tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-53816619161852314662024-03-15T21:09:40.683-04:00Avia Joyis all about relationship - my relationship with my God:
the Father - He told me to call Him Papa. . .the Son - my dear sweet Jesus. . .the Holy Spirit - He's Sasha to me. It's about my journey with Them, my Catholic faith, the Family of God, and the way it shapes my life.Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.comBlogger273125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-56538071702703775822024-01-02T15:43:00.000-05:002024-01-02T15:43:13.833-05:00Trust--We Know the One Who Knows<p> “Trust in the Lord with all you heart, on your own understanding rely not.” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Proverbs 3:5</p><p><br /></p><p> As I awoke on New Years Day, 2024, a spirit of fear was threatening to take away my peace and acceptance.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> The last number of months had been extremely difficult and very uncertain. I was facing a new year and fear was trying its best to overwhelm me.</p><p> Unbeknown to most of you, the pilgrimage to France that Jonathan and I experienced, turned out quite differently than we expected. </p><p> On the first evening with our pilgrimage group, Jon experienced heart misfunctioning, which caused him to collapse to the ground. This happened not once, but twice. We had to leave the group and spend most of our time in the hospital, in a foreign country where neither of us spoke the language. </p><p> To say it was challenging is an understatement! But with the prayers of so many, along with the angels God sent to aid and assist us, we eventually arrived home safely. I kissed the ground when we landed and was thrilled to be bringing Jon home alive!</p><p> When we arrived home, there were many doctor appointments, as we tried to get to the bottom of things. Two medications were prescribed for him which are supposed to help Jon’s heart issues. Much is unclear and we are still on that journey, praying that some light may be shed on his precarious condition. We are waiting for more testing to be scheduled and hoping for the best. </p><p> In the midst of all that, we had a destructive leak in our bathroom. The water went through the living room ceiling. Part of the ceiling and walls had to be torn out, dried out, and replaced. Our dining room was filled with furniture from the living room. There was dry wall dust everywhere! After all was cleaned, the whole room had to be painted. Our bathroom needed to be gutted and is slowly in the process of being put back together. We still have dry wall dust everywhere upstairs and I’m getting weary of cleaning it up. I do realize when things are all finished, I will be delighted with our new rooms, but for now I just want “normal.”</p><p> On top of all that, we had all of the windows in our house replaced. It was planned since the summer, but we never dreamed it would be in the midst of all of this!</p><p> Did I mention I was experiencing a lot of pain down my thigh? Oh yes. I discovered I had a bulging disk and am going to physical therapy to hopefully resolve it; at least I didn’t need surgery.</p><p> And then there was a painful relationship with which I was experiencing, and unfortunately, unable to improve. Please God, You take over!</p><p> I felt like I was being plagued on all sides and just wanted to hide. I wanted to go on retreat until situations improved but could not. So, I prayed, “Hide me in the shadow of Your wings, until the storms of destruction pass by.” Psalm 57:1</p><p> I kidded my husband that God had taken me at my word, “Lord, I want to be a saint!” Oh boy! I did not know what the requirements or conditions were.</p><p> All kidding aside; life is difficult! But it is also wonderful, joyful, and full of mystery! We are all on this journey called life, to a better place called heaven. </p><p> At some point during Advent, I was finally able to completely give over Jon’s health issues. His heart condition had not really changed anything in regard to the time God will call him to Himself. That time has already been determined for each of us and Papa was calling me to trust. </p><p> With that in mind, I continued to take each moment as a gift and live life with a heart full of gratitude. I also began to feel compelled to do what I could to get our downstairs back in shape so we could host Christmas. Jonathan joined me in our quest, but we did have a backup plan in place, just in case. </p><p> During these challenges, we tried to bring light to our lives as well. One of our sons and daughter in law’s gave us an early Christmas gift to dinner and a show. It was a breath of fresh air, filled with laughter and lightheartedness. We also had planned a trip to Bethlehem, Pa with our church family and it was a delightful time for all! To put a cherry on the top of our Bethlehem trip, we were surprised with the birth of a new grandson. Patrick is our ninth grandson and our thirteenth grandchild! </p><p> It was a week before Christmas when it became clear that we could host! I was excited and sent a text to our children and their families the wonderful news.</p><p> I began to wonder just why I felt so compelled to host. I had let it go early on, but at some point, it became a mission that we host Christmas dinner.</p><p> I felt led to bring the question to prayer: Lord, why is this so important to me? Why do I feel compelled to make it happen? Is it to try to feel like things are “normal?” Is that it? </p><p> As I sat in conversation with Papa, a thought came to mind: Maybe this will be Jonathan’s last Christmas… Is that You, Lord, or me? I really wasn’t sure. </p><p> I continued wondering, questioning and the answer that struck me was, live the moment. Cherish your time together. Stay in the present moment and live intentionally. This could be<i> your</i> last Christmas…only I know. Live your life as a gift and trust Me completely! </p><p> I left my prayer time with a new mission and focus. </p><p> Things have gradually improved; in fact, were able to celebrate Christmas at our home. It was wonderful and full of life. I am so grateful to have Jonathan here with us and we are cherishing every moment.</p><p> I have also been trying my best to have a grateful heart; to thank God for everything, even the difficulties. I could see how those were the times that tested my faith and trust in God, His goodness and love. He was calling me to grow more deeply in my trust in Him and with His grace, I had been doing better.</p><p> But in spite of my good intentions, fear had crept in late on New Years Eve. Although I tried to ignore it, I was feeling vulnerable and allowed it to enter my being and overtake me!</p><p> Why? Why did I do that? I had just reviewed 2023 with God earlier that afternoon in the chapel. I had thanked Him for both the blessings and challenges and for the graces to deal with both. I shared with Papa that even though I didn’t understand most of the challenges, I knew He loved me and that I would do my best to let go of my need to understand. </p><p> I told Him that I was aware that like the past year, this new year would contain both blessings and challenges. I asked for the grace I would need to navigate through them with Him. I prayed and beseeched Papa to help me to truly surrender everything to Him and to trust Him with all my heart. When I left the chapel, I did feel at peace. So, what happened?</p><p> Later that evening, I unintentionally, began to go down the road of my imagination. I began to want to know and understand; to orchestrate and control things, people and situations. I started to worry about Jonathan’s heart condition. Why haven’t’ they done that test? Maybe this was his last Christmas. Will I be able to handle the future? How will this year end? My imagination was running full steam ahead and I had forgotten that trust IS a matter of faith. I wanted answers. I wanted to know. I was giving in to fear.</p><p> My faith needed to be strengthened by God’s words and promises. </p><p> “Fear is useless; what is needed is trust.” Luke 8:50</p><p> “You do not realize now what I am doing, but later you will understand.” John 13:7 </p><p> God’s word calmed me down. I clung on to it as a drowning person clings to a life raft. It became clear. I knew I was being called to trust. There are times in life when we will eventually understand but there ARE times, when we will not understand this side of heaven. But we must remember! We know the One who knows! 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God has called us to be saints and saints keep trying to trust, again and again and again… until they finally do!</p><p> Corrie Ten Boom once said, “Faith is not knowing what the future holds, but knowing Who holds the future.”</p><p> In this new year please join me in prayer, that I, along with all of you, my be able to let go of the need to know and understand the ins and outs of this life and come to KNOW and TRUST the ONE who does. </p><p> May we all grow in holiness and become a saint one day!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-73732410659014151602023-09-24T15:21:00.000-04:002023-09-24T15:21:48.863-04:00God, You Know the Whole of It<p> “God’s love calls us to move beyond fear. We ask God for the courage to abandon ourselves unreservedly, so that we might be molded by God’s grace, even as we cannot see where the path may lead us.”<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> St. Ignatius Loyola</p><p><br /></p><p> God’s love was calling me, no, urging me, to move beyond fear this past month since my husband’s “heart event.” And praise to God, as well as thanks to all those praying for us, I am at peace. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> As I write this, Jonathan and I are celebrating our fifty-first wedding anniversary. To tell you the truth, it was something I took for granted until last month when I thought my husband had died.</p><p> Having momentarily faced his death, and then a rebirth, I have gotten a new perspective on life…we just don’t know the time or the hour! But the good news: our Papa does. </p><p> That truth has not ever changed, but it is now emblazed in my mind. God knows the time, place and cause of each of our deaths, so we must truly learn to live fully and abandon ourselves entirely and completely into His most loving hands. It has given me a new urgency not to take anyone or anything for granted.</p><p> “Your eyes have seen my actions; in Your book they are all written, my days were limited before one of them existed.” Psalm 139:16</p><p> I had no idea that my path, our path, would lead down that scary, traumatic heart stopping event, but God knew. He planned the time and the place and every other detail that transpired. He knew the outcome and had prepared Jon and I beforehand to handle it all.</p><p> The ending could have been so different. Jonathan could have been by himself and not found until it was too late. He could have been driving, swimming, or who knows what? But that wasn’t God’s plan. I was there and thanks be to God, he lived! Instead of the two of us celebrating our anniversary, this would have been quite a different day altogether. </p><p> Our golden jubilee year ends today. And what a year it has been! Like all of you, we have had our joys as well as sorrows, peak moments and down in the valley moments. Events planned and carried through as well as hopes dashed. All events, which were unknown to us, but known to God, who equipped us with all that we needed to assist us.</p><p> Two friends of ours, gave us the wonderful gift of forty Masses for our golden wedding anniversary. The first forty Masses were prayed last fall, after our anniversary. The second forty began on August 14 and ended today, September 23, our wedding anniversary. I am so very grateful for such a generous and grace filled gift, that it is difficult to express it in words. I feel certain that both sets of Masses were prayed for specific needs that Jon and I, along with our children, their spouses and our grandchildren had. I am quite certain that God knew we needed them and inspired our friends to generously grace us with those most precious gifts. I feel sure that the Masses, along with all the prayers of family and friends have made a world of difference in our lives. And for that I am eternally grateful! </p><p> Speaking of gratitude, I’d like to thank you all, from the bottom of my heart for your prayers for discernment and direction on our pilgrimage to France. The doctor looked at all of Jon’s heart data and gave us a green flag to go and enjoy ourselves! We are both delighted and looking forward to the trip that almost wasn’t. My heart is singing with joy! We prayed that God would either open or close the door and He has made it quite clear, it is open!!! We will be walking out the door, full of confidence and peace, giving praise and glory to God!</p><p> God willing, we leave October 2 and come home on the 13th. We are both very excited!!! Our pilgrimage is sandwiched between the shrines of St. Thomas Aquinas and St. Denis. In between, we will see many more favorite saints, Therese being # 1! I look forward to sharing it all with you sometime after our return.</p><p> None of our paths are known to us, but the One who is aware of each and every step we will take, is equipping us with the grace necessary to abandon ourselves, unreservedly into His hands. We must never forget that and always remember; we are not alone. God is with us and sends us people to assist us on our path. His love and grace will lead us and guide us, till we are with Him again, one day, in heaven.</p><p> “O Lord, You have probed me and You know me; You know when I sit and when I stand; You understand my thoughts from afar. My journeys and my rest You scrutinize, with all my ways You are familiar. Even before a word is on my tongue, behold, O Lord, You know the whole of it. Behind me and before, You hem me in and rest Your hand upon Me. Such knowledge is too wonderful for me; too lofty for me to attain.” Psalm 139: 1-6</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-2822973724764769092023-09-13T12:56:00.001-04:002023-09-13T12:56:41.425-04:00Relying on the Rock<p> “Only in God be at rest my soul, for from Him comes my hope. He only is my rock and my salvation, my stronghold; I shall not be disturbed.” Psalm 62: 7</p><p><br /></p><p> I wanted so to pray that psalm in truth but could not. I was far from feeling peace…in fact, I was downright full of fear! I had experienced something traumatic, and the image was emblazed in my mind. It was haunting me! The scenario kept playing itself over and over in my memory, filling me with fear.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> <i> The memory</i>: Quite suddenly, and without warning, my husband went from one moment being very much alive and well, to sudden cardiac arrest. To put it mildly, I was stunned! It was like my worst nightmare had come true. I wanted to wake up from what seemed like a dream, but it was reality!</p><p> I did not know what to do because I thought Jonathan was dead! His coloring was blue. He was lying on his face in vomit. His body was lifeless. </p><p> I turned him on his side and begged him to come back to me. I cleaned his face and then decided to call 911. All during this time, I prayed. I was operating in automatic pilot. I felt helpless and panic stricken. A million crazy thoughts filled my mind. I thought his life was over! </p><p> Several minutes passed and Jonathan began to make a weird sound from his throat. He did it a few times and began to stir. As the EMT’s were coming up our steps, I helped him sit up. He was dazed and did not know what was happening and why they were there. </p><p> I told him and the emergency personnel what had transpired, and they began an EKG. Within ten minutes, they took him by ambulance to the hospital.</p><p> I drove to the hospital by myself. On my way, I called each of our children to tell them that I thought their dad had a heart attack and he had been taken by ambulance to the hospital. They were difficult calls to make but necessary. I wasn’t sure how things were going to work out and they needed to be prepared. As I finished the last call, I pulled into the parking lot.</p><p> I walked up to the clerk in the emergency room and told her why I was there. The ambulance had not arrived yet. That frightened me a bit because they had left before me. Why weren’t they here? My imagination entertained the worst-case scenario: Jonathan was dead!</p><p> The nurse told me to sit and wait and they would allow me to come back when Jon arrived. I began to pray a rosary and reminded myself to stay in the present moment and out of the bad neighborhood of my imagination.</p><p> After about ten or fifteen minutes, they finally called me back. My husband was sitting in the bed, talking and kidding. Of course, I was pleased to see him that way, but felt perplexed at the same time. I knew what I had experienced in our home and now, except that we were in the E.R., he seemed perfectly himself. </p><p> Memories were coming back to him about what had happened: He felt warm, became dizzy and remembered seeing a light. The next thing he remembered was seeing the emergency personnel and wondering why they were there. </p><p> Our daughter and son-in-law arrived, and they were surprised to see how good he seemed. Jon immediately began to tell our daughter, who works with him, what needed to be done the next day. We were all pleasantly surprised that his memory seemed good, having been “out of it” for four to five minutes. Thank You, God!</p><p> We were in touch with our other children to keep them posted about Jon’s status and encouraged them to stay home. Initial testing done that night, ruled out certain things. It was decided to admit him to do further testing of his heart. </p><p> My husband continued to feel good and didn’t think they would find anything wrong. I, on the other hand, having witnessed what he went through, prayed like crazy that a cause would be found.