Showing posts with label Society of Mary. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Society of Mary. Show all posts

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Our Lady of Guadalupe

On December 12, we celebrate Mary under the name Our Lady of Guadalupe.  Below is a reflection that I have written for our community mass and some pictures of Mary that I have taken around Europe.




 


Who is Mary?  Who is this woman to whom we dedicate our lives each day? 


For some, she is Our Lady of the Pillar.  For others Our lady of Providence.  Then there is Our Lady of Nazareth, and Notre Dame d’Afrique.  We just celebrated Mary of the Immaculate Conception and Our Lady of Loretto.  Many titles for the Mother of God.




Today, we celebrate and honor Mary under the title of Our Lady of Guadalupe.  Now, for those in Rome, it might not mean too much.  But for those in Mexico, the United States, and all the Americas, we celebrate her in a special way because she is the patroness of the Americas. 

In 1531, Mary appeared to Juan Diego, a humble native American, on a hillside near present-day Mexico City.  She requested that a church be built on the site.  The Bishop dismissed Juan Diego but was persuaded after he brought a bunch of roses, a rare site in the midst of winter.  Mary’s image was also imprinted on Juan Diego’s simple cloak.  


   

 These stories and miracles are probably good enough in themselves.  They have led to a strong devotion to Mary, especially among the peoples of Latin America.  And the Basilica today is a busy site for pilgrims from all over.  However, what I probably like best about the story is that Mary appeared to Juan Diego as a Native Person herself and she spoke his native language.  She was the not the blond hair, blue eye Madonna of Europe.  But, she came as one of the native peoples.  For me, and perhaps for you, this is the message of the feast for all people.  Mary comes to us as one of us.  She is like us.






Mary is first a disciple of Jesus, like we try to be.  Mary heard the call of God and said “yes.”  This is what we are trying to do, too.  Mary doubted, prayed, wept, rejoiced, believed…all things that we do on our own pilgrimage of faith.  The American theologian Elizabeth Johnson wrote a book on Mary and called it: “Truly our Sister.”  This is an apt title for Mary whom we celebrate today.  She is our sister who walks among us, who guides us, and who encourages us in our journey of faith.





In today’s readings, we hear a message of hope and of consolation.  The prophet Isaiah speaks of God who is creator of the heavens and earth.  Those who trust in this creator “will renew their strength, they will soar on eagles’ wings; they will run and not grow weary, walk and not grow faint.”  The example of Mary reminds us of this promise.  She, as handmaid of the Lord, knew that God would do great things in her.  God was her strength and her energy.  As she walks among us, she reminds us to put our faith and trust in the God who made us and loves us.


 


In the Gospel we hear Jesus say, “Come to me” and “learn from me.”  Our God is not a distant God directing things from the heavens, but a God who is near to us and who is inviting us to himself.  Again, Mary welcomed this invitation from the Lord.  She wholeheartedly gave her life to Jesus and learned his way of love.  This is our call - to give our lives to Jesus following the example of Mary.





Today we celebrate Mary, Our Lady of Guadalupe.  May we be reminded that Mary is with us, walking with us on our pilgrimage of faith.  As she appeared to Juan Diego so many years ago, let us pray that Mary be with us and bring to us Jesus.  And may we do the same today to those we meet.

 

Of course, for the community I will give this in Italian...Here's a little taste: 
Oggi, noi ricordiamo ed onoriamo Maria sotto il titolo di Nostra Signora di Guadalupe. Ora, per quelli di Roma, non potrebbe significare troppo. Ma per quelli in Messico, gli Stati Uniti, e tutte le Americhe, noi la festeggiamo in modo speciale perché lei è la patrona delle Americhe.  

Ciao!
 

Wednesday, September 12, 2012

Back in Rome...

You might recall that when I first arrived in Rome (that was about three months ago) the first order of business was to apply for my legal residence permit which included several trips to different offices and waiting at the "Questura" (police station) for four hours.  The next step was to attend an "Italian Civics" class.  Last week, I had the honor of watching a four hour video that taught me how to be a good resident in Italy.  It was in English, and for all four hours it was simply two people (one form the U.S. and one from Great Britain) reading at a camera.  One of my favorite parts was when the British guy comes on with a t-shirt that says "Brooklyn."  Naturally, I thought to myself, "So this is what it means to be Italian!!!"   I also learned that...
    1) There are almost 1000 members in the Italian Parliament. 
    2) Work is good for you and for the state, so get a job.
    3) Make sure your kids go to school.
    4) Social workers are good people.
I am happy to say that Friday I returned to the Questura and picked up my "permesso di soggiorno."Woo Hoo!  Here is the new class proudly showing our newly acquired "permessi."
 Of course, I still need to get an identity card from the local government (that takes 3 passport photos to get) and then I can purchase my annual bus pass.  I also think I have to sign up for the government health care.  I figure that by the time I'm finished with school, I will have everything completed :) 

In the meantime, I'll share a few more photos.  When we were returning from Pallanza, we had to switch trains in Milano and had four hours.  So, a few of us hopped on the subway and went downtown.  I'll warn you that one of the pictures is a little strange, but I had to share it. 

Ciao!
Here we are at the Duomo (Cathedral) of Milan.  We were there in the morning, but that afternoon the funeral for Cardinal Martini took place in the church.  We were able to walk past his coffin in the sanctuary and pay our respects.
The Duomo really is an exquisite building.

This advertisement was in the subway.  I wanted to go because it says that "Charlie and his friends are waiting for me!"  But, the brothers said we didn't have time to go.  By the way, this is not the strange picture.

