires; in the celebrations of the sacred liturgy through which the Holy Spirit puts us into communion with Christ; in prayer, in which the Holy Spirit intercedes for us; in the charisms and ministries, by which the Church is built up; in her missionary and apostolic life reaching out to all nations; and in the witness of her saints, in whom the Holy Spirit shows the power of holiness shining through transformed human beings, continuing the work of salvation.

What strikes me particularly about these ways in which we know the Holy Spirit is the way His presence and work begins in such veiled and hidden ways, gently taking possession and revealing, and then working outwards, as it were, through words, signs, symbols and persons to bring His power into the world to transform it.

So in the Mass of Pentecost you may have well rediscovered the beautiful Sequence, the hymn unique to that Feast, the Veni Sancte Spiritus. It is attributed to an early thirteenth century Archbishop of Canterbury, Stephen Langton, and together with its peerless plainsong melody I think well deserves its description of “The Golden Sequence.” It expresses, from the heart of our tradition, who the Spirit is and what the Spirit does, and the calmness and gentleness of His power at work in the world. The translators of the several English versions may well have felt themselves quite inadequate in rendering the quality of the Latin original, but here is one of them, by Edward Caswell:

Holy Spirit, Lord of Light . . . (Catholic Worship Book 317)

The point I would like to make about the ‘interior-ness’ of our knowledge of the Holy Spirit and His work, is that it would be impossible to believe in the Holy Spirit apart from faith in Jesus Christ and His Church. We are sons and daughters in the family, and it is precisely the Holy Spirit who makes us able to recognise our Father, indeed to familiarly call Him “Abba”, and enables us to bear witness to Jesus the Son. The reciprocal effect then of the Spirit in our own lives is to enable us to know the Church better for what she really is, a Mother to each believer, and to love and trust the Church in the light of that relationship. Thus we show an attitude of openness, of docility, even of enthusiasm, towards the Church in her teaching and the means to holiness which she places before us.

There have always been criticisms of some aspect or another of her affairs in this world, even attacks on the Church and sometimes made by her own members. Appreciation of our real relationship to the Church enables us to distinguish between the Church as God’s instrument for continuing His divine work in the world on the one hand, and the faults, failings and sins of her members, clergy or lay, on the other. In her essential nature, as St Paul says to the Ephesians (Eph 5:27), Christ is presenting the Church to himself in splendour, like Bride to Bridegroom, holy and without blemish; but in her human aspect not all her children walk as children of the light, according to their new nature, created after the likeness of God in true holiness. (Eph 4:24) From St Paul’s time to our own, the Church has always struggled with the contrast between this ideal of the Church’s inner reality, and the actual conduct of many of her members.

In the same letter to the Ephesians (2:22), St Paul describes each of us as built into the Church as into a dwelling place of God in the Spirit. St Peter uses the metaphor of living stones. Let’s look at the means by which this building in takes place. We will look at the first two Sacraments of initiation, Baptism and Confirmation.

In my thirty years as a priest I have baptised, according to the figures I have kept, over a thousand people. Apart from the celebration of Mass, it is the sacrament I have loved most to celebrate. I do not think I have ever baptised anyone without being moved in some way by the thought of what a totally marvellous thing is happening to this human life through the sacramental action I am performing. To begin with, this child or this adult is being purified by the flow of this water from all sin, original and actual. This person is passing from the kingdom of darkness into the kingdom of light, and so emerges from the font as
* a totally new creature, who has become a sharer through grace in the divine nature itself.
* a person who has become a member of Christ’s own body, the Church,
* a temple of the Holy Spirit, an heir to the Father’s kingdom, to eternal life,
* and as one who for time and eternity shares the priesthood of all believers and in the communion of saints.

In theological language we describe what has actually happened as justification; that is, a person is put right with God. That’s the effect of faith and baptism. It is important to understand the reality of what has occurred. Just as over the centuries there have been those who have not accepted that a real change happens at Mass when the priest consecrates the bread and wine into the Body and Blood of Christ, and the Real Presence comes about, so in regard to Baptism there are those who see the sacramental action as merely an external sign or symbol, a pledge or token, but without effect on the interior, essential reality of a person. In the Eucharist of course the very nature or substance of bread is changed, so that there is no longer any bread or wine present. Only their outward appearances remain by which we behold Christ Himself, body, blood, soul and divinity. In Baptism our human nature of course remains, but it is raised up, divinised: Christ truly lives within. Our original estrangement from God is not just excused or covered over by Christ’s merits; all that Christ achieved for us by His death and resurrection actually enters into the deepest parts of our being, every shred and fibre, every cell and molecule, of our humanness. That’s real justification. It’s also the reason why baptism once properly given, can never be repeated. What it effects is permanent; it indelibly marks the soul with a new character, for time and eternity, which not even sin can erase.