</p><p> Thanks be to God; they performed a test that was conclusive. The doctor was able to replicate what happened that night. When he placed the electrical probe in a particular area in Jon’s heart, his heart stopped. Of course, they were prepared for this to happened and brought him back immediately. A defibrillator would be implanted. They could not fix the problem, but this would be a “life insurance” device that would operate if necessary.</p><p> I felt elated and so grateful to God that they were able to find the culprit and put in place a backup plan. They implanted the defibrillator, made sure it and my husband were good to go, and he was discharged later that evening. </p><p> We had arrived at the hospital on Monday evening, and he was discharged by Wednesday evening. Although I was happy with him being discharged, I had really hoped to have spoken to the surgeon. We both had questions to be answered to relieve some fears. Although we were given instructions and restrictions, I found myself becoming somewhat anxious.</p><p> Jonathan was happy to be home and looked forward to sleeping in our bed. He kidded that he was returning to the scene of the “event.” I just smiled wryly.</p><p> At mass the next morning, my eyes suddenly filled up with tears. The reality of all that had happened struck me hard. I had been thanking and praising God for bringing Jon back to me, but I began to worry. I tried to let it go, but the image of my husband’s lifeless body haunted me. I prayed and asked God for His help to focus on the miracle of Jonathan coming back to life without any human intervention. I was well aware that it was divine assistance, and wanting to praise God but I was caught in fear instead. </p><p> I began to hover over my husband and fear the worst when he was in another room and did not answer when I called. I was being tormented by the evil one who wanted to affect my relationship with God in a negative way. I seemed to be trapped in his snare.</p><p> I received the Sacrament of Reconciliation and confessed my struggles. The priest was very kind and gentle with me and gave me good counsel to guide me. I knew God’s grace was received, even if I didn’t feel any difference. </p><p> I was still struggling two days later and asked our pastor if I could receive the Sacrament of the Sick. Jon had received it to help him with his recovery. I knew I needed help in my recovery as well. </p><p> Emotionally I felt somewhat better by the end of the day, until a relational issue reared its ugly head. The fear returned. The devil did not want me to feel the peace of God and I allowed him to play havoc with me. I once again was running down the road of my imagination. I felt helpless and out of control. God, please help me!</p><p> I kept talking to family and friends and trying to heed their advice to be gentle with myself and not expect to be back to normal so soon. What I experienced was very traumatic and I needed to give myself some time to recover as well.</p><p> There was another concern that was plaguing me: a planned pilgrimage to France!! It was only five weeks away. Would he be allowed to go? Would he have the stamina needed by that time? How would the decision be made? How would we know if it were safe for him? Experiencing medical problems at home is bad enough, but let alone France, where English is not spoken. These thoughts added to my anxiousness. What is happening to me? Lord, please make it all clear!!!!</p><p> I decided to call the doctor to ask what he thought. We were told it would be discussed on Jon’s follow up visit, which is two weeks from out trip! </p><p> God was asking me to trust. He wanted me to let go of the fear and rest in Him. I’d like to say that happened easily, but it did not. I needed several more day of prayer, reassurance, talking to family, friends, and my husband. I needed to give myself the permission to cry and release all the anxiety and stress I was holding in. </p><p> God sent me three people who absolutely love me, along with my husband so I could reveal to them all that was going on inside of me. I needed to cry and allow myself to be human, remembering that God IS with me regardless of what happens. Papa showed me that startling night, when He brought my husband back to me. God also sent me three little signs to reassure me and teach me how intimately He is involved in my life. The first lifted an unnecessary burden I had been carrying. The second was just a sweet gift and the third was a hope that the pilgrimage may happen.</p><p> May I ask for your prayers that whatever is best for Jonathan, and I is what works out for our trip? Although I may be disappointed if we have to cancel, I truly do want what is best for us. God is the only one who knows that and He’s asking me to trust that He will work through the doctor in coming to a decision. </p><p> Please pray for a full recovery for my husband and me as well.</p><p> Please pray also, that I can allow God to be my rock and my stronghold and find rest in Him, allowing Him to be my hope!</p><p> “Trust in Him at all times, O my people! Pour out your hearts before Him; God is our refuge! <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Psalm 62:9</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-88411736560717914522023-09-06T13:13:00.002-04:002023-09-06T13:13:59.699-04:00Hold Nothing Back -- Give ALL<p> You will remember that in our Lord’s counsels for perfection: “Give not only thy coat but thy cloak also”; “Go not only one mile but other two.” He would have us know we are to be wholly forgetful of ourselves and consider only the other. He does not say: “Give thy cloak if thou canst possibly do without it”; “go other two miles if it is convenient, or if you are not too fatigued.” He would not have us consider ourselves in the least. This is generous love and nothing less worthy of a Carmelite soul. These counsels of our Lord are for those desiring perfection, for those who love Him enough to want to be perfect. He knows that such souls – real lovers – will only need to know His good pleasure. They do not consider the cost to themselves, unless it be to offer Him thanks that they can give Him something that does cost. <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mother Aloysius of the Blessed Sacrament</p><p><br /></p><p> Mother Aloysius is inviting us to heroic, generous love…to love as God has loved us…holding nothing back…and giving ALL!</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> We are to imitate the love of the Blessed Trinity: the Father pours Himself out completely to the Son…the Son pours Himself completely to the Father… and Their outpouring of love and complete Self-giving results in the Person of the Holy Spirit!</p><p> There is no thought of “self, but only of the “Other.” It is not doing only what needs to be done but doing more for love of God. We are to make Him present in the world through our selfless self-giving.</p><p> Being generous and selfless, does not come natural to most of us. We can do it for a stretch of time, when necessity calls, but doing it day in and day out, is quite difficult for us. Without the help and grace from God, we will fail. We must realize our limits and cling to God for His assistance, knowing He will not let us down. The Lord hears the cry of the poor!</p><p> Fr. Gabriel of St. Mary Magdalen tells us: “To become generous, we must first learn to forget ourselves, our own interest, our convenience, our own right, making no account of weariness or pain. We have but one thought: to give ourselves entirely to God and to souls. It desires nothing but to spend life, strength, and talents in serving God, knowing it is in the total gift of self that the greatest love consists. To become generous, we must learn to do with our whole heart, not only what is a duty, but also what, though not obligatory, will give more glory to God.”</p><p> St. Mother Teresa, a contemporary of our times once stated: “Give until it hurts … and then give some more.” This is the perfection that Mother Aloysius is calling us to carry out and witness to our world. It will cost us a great deal, both physically and emotionally, bringing the love of God to those we encounter.</p><p> Keeping our focus on God and our tremendous love for Him, as well as His love for us, will help us to move toward this generous self-giving. Begin by doing everything for God. Do it with love and to the best of your ability. Start with family members. Work without grumbling or complaining. Smile a bit more. See Christ present in them. Add little gestures of kindness, expecting nothing in return. Ask God to pour His love into your heart to enable you to continue to give selflessly. Remind yourself you are doing this for love of God and not for those you are serving. When you feel like it is becoming more natural to you, open wide your scope of people, little by little until, by God’s grace and your cooperation, it becomes a way of life. God will stretch out your heart, pouring His love into it, enabling you to love more as He does.</p><p> As we become more selfless and generous, we will become more aware of the ways God is calling us to love. God will know that we have become “such a soul – real lovers – who only need to know His good pleasure,” and then with a heart full of love, will do whatever He tells them. This call to perfection can only be carried out by a magnanimous soul: one who loves God enough to give “whether it is convenient or not, wholly forgetting ourselves and only thinking of the other.”</p><p> We are talking about the action of saints: living heroic virtue for the love of God and neighbor! We will not be able to achieve this without the grace of God and our openness to act with it, along with a deep desire “to be perfect as your heavenly Father is perfect” Mt 5:48.</p><p> Let us ask God to instill within our souls a profound hunger to move towards His call to perfection by imitating God’s perfect love and giving without counting the cost. </p><p> May Mother Aloysius intercede for us to achieve this lofty goal.</p><p> “You will be enriched in every way so that you can be generous on every occasion.” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> 2 Corinthians 9:11.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-38411637310644501022023-08-27T15:15:00.000-04:002023-08-27T15:15:03.320-04:00Be Strong with Fortitude<p> Kneeling, and with my hands raised to heaven, I pour out my heart to God in prayer. I pray for His guidance, claim His love, and surrender my heart. I vow to run His race and ask that His will be done in me and through me. And then it happens. I become complacent, challenges and trials come, and my once-bold heart winces. In an instant, my willingness to do His will loses its zealousness. Oh, to have the fortitude of Saint John the Baptist. <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Jennifer Hubbard</p><p><br /></p><p> As I read Jennifer’s reflection, her words resonated deep within my being. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I too have admired Saint John the Baptist, for most of my adult life. He knew his mission. He was not swayed by obstacles or persecution. He was determined to fulfill his task. He was faithful to the end and never denied Christ. This cost him greatly. He died to his own will, was imprisoned and was martyred rather than stray from the path God had set before him. He was truly filled with the virtue of fortitude.</p><p> According to Fr. Gabriel of St. Mary Magdalen, “fortitude enables us to face and bear whatever difficulty, whatever hardship or sacrifice we may encounter in the fulfillment of duty. A soul that possesses the virtue of fortitude is well armed and cannot be frightened by ay struggle, temptation, or other obstacle; rather in the midst of all this, it remains in peaceful security because its strength comes from God Himself.”</p><p> It is clear, Saint John did not rely on himself to carry out God’s plan. He knew he needed to be obedient and depended on God’s help to achieve it. His face was set like flint, making straight the path for the Lord.</p><p> Unbeknown to me, I had been struggling with the idea of self-sufficiency, for a few days. It didn’t occur to me until I was speaking with my sister Rachael. I expressed to her the difficulty I was having, in examining my conscience. I attributed it to being three weeks instead of my usual two since my last confession. </p><p> Rachael did not have that problem. She shared how she always relies on the Holy Spirit and Our Lady to help her to see her sins and failings and is at peace with what is revealed. Although I always pray to know my sins, I did not have her confidence and it seemed like I was depending more upon myself to “remember.”</p><p> Self-reliance was also exhibiting itself in an area of a sacrifice I was making for a special intention. It was almost two weeks since I had begun, and for the most part, it had been relatively easy. I had felt certain that my sacrifice, coupled with Masses being offered for my intention, would in fact, make a world of a difference. Doubt had come into play. I was now beginning to be plagued with thoughts by the evil one that my sacrifice would not really make a difference. Why would it, he whispered. He was taunting me, and I was becoming weak. I was now trying to “white knuckle” it instead of relying on God for help.</p><p> Pride is a sister to self-reliance and accompanies her into our hearts. She was showing her presence in various ways: my way is best, how can they think like that, I want it now, I don’t want to ask, I want it the way I want it! Pride was trying her best to infiltrate my thoughts and affect my behavior…or at the least, turn me inward.</p><p> After reading the reflection, my heart had been stirred, making me aware that I needed to plead to God for help. I asked Saint John to intercede for me as well, so that I could decrease and allow God to increase in me. Although I knew how much I depended upon God and His grace, I had become sidetracked, one way or another. </p><p> It seemed like I was becoming distracted by trying to “stay the course.” My focus had shifted upon myself. I had invertedly, taken my eyes off of Jesus. Clinging to His will and depending upon Him for the grace to carry it out was being neglected. I needed the virtue of fortitude and humility to place my confidence once again in God, knowing that sanctity is His desire for me. He was waiting to be asked.</p><p> “This is the will of God, your holiness.” 1Thesslaonians 4:3</p><p> We are assured by God in holy scripture that holiness is God’s will for us. Our holiness lies in carrying out our vocation to the best of our ability. God’s grace is there to enable us to do just that. We can depend and rely on that very fact, but we must do our part and cooperate with the grace to make it operative in our lives.</p><p> I became aware of this fact and went to a quiet place to ask the Holy Spirit and Our Lady to help me to see my sins and make a good confession. My prayers were answered as my sins were revealed. I repented of my sins in the Sacrament of Reconciliation, received absolution, along with the grace to begin again.</p><p> Being faithful day in and day out, to live our vocations faithfully and with fortitude can only be done with God’s help. We must not become discouraged or disheartened when we fail. God is there to pick us up, enabling us to start again. We are not loved less, in fact, it’s our faults and failures that make us in need of a Savior. God is delighted to pour His love and mercy upon us in abundance. We must pray for the virtue of fortitude and expect to receive it from our Papa. </p><p> Instead of becoming self-reliant when challenges and trials occur, rely on God and His strength. Walk then in the confidence that He will give you all you need to accomplish your task.</p><p> “For You are my hope, O Lord; my trust, O God, from my youth. On You I depend from birth; from my mother’s womb You are my strength.”<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Psalm 71: 5-6<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> Saint John the Baptist, pray for us!<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-58049337961641956632023-08-15T15:53:00.000-04:002023-08-15T15:53:04.654-04:00The Assumption of Mary<p> <span style="text-align: center;">Oh, my Dear Sweet Glorious Mother</span></p><p><span style="text-align: center;">You who were not God</span></p><p>Followed His will so completely and generously</p><p>As no human had done before and none since.</p><p>You who were so wrapped up in God</p><p>And not in self</p><p>Became Eucharist and gave all</p><p>So that He who was All</p><p>Could become Eucharist for us.</p><p>You surrendered yourself to God</p><p>So He in turn</p><p>Could surrender Himself to us.</p><p>You gave us your Son and we killed Him….</p><p>And still you stood by us</p><p>Giving birth to us to new life.</p><p>Help me my Mother!</p><p>Help me to let go of self as you did.</p><p>Help me to surrender my will</p><p>So I may resemble you and your Son Jesus.</p><p>Help me not to fear the dying I must do</p><p>In order to live fully in Christ.</p><p>As you imitated Father, Son and Spirit in their self giving</p><p>Help me to do the same</p><p>In all the big and small ways that come into my daily life.</p><p>Help me to abandon myself</p><p>And become so wrapped up in God as you were</p><p>That I, like you, forget myself.</p><p>O Sweet Mother of Humility</p><p>God could not resist sweeping you up to heaven to Himself</p><p>To be the Bride</p><p>Pure and spotless and radiant in beauty</p><p><span style="text-align: center;">The perfect honor of our race.</span></p><p>Help me, your daughter,</p><p>To resemble, even slightly, the Mother,</p><p>So that God cannot resist me also.</p><p>Mary, Queen of Heaven,</p><p>Pray for me!</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-67232440692724577932023-08-01T14:56:00.005-04:002023-08-01T20:28:49.463-04:00A Hellish Storm<p> “He got into a boat and His disciples followed Him. Suddenly a violent storm came up on the sea, so that the boat was being swamped by waves; but He was asleep.” Matthew 8:23-24</p><p><br /></p><p> Although it had been hot, it was a beautiful day! The sky was a lovely color of blue: much like our Lady’s mantle.