The Church of St. Ambrose.  He was Bishop of Milan in the fourth century.  This is also probably the place where Ambrose baptized Augustine after his conversion.  When we were here, it started to rain, but I think it was just Monica's tears.  (You theology nerds will understand this.)
And finally, in the crypt of the church, one can see the tomb of St. Ambrose.  Or, rather, one can see St. Ambrose!  Here he is (dressed in white) with a martyr whose name I don't remember (sorry).
Seeing skeletons of saints dressed up like this is more common here than you might expect.  I have also seen seen the body of St. Francis of Rome and the skull of St. Dominic (in Bologna).

After all, they always say that two heads are better than one...
Bro. Jinu posing with St. Dominic's head (it's hard to see it, but it's encased in the reliquary.)

Sunday, August 19, 2012

I finally gave in...

After almost three months in Italy, I have developed a hankering.  Yes, the pasta is good, but it just seemed like something was missing.  What could it be?

After a walk up St. Leonard's Hill in Verona, which gave me a great view of the city...



















....and took me to the Shrine of Our Lady of Lourdes....



...I decided to treat myself.  In one of the main piazzas (Piazza Bra) I found "Cafe Ippopotamo" (yes, that would translate into Hippopotamus)...
















  ...and enjoyed a lunch which consisted of a cheeseburger (with lettuce, tomatoes, pickles, ketchup and mayo), french fries, and a large Coke (with ice)....

 ... I'm okay with being a stereotypical American right now.  It's not the best burger I've ever had, but maybe the best I could find in Verona.  And, most importantly, it's what I needed on Saturday :)
 I was accompanied on this little adventure by James, a seminarian from the island of Saipan (a U.S. territory).  We enjoyed our burgers, spoke English (ooops), and watched classic MTV (summer of 1987).  It was a good day! 

Tuesday, June 12, 2012

First Impressions...


So, I live in Rome now.  It’s still a little hard to believe.
The Aurelean Wall near Via Appia Antica
 That pretty much sums up the last few days as I begin to settle into my new city and my new community.  I’m still the same person:  I don’t want to get up in the morning and I look forward to that first cup of coffee.  But, then, I’m reminded that I’m in Rome: the shower is smaller than I’m used to, I’m greeted in the chapel with “Buongiorno, Fratelli,” and the coffee is much stronger here.  When I look out my bedroom window onto the street below the traffic is crazier, the sirens sound funny, and laundry is hanging out to dry on balcony railings.  It’s hard to walk anywhere without seeing some piece of centuries-old architecture.  And let’s not even talk (hee, hee) about the different language thing!  Toto, I don’t think we’re in Dayton anymore!  Amidst all this change, the Brothers I live with have been very helpful.  They are very welcoming and generous in introducing me to life at Via Latina 22, and they are very patient with me as I make a feeble attempt to use the little Italian that I know.  Even though we are from many different countries, the same Marianist spirit is evident in the house!

And then there’s Italian bureaucracy.  One of the first things I need to accomplish in Rome is to get my “permesso di soggiorno.”  It’s like a residency card that allows me to be in Italy for an extended period of time.  Here’s the basic plan:
  • Go to Vatican Congregation for Religious Life and get a letter signed that says everything is legitimate
  • Go to post office and get an application
  • Fill out the application
  • Return to post office to turn in application and pay a fee
  • Go to Police Station to be fingerprinted and receive the card. 
Sounds easy, right?
Here’s how it really works:
  • On Friday: Go to the Congregation office and find out they’re closed on Friday, but we can come back on Saturday.  Go to nearby post office and hear that they are out of applications and don’t know when they will have more.  Go to another post office across town (you can only get the forms at certain offices) and get the form.  Stop by a photo booth to have pictures taken.  Go home (we’re close by this point) and fill out application.
  • On Saturday: Return to the Vatican and wait in line for about an hour for a signature that takes no more than five minutes.  Go the post office and find out that they don’t process applications on Saturday.  Stop for gelato on the way home.
  • On Monday: Return (again) to the crowded post office where you are told that they are too busy and too far behind.  They won’t do any soggiorno applications for another two weeks.  Meet a Sister of Mercy trying to do the same thing who knows of another nearby post office that we can try.  Begin praying to Venerable Faustino (a young Marianist on his way to sainthood.)  Take a ticket at this post office and wait in line.  Finally have the application processed.  Thank Faustino and report this as his first miracle.  We also receive an appointment at the police station in two weeks, but I’ve been told that this might not mean anything…documents get lost and appointment times are just suggestions.
All I can say is: “Welcome to Italy.”  It is my understanding that this is very typical.  I won’t complain the next time I have to wait in line at the Bureau of Motor Vehicles in the United States.  Compared to Italy, the BMV is quite efficient!!  I’ll keep you updated on how things end up.  Feel free to start making bets as to when I’ll have the card in hand.

I’ll leave you with a few pictures from the wandering I’ve done.  Today, I went to the Coliseum area.  I only had a few hours and found out very quickly that there’s no way to see everything there in a day.  As I passed a group of tourists hurriedly snapping photos and quickly going from place to place in a frenzy it hit me: I can take my time and soak in the sights since I will be here for three years.  I found myself slowing down, simply meandering along the sidewalk, and telling myself I can see more things on another day.  Maybe I’m starting to become Italian!

Ciao!

Constantine's Arch
Church of Sts. Cosma and Damian
The Colosseum


Old and New
The Roman Forum