I’ve tried to explain it in this way so that we might reflect upon our real status and dignity and appreciate it more deeply. As a Christian, this is who I really am, a man, a woman, in whom Christ actually lives through grace. Upon this foundation He continues with boundless love to offer grace upon grace, most especially through His ongoing Eucharistic presence with and within us.

When a priest is ordained, and when a priest is ordained a bishop, similar indelible marks conferring a character are impressed upon the soul. When this happened to me seven years ago of course my life changed very considerably. Among the changes in ministry I especially noticed was that I rarely celebrated baptisms, only in somewhat special circumstances like the Easter Vigil. It’s the priests in the parishes that regularly baptize. What I soon found that I was the constant minister of another sacrament, Confirmation. Up and down the parishes of my diocese since 2001 I have confirmed more than ten times the number of children I baptised in thirty years as a priest; forty, sixty, a hundred confirmations in each ceremony, over 2000 each year.

Repetitive as it might seem, I find myself very conscious of what is happening in the soul of each person upon whom I lay my hands and seal with the Sacred Chrism. The grace of the baptism of water is now completed and perfected with the baptism of the Holy Spirit, and that person is bound more perfectly to the Church. A special grace, poured into the soul as the seven gifts of the Spirit, enables the confirmed to act as true witnesses of Christ, to spread and defend the faith by word and action. My hand, constantly immersed in the Chrism, for days afterwards gives of the perfume soaked into the skin; but for a lifetime and beyond the sweet odour of each one anointed with the Spirit, as was Christ, will ascend heavenwards from a beloved son or daughter in whom I pray that the Father will likewise be well pleased.

Whenever I meet with the candidates for confirmation, mostly eight-year-olds, in the days before the celebration, I always try to make sure that they understand the connection between what happened to the apostles at Pentecost and what is going to happen to them in Confirmation. Most often, thanks to good catechesis, this is already the case, and they know why they are waiting for the bishop to come to give them this sacrament. To strengthen the point I hold up my pectoral cross and tell them that bishops wear a cross like this to remind them that they must, like the Apostles, be the first witnesses to the Cross and Resurrection of the Lord, and that they, the candidates, are going to have to give their own witness when they are confirmed. To illustrate the link between the apostles at Pentecost and their confirmation today I undo the chain and hold it lengthwise. I ask them to imagine that the first big link which starts the chain is Pentecost in Jerusalem in the year 33, and represents the 11 apostles; then the next link represents the first bishops to whom the apostles passed on the spirit they had received at Pentecost, and then the next bishops, and the next, as the Church grew and grew by the witness of all the baptized and confirmed Christians . . through the year 500, 1000, 1500, 1900, 2000, the original apostles are now the 4,500 or so bishops all over the world, and now their own bishop here in their own parish in the Diocese of Lismore on the far north coast of NSW is passing on to them their own share in the Spirit of Pentecost today in 2008.

At the end of each Confirmation, from where I stand I often wonder how it will go with each one in that that eager and excited group of newly confirmed. Will they learn by practice to use the gifts they have been given, or like a new gift that soon gets forgotten will they end up at the back of a cupboard? Will some of them at least become apostles of the new evangelisation, in high school and university, in career and marriage, be upfront in living the Gospel and faith of the Church, and unafraid to advance its cause when it is unpopular to bring religion into the public square? Will some of them have the courage to respond to a call to the priesthood or religious life? Will the trajectory of their lives be towards friendship, intimacy with God or estrangement from Him? World Youth Day is a good opportunity for each participalt to ask, “Well, how’s the graces and gifts of my Confirmation in the Holy Spirit going with me right now?”