</p><p> It was after dinner and my husband, and I began to pray our daily rosary. As we sat on our sectional, looking out at the beautiful evening sky, quite suddenly and unexpectedly, a huge dark black cloud began to appear from the west. It was moving very quickly, and the stunning blue sky was being devoured by the darkness that was overtaking it. The wind began to blow. In no time it became a violent wind, threatening everything that lay in its path. Torrents of rain fell from the heavens. Lightning lit up the darkness while thunder bellowed, making its presence known!</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> We continued to pray as we watched the ferocious storm from the comfort of our family room and asked that the angels protect those we love, as well as our property that was being assaulted by this hellish storm.</p><p> The intensity of the tempest lasted about an hour. When it was over, the sky was transformed to a beautiful blue and the sun shone brightly. Except for a few things tossed about and several puddles, it was a lovely evening once again.</p><p> Spiritually, the violence of the storm resonated in my soul. I had been struggling for some time, but initially it was more like a drip of water falling moment after moment on a rock. It didn’t do much damage to begin with, but its consistency and persistence, was beginning to make its mark and take its toll on my spirit. </p><p> The day of the storm, the large black clouds were filling my soul. I could not find peace. I was restless once more. </p><p> My self-love was exerting itself, trying its best to get my attention to fulfill what it saw as its needs. Weeks ago, when this unrest began, I was able to say no. As time went on, I was losing my strength and began to try to fill its demands. </p><p> In my head, I knew that only God could fill me, yet I felt empty and unsatisfied. If God was filling me, it didn’t feel like it. </p><p> Throughout this time of testing, I kept trying to cling to God: daily Mass and Holy Communion, visits to the Blessed Sacrament, times of quiet and vocal prayer, and ejaculations throughout the day. I tried to write but was not able to do so, so I read spiritual books instead. </p><p> I was also doing my housework, gardening, keeping in touch with family and friends, having company for dinner and trying my best to ignore what was becoming a suffering.</p><p> When I’m in this “mode” it seems like the multitude of everyday annoyances, which I can usually ignore, become big and bothersome! You know, the old making a mountain out of a molehill. </p><p> This is never good, because then I begin to think that I have to take things into my own hands. I try to make up for what I believe I’m not receiving or being deprived. Truth be told, no matter what it is I try to do to “fix” the problem, it just doesn’t work. Instead, I’ve wasted time and effort by trying to fill an endless, infinite hole with something finite which never does the job. The storm within was raging!</p><p> I could not stand myself, so I went to the chapel to beg God to help me. I still could not find peace. I then went into church to receive the Sacrament of Reconciliation. I babbled my sins to a priest who did not know me and felt desperate for God’s peace to return to my soul. He gave me my penance and absolution, and although I did not feel any different, I knew God’s grace had been received.</p><p> The next day was pretty much the same. I was still struggling. </p><p> Near evening, while talking with a friend, I was trying to wrap my head around it all. In our conversation, we realized that the enemy does not want us to grow in our relationship with God and will do what he can to wear us down. He knows all of our weaknesses and does his best to get us to believe that God cannot be trusted. He wants us to think that God will not take care of us and that we have to take care of ourselves. He shouts to us that the Father cannot be trusted; He will fail us; God does not love us!</p><p> This is what the devil did to our first parents: CCC 397- Man, tempted by the devil, let his trust in his Creator die in his heart and, abusing his freedom, disobeyed God’s command. This is what man’s first sin consisted of. All subsequent sin would be disobedience toward God and lack of trust in His goodness. </p><p> After our conversation, I began to ponder my actions the last number weeks to see if I could pinpoint just when the turmoil began. </p><p> The first thing I noted was that I did not have the amount of private time that I often have. My husband had not been working as much, and we had a lot more time together than usual. I truly enjoy spending time with him, but spiritually I was not in a good place. On top of that, I had really pushed myself several times to do more than I should have and was exhausted a number of times. I know that I do not “recover” like I used to “back in the day,” and I can see how that would have contributed to my “self-love” poking up its ugly head. There were a few other factors which made me feel as though I needed to be self-sufficient. I was getting weaker by the moment…thus the violent storm. I felt as though all hell was vying for my soul!</p><p> CCC 409: This dramatic situation of “the whole world (which) is in the power of the evil one” makes man’s life a battle: The whole of man’s history has been the story of dour combat with the powers of evil, stretching, so our Lord tells us, from the very dawn of history until the last day. Finding himself in the midst of the battlefield man has to struggle to do what is right, and it is at great cost to himself, and aided by God’s grace, that he succeeds in achieving his own inner integrity.”</p><p> This was not something new to me: I have been caught up in spiritual storms before, robbing me of peace. My friend pointed out that the devil “stirs the pot,” and now that I am writing again, he stops me in my tracks. I may try to write, but find I am unable. My mind is muddied and confused. Confusion is never from God. The devil is delighted when he keeps me from writing. After all, I’m writing about God…his fiercest enemy! She later sent me a quote from Loreno Scupoli to confirm her thoughts: “The devil does his upmost to banish peace from one’s heart, because he knows that God abides in peace, and it is in peace that He accomplishes great things.”</p><p> Now please don’t think I’m saying that God is accomplishing great things through Avia Joy, because I truly do not know just how it is impacting people. I do receive feedback every now and then telling me how a particular blogpost truly helped someone, but that does not happen very often. </p><p> What I know is that I am doing what I can to cooperate with God to write when He inspires me to do so, and what He inspires me to write. He is in charge of anointing the words and getting it to whomever He wants to read it. </p><p> I am both humbled and honored to be His little instrument. </p><p> Clinging to the truth that we can trust God is essential, if we are to remain in His peace. Only then will we be able to accomplish His great work...becoming holy.</p><p> In the meantime, we must remember that we are at war. The stakes are high. The enemy is waiting to catch us up, but God has already won the battle! Our place is to hold fast, cling to Him and believe that we will never be overcome. Even when to our eye things don't seem ideal, God IS orchestrating all, along with the grace to overcome ourselves, or to endure. Our good God WILL provide and can be trusted. We can take Him at His word. We have to realize that our timing and His are often different. He may appear to be sleeping, but we are NOT alone.</p><p> “We hold this treasure in earthly vessels, that the surpassing power may be of God and not from us. We are afflicted in every way, but not constrained; perplexed but not driven to despair; persecuted, but not abandoned; struck down, but not destroyed; always carrying about in the body the dying of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may also be manifested in our body. For we who live are constantly being given up to death for the sake of Jesus, so that the life of Jesus may be manifested in our mortal flesh." <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> 2 Corinthians 4:7-11.</p><p> God has restored my peace and for that I am grateful. I must be aware in the future, that when the persistent little drip of water begins again, not to allow my self-love to take charge. I must pray that God will put self-love to death, so I may truly allow the life of Christ to reign in me. </p><p> “They came and woke Him saying, ‘Lord, save us! We are perishing!’ He said to them, ‘Why are you terrified, O you of little faith?’ Then He got up, rebuked the winds and the sea, and there was great calm.” Matthew 8: 25-26</p><p> All praise and glory to God! </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-58664894405026735882023-07-17T14:04:00.032-04:002023-07-18T11:02:01.668-04:00TRUST ME<p> “Do you believe that I am the Son of God? And do you believe that I died for all men and women and that I rose from the dead? Then why do you continue to be distracted and anxious about your loved ones? Do they not also belong to me? Would I refuse to work in their lives just as I work in yours? I have not put you in charge of saving them. Your task is to love, to forgive, to pray for them and to turn them over to Me. Come closer to Me yourself and I will do the rest. TRUST Me!" <span> </span><span style="white-space: pre;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>Author Unknown</p><p><br /></p><p> As I entered our adoration chapel, I saw a dear friend. We hadn’t seen one another for a little while because she’d been away, visiting family. No one but Jesus was in the chapel, so I bent down to give her a long overdue hug and welcomed her back.</p><p> I sat next to her, and she asked me about my cares and concerns. When she was away, I had texted her, to ask for prayers: I was experiencing spiritual suffering. She is a mighty intercessor, and I knew her prayers would make a difference. Although I was uniting my suffering for my special concerns with Jesus, it was still very difficult. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> So many people have drifted from the Church. It is a suffering unlike any other. It is something never expected in life’s experience. At different times of the year, it is harder than others: Christmas, Easter, special holy days that come and go without any acknowledgement on their part of the God who loves them so, holds them all in their very existence…and is the true reason for our celebration in the first place.</p><p> Although there is deep assurance and certainty that God WILL answer this prayer intention, discouraging and disheartened thoughts abound. KNOWING we are praying for what IS God’s will should bring comfort, but our timing and His are obviously much different. He assures us in holy scripture: “My sheep hear my voice…I give them eternal life, and they will never perish” John 10:27-28.</p><p> My friend declared that when we pray, to praise God with the realization that it IS going to happen. She said to have the holy audacity that St. Therese had with God and not to allow our negative feelings or impatience to rule us. If we feel ourselves discouraged, we are to remind ourselves that what we want, God wants even more that we do. Receive our sufferings as a gift from God and rejoice that He would allow us to assist Him in this mighty work.</p><p> As she spoke, a memory was sparked of speaking with a woman who was heartsick because her children were away from the Church. I reminded her that as mothers, we had to experience suffering in labor to give physical birth to our children. As they grow, we get to unite our suffering with Jesus’, as we labor with Him to give spiritual life to them. This truly IS a privilege, and we must always remember it WILL eventually bear fruit.</p><p> In the wintertime, when everything is stark and looks quite dead, much is happening that we are unable to see. It is often the way God works with us. </p><p> It is quite rare that someone has an instant conversion. It is usually seed, upon seed, upon seed that is planted, deep within their souls. God uses different people to water it, fertilize it and do whatever is necessary. Each conversion story has its twists and turns and is unique as each of God’s children. This all takes time. </p><p> Waiting is difficult. We are so used to things being done at our good pleasure. It appears as though God is trying to remind us that we all have a journey. He IS accompanying each of us. We did not always follow His lead, or His way. We too made detours and mistakes. There were lessons and experiences that we all had to undergo to get to the place where we are now…and we haven’t arrived ourselves. There are still so many ways we need to be pruned and purified to become the woman or man God has called us to be from all eternity. God is patient with us. We must be patient with God, His timing, His ways, and trust. He IS working in our lives and in the lives of those we love.</p><p> Rather than looking at ourselves and our pain, let us instead, look at the broken heart of our good God! He is the one suffering so! The trillions who have denied, rejected, ridiculed, forgotten and who knows what else, they have done to Him? Our suffering is miniscule to God’s.</p><p> Let us remember the parable of the prodigal son, and spend time with Papa, looking out on the road for all those who need to return to Him. Let us sit with Him and soothe His heart with loving words. Let us try to make up for all of those who have forgotten Him by offering up our sufferings and sacrifices to bring ALL of God’s children back to Him. May we remember, He sent His Son Jesus, for this very purpose, so we all could be one and be united with Him in heaven. </p><p> Spend time with our dear sweet Jesus. Stand at the foot of His cross with Our Lady, St. John, St. Mary Magdalen and the holy women. Comfort Him. Offer Him your love and consolation. Offer your tears and sorrow as a gift to make up for all those who do not know Him, ignore Him or are just too busy to even think about Him. Ask Jesus to send His Holy Spirit to enlighten them to the truth of what He did for them...may they KNOW they are in need of a Savior...and may they come to love Him with all their hearts!</p><p> Let us give Father, Son and Holy Spirit, our love, our hearts and most of all, our trust, knowing God WILL bring back all those who have strayed. </p><p> “The Lord God says, ‘I Myself will be their Shepherd. I will search for my sheep and take care of them. If a shepherd is with his sheep when they begin to wander away, he will go searching for them. In the same way I will search for My sheep. I will save them and bring them back from all the places where they were scattered on that dark and cloudy day.” Ezekiel 34: 11-13</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-69168667573094777322023-07-10T16:06:00.000-04:002023-07-10T16:06:22.340-04:00An Unquenchable Thirst<p> “We shall be haunted by a nostalgia for divine things, by a homesickness for God which is not eased in this world even by the presence of God." <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Caryll Houselander</p><p><br /></p><p> This very feeling or “homesickness for God,” is something that we all experience…religious or not and fail to recognize it as such.</p><p> We mistake its source and find ourselves trying to “fill up” or take away the feeling with endless activity, food, drink, tv, social media, family, friends and whatever. The truth of the matter is the more we try, the more frustrated and unsatisfied we become…</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> It is not something that will go away in this life because we were made for another place all together. We are created for eternity and finite things will never suffice.</p><p> These feelings had been accentuated in me recently, by the death of my friend. </p><p> The nostalgia for God was palpable and could not be satisfied. </p><p> It reveals itself to me as an unrest, a longing, a yearning, an emptiness that seems vast and endless. I am unable to fill it, not matter how I try. I was trying to “make friends” with it, but could not.</p><p> “Like the deer that yearns for running streams, so my soul is yearning for You, my God. My soul is thirsting for God, the God of my life; when can I enter and see the face of God?” Psalm 42:2-3</p><p> I felt as though I was going through all the motions of life, in automatic pilot, trying my best to do it all for the glory of God, but was unsure if He was aware of me at all.</p><p> This feeling was not new to me. But what made it more difficult was the grief I was experiencing along with it. </p><p> Thanks be to God, I have learned in these times of desolation, to keep doing the spiritual practices that are part of my life: daily Mass and Holy Communion, frequent confession, visits to the Blessed Sacrament, and staying close to spiritual friends for assistance and asking for prayers.</p><p> Being involved in planning Miriam’s funeral Mass was a good thing for me. It was important that I try to “capture” her in the scripture as well as the in music. I wanted this to be a tribute to her life and her walk with God…and I believe my goal was met.</p><p> Greeting her friends whose lives she touched, hearing the stories and sharing my own, made me look at my own life’s journey. I found myself thanking God for the fact that my Catholic faith had always played a part in my life; in my decisions and the way I lived.</p><p> Miriam entered the Catholic Church seven years ago. A regret that she mentioned often. She wondered why it had taken her so long.</p><p> Yet that yearning, that restlessness that I’m speaking about, is something she too spoke of often. When experienced before her conversion, she couldn’t understand its’ meaning. </p><p> Even after her conversion and immersion in the Church and her continued thirst to find out all she could about this God, who had relentlessly pursued her, she still struggled…as we all do. Her thirst, like all of ours, went unsatisfied and her questions unanswered…the restlessness had not abated.</p><p> But she was faithful to God and continued to pursue Him, believing even when it was difficult. God was now her life and she had finally found a home, with Him and His Church, the Body of Christ. </p><p> I prayed that she was now at peace and all her questions answered. I also asked that she intercede for me, to help me be at peace with this feeling of unrest. This feeling that we all wrestle with from time to time.