With good reason we think of Pentecost as the definitive outpouring of the Spirit, the birthday of the Church, the beginning of the mission, and so on. I’d like to mention a reading of St John’s gospel which opens up another rich understanding. On the last day of the Feast of Tabernacles, the Jewish harvest festival (Jn 7:37-39), Our Lord proclaimed: “If any one thirst, let him come to me and drink. He who believes in me, as the scripture has said, ‘Out of his heart shall flow rivers of living water.’” The evangelist comments “Now this he said about the Spirit, which those who believed in him were to receive; for as yet the Spirit had not been given, because Jesus was not yet glorified.” Until when, then, did believers have to wait? The answer is that Jesus is glorified in his death, resurrection and return to the Father, and each stage of this glorification is marked by the gift of the Spirit to the Church. St John records the death of our Lord in these words, “And he bowed his head and gave up his spirit”, literally, he gave over his spirit. He is the only evangelist to describe the moment in this way. To whom did Jesus bow his head, to whom did he give over his spirit? Is this the solemn fulfilment of that proclamation at the Feast of Tabernacles, and is it upon Our Lady and St John and the faithful disciples at the foot of the cross that the Spirit is first poured out as upon the new-born Church? The moment is immediately connected with the outpouring of water and blood from the pierced side, and indeed linked later by the same evangelist in his first Letter (I Jn 5.8), “There are three witnesses, the Spirit, the water and the blood; and these three agree.”

This explanation in St John does help us to understand, I think, a little more of the intimacy of the relationship of the Spirit, as Christ’s empowering gift, to the Christian and the Church.

If we are to be any sort of effective witness to Christ and the Church today we have to be really serious about the way we cultivate this intimacy in our personal lives. That means we must make time, as a number one priority, for a daily personal encounter with our heavenly Father, just as Our Lord always did, a time of quiet and silence, a time of prayer, of just waiting upon God and letting the Spirit inspire his way, as it were, into our souls, and make in us His home. It’s an old saying, “There may be noise around us, but it is in silence we grow.” There could not be any sort of fruitful witness or apostolate in our lives if it was not built upon quietness and prayer, the regular retreat into that private room and shutting the door to be in secret with God.

This is the way to enable the gifts of the Holy Spirit to have some chance of being released into our practical living and attitudes: Wisdom, to counter our foolishness; Understanding, to prevent us from being superficial and shallow in our thinking and insights; Right Judgment, to enable us to make right decisions rather than acting rashly; Courage, against the cowardice which paralyzes our witness; Knowledge, to counter our ignorance; Reverence, to protect us from going cold and losing our sense of the sacred; Wonder and Awe, or a spirit of holy fear in God’s presence, to guard us from preferring our own will to His.

I think one of the most wonderful things in the life of the Church today is the recovery and spread of Eucharistic Adoration, especially among young people who have had the good fortune to be introduced to this way of contemplation and prayer. We can’t but grow in the use of the gifts of the Spirit than by showing our love for the Eucharistic Lord in this way. It’s not a coincidence that all the new movements and the new forms of consecrated life exemplify this practice, which in turn radiates the Lord’s presence and inspiration into their apostolates.

In concluding this first catechesis, I recall that one of its objectives set by the WYD organisers was to help young people appreciate more deeply the beauty of the calling each of us has received through baptism, and the beauty of our calling to live the Christian life. The quality of beauty can never be far from our lives as Christians, but it is quite different from the qualities of ‘beautiful people’ that might be portrayed to us in the secular media. The beauty that our lives must reflect has a different source: our encounter with Jesus Christ whose life has entered into our own through faith and the sacraments of faith, brought about, made possible by the indwelling of the Holy Spirit, the Spirit who is closer to us that we are to ourselves.

It is this Spirit of Christ living in us that makes a Christian sensitive to beauty in visible forms, not only in nature, but in the art created by human mind and hand. This is what drives our instinct for beauty in the liturgy, in which above all we meet Christ and are nourished by Him. If the effect of beauty is to shift our gaze to what is beyond ourselves, to the ultimate realities of truth and goodness, to God Himself, then beauty is a necessity in all that contributes to the celebration of the sacred liturgy. The Mass celebrated in that beauty of holiness in which we are called to present ourselves to the Lord serves to nourish our faith; the opposite is sadly true when beauty is neglected. Along the journey to our heavenly homeland, the beauty of the liturgy lifts up our hearts and hopes until we arrive, in Bernard of Cluny’s words, in that Land of beauty, where all things of beauty meet.

Saturday, July 26, 2008

My WYD Memoirs

WYD Memoirs: Saturday, Sunday, Monday 19th-21st July 2008

Saturday bore a great surprise: Cardinal Zen, that pillar of orthodoxy and bulwark of the freedom of our Catholic Faith in China, deigned to attend the Solemn Mass at 9am, hearing Mass with evident prayerful attentiveness at his throne and prie-dieu, and receiving the Divine Communion in the most edifying manner.

I understand that the MC's and all were a bit flummoxed, not having practiced the rubrics for Mass coram Cardinale, but what was done was done with dignity and reverence. (I refer readers to the Juventutem report on WYD for details of the speeches and homily and whatnot.)

I served Fr Rowe's Low Mass next, and then got talking with Christoph, a German seminarian currently based in Austria. He proved to be excellent company, and joined Fr Rowe and I and others for the rest of the day. We all eventually headed into town, again failed to see the Pope (his rumoured appearance at St Mary's Cathedral didn't transpire, Fr Tattersall!), and had a good lunch with Francesca and Marguerite (and Melissa) from Adelaide, previous acquaintances of ours - their sister Emma is at the Traditional nunnery next to Le Barroux - as well as with another nice family, friends of Fr's.

In due course, we trained to North Sydney, and walked the Harbour Bridge, singing the Rosary as we went!

Time having got ahead of us, we bussed to Randwick, aka the Southern Cross precinct, for to attend the Papal Vigil - what stupendous numbers of people!
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At this point, readers must refer back to my earlier posting, covering Saturday night and Sunday morning.
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...To take up the tale on Sunday afternoon: I tried to get into the Cathedral to visit the sacred relics of Bl Pier Giorgio again, but time didn't permit, so I contented myself with visiting the merchandise emporium opposite to buy some mementos, clothes and presents.

I made it back to Maternal Heart, Lewisham, just in time for the collect of the Asperges, before the Missa Cantata (only Missa Cantata! I've had Solemn Mass if not Pontifical all week! LOL!). The chapel acoustic is excellent, and the chant sung superbly, much faster than I'm used to. Curiously, Fr Gresser FSSP, not otherwise present at the Mass, made three forays into the chapel: to sing the Epistle, to preach an ultra-long sermon on St Peter, Simon Magus and the Emperor Nero, and to assist with the distribution of Communion.

After Mass, having met up for the last time with many good people I know, we again dragged Christoph with us to have a very nice and rather expensive Italian meal. Good luck to him, as he heads off on a backpacking holiday around Australia: Auf Wiedersehen - Goodbye - God be with you.

I arrived back at my homestay about 11.30pm.

On Monday morning, I walked around a few blocks to St Mark's, Drummoyne, to hear a Novus Ordo Mass (strangely, all - but myself - stood for the Canon, yet all knelt after the Agnus Dei: how does that make sense?) and to say my prayers (Matins and Lauds, and Prime on the way back). The priest sensibly spoke of how WYD and the joy of unabashed public witness to our Catholic Faith should teach us all not to be embarrassed about openly living out our Christian witness.

With dear Maria, the nice widow who so kindly gave me and Daniel somewhere to stay for WYD, I watched the Holy Father's last appearances on Australian soil. As a small token and remembrance, I passed over to her a print of the WYD Icon of OurL Lady and Child, Salus Populi Romani. We prayed together before I had to depart: luckily, I got a lift to the airport.

Our flight was somewhat delayed, but was otherwise comfortable and uneventful.

Once back in Perth, George gave Fr and I a lift, and I had time to get organized and go to evening Mass with the prayers of thanksgiving for our safe return from pilgrimage.

Glory be to God for all things. Amen.

WYD Memoirs: Friday 18th July 2008

Bp Meeking catechised us this morning, and very well too, my Lord!

I was privileged to be a torchbearer at his Pontifical Mass, this time on the Gospel side.


(In the image, I am nearest the camera on the left.)

Fr Rowe was deacon of the Mass, and had been exercising himself running over all the minutiae of what he had to do... but his efforts were well-rewarded, all went extremely well, and Fr Terence said afterward that he had not seen such a perfect Pontifical Mass. Deo gratias!