</p><p> The feeling of unrest was still present, as I drove to the chapel the day following the funeral, to visit my dear sweet Jesus, truly present in the Blessed Sacrament. I prayed as I drove and continued to question Him about my unrest. The thought came into my mind:<i> “You do realize, don’t you, what you are experiencing? It is your longing for Me that will never be filled in this life. But you look at it as a burden. That is not how I want you to see it. It is My gift to you. You know Me and love Me. You know your home is not here. You will never be completely satisfied here on earth. That is okay. It’s how it should be. Be at peace! Accept this as a gift. I am asking you to unite your suffering with Mine. I want you to do this for all those who have this feeling and do not recognize what it truly is. Do it for those who know and love me…but most especially for those who do not. They live life as though I do not exit and try to fill this feeling with people and things of this world. Receive this gift as something precious from Me. Doing this will not make the feeling go away, but it will give you another way to love Me.”</i></p><p> I arrived at the chapel still experiencing my longing, but now everything had changed. I felt known, loved and validated. God did see me and recognized my struggle. My faith and love for Him had guided me to see and understand His ways and the beautiful invitation He was bestowing upon me. </p><p> As I sat with Jesus in the chapel, I praised and thanked Him for this understanding. I thanked Him for this new way to love Him. I thanked Him for my relationship with the Blessed Three, Our Lady and all the saints and angels in heaven. I was grateful for my long journey with Them and the feeling of being very blessed and cherished. Being chosen is humbling. </p><p> Several passages from the Gospel came to mind: “At that time, Jesus exclaimed: ‘I give praise to You, Father, Lord of heaven and earth, for although You have hidden these things from the wise and the learned You have revealed them to the little ones” Matthew 11:25. </p><p> I was one of His “little ones.” In His great love for me, God blessed me with many secrets of the kingdom. I smiled.</p><p> The last paragraph of the Gospel was an invitation I could not refuse and one for which I am eternally grateful: “Come to Me, all you who labor and are burdened, and I will give you rest. Take My yoke upon you and learn from Me, for I am meek and humble of heart; and you will find rest for yourselves. For My yoke is easy, and My burden is light” Matthew 11: 28-30.</p><p> As I sat there soaking in the love and grace of God, I asked for the grace to always remember with whom I am yoked…even when He feels so very far away in heaven.</p><p> “Father in heaven, when Your strength takes possession of us, we no longer say: Why are you cast down, my soul? So now that the surging waves of your indignation have passed over us, let us feel the healing calm of Your forgiveness. Inspire us to yearn for You always, like the deer for running streams, until You satisfy every longing in heaven.” Psalm prayer Monday morning week II</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-48782086456657747912023-07-06T20:01:00.002-04:002023-07-07T15:45:33.703-04:00Companions on the Journey<p> “There is a space formed by the particular shape of our life. It is meant for God Himself to indwell. This must be felt as a lack…and it comes about through daily circumstances. It may be caused by a cavern of a lonely heart, the ache of a lost one, the yearning that comes from ‘not yet being home.’ In truth we are to glory in this emptiness—for it is the price we pay for such an immense dignity. To wait in courage for God to fill our particular emptiness is one of the most profound of love's acts." <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Ed Colin</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> It was Monday, and I had received news about the death of a dear friend. I was saddened by the sudden loss, but not surprised. Miriam’s health had been failing the last number of months, but she was still able to function fairly well and pushed herself to act as though “all was well.”</p><p> We had met a good number of years ago, when she was in RCIA. She had come to church one evening to attend a devotion, which I was leading, and I welcomed her with open arms.</p><p> We became fast friends from that point. In no time, my husband and I welcomed her into our home and hearts. </p><p> Miriam called herself a baby Catholic. She was always hungry to learn everything she could about our faith. She was always asking questions about things she didn’t understand or things she struggled to believe. </p><p> She was a faithful adorer of the Blessed Sacrament and spent hours with Jesus. She was a greeter at our Saturday vigil Mass, and the priests and parishioners were family to her. Miriam was widowed and had no children, so she truly cherished her friends and was not shy about making that fact known.</p><p> I cried at the loss of my friend and hoped she was at peace. I remembered the Divine Mercy chaplet would be prayed in our chapel, later that day. Although I had prayed one already for her, I wanted to pray in the chapel with other parishioners, for the repose of her soul.</p><p> A woman 20 years my senior leads the chaplet. Seraphina is a beautiful woman of faith and lives her life fully. Widowed now, she is still able to live in her home, drive, attend daily Mass and adoration time, spend time with family and friends and does what she can to help others. She even made a pilgrimage last fall and is planning another this year.</p><p> I told her about the sudden death of Miriam, our fellow parishioner. Seraphina offered her sincere condolences and included Miriam in the chaplet. I was feeling somewhat sad and vulnerable. The sudden loss of Miriam seemed to rekindle the pain of missing my sister Sarah. It is seven months since she entered eternal life. There was a part of me that envied the fact that the troubles of this life were no longer a burden for Sarah and Miriam. I was also feeling discouraged. I have many serious prayer intentions. I’ve been praying forever for things to change for the better and to me, they still seem very much unanswered. It felt to me as though my lack of faith just maybe was an obstacle to receiving a favorable answer. I was extremely discouraged and disheartened. My longing for God was strong. I knew I needed His grace and encouragement.</p><p> Looking at Seraphina, I wondered if I could live my life fully for another 20 years or more if that was indeed part of God’s plan for me. There was so very much for me to live for and look forward to, but it just didn’t “feel” like it that day. I shared with her my thoughts and told her how very much I admired her and wondered what was her secret to living life to the full?</p><p> She attributed it all to God, along with the influence of an aunt who had been such a positive role model in her life. I asked her if she ever got weary or tired of all the ups and downs of life. She said that although she has her moments, she cries, gets it all out and then hands the worry over to God. She lets Him take care of it.</p><p> Seraphina shared that although she wonders why God hasn’t taken her yet, she is prepared and looks forward to spending eternity with Him.</p><p> As I sat there listening, I felt inspired to ask this very graced woman to please give me a blessing. She seemed taken aback and surprised, but I gently asked again. She humbly agreed.</p><p> I sat before her, while she stood and placed her hands upon my head. Seraphina began to pray out loud and beseech God for specific blessings upon me. Tears filled both of our eyes. This was a very special and holy moment. I had come to the chapel to pray for my deceased friend, and I was the one who was blessed. It truly felt like a gift from heaven.</p><p> God places people in our lives. Some relationships are fleeting and some much longer. They all play a part in our life for the good or the bad. We never know the way we will impact someone’s life or how someone will impact ours. </p><p> That day, when I was feeling so low, God sent someone to act as an angel to me, to lift my spirit and encourage me. I know, at times, I have been that angel to someone. You too have been that angel. As the body of Christ, His Church, we need to lift one another with the love we receive from God to carry on and not become discouraged.</p><p> In our fallen world, with all its ups and downs, we need “hope” to be dangled before our eyes like a prize, encouraging us to take the next step and give our best. We know we are not alone, and God and His grace are with us always. A smile you give, a phone call you make, can lift someone when they are tempted to give up.</p><p> About 10 days before Miriam died, she had been on my mind a lot. It was a busy, crazy day, but I decided to give her a call. I got her answering machine and left a message that I loved her, missed her and hoped she was well.</p><p> The following day, she called to tell me that my call reassured her that “<i>There is a God!</i>” My message lifted her spirit in a miraculous way. She conveyed to me emphatically that she could never express, just what the call meant to her.</p><p> I whispered a “thank you” to God…because at times, I do not always respond to that little inspiration. I only got to talk to my friend once more before her death. I am truly grateful to God for that gift.</p><p> I left the chapel that day ready to continue my journey on earth for as long as the good Lord sees fit. My feeling of emptiness, the yearning for God is something I need to befriend. It is a reminder to me and to all of us that we are just pilgrims and sojourners on this earth. Our true home is in heaven and our deepest desire is for union with God. We are His children and the ache and lack is a homesickness that cannot be filled here on earth.</p><p> One day when it is “our time,” Jesus will come for each of us and take us home. We will be united with God; all the angels and saints and that longing will finally cease in our hearts. We will once again see all our loved ones and be reunited with those who have gone before us. Our journey will be complete. Until that time, we must try to surrender completely to God’s holy will and plan,<i> knowing it is what’s best!</i></p><p> “Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, the Father of compassion and God of all encouragement, who encourages us in our every affliction, so that we may be able to encourage those who are in any affliction with the encouragement with which we ourselves are encouraged by God”<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> 2 Corinthians 1:3-4.</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-17999442759384729222023-06-24T15:42:00.006-04:002023-06-24T15:49:58.469-04:00He Must Increase; I Must Decrease<p> “So many hours of work and now it is ruined—but it isn’t really so at all. Every stitch was taken for Jesus and was an offering of love to Him, but He wanted so much more. He wanted it all to come to nothing to see if it really was wholly for Him.” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Mother Aloysius of the Blessed Sacrament</p><p><br /></p><p> I like to have control. I like to be in control! That’s correct. You’ve heard right. I’ve admitted it. I’ve said it out loud in this vast blogsphere. So, writing a spiritual blog at times for me, is very difficult.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I do not have total control of any of this. God does.</p><p> He gives me the inspiration, the ideas, a specific word that I’m not always familiar with, scripture verses, and then after the first draft, different things He’d like me to add.</p><p> I go back to the post and add, delete and re-read everything, hoping it all makes sense.</p><p> I then depend upon one of my two editors to help me to tweak it before publishing, which often doesn’t fit into the time frame I had in mind. Let’s face it, they have a life outside of helping me with a new post…and the sun will come up even if the post has to wait a day or two to be published.</p><p> I find it hard to believe that being a mother of five children, with a husband who is “on call” day or night for the last 50 years, would entertain the idea of ever having control over anyone or anything!</p><p> And I truly know that I don’t. Much like yours, my day can still change abruptly, and I can be into plan G before long. In many ways out of necessity, I’ve learned to roll with the punches, but there are still times when I just don’t…and I don’t care to either. I want everything to go on schedule. I want it to happen in a timely matter. I want order! </p><p> For the past 6 months, things have been moving along relatively well with writing. God had filled me with ideas, opened the time and was being fairly regular about “showing up.”</p><p> I, of course, was delighted and was happy to cooperate. It seemed like there was a rhythm to it and for the most part, I felt in-sync with God’s timing.</p><p> There would be an occasional glitch that I’d experience every now and then, but I usually didn’t lose my peace over it. I took it as a little reminder from Papa that this was “His” baby, not mine. I had my part, and He had His. I needed to look toward Him and follow His lead and not think I was the one in control.</p><p> So, what happened if I feel the need to write about this particular subject? What changed in my mindset with the blog?</p><p> Several days ago, I began to receive two different inspirations about a topic on which to write. It was getting close to a week since I had published the last post and I had the time, so I thought I’d give it a shot. </p><p> I started to gather my thoughts on the first idea and was doing what I usually do when I write. I pray and listen for guidance and direction. </p><p> I could feel myself becoming frustrated. I didn’t like the direction it was going. It just was not working, and I did not see it being “the one.”</p><p> Okay. Let’s try inspiration #2. </p><p> Once again, I prayed for guidance and direction and began to write. It felt strained and forced. I could not make it work. It didn’t flow. I felt like I was just rambling. </p><p> I felt quite annoyed with myself! I was upset with the time I had wasted. There were certainly other things I could have done instead of writing that went nowhere. And the funny thing about it all was that the second subject I had written on, disappeared somewhere on my computer and I could not even retrieve it to see if it was worth salvaging for another time.</p><p> I was very worked up! I could not gain the time I had lost. My time was very precious to me. I had done what I thought God was asking me to do, yet I came up empty handed. I almost felt like I had been tricked into writing because it seemed like it usually does when I follow what I thought was God’s lead. I felt confused.</p><p> Before I had begun to write, I had spoken with both friends who help me edit and asked for their prayers for direction and guidance. They both had texted me at some point, to see how it was going. </p><p> I expressed my frustration and annoyance with my fruitless effort. They both seemed pretty much at peace with it, reminding me that it would come when it was time. </p><p> I needed to continue to cooperate to the promptings I received. Afterall, I did do what I believed God was asking of me. Was it really a waste of time?</p><p> As I thought about it, I replied that obedience is always what I’m called to do. How God uses my time, is really up to Him. Maybe He is trying to remind me that He is the one leading and I’m just His instrument. He calls me and I am to trust Him to use that time as He sees best. My life and my time are His. God’s focus is not on the blog, but on using it to bring myself and others to sanctity. Only He knows the way to bring that about…I certainly do not! I got stuck on the fact that it seemed so easy these past 6 months and maybe this was a lesson He knew I needed to learn. </p><p> God the Father once told St. Catherine of Siena that He is God, and she is not. This is something I need to remind myself over and over again. I can do my best to try to orchestrate things, be prepared and organize life the way I’d like it to be, but I do not have the power to make that happen… I’m truly grateful that I do not. I have no idea of how the next moment will unfold, let alone the months and years that lie ahead. </p><p> I have to continue to look to God and be obedient to whatever it is that I believe He is asking me to do and allow Him to handle the results. My time is never wasted when I am doing what I think He is asking me to do. I must try my best to surrender the results to God and regain or remain in peace. </p><p> Papa is using the blog to teach me life lessons. It’s not just about writing, but about everything in my life and relationship with Him: love, trust, surrender and obedience. </p><p> I give God glory by always trying my best, doing what I believe He’s asking me to do, and allow Him to bring the best results from the effort I put forth. </p><p> What matters is that I am faithful to following His will. </p><p> That is what Jesus did. It is what He lived to do. It is what He died doing. </p><p> “My food is to do the will of the One who sent Me, and to finish His work” John 4:34.</p><p> Jesus did not look like a success when He died upon the cross: His own apostle handed Him over, His people had rejected Him, His apostles had all fled but one, He hung between two criminals. </p><p> But this was Jesus’ triumph! He overcame the “no” of Adam, by His own “yes” to His Father and destroyed death and sin. He opened the gates of heaven to us, enabling us to one day, return to the Father and be reunited with Him.</p><p> Even when I finish my work with a blank page or lose it somewhere on my computer because of my own failing, I must always remember to begin my task by making “every stitch for Jesus as an offering of love for Him,” and allow Him to do with it whatever He wills.</p><p> “Though I thought I had toiled I vain, and for nothing, uselessly, spent my strength, yet my reward is with the Lord, my recompense is with my God” Isaiah 49:4.</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-76623658391114083092023-06-16T12:46:00.000-04:002023-06-16T12:46:05.046-04:00Acquiesce to the Sovereign Director of Souls<p> “The divine activity permeates the whole universe, it pervades every creature; wherever they are it is there; it goes before them, with them, and it follows them; all they have to do is let the waves bear them on. Would to God…all men could know how very easy it would be for them to arrive at a high degree of sanctity. They would only have to fulfill the simple duties of Christianity and of their state of life; to embrace with submission the crosses belonging to their state, and to submit with faith and love to the designs of Providence in all those things that have to be done or suffered without going out of their way to seek occasions for themselves. …This is the spirituality of all ages and of every state. No state of life can, assuredly, be sanctified in a more exalted manner, nor in a more wonderful and easy way than by the simple use of the means that God, the sovereign director of souls, gives them to do or to suffer at each moment.” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> <span style="white-space: pre;"> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span></span>Fr. Jean-Pierre de Caussade</p><p><br /></p><p> Father de Caussade’s spirituality of abandonment to Divine Providence, has always resonated deep within my heart. His firm assurance that God is not like a clock maker who made us and then left us on our own to find our way back to Him and heaven someday but accompanies and directs us on our journey. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p><span><br /></span> That very fact is confirmed, in the Catechism of the Catholic Church, paragraph 301: “With creation, God does not abandon His creatures to themselves. He not only gives them being and existence, but also, at every moment, upholds and sustains them in being, enables them to act and brings them to their final end. Recognizing this utter and complete dependence with respect to the Creator is a source of wisdom and freedom, of joy and confidence.”</p><p> Fr. de Caussade assures us that by following the duties of our state in life, living out a good Christian life—keeping the commandments and frequenting the sacraments, accepting the crosses and annoyances in our lives, not looking for any on our own, we can and should “arrive at a high degree of sanctity.” In fact, he goes on to say that we cannot be “sanctified in a more exalted manner, nor in a more wonderful easy way than by the simple use of the means that God, the sovereign director of souls, gives then to do or to suffer at each moment.”</p><p> So, why do I try so hard to direct and control my growth in holiness and sanctity? Why do I put all the pressure and burden upon myself and not believe and trust that God does and will lead me? Why do I get impatient with my growth in holiness and with all the ways in which I still fall short? Why don’t I trust God with it and just cooperate in His leading me…the pace He goes as well as the direction He leads? Why don’t I just abandon myself completely and forever in His loving Providence, and hand everything over to Him completely? Why do I still want to control and make it more difficult than it has to be?</p><p> I’m not sure if it stems from my childhood, when having “to do and strive to be loved” was planted deep within my psyche; Not only to do, but to do it well…excel, succeed. You know the saying, “good, better, best! Never, never rest, until your good is better and your better is your best.” </p><p> Now I know my mother meant well with her expectations of us trying to be the best version of ourselves, but unfortunately, it’s stuck with me in many ways. It has most definitely has played havoc with my relationship with God at times.</p><p> My husband has a much different view of the spiritual life than I do. His is more in tuned with Fr. Jean-Pierre. He does what he is called to do, tries to live a good Christian life and doesn’t go looking to pile anything more on his plate than He believes God is calling Him to do.</p><p> He is more lenient with himself than I am: when he if finished with his duties, he has no trouble relaxing; reading, swimming or watching tv. </p><p> He often kids me about my inability to relax or “do nothing,” as I see it. Yet, when I remember my early mothering years, I was delighted to see my children play and once they were in school, have some “down-time.” And if I really think about it, I’m sure Papa is delighted when we too make leisure time a priority.</p><p> I do not struggle with spending time in the evening watching television shows with Jonathan. At this stage of my life by evening time, my duties are usually behind me and us spending time together, however we do, is important.</p><p> I don’t remember when my “striving and feeling like it’s all on me to become holy” began. </p><p> I remember being more like my husband for a good bit of my life. From the time I was a little girl, I loved God, tried to please Him and do what I believed He was calling me to do. When I got married, I tried to be the best wife and mother I could and knew that it was in fulfilling all the duties in my life as it presented itself, I would grow in grace and virtue and grow in my relationship with God.</p><p> Different times in my life, a spiritual awakening occurred, in which God would direct me to pursue or deepen my faith by becoming involved in various ministries. It all happened very naturally and was not something that I was orchestrating or controlling. </p><p> God and my faith were a priority, and yes, I did have to make choices to keep it so, but I don’t remember it being so difficult.</p><p> Maybe it is because I have more free time now. I do not have a commitment to babysit for my grandchildren, several days a week, like I did in the past. I still look forward to seeing them often and spending “Nana” time with them. They truly light up my life!</p><p> I don’t have the energy level like I used to, although I like to “keep busy” most days. I attend daily Mass, make visits to the Blessed Sacrament later in the day, spend time with those I love, and read occasionally. I make time to write, usually each week, which I positively love. It is my way of sharing my relationship with God with others and hopefully, helping them to grow more in love with Him. </p><p> Maybe at some point, when I began to have the “luxury” of making choices with my time, I feared that since my duties had decreased, so would my worth…which is something that is absolutely, positively wrong!!! But is it something that somewhere in my being, I may struggle to believe about myself.</p><p> I have a very dear friend, who is a good bit older than me. The last number of years she has declined in her ability to do things. She has a good bit of health issues, and her energy level has diminished remarkedly. She feels frustrated with herself often and her inability to do the ordinary things, as well as the spiritually devotions that were always a big part of her life. </p><p> She loves God with a deep love and “beats herself up often,” for not being able to attend Mass most times and receive Jesus in Holy Communion. She attended daily Mass and was involved in her parish for most of her adult life. Maura has shared with me the fact that she feels upset because she is no longer able to give to God what He deserves. This creates a deep sadness and void in her life now. Yet these losses are the crosses God has allowed to enter her life at this point…I KNOW she didn’t go looking for them!</p><p> “And when you were younger, you used to dress yourself and go where you wanted; but when you grow old, you will stretch your hands, and someone else will dress you and lead you where you do not want to go” John 21: 18.</p><p> When I think about my friend and how Papa sees her, all of my thoughts about striving and trying to make myself holy vanish! God is delighted with Maura! He is crazy in love with her, even though she cannot see it. He loved her when she could do it all, and He loves her still! </p><p> She is doing all that she can. Some days she is able to do a little more than others. On the days she cannot, she does her best to offer that to Him as a gift. It is not what she wants to give, but it is the gift that God is asking from her.</p><p> Papa has placed Maura before me, to remind me of how much I am loved for myself and not for what I do. I must take a lesson from my friend and accept myself and “my state” in life and do what I can and let go of what I cannot do. I need to be grateful for both. I have to learn to submit with faith and love all the designs of Providence and remember, God has chosen each design as the best way to love and honor Him.</p><p> God has not left me to my own designs but has accompanied all of my life: the very busy years, and the less busy years. One is not more fruitful than the other in the eyes of my heavenly Father. Each design is as He has planned it, for each and every one of us, His children.</p><p> If we surrender and follow His lead, we can be assured we will be sanctified in most exalted manner. No other way is more wonderful and easier than by surrendering to “the simple use of the means that God, the sovereign director of souls, gives us to do or suffer at each moment.”<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> Fr. Jean-Pierre de Caussade, please, pray for us!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-23965637653383385382023-06-08T15:09:00.015-04:002023-06-08T19:06:47.731-04:00The Purifying Furnace of the Sacred Heart<p> “One should not say that it is impossible to reach a virtuous life; but one should say it is not easy. Nor do those who have reached it find it easy to maintain." <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>St. Anthony of the Desert</p><p><br /></p><p> I had been in such a good place: filled with peace, easily dying to self, accepting all that God set before me and truly living in the spirit!</p><p> I am not there anymore, and I’m not quite sure when I reached “this state.” I could no longer find contentment or peace.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> When had it changed? I don’t know. I began to examine the last few weeks of my life to see if I could put a “finger” on the shift, moving from a place of peace to one of unrest. </p><p> It didn’t happen suddenly, but very gradually: annoyance with this one acting like this, and that one doing that, having unfulfilled expectations of people and events, a growing negativity and critical spirit slowing creeping in, changing my attitude into darkness and gloom! </p><p> Who am I? Who have I allowed myself to become?</p><p> Well aware I needed spiritual help; I called my sister Rachel to throw me a lifeboat of prayer. </p><p> Praise be to God; she answered the call. She could tell by my voice that something was amiss. I shared with her my thoughts and feelings: I couldn’t even stand myself. Everything and everyone seemed to annoy me. I don’t know how I allowed myself to get this bad. I was a mess!</p><p> Rachel reassured me that although I was a mess, I was God’s mess and still so precious and loved by Him. Earlier in the chapel, she had been meditating about learning to be content. Rachel had shared with me that it is through Christ, in His sufficiency and His graces, that we become content and self-sufficient. I did not need to do it on my own, nor was I capable of doing it. </p><p> She then prayed with me over the phone: peace returned, and with it a hope, placed in God and not in myself and my abilities. I thanked her and asked for her continued prayers that I could let go of my agenda and accept God’s will… however and whenever it comes. He was calling me to grow in virtue and rely on Him and all the ways He arranges to bring about His will. I was called to trust and cooperate, surrendering once again, to His love and grace.</p><p> I knew I was still in an unstable place…not far from the precipice I had been heading towards. I did not want to engage in the flesh any longer. St. Paul tells us: “the works of the flesh are obvious: immorality, impurity, licentiousness, idolatry, sorcery, hatreds, rivalry, jealousy, outbursts of fury, acts of selfishness, dissensions, factions, occasions of envy and the like” Gal. 5: 19-20. </p><p> I did not want to be at the effect of the spirit of flesh any longer. Christ had set me free, and I was once again, “submitting to the yoke of slavery.” I did not want to be held captive any longer by the weaknesses of my unruly flesh but wanted to experience the fruits of living in the Spirit instead: love, joy, peace, patience, kindness, generosity, faithfulness, gentleness, self-control” Gal. 5: 22-23.</p><p> These are the fruits I want to experience once more and I need to fight for them right now, because I have lost spiritual ground. I need to exercise those spiritual muscles once again and depend fully on God for the strength and perseverance to overcome myself. </p><p> I know I must be gentler with myself, and not be so surprised when I fall. Our good God knows all of my weaknesses, wounds and faults. And as Rachel reminded me, He loves me in spite of all of them. I need to remember also, that I will not become a saint overnight and never by my own power or strength. </p><p> Sainthood is something that God calls each of us to strive towards, but it will not be attained without His grace and help. He has assured us in Holy Scripture, that “nothing is impossible with Him,” so please God, let it be so!</p><p> The words of Sister Mary David OSB, give me hope:</p><p> “Our faith does not consist in conquering weakness but in clinging in the midst of suffering to the will of Him who suffers out of love for us. We must correct the habit of looking at our dark side instead of the transfiguring light of the Son who can change our dust into pure gold. We too often stop to examine ourselves instead of plunging ourselves into the purifying furnace of the Sacred Heart, which is open to us with a single act of confidence in His love. We believe all too easily in our wretchedness, but not enough in His merciful love. We have to learn how to take advantage of our littleness and failures, our incapacities, even our sins, and to transform them into reasons for trusting. If we can learn how to transpose such things into bold self-abandonment, then for us—as for the good thief, Saint Peter, Saint Paul, all the poor, weak, and sinful—the impossible becomes possible.”</p><p> “It is trust and confidence that make what seemed so far away suddenly come within reach. It is trust and confidence that liberate the mercy of God, while a lack of faith constrains it. Our weakness attracts God because it offers Him an emptiness that He can fill. Weakness brought in confidence before God becomes, in a sense, the promise of God’s intervention. We must have confidence, not in spite of our weakness but because of it—misery attracts mercy. No matter how deep the abyss of our misery, it cannot be an obstacle to God’s action. Sanctity, says Saint Therese, does not consist in this or that practice but in a disposition of the heart which makes us little and humble in God’s arms.”</p><p> We must look to God and His great love and mercy towards us and place all of our hope in Him. Let us plunge ourselves into the purifying furnace of the Sacred Heart of Jesus and allow ourselves to be transfigured by His love.</p><p> Sister Mary David and Saints Therese and Anthony of the Desert, please pray for us!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-77984625753398211922023-06-01T17:18:00.000-04:002023-06-01T17:18:18.574-04:00Don't Lose Hope...Dreams Do Come True!<p> "God would not inspire me with desires which cannot be realized." <span> <span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> </span><span> </span><span> St. Therese </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span><span> </span> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span><span> </span><span> </span></p><p> For some time in early January, I felt a nudge, again and again from St. Therese and St. Denis to come to France. I felt puzzled by the inspiration and kept wondering if it truly was coming from them or from my vivid imagination.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> My husband had surprised me last year with a wonderful pilgrimage to Spain, Portugal, Lourdes and Rome, but St. Therese and St. Denis were not part of it. </p><p> Therese had been my faithful companion in my spiritual journey since third grade, and St. Denis since I was born. He is my patron saint. </p><p> My sister Sarah and her husband had made a pilgrimage to France to visit the sites of these two saints, as well as many others. She told me that I too needed to go there one day… maybe Sarah was a part of this “inspiration,” after all, she was a mover and a shaker while here on earth, and now that she is possibly in heaven, making this pilgrimage could be a real possibility.</p><p> Although my husband had truly enjoyed our trip, he positively hated the long flight and vowed to never do it any time soon. </p><p> How long is the flight to France, I wondered. I began to do some homework and found out it was a seven-hour flight. That’s not too bad. I then looked into pilgrimages going to the places I wanted to visit. That wasn’t difficult to find either. It seemed like I had all the information I needed to approach Jonathan with my deep desire to return to France.</p><p> Besides doing my homework, I was storming all of heaven with my prayer request. I knew it had to be saturated in prayer and sacrifice. Hoping my husband was over jet lag by now, I asked God to nudge me when the time was right to begin the conversation of traveling again.