(And for any sour souls who think all this smacks of a mere liking for bells and smells, the external splendour and correctness is meant to be a manifestation of the inner majesty and perfect order of the Sacrifice of the Lamb for our salvation. So there.)

Bp Meeking preached a real stonker of a sermon on the Holy Cross, since the Mass was a Votive thereof: unfortunately, without a transcript to hand I can't do it justice.

After Mass, Mass: Fr Rowe and two other priests again offered simultaneous Low Masses. I served Fr Rowe, and he said Mass of St Camillus de Lellis, a most worthy saint on whom I must blog later. It was very moving to hear Fr Rowe reading the Last Gospel, and to genuflect with him at "And the Word was made flesh", just as first one, then the other priest consecrated and elevated the Sacred Species - truly a marvellous insight into the unity of the Mass, revealed by the Holy Ghost.

We then had some quick lunch, and by car and train raced into town, trying to get to the Cathedral, since His Holiness was to appear there briefly at the First Station of the Cross. (Our tickets were for Barangaroo, but after the crush of yesterday I couldn't bear going there again.) Only Fr Rowe and one other managed to slip past security!

Since we didn't know how or where else to watch the Stations, we gave up - after 4 Masses, I think the Mystery of the Cross had been well-served already - and walked through Hyde Park from the Cathedral perimeter to Starbucks, where, lo and behold! we all met Andrew, my American acquaintance, and also his girlfriend Melissa.

After meeting and greeting, in due course Fr Rowe took us all to St Patrick's, Church Hill, a magnificent church (follow the link and see the splendid interior!), where we attended Exposition of the Bl Sacrament. (I read Sext, and had great delight in praying Psalm 83 before Our Lord in His Sacrament.) Fr had to leave, but Andrew, Melissa and I stayed on for Mass (since they hadn't been to one yet), and then visited the relics of St Peter Chanel and St Marcellin Champagnat in the crypt.

I stayed with my American friends for long enough to finally find some dinner to eat on the run, but then had to farewell that happy couple: I had to catch the bus to Sydney University.

Having reached St John's College at the University, I made it to their glorious Gothic chapel (embellished with several large icons for the occasion), and was able, finally, at the end of this very liturgical day, to attend Russian Catholic Great Vespers ("Imploring Divine Protection for the Natural Environment"), followed by my sixth Mass of the day, the Divine Liturgy of St John Chrysostom (commemorating SS Sergius of Radonezh and Athanasius of the Holy Mountain). Archpriest Lawrence Cross - who normally celebrates the Russian Rite in Mebourne - was the celebrant, in the presence of His Excellency John, emeritus Archbishop of the United States, from the Catholic Patriarchate of Antioch.


Truly heavenly: I crossed myself (the Eastern way) so very many times; I made the poklons prescribed (many knelt for the Anaphora, but when in Byzantium, do as the Byzantines do...); the music (all English BTW, but for two of the short Litanies, and the Trisagion in English, Greek, Latin and Slavonic) was uplifting; all was wondrous. It was a pity so few had come to so divine a service. (Fr Rowe was going to, but had to change his plans at the last minute.) The Archpriest preached on St Sisoes of Egypt, one of the Desert Fathers, whose feast it was the next day, and how his icon shews him in horror at finding the tomb of Alexander the Great, and seeing but the poor time-ravaged skeletal remains within - this teaches us the vanity of earthly cares. I normally only receive Communion once a day, but felt I should make a lawful exception, and received the Holy Gifts.

I was delighted to later tell my friend Justin of all this, since he is of Russian Rite, and has Sergius as a patron: he explained to me what I found unusual - Abp John anointing each of us with oil (not sacramentally!) after the Liturgy - for it turns out to be oil blessed at the Polyeleos at Byzantine Matins on feasts, being a holy pun, since Polyeleos means both "[God's] many mercies" and "much oil" in Greek.

Vespers having taken 50 minutes, and the Liturgy an hour and a half, I was glad to travel back to my homestay on buses that permitted me to return by 11pm, finishing my Rosary on the way as I walked the last few blocks.

Six Masses! Deo gratias!

WYD Memoirs: Thursday 17th July 2008

This morning Daniel and I bussed in to Balmain, rather than walking the last section.

His Lordship Bishop Elliott, titular Bishop of Manaccenser (aka Many Censers), gave an excellent, and quite witty address to us for our catechesis this morning. I particularly liked his words critical of one of the hymns at Pell's Tuesday Mass, his repudiation of the local Low Church Anglicans, and his jokes about his own pet cat! Having been taught theology by him when I studied at the JPII Institute, it was a very happy event to be listening to and learning from him again.

He dealt well with two questions: one about whether to avoid the Novus Ordo and only attend the Old Rite (short answer: don't be so scrupulous, a valid Mass is a valid Mass), and one about how to come at the Old when it is a new experience (answer: simply let its marvels and mystery wash over you).

There was enough time at the end to take up one of the good Bishop's suggestions, and make my Confession to a kindly French priest, who reminded me that God in Christ has loved us so much, and so we must in our own limited way show charity and love to others.

Because the bishops had to head off early to be in place for the Pope's arrival, Mass began 15 minutes early, at 10.45am - to the chagrin of the French, who hadn't been told. (Unfortunately, apart from the liturgical side, some of the Juventutem experience did seem a bit disorganized.)

Of course, Bp Elliott sang a beaut Pontifical Mass, as would be expected of a published liturgical and rubrical expert. The Mass was a Votive of the Holy Ghost.

After that, three Low Masses at once! I served Fr Rowe's - he said Mass of St Alexis, Confessor - and, as he started and finished first, I slipt back in and knelt to hear the end of the other two Masses. To see six elevations was sublime.

Fr Rowe and Aaron had secured one of those curious lunchboxes, so I ate quickly chocolates, tuna, cold baked beans and so forth in no particular order, then we piled into Fr's car (lent him by a friend) and headed off to Lewisham station, where we abandoned the car and caught the train in to Circular Quay.

Walking from C.Q. to Barangaroo was astonishing - I have NEVER seen such a press of people, and the nearer we came to our assigned spot the greater grew the crowds! Fr Rowe led us right to the front in section F, about half-a-dozen bodies from the barriers. We saw the Pope! It was amazing to see Benedict XVI in the flesh; he was so close I could see him on the dais with my own eyes, even without the binoculars I'd bought earlier. Truly inspiring!

Again I missed out on the pilgrim evening meal, because Fr Rowe then walked me all the way to the Opera House through great crowds, setting a cracking pace. Once there, he quickly got his priestly accreditation pass, and then we marched back to C.Q., caught the train to Town Hall, and headed over to the Vocations Expo at Darling Harbour. I met up with many old friends there, including my friends in the Dominicans, Br Paul and Rev Br Mannes.

By this stage, I was very hungry and thirsty.

Fr Rowe next led me to Central station, which was flooded, literally, with pilgrims, meeting Fr Casey, a friend of his, on the way, and we caught the train to Strathfield, where - thanks be - our mutual friend Fr Richard took us to a nice Chinese restaurant in Homebush for dinner. It was good to have a real meal after so much walking with no sustenance!

Afterward, we drove by the nearby Good Shepherd Seminary, and then made a visit at St Dominic's, Flemington, parish church of the redoubtable Fr Robbie, where we found Adoration in progress. The trains whizzing past outside were packed with pilgrims, and it was after 10.30pm!

So today I heard 4 Masses, again.

Friday, July 25, 2008

Juventutem Report

Here is a link to the Juventutem report on WYD 2008.

WYD Memoirs: Wednesday 16th July 2008

On Wednesday morning Daniel (the other pilgrim staying) and I got ready and headed off to catch the bus from Drummoyne to Balmain. At my suggestion, rather than change buses to get to the church, we walked - a good 20 minutes, in good sunny tho' cool weather! Balmain looks a nice place, and certainly one wouldn't starve if one could afford the prices at the many eateries we passed!

My old parish priest, now Bishop of Lismore, was our catechist and celebrant this morning: His Lordship Bishop Jarrett.

He spoke well, and after the catechesis we all prepared for Mass of Our Lady of Mt Carmel. It was a great privilege to be chosen as a torchbearer, since it gave me a seat with an excellent view of proceedings (on the Epistle side) without having to do much except kneel and hold a torch from the Sanctus until the Ablutions. His Lordship preached on the many interventions of Our Lady in history, whether to give the Scapular to St Simon Stock, or to otherwise manifest her maternal care for all God's children in more recent times.