</p><p> Jon and I were out to dinner, and we were reminiscing about our pilgrimage last fall and how much we enjoyed it. Although we had visited France, we were unable to visit St. Therese and my patron saint, Denis. I then began to speak about my desire to go back to France and visit those places, and Normandy Beach as well. I told him the flight was only seven hours, so it wasn’t as bad as our last flights. </p><p> To my great astonishment and delight, he thought it sounded like a wonderful idea and told me to look into it. I couldn’t believe my ears! God was fulfilling this desire of my heart! This dream could have very well passed me by, had I not had the wisdom and trust to approach Jonathan and ask. </p><p> Nine years ago, when Avia Joy was born, I had to write a little bio about myself. In it I shared my passions, along with things I enjoy doing, and then my dreams: My lifelong dream is to visit the Holy Land one day and walk in the footsteps of Jesus. I’d love to travel to Rome and also visit Marian shrines throughout the world. But I am content for now, to make pilgrimages with dear family members and friends to local shrines.</p><p> When I wrote those dreams so many years ago, it was my hope that at some point in my life some of them may be achieved. Never in a million years did I ever think that they would all become a reality.</p><p> My husband and I are booked for a pilgrimage to France in the fall. This is another “dream come true.”</p><p> We all have dreams and desires in our hearts: family, faith and health concerns, things we’d like to accomplish, places we’d love to visit, and hopes too deep and personal to reveal. God knows them all! He very well may be the One who placed them in your heart in the first place.</p><p> Don’t lose hope! Persevere in prayer! Look to Him to fulfill your deepest desires. </p><p> It may not happen overnight, or even in a good number of years, but if the desire continues, keep praying! Place your hope in God, believing in Him and not in the person or persons involved with your desire. </p><p> Visiting the Holy Land was something I waited, hoped and prayed for probably for 30 years. When I first began to pray, I knew it was impossible at that time, but the desire remained. So, I continued to pray and praise be to God, it became a reality four years ago!</p><p> There are so many other things that I continue to barrage God in prayer that are personal matters dear to my heart. I am unrelenting in my prayer requests, like the persistent widow in St. Luke’s parable on praying without becoming weary. I am convicted and convinced that God will bring about a favorable resolution someday, whether or not I live to see them or view it from eternity. </p><p> St. Therese was known for her audacious faith and trust in God. Let us join together to ask that she intercede for the desires that God has placed in our hearts, along with the grace and perseverance to stand fast and not falter!</p><p> “Why does the Lord advise us to pray, when He knows what is needful for us before we ask Him? He wants our desire to be exercised in prayer, thus enabling us to grasp what He is preparing to give. That is something very great indeed, but we are small and limited vessels for the receiving of it. So, we are told: ‘Widen your hearts.’” St. Augustine</p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-29331302472319267342023-05-24T17:03:00.000-04:002023-05-24T17:03:55.404-04:00Embracing Mary, Christ's Gift from the Cross<p> “Let us ask the Lord to grant us one very special grace: To love Our Lady, especially through all the work we do for Jesus, with Jesus, and to Jesus. We must ask Him to deepen our love for Mary, making it more personal and intimate. We want to: Love her as He loved her. Be a cause of joy to her as He was. Keep close to her as He did. Share everything with her, even the cross, as He did when she stood near the cross on Calvary. We must love her unconditionally, trust her fully, abandon ourselves to her totally and without reserve. Nothing is impossible to those who call Mary their mother. During the day, let us often raise our hearts to her to ask her how we can love God as she loved Him, that we, too, can love Him with her heart." <span style="white-space: pre;"> <span> </span><span> <span> </span><span> </span></span> </span> Saint Teresa of Calcutta</p><p><br /></p><p> As I read this request of Mother Teresa’s, a smile came to my face. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> It is my humble belief, that my dear sweet Jesus, granted me this very special grace.</p><p> My earthly mother had a deep love and a great devotion to our Blessed Mother. Before each of her five daughters were discharged from the hospital, we were placed on the altar and dedicated to Our Lady. We each had some derivative of Mary in our name. Our mom also promised to dress us for the first seven years of our lives, in blue and white only…yes, play clothes, dress clothes, bathing suits, every stich of clothing we wore for seven years!!!</p><p> This was a great sacrifice and I’m sure at times, a burden, to keep this promise, but our mother kept it. We were not always happy about it when a beautiful pink, or any other color of dress was passed by because it was not blue. But truth be told, I am so very grateful to my mom for saying yes to Our Lady and placing our dedication to Mary above my mom’s inconveniences and static that it caused her.</p><p> So, from my earliest years, Mary has played a big role in my life. I have loved her for as long as I can remember and she has had a place in my heart for what seems like forever.</p><p> Next to learning the sign of the cross, the Hail Mary, was probably the first prayer that I learned to pray. Every year, the May procession was always something I looked forward to attending, even as an adult. </p><p> From sixth to tenth grade, I believed that Our Lord and Our Lady were calling me to become a Carmelite nun. Our Lady of Mt. Carmel, became for some time, the Queen of my heart. During my sophomore year in high school, it became clear my vocation was to marry and become a wife and mother. Years later, Our Lady of Mt. Carmel once again, invited me to consider becoming a Carmelite. I pursued the idea and professed my final promise a year and a half ago, as a secular Carmelite. </p><p> Our Lady of Lourdes was also a favorite devotion of mine: I often envied St. Bernadette for her intimacy with Our Lady. Unlike many of the children who were visionaries, Bernadette had Mary all to herself. </p><p> When I became a mother, Mary became even more vital to me. I too placed my children on the altar and dedicated them, my boys, as well as my daughter, to Our Lady before leaving the hospital. None of them wore blue and white only though.</p><p> Mary was my “go to” person, especially as a new mother. I was surprised by the fact that at times, I was very insecure and uncertain. Our Lady of La Leche, “Our Lady of the Milk and Good Delivery,” was my intercessor, until I became confidant at breastfeeding: nursing my next four children was a cinch!</p><p> Our Lady of Nazareth, the everyday, down to earth title of Our Lady, was one I could truly relate to on a daily basis. </p><p> Mary was home with Jesus and St. Joseph, living what appeared to their neighbors as a normal Jewish family. She had to cook, clean, garden, wash clothes, go to the well to fetch water and of course, most especially, take care of Jesus as He grew. She interacted with her neighbors, prayed and worshipped God, both at home and at the synagogue. She and Joseph taught Jesus many necessary things, like any parent would, and prayer was a part of that. They were probably seen as very ordinary, and not the Holy Family they we often imagine in our minds. But they knew they were raising God Himself, and most likely prayed for the grace and strength to do their best.</p><p> Raising our children, was something that Jon and I too, depended upon God’s grace, as well as Mary and Joseph’s intercession to try to do our best. Marriage and raising our children were our primary vocation, and we too knew we could not do it without heavenly assistance. God was depending upon Jonathan and I, to not only teach our children everyday matters, but to love Him as well.</p><p> While my husband was at work, I was at home caring for our children and our home. I often prayed for the intercession of Our Lady to do all this very ordinary but essential work, for the glory of God. It helped me to get passed myself during challenging times, and do my best with love, as Mary had done.</p><p> When our children were old enough to go to school, asking Our Lady to be their mother, away from home, was a great comfort for me. I could not be there for them, and she could, along with their guardian angel.</p><p> The rosary was part of my life as a youngster, but at some point, it lost its attraction to me. In my early twenties, a cousin invited me to reconsider praying it once again. She shared with me her great love and the power of the prayer. I began and Our Lady of the Rosary lassoed me by the heart. I pray it daily, often all four mysteries. It anchors me like nothing else. </p><p> When the seas of life turn particularly turbulent, I then run to Our Lady, Undoer of Knots, praying the rosary novena. I have found it to be an even more powerful tool when things seem desperate. It brings peace and hope to my mind and heart. </p><p> As an adult, I made the St. Louis de Monfort consecration to Our Lady and renew it every year since. I was also blessed to do Father Gaitley’s consecration to Mary with family and friends, on two separate occasions, growing more and more in love with our good Mother. </p><p> Thirty years ago, a friend taught me a prayer she prayed when she received Jesus in Holy Communion: “My Jesus, I give You Your Mother. Dear Mary, I give you your Son. May Your hearts become one with mine, so I may give Your love, joy and peace to all I meet.”</p><p> I have prayed that prayer since and believe that it’s very efficacious. I added a prayer to pray before I receive Jesus to ready my heart: “Papa, please forgive me for any way I have offended You. My dear sweet Jesus, please forgive me for any way I have offended You. My beloved Sasha, please forgive me for any way I have offended You. Please St. Joseph, come into my heart and clean any clutter like you did at the stable so very long ago. Please sweet Mother, come into my heart to make it a worthy place for Jesus to come and rest.” Our Lady of the Eucharist, please intercede that our hearts may become ready to welcome your Son, Jesus.</p><p> One evening, about six years ago, while meditating on St. John’s wedding feast of Cana, I felt inspired to pray to Our Lady and ask that she intercede for my marriage. I felt as though my husband and I could use a bit of a boost. I began to ask Our Lady of Cana to go to Jesus and ask that He change the “water of our marriage into a deep rich wine.” </p><p> What I did not realize was that making wine requires the crushing of grapes. Although at times it was painful in the dying to self that needed to occur, it was more than worth the results Mary’s intercession brought about. </p><p> Our Lord and Our Lady have outdone themselves: “They have saved the best wine until now,” and for that I am eternally grateful.</p><p> I do not know what my life would be like without my heavenly Mother’s intercession all of these years. I go to her for so many things as Mother Teresa suggests above. I often pray a short and simple prayer that Mother Teresa prayed: “Mary, be a Mother to me now,” along with her famous Memorare flying novena: Nine Memorares in petition and one in thanksgiving. Both those practices bring me peace and are like an arrow shot from my heart to my “Mama’s.”</p><p> I am enthralled with the fact that our Mother Mary has a very unique relationship with the Blessed Trinity: Daughter of God the Father, Mother to God the Son, and Spouse to the Holy Spirit. Mary has an intimate relationship with each Person of the Trinity. She is truly the perfect disciple to imitate and intercede for us on our journey back to heaven. Mary is the one who can teach us to love her Son as we should and please God, one day, give us her heart to love Him as she does. </p><p> My prayer right now is that she will lead me and teach me to recognize the voice of her Spouse, the Holy Spirit. I want to give “Sasha,” as I call Him, the recognition for the work He is accomplishing in my life. I do love Him so much more than before, and my relationship with Him has grown, but not to the intimate level I would like. He may be the One who has placed this desire to know Him better on my mind and heart.</p><p> And who is better to assist me, than His Spouse, Our Blessed Mother, to direct me on the quest to know and love Him more.</p><p> Mary, Spouse of the Holy Spirit, help me to know and recognize Sasha’s inspirations and voice. May I grow more in love with all the Blessed Persons of the Trinity and hold them all close in my heart.</p><p> I am not sure where you are in your relationship with Our Lady, but please, accept this invitation from Mother Teresa, along with myself, to imitate her Son, Jesus, by loving Mary and welcoming her more deeply into your life and into your heart. She is the gift He gave to us from the cross. Dying people bequeath their treasures to their love ones. Treasure this gift from Jesus. Your life will be forever changed for the better. </p><p> Mary always brings us to her Son, Jesus.</p><p> Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners, now, and at the hour of our death. </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-20769669000611344472023-05-20T12:10:00.007-04:002023-05-21T10:41:43.527-04:00Awakened to Love<p> “The Lord will give you the bread you need and the water for which you thirst. No longer will your Teacher hide Himself, but with your own eyes you shall see your Teacher, while from behind, a voice shall sound in your ears; ‘This is the way; walk in it,’ when you would turn to the right or to the left. And you shall consider unclean your silver-plated idols and your gold-covered images; you shall throw them away like filthy rags to which you say, ‘Begone!’” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Isaiah 30: 20-22</p><p><br /></p><p> My heart and soul are still so full of gratitude for the great grace of “awakening” my dear Lord has granted to me. He has convicted me of the sheer madness to choose anything other than Him. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> Each morning, as I plan my day, God is speaking to my heart; My will…not yours. He is reminding me to listen to His voice throughout the day, as the plans that I have made, may change to His liking. Papa reminds me that by accepting the change as coming from Him, I will keep my peace and open my heart to the grace to carry it out with love. God is calling me to die in many ways to myself and it makes me laugh, that I had become so deaf to what I should have been doing. </p><p> I had unknowingly become more self-centered…sometimes picking and choosing what I’d like to do. Putting off or delaying the difficult tasks or the tasks that I really do not enjoy. </p><p> God has shown me that when I choose those undesirable tasks, I am choosing to love Him, because I am embracing <i>His will</i> and <i>not my own.</i> And in doing that, I am expressing my love for God. I am <i>choosing Him </i>and not the task. I am choosing <i>to grow more in love with Him. </i></p><p> In the last number of weeks, I have had to make myself do things I truly didn’t “feel” like doing. In the beginning, it was difficult, but in the course of the “doing,” my love for God was growing and with that, a deep gratitude for His loving direction. Saying “yes” to God and “no” to self has made what was bitter, now sweet.</p><p> The scope of His teaching is honing in on numerous areas of my life: my husband, trying to be more in tuned with his needs rather than mine; my children, trying to be connected but not “needy,”; family and friends, trying to be more aware of them than of myself, as well as many other ways.</p><p> Another teaching God has highlighted is to accept and receive what He allows in my life, in His permissive or ordaining will, as coming directly from Him. Along with accepting it, to believe, or at least to make an act of faith, that since God has allowed it, He WILL, eventually, bring some good from it. </p><p> At times, this takes everything in my power to make this difficult act of faith, while desperately clinging to the belief in the goodness of God and His great love for me. </p><p> It is a real turning toward God and looking at Him. </p><p> When my youngest child was a toddler, and I was feeling somewhat weary of playing, I would turn my gaze away from him. He would put his little hand to my face, turn it towards him and say, “Don’t look at that. Look at me.” </p><p> I believe that our good God is often doing the same thing to us, when we are busy looking everywhere else but to Him, to fill those holes in our hearts. </p><p> I do not want you to think that my struggles are behind me. They are not. </p><p> I still get tempted on many levels of weaknesses that plague me. The difference now is that God has awakened me to the ludicrousness of giving in to my inordinate desires, when He is really Who I am hungry and thirsty to receive. At those times, I turn my gaze toward Him, usually sighing as I pray, “Fill me Lord with Your love. I know nothing but You will truly fill me. Help me to love and choose You instead.” </p><p> It isn’t a magic formula, or an instant “fix.” This is when God is testing how steady my love and trust in Him really are. “Probe me, O God, and know my heart; try me, and know my thoughts” Psalm 139: 23. The “feeling” of hunger or thirst may not go away. I sometimes need to pray a number of times, while clinging to Him, like someone thrown overboard in a raging storm. Jesus is saying to me, “It is I. Do not be afraid” John 6:20. I need to remember He is there with me and place my trust in Him.</p><p> God has allowed the storms of temptation, not to harm me, but to strengthen me. These temptations also allow me to know how weak I still am! Each time I respond to His grace to say no to myself and yes to Him, I am exercising the muscles of virtues that had grown weak. God is helping me to repeat these exercises, over and over again, until those muscles become strong once more. </p><p> I am placing my hope in God and not in myself or my strength. Papa has shown me what I am on my own…able to do no good! But I am convicted that “I have the strength for everything through Him who empowers me” Philippians 4:13. </p><p> St. Teresa of Avila’s words have touched my heart and have given me encouragement to continue on my quest of reaching perfect union with God.</p><p> “Her heart is full of joy with love, for in the Lord her mind is stilled. She has renounced every selfish attachment and draws abiding joy and strength from the One within. She lives not for herself but lives to serve the Lord of love in all, and swims across the sea of life, breasting its rough waves joyfully.”</p><p> Let us pray for the grace to say, “Begone,” and swim joyfully, through the rough sea of life, with our eyes fixed on the One we love, till we are one with Him in love.</p><p> St. Teresa of Avila, please! Pray for us!</p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-29052690361620290282023-05-12T14:58:00.000-04:002023-05-12T14:58:23.407-04:00Rejuvenating the Weary Soul<p> My soul was lifted within me, and I felt buoyed with hope, as I read St. John of the Cross’ words. He was describing the effects on the soul that inordinate attachments inflict upon it and their consequences. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> It all made sense. This is exactly what I have been experiencing on and off for the last number of months…in fact, for probably much longer than that. It seemed like I dealt with one attachment, working to get it under control, and then a different one would manifest itself. </p><p> John’s teaching was bringing everything to light, and I was anxious to get to the conclusion, so I would do whatever I could, to rid myself of this awful torment. But more importantly, holding onto these imperfections were impeding my true goal: union with God.</p><p> St. John invites us to enter into the dark night of the soul. It is the heart of his doctrine. The nature of the dark night is privation and detachment from all that keeps us from God. </p><p> It is a call to die to yourself and your will; to say no to all that you clutch and hold tightly, not wanting to let it go; it is a disordered love; a possessive love of people, things or attitudes. It is not necessarily the things that do the soul harm, but our burning and unrelenting desire and taste for them.</p><p> When we hold onto these attachments, we are unable to be at peace within ourselves and often act, at least interiorly, like a spoiled child who wants their way. </p><p> We often feel threatened when we don’t get our fill of them, yet they are not able to keep us satisfied for very long. The more we drink of them, the thirstier we get.</p><p> We must begin to mortify our inordinate desires and say no to ourselves, realizing that only God can fill that deep hole within us. If we do not, we will pay for it dearly and our relationship with God will not progress much at all.</p><p> The harm that these desires and affections cause the soul is frightening! Yet, we resist, unaware of the damage and pain we are afflicting upon our souls, and the way they impede our goal, union with God. He alone can slake our hunger and thirst. </p><p> We must begin to realize that two contraries cannot exist in one person: darkness, affection for things and creatures, and light, God. We must purge ourselves of these inordinate affections, because they are nothing compared to the infinite Being of God. If we do not, our souls become deformed and cannot be transformed in beauty, which is God. It is pure ignorance of the soul to think this can happen until it loses its desires. God is offended because we are not content with just Him. We are like the Israelites in the desert, grumbling with the heavenly food and wanting our fleshly food instead. Fleshly food gives us no pleasure.</p><p> St. John goes on to tell us that if we do not mortify our inordinate desires, they weary the soul, torment, darken, stain and weaken it. </p><p> In our weariness, we act like little children who are restless and discontent. The desires torment and inflict us like bees, stinging and wounding us. Like Samson, we lose our strength and become blinded by them. They begin to live and rule us. We are held hostage by the bonds of our unmortified desires. Our soul is darkened, and it effects our intellect so we cannot see clearly the wisdom of God. In our blindness, we are like moths led to the beauty of the light which dazzles it and leads it into the flame, to its demise. The soul, having been created beautiful, is now full of evils and disordered. </p><p> The will is tainted by its desires and no longer has the strength to persevere in its walk of virtue. Unmortified “desire brings no good to the soul but rather takes from it what it has. If not mortified, they will not cease till they have wrought in it that which the children of the viper are said to work in its mother, who, as they are growing within her womb, consume and kill her. They themselves remain alive at her cost.”</p><p> As I read all of this, I became convicted of the seriousness of my not mortifying my inordinate desires. I also began to understand the way I had been feeling at times: weary, tormented, weak in overcoming myself, self-absorbed, obsessive, possessive, demanding and restless. </p><p> Unbeknown to me at the time, I was giving in to the demands of the flesh, therefore increasing my unrest. </p><p> One example was when I began to check the blog for the number of “hits,” something that I hadn’t really struggled with in the past. It became a disordered desire and then an obsession which could not be satisfied. After limiting myself to three times a day, I have since stopped checking all together. If I’m truly doing it for the glory of God, what difference does it really make? It took a little bit of time, but now I am at peace with it and it does not torment me anymore.</p><p> Another example was when things have not gone my way and although I’ve “accepted them,” there is obviously a part of me that really hasn’t. It becomes very evident to me when I begin to eat mindlessly in the evening when I’m not at all hungry. I’m trying to fill myself up with what I feel is lacking, instead of saying no to myself and running to Papa. St. John’s teachings have given me the strength I needed to overcome yet another inordinate attachment.</p><p> Only voluntary desires are harmful…things we choose to continue to do, like “speaking too much, some slight attachment which we never quite wish to conquer…such as a person, a garment, a book, a particular kind of food, tittle tattle, fancies for tasting, knowing or hearing certain things” and such. We can be attached Ato our opinions, children, spouses, possessions, shopping, having our own way, exercise and how we look and anything that we are not willing to let go. Social media is a big one these days: checking emails too often, attachment to the cell phone, excessive texting, and more. These are just some of the things that we need to mortify to advance on our journey toward union with God.</p><p> John tells us that whether a bird is held by a slender cord or by a stout one, the bird will be kept from flying, until the cord is broken. Our inordinate desires are the cords that must be broken. </p><p> St. John warns us that even when God has granted us the detachment from things, we must remain vigorous in our efforts. The attachments can return with a vengeance if we begin to give in to them. </p><p> We can also have spiritual attachments: spiritual pride, being pleased with “where” we are spiritually, not willing to confess all our sins because of our embarrassment with our confessor, overwrought with our faults-- expecting to be a saint already; spiritual covertness, greed in wanting spiritual things, like an excess in books, statues, devotions, and never feeling satisfied; spiritual gluttony, wanting consolation in prayer and not accepting the hard road of the cross; envy, displeasure of spiritual gifts of others and not wanting to hear about them; spiritual sloth, fleeing from spiritual things that bring no pleasure. </p><p> All of these imperfections must be purified in the dark night. </p><p> There are two phases of the night: the purification of the senses, and the purification of the spirit. In the purification of the senses, “the soul is purged according to the sense, which is subdued to the spirit. In the purification of the spirit, the soul is purged and stripped according to the spirit and subdued, making it ready for union of love with God.”</p><p> The night of the sense comes to many. The night of the spirit to very few. The purification of the senses or the spirit is a two-fold activity: God and the soul. </p><p> The purification of the senses is called an active night because “the soul can do, and does of itself, in order enter into therein.” The purification of the spirit is called passive because “the soul does nothing, and God works in it.” </p><p> St. John is adamant about the inability of human activity to destroy such faults. These imperfections cannot be perfectly purified until God brings it into the passive purgation of the dark night. It is most beneficial that the soul labors “to purge and perfect itself, so it may merit being taken by God into that Divine care wherein it becomes healed of all things that it was unable of itself to cure.”</p><p> No matter how hard we try, until God works in us, we will not be rid of them. So, we must cooperate as never before, even though it is painful and takes much effort on our part. </p><p> The asceticism we practice by mortifying our senses, prepares the soul for contemplation: a prayer that cannot be acquired in which the Lord puts the soul in peace by His presence. Contemplation is perfect when all the faculties come to rest entirely in union with God.</p><p> If we manage to persevere, through God’s good grace, we can become a “living flame of love,” as St. John so beautifully describes, and attain union with God. </p><p> I am far from attaining my goal, but with the assurance that it is possible, I will continue on my journey “with my face set like flint,” in the great hope of overcoming myself.</p><p><br /></p><p> “Oh, night that guided me, Oh, night more lovely than the dawn, Oh, night that joined Beloved with lover, Lover transformed in the Beloved.”</p><p> St. John of the Cross, pray for us!</p><p><br /></p><p>Ascent of Mount Carmel—describes the soul’s active role</p><p>Dark Night of the Soul—details God’s action with the soul</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-46274877001045185382023-04-29T17:38:00.000-04:002023-04-29T17:38:27.874-04:00Let Go and Trust<p> My husband had been after me for some time to remove the crib from our office. After all, I was not watching any of our grandchildren in our home anymore, and the crib was just taking up space.</p><p> Although what he said was true, emotionally I wasn’t ready to pack it up and give it away. There was a part of me that wanted to keep it up, in the hopes that it would be needed for one of our sweet grandbabies. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I had been watching grandchildren for over 20 years at this point. Truth be told, the long days of watching them on a regular basis were behind me, physically. Although I enjoyed it, I did not have the energy level I had in my younger years. I still loved spending time with them, but in shorter spans. </p><p> I believed that putting the crib away would be closing the door on this aspect of my life, and it was something I did not want to do.</p><p> An active dialogue about the subject was continuing between Jonathan and me. It was becoming clear that I was putting too much resistance. This often indicated I was dealing with an inordinate attachment…one that I was unwilling to let go.</p><p> I felt threatened and fearful. I loved spending time with my grandchildren. Would this action signal an end to all of that? Would it send out an unintended message? I somehow knew what my husband was saying made sense, but I was holding on tightly!</p><p> I knew I had to talk to Papa about all this; these thoughts and feelings with which I was wrestling.</p><p> “Papa, I feel so threatened by all of this and I’m not sure why. Jon is right. We have a port-a-crib if we need it. It’s not closing a door to them. And he’s correct, I’m not as young as I used to be. I can still have plenty of time to spend with them…just in smaller doses.”</p><p> “Papa, I know this is all true, and instead of receiving it as something natural and good for me, I am taking it as a punishment or something like that. Help me to see it from Your perspective.”</p><p> As I sat there in prayer, I began to see that this is another transition in my life. There have been many before this one: growing up, getting married, raising children, having grandchildren, slowing down.</p><p> I wasn’t being penalized, but I was entering another phase. Taking the crib down was a physical manifestation of the new stage in my life. Hmmm. </p><p> As I digested this revelation, I felt myself take a big sigh of relief. I began to realize that if I held onto my past, I would not be able to receive this gift that Papa had waiting for me. I needed to trust and let go and begin to be open to what lay ahead. I gave my consent and thanks to God and then went home and told my husband he was right. It was time to take the crib down.</p><p> Making the decision was like taking my finger out of the dyke. Ideas began to flood my mind. With what would I replace the crib? Maybe a low cabinet with storage. I would need to redecorate the wall above it. What would I put there?</p><p> As these thoughts whirled around my mind, I recalled the reason the room was originally set aside: It was supposed to be the place I would write. I had even decorated with that thought in mind. On the wall above the desk, I had hung ceramic hummingbirds, along with the two icons that are on Avia Joy’s blogsite. With the crib now removed, the office could be used, if I began to write again. </p><p> Through prayer, I decided to make the crib-less wall, a large collage of pictures or scriptures that represented my journey with God.</p><p> I took my time with my choices. I was certain I had to have a picture of the Wedding Feast of Cana. That had played such a significant role in my marriage, as well as my relationship with Jesus and Mary. I found one that was just perfect and had it matted and framed. </p><p> My thoughts turned to the picture of Our Lady with the Child Jesus that had been above the crib all those years. It was such a beautiful picture of the Madonna and sleeping Child, with hues of pink. It now made me think about the healing incident I experienced when I got the image of Mary and baby Jesus coming to my hospital room when I was a baby. Yes, that would be part of the group. </p><p> I knew I needed something to represent my relationship with Papa. That was difficult to find and took me some time. I looked and looked but was failing in my quest. I knew I’d know it when I saw it but was striking out on every front. </p><p> After much searching, an idea came to mind: what about the picture of you when you were 3 years old and have the words, “This is my beloved Daughter, with Whom I am well pleased,” written on it? Wow! I knew this was it! These were the words Papa had spoken to my heart while I was on retreat. This was perfect! It would be a reminder to me when I doubted how much He loves and cherishes me. With the help from a friend, the picture with words were printed. It was positively beautiful!</p><p> While on the same retreat, a scripture kept repeating itself: “I have heard your prayers and seen your tears; I will heal you.” 2 Kings 20-5. This had to be part of it, as well. </p><p> This was not difficult to find. Apparently, it’s a popular verse that many Christian artist have beautifully written it, with a simple decoration to accompany the scripture. I purchased it and had it framed. Wonderful!</p><p> I was still in need of something a bit larger at this point to finish the wall. </p><p> I prayed and pondered what was still missing. God had given me the name of Joy one time in prayer after a long difficult cross had been lifted. To my surprise, my Baptismal name was a derivative of joy. Joy needed to be there somehow. I would look. </p><p> In my search, I came across an art canvas which had a big, beautiful sunflower. A large hummingbird was sucking the nectar from the flower. Underneath the picture was the scripture: “The joy of the Lord is my strength.” Nehemiah 8:10 </p><p> That was it! My wall was now complete.</p><p> I was very excited about decorating my office. I had purchased a cabinet which was beautiful, fit perfectly, and had storage to boot! All of my art was ready to hang and express in pictures my spiritual journey.</p><p> It looked so beautiful! It brought tears of joy to my face and a smile as well. </p><p> I was not writing at the time, and although I’d go into the room now and again, I wondered why Papa had me transform this room to “my” room.</p><p> During this past Christmas season, when I was isolating with Covid, I spent a lot of time sitting in it. It was so soothing to my spirit and made me feel good just being there. </p><p> I then began to wonder if just maybe I’d be writing again some time. After all, Sarah’s friends, as well as my own had been praying that I could discern if that is what God wanted me to do or not. </p><p> All praise and glory to God, with all of the prayers, as well as the help of a friend, it became clear to me that it was indeed, part of His plan. </p><p> Since that time, I have thoroughly enjoyed using this beautiful space…the one I was reluctant to transform into something new.</p><p> It still brings a smile to my face when I look around and am reminded in picture, of God’s goodness in my life. </p><p> I could not receive what Papa had for me until I was willing to let go and trust. </p><p> I invite you to do the same.