(In this photograph I am the server sitting closest to the altar behind the clergy in choir. The sacred ministers are wearing the vestments made for Fr Rowe's first Mass.)

Communion took a long time, and I took the opportunity to say a very quiet Rosary, counting on my fingers. The chant at Mass was very good, and the polyphonic motets also - I recognized Victoria's Ave Maria at the Offertory.

After Pontifical Mass, Fr Rowe wanted to say a Low Mass, so I served his as well.

Then came a BBQ lunch (two sausages and sauce in a bread roll, plus some chips - 'crisps', not 'fries', for any international readers! - and a can of soft drink). That proved insufficient, the drink, I mean, so I joined my old pals John, Tony, &c. at the pub on the corner for two pints of some good beer.

The liquid lunch made me late for the Gregorian Chant workshop with the inestimable and very dapper Scott Turkington, but I got a lot out of it: it's great to be taught by someone who knows so much and is able to impart his knowledge kindly and effortlessly.

After that, more chant! We all had to practice for Vespers.

His Eminence George Cardinal Pell arrived, at 4pm, in choir dress (sans cappa, alas), and was met at the door by the clergy, who then escorted him to his throne, while the choir sang a magnificent Ecce sacerdos magnus. A large part of Pontifical Vespers involves dressing and redressing the celebrant: as the choir sang, H.E. was vested for the service. Vespers ensued: it was a Votive Vespers of Our Lady of Mt Carmel, and sung very well, IMHO. His Eminence preached after Vespers, congratulating us on the occasion, and promising to tell His Holiness, with whom he was to dine, about our love for the Traditional Liturgy and our loyalty to the Pope. After sermon, he gave Pontifical Benediction, which was sublime, and included at its end the roof-liftingly loud singing by one and all of the Laudes Regiæ. As the Cardinal departed the church, we all knelt in waves to receive his blessing as he passed, then we all filed out to genuflect on the left knee and kiss his ring. Magnificent! Two hours had passed sublimely.

After these proceedings, I ventured back into church at the sound of a bell, to find that the French pilgrims were about to have Low Mass. This I attended; and just after the Prayers at the Foot of the Altar, a second priest and server came out to the Sacred Heart altar - it transpired that it was the Mass of a newly ordained American priest, celebrating a Novus Ordo 'without congregation', ad orientem (tho' in English, sotto voce so as not to disturb the other priest at the high altar).

Alas, the evening pilgrim meal was only available in the city, so we had to make do, after all the liturgical wonders, with a poor meal of cold leftover sausages and bread rolls.

I could not describe the look on the faces of the French pilgrims as they realized the full horror of what little food awaited them for dinner: it must have confirmed all their fears about cuisine des Anglo-Saxonnes.

One last event - 20 decades of the Rosary, kneeling, in Latin, with Cardinal George of Chicago... Now it was great, but rather tiring I must admit. Attendance was a good deal sparser, and I suspect many were put off by having to say 200 Hail Mary's instead of just the usual 50.

So today I heard 4 Masses and said 5 Rosaries.

I finally got back to my homestay at about half past ten.

WYD Memoirs: Tuesday 15th July 2008 (Continued)

I take up the tale of my WYD adventure from where I left off, some posts back, on Tuesday evening...

Andrew (my newfound American friend) and I finally left Starbucks and went off in search of food - we had missed the pilgrim meal, provided only at Barangaroo after the Cardinal's Mass. As we walked aimlessly, I spotted somewhere I'd once dined, so we went to the Indian restaurant next to it, and enjoyed a fairly good meal, but for the complimentary pappadams: butter chicken, lamb rogan josh (of course! - A. thought it a bit too spicy), rice, and naan bread. To introduce the local beverages, I bought us both a Cascade Premium beer, made not far from where I once lived in Hobart.

Anyhow, life is more than feasting...


We headed over to the Cathedral, and were very lucky to find it 'unguarded' and open, with plenty of people inside but not too many. (Later on I tried twice to return to the Cathedral, but found it impossible to gain entrance.) As so many, I too knelt before the painting of Our Lady of the Southern Cross and consecrated myself to the Blessed Virgin, using the prayer provided (which carries a special plenary indulgence under the usual conditions) - see previous post. I was moved to pray before the large and very lifelike Crucifix, as also before Our Lord, reposing in the Sacrament of His Love in the high altar tabernacle. Old friends - Dominicans Br Paul and Rev Br Mannes - appeared on the scene, and we tried to quietly meet and greet so as not to disrupt all those praying. Around the ambulatory there was a very tasteful and moving display about the life and death of Bl Pier Giorgio Frassati, and it was again wonderful to kneel before the casket containing his sacred relics, which shall rise triumphant on the last day, to join the redeemed flock on Our Saviour's right - see my earlier posting about him. I prayed very hard, as best I could, for certain intentions: deliverance from evil, perseverance in good...

Next we descended to the Crypt, where Adoration was in progress. I was curious to notice in front of one of the side altars an inscription in memory of Cardinal Kelly, describing him as a Count of the Holy Roman Empire - I recall that the Holy See bestowed this title as late as the mid-20th C. I expect that nasty Paul VI abolished it, like everything else fun.

We left the Cathedral after 10pm. Andrew had to travel to a different part of Sydney to meet up with his own pilgrim group, but helped me to get where I was going first. Even so, it was after midnight before I got to my lodgings.

BTW, here am I relaxing in the room so kindly provided for me!

Tuesday, July 22, 2008

Receive Your Lunch

As one of the French priests told me, the food in Australia has been very strange: this is my ode to the pilgrim lunches provided, to parody Guy Sebastian's little ditty "Receive the Power":

Ev’ry person ev’ry time
Come together, in groups of six:
In this lunchbox you delight,
Filled with tasty, tho’ curious choices!

I love tuna! And cold baked beans!
Receive your lunch, from all the volunteers!
I love tim-tams! And wagonwheels!
Receive them now, to be your lunch for World Youth Day!

Packed bread rolls and lamingtons;
Packs of Snow-White sugary cupcakes;
Cadbury chocolate bars supplied;
And cans of carbonated drinks.

I love tuna! And cold baked beans!
Receive them now, from all the volunteers!
I love tim-tams! And wagonwheels!
Receive them now, to be your lunch for World Youth Day!

Benedict we give you thanks,
Uncle George, we give you thanks,
Anthony, we give you thanks,
Volunteers, we give you thanks,

Uncle George, we give you thanks,
Anthony, we give you thanks,
O but while we give you thanks,
What on earth were you thinking of?

I love tuna! And cold baked beans!
Receive them now, from all the volunteers!
I love tim-tams! And wagonwheels!
Receive them now, to be your lunch for World Youth Day!


BTW, for non-Aussie non-pilgrims: Tim-Tams and Wagonwheels are chocolate biscuits; Lamingtons are cubes of sponge cake rolled in jam and desiccated coconut; Anthony is the inestimable Bp Fisher, O.P., WYD organizer; and Uncle George is of course His Eminence the Cardinal Archbishop of Sydney.

Which reminds me of the nickname for the WYD merchandise emporium next to the Cathedral:

Uncle George's Rip-Off Shop.

It even traded on Sunday (very conveniently for me).

*Only teasing, of course!*

Sunday, July 20, 2008

Back Online - WYD Memoirs: Saturday evening and Sunday Morning 19th-20th July 2008

Apologies to any readers - I've not had internet access for some days!

By my calculations, since arriving in Sydney late on Monday night I've heard 19 Masses - six on Friday alone! (Solemn Mass coram Cardinale; three simultaneous Low Masses, one of which I served; a Novus Ordo that I attended so as to give good example to two American pilgrims with whom I'd been at Exposition; and a Russian Catholic Divine Liturgy - that was Friday: did I mention the Russian Great Vespers as well?)

I attended the Papal Vigil, and was most glad to receive Benediction at the hands of His Holiness; but decided, having lost my sleeping bag, to skip the holy sleep-out, and to not try to get up dreadfully early in order to return for the Papal Mass. Instead, I had a sleep-in, and came and served Fr Rowe's Low Mass at the home of a friendly family (since he likewise wasn't able to stay at Randwick, and couldn't organize to use a church, alas). We're off to Solemn Mass at Lewisham tonight...

I have taken copious notes throughout the WYD experience, and will post these ASAP. This is just a taste of what's been happening.