</p><p> “For I know the plans I have in mind for you, says the Lord, plans for your welfare and not for your woe! Plans to give you a future full of hope.” Jeremiah 29: 11 </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-39830291389064454132023-04-24T20:10:00.000-04:002023-04-24T20:10:02.326-04:00Loved and Cherished<p> “Sometimes we have to “step over” our anger, our jealousy, or our feelings of rejection and move on. The temptation to get stuck in our negative emotions, poking around in them as if we belong there. Then we can become the “offended one,” “the forgotten one,” or even “the discarded one.” Yes, we can get attached to these negative identities and even take morbid pleasure in them. It might be good to have a look at these dark feelings and explore where they came from, but there comes a moment to step over them, leave them behind and travel on.” <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span> Henri Nouwen</p><p> </p><p> It happened again! I was feeling “that way.” I knew that my reaction to the situation was disproportionate to what was happening. I had already discussed it several times with the person, but not much had changed, and if it had, it was fleeting. I felt hurt and forgotten and I didn’t know what to do.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I had been praying all along and asking God to shine His light into my dilemma. But I was still in the dark, about how to handle it. I spoke to family and friends whom I trusted, and they too were at a loss. </p><p> The Evil one, well aware of my weaknesses, would torment me to go over the different hurts, again and again…replaying them like an old reel of film.</p><p> I did not want these feelings to have this kind of power over me and felt determined to do what I could to get to the bottom of it. I did not want it to become my identity! </p><p> While speaking with a friend, I told her that I had noticed in previous situations, that when God wanted to heal me, He usually allowed hurts from the present to be exaggerated. I knew if Papa was allowing me to suffer, He wanted to bring some good from it. It seemed like He was waving “red flags,” so I’d take notice and move accordingly. She suggested that I ask God to reveal if there was a hurt from the past. It may be the root cause of my overreacting in this present situation.</p><p> With this new insight in mind, I left to go to the chapel. I prayed as I drove over, begging Papa to reveal the hurt that was plaguing me. Was there something, or was I just too sensitive? Was I too focused on myself and my wants and needs? What was at the bottom of all this?</p><p> As I sat at a redlight, waiting to turn, a thought came to me: remember when you were a little baby and were in the hospital for a while. In those days, parents were encouraged to leave the children and not visit because that is what was thought to be best. </p><p> Could that be the cause of all of this turmoil and pain?</p><p> As I sat down in the chapel, I closed my eyes. I told Papa that I was tired of feeling hurt and forgotten. I knew it was an overreaction and wanted to let go of it and allow His love to be all that I needed. I wanted to be free from this negative thinking and be healed if it was His will. I then asked that He enter into this long-ago memory, when I was left in the hospital alone for a week.</p><p> I brought what I remembered to mind: I was 6 months old and had pneumonia. My mother told me that she had to hand me over to the nurses, while she and I were both crying. She told them that she didn’t let me cry. It was very difficult for her to leave me, but she had to do what they told her to do. They reassured her they would take good care of me. </p><p> I then pictured the hospital room with me in the crib…alone and forgotten. I expected to see Jesus or Papa come to me. Instead, I saw Our Lady come in, holding the 6-month-old Baby Jesus. She stooped down to the crib and placed Him in there with me. We played and did what little babies do when they are in each other’s company. Our Lady looked at us with delight. After a while, she somehow picked us both up, sat and rocked us together on her lap. </p><p> As I watched this all unfold in my mind, I was filled with love, joy and peace. All feelings of being alone or forgotten were gone. This image was nothing I could have ever imagined in a million years! It eradicated those negative feelings completely. My heart was singing with gratefulness to our good God for showering me with His mercy, His great love, and healing. </p><p> As I sat there soaking it all in, Papa reminded me: We are all wounded and act out of those wounds. We hurt people often, unknowingly…and they us. We need to look to Him for His love to heal our wounds and allow His love to make up for what is lacking in our own lives.</p><p> I took a deep breath and smiled. God allowed me to know I was never alone or forgotten. He was with me then and is with me still. I must always keep that in mind and never forget that truth.</p><p> Since the time of that experience, things have improved. I try to take things less personally, realizing we’re all on a journey to wholeness and holiness. When I’m troubled, I imagine myself running to Papa, allowing Him to pick me up and hold me close to His heart. After He comforts me, I then speak with Him, telling Him all my woes. As we talk together, I realize His great love for me and also for the person with whom I am struggling. I then unite my hurt with Jesus,’ to heal any brokenness in this or any relationship. </p><p> God has a vision of each of us, and it is up to us, with His grace, to cooperate and become that person…the person He has called us to be from all eternity. Let us do our best to leave all unnecessary baggage behind as we travel on to our true home.</p><p> “I have waited, waited for the Lord, and He stooped toward me and heard my cry. He drew me out of the pit of destruction, out of the mud of the swamp; He set my feet upon a crag; He made firm my steps. And He put a song in my mouth, a hymn to our God. Many will look on in awe and trust in the Lord.”<span style="white-space: pre;"> </span>Psalm 40: 2-4</p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-54148460439296213622023-04-19T15:43:00.000-04:002023-04-19T15:43:40.015-04:00God's Incredible Intervention<p> I felt so excited to be writing another blog post! It had been almost 11 months since my last one. So much had happened. I was compelled to tell the previous years’ story, giving glory and praise to God!</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I typed out the scripture from Tobit and began to tell the tale. The words seemed to flow from my mind on to the laptop with ease and clarity. The first draft was finished. It was time to stop for the day. Sasha would usually put different ideas in my mind the next day about what to add, what to change and how to continue. Along with that, one of my two trusty editors would listen as I read it out loud and make additional changes I might have missed. When all felt right, I would then go to the blog site and publish it.</p><p> I have to admit, I was a little rusty with the technique of getting my post from the word document to the notebook and then to the blog site. It never ceases to amaze me how the power of prayer can help someone like me, who is not techy at all, to have blogged all these years. When I finally get it done, in spite of myself, I realize it is truly a work of God.</p><p> After much prayer and divine intervention, the post was published! I texted some friends to keep a lookout for Avia Joy…she was alive and well! I was so delighted and couldn’t wait to receive it myself. In the past, it usually was emailed the day after it was published around 4 in the afternoon.</p><p> 4 o’clock came and went…then 5 o’clock, 6,7,8. It didn’t come. The next day came and went and no Avia Joy. I didn’t know what to do. I had no idea of the way this all worked. I only remembered what happened in the past and something wasn’t working as it had. </p><p> One of my sons looked into the blog site and after some time, realized that the site did not send the emails out anymore. Unfortunately, he didn’t have the time to resolve it for me that day, but at least I knew what the problem was.</p><p> Several days later, my oldest grandson offered to see what he could do and after several hours he added an email server to the blog site. Yeah! My problem was fixed, so now I just needed to wait and see if it worked. Little did I know that a massive storm was brewing. One that would challenge and torment me into to believing I had no business to be writing and was just kidding myself that I had a gift. But I don’t want to get ahead of myself, so I’ll continue with my story. </p><p> When I had initially published the new post, I had begun to check the stats to see if anyone had read Avia Joy. There were several hits before it had finally gone out by email, so some people had randomly seen it. A problem arose because with a new email server, people who had received it in the past, would now have to confirm that they wanted to receive it. Unfortunately, it was going to spam for many of the past subscribers, so many of them did not even know Avia was alive and well. This began a vicious cycle for me to be distracted by checking to see who is getting it, who isn’t, who doesn’t know about it and so on. Instead of checking it once or twice a day, it was becoming a preoccupation. When the numbers were good, I was good. When the numbers were down, I was down. I didn’t know what to do and felt like I wanted to fix something. After all, Sarah’s friends wanted Avia Joy to be back and many of them were not receiving it…and who knows how many more.</p><p> Although I was distracted by the stats and the workings of getting the blog post out, I continued to write and not allow that to throw me off course. I believed that I had made a commitment to God to tell all the wonderful things He had brought about in my life. I would not be derailed from completing my task. </p><p> As time went on, my distraction became an obsession, and I was checking the stats way too often. I then began to hear taunts in my mind: if God really wanted you to be writing this, you would have many more hits than you do. You’re just kidding yourself. Do you think you have a gift to write? Do you think you really make a difference? Do you think this really matters at all?</p><p> I went to confession to confess my obsession and my sins. I know God was giving me the grace I needed to overcome myself, but I could not let it go. I was told by one priest that if it’s a problem, maybe I should stop writing; by another, don’t be so hard on yourself, everyone likes to be affirmed. </p><p> I talked to family and friends and got different suggestions as how to handle it; it didn’t work. I was still struggling. </p><p> I finally talked to a friend who asked me who I was writing for anyway. If it was for God than what difference does it make how many people are reading it. Was it for His glory or my glory? </p><p> Her words rang true, and I knew she was right. But I wasn’t quite ready to stop checking the stats and I justified checking with the fact that when someone comments, I have to approve it. The only way to do that is by checking the stats. </p><p> Okay. I would limit myself to three time a day: 10 A.M., 3 P.M., and 8 P.M. </p><p> I was surprised at how difficult it was for me to carry this out. There were many times I had to stop myself from wanting to check. It began to dawn on me that something more was going on here. Why did I need these statistics to validate my writing? I have had the blog for almost 9 years, and except for a brief time when I began, it was not something I struggled with. What was different now?</p><p> After weeks of struggling and not getting anywhere, I made an appointment with a priest to talk things out. It was clear to me that I was looking for affirmation. I began to wonder if it was a wound from my past and God was allowing it to surface, so He could heal me.</p><p> We discussed different relationships in my past when I felt as though I wasn’t good enough or didn’t quite make the mark. Father had me go through a process of forgiving those people and renouncing the spirits of ‘not good enough’ and rejecting the lies that the devil wanted me to hold on to. He told me to let go of checking the numbers of hits because as humans, we are never be satisfied and always want more. He also explained how when we get a lot of hits, a hormone that makes you feel good is released and it can become something that you crave. God can and will fill me, if I look to Him. I was to stop believing the lies of Satan and hold on to God’s truths: I am precious to God and if I’m fulfilling His will by writing, I need to look to Him only for my validation. </p><p> When I left the rectory that day, I felt like the burden had been lifted. I would continue my writing and check the stats three times a day, so I could publish any comments. I finally felt as though I could hand it over to God.</p><p> Two days later, I received an email from a young woman who began to read Avia Joy a year ago. She told me how much she enjoyed it, but wanted to share how she found it. </p><p> She was in RCIA and was having doubts about coming into the Church because no one in her family, her husband included, were Catholic. One night during Lent, 2022, she was praying and asking God just what she should do. The name “Avia Joy,” popped into her head. She felt the need to google it, wondering why it would come to her in prayer. My blog was the first thing that came up, which gave her goosebumps, because it was a blog not only about faith, but about being Catholic specifically! It was the exact sign she needed from God to know she was on the right path.</p><p> She told me finding it was a testament to God’s plan being so much greater than we realize. She was sure that I never believed that reading my blog would play a role in someone’s conversion to Catholicism. Her two children have been baptized as well and are now part of the Church. She shared that she still enjoys reading Avia Joy, and always thinks about God’s amazing provision. She then thanked me for sharing my faith online because I have made a big impact on her life.</p><p> I was positively stunned as I read her words! I had been struggling for weeks now, wondering if Avia Joy made any difference. Papa touched this dear sweet young woman to let me know, Avia does. </p><p> I felt like Mary Magdalen on Easter morning when Jesus called her by name. God KNOWS Avia Joy! He knows her by name! He spoke her name to another of His children who was having doubts and used her to answer her concerns. He then had the young woman get in touch with me, when I needed to be affirmed that Avia Joy was called forth for a purpose and a reason. </p><p> I share this with you not to toot my horn, but to give you hope! Our good God knows us personally and intimately. This is a testimony to show how every once in a while, something miraculous will happen when He believes it to be necessary. </p><p> It is clear to me now why the Evil One wanted me to believe his lies and stop writing. He wanted me to get caught up in myself and stop trusting God and give up. Even though it was a struggle to continue at times, by God’s grace, I obeyed His call and carried out my mission.</p><p> I realize the battle is not over and I pray that I can keep my eyes on the prize: fulfilling God’s will in my life and giving Him all the praise and glory. I must remember that I am His little one and that He’s delighted with me and Avia Joy. </p><p> Papa and I are celebrating Avia Joy’s ninth birthday on April 21. Please pray she will continue to bear good fruit and bring many souls to God! </p><p> “Glorify the Lord with me, let us together extol His name. I sought the Lord and He answered me and delivered me from all my fears.” Psalm 34 :4-5</p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-78262665287269612472023-04-12T12:26:00.000-04:002023-04-12T12:26:52.947-04:00Better for the Telling<p> Although the fog that had surrounded me in my grief had lifted, the pain and loss was still present. The holidays are a difficult time to navigate, especially the first one when your loved one is not there.</p><p> I tried to focus on others, especially Sarah’s husband and children, offering my loss up for them in the hope of just maybe, easing their pain. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> I was also hosting Christmas, which was a good way to push through, keep busy and do the next thing to be prepared for the big day.</p><p> I had gone to confession and readied my soul. I was able to truly forgive myself for the things I had thought, and the way I had felt. The priest told me to be gentle with myself. We do not have control of the way grief hits us and he assured me that both Sarah and God understood. I am always so grateful for all the graces that are received in the Sacrament of Reconciliation. Whether I ‘feel’ differently or not, I know the graces are showered down upon me!</p><p> One of the ways Sarah’s loss had a positive effect upon me, was that it heightened my gratitude for my husband, our children, their spouses and our grandchildren. They have always been precious to me, but the fact that we had this time together was received as the gift it truly is. We were blessed to be together, and I would enjoy every minute!</p><p> On Christmas morning, I stole some quiet time to open Sarah’s gift to me. It still amazed me that she had the presence of mind to choose gifts for all of her loved ones. I pondered what it could be as I opened it. It was a hand forged nail, called the “Christmas Nail.” It was to be placed on your tree on a sturdy branch but hidden from well-wishers. It is to be hung with the thought: The Christmas tree but foreshadows the Christ tree which only He could decorate for us, with nails such as these. The nail is known only to the home that hangs it and understood, only by the heart that understands it.</p><p> Wow, Sarah! This is quite the gift…one I will ponder and cherish for years to come. Thank you!</p><p> Our Christmas celebration was wonderful, but short-lived. Several days after Christmas, I tested positive for covid. Although I did not feel sick, I still had to isolate. That put an end to the remaining of our planned festivities.</p><p> I took it as a retreat. I read, prayed, watched religious movies, listened to spiritual podcasts and just rested. It seemed like a gift. I had been so busy for so many months and now everything just slowed down and I could actually allow myself the luxury of stillness. It was really good for me, and I felt Sarah’s presence there with me. </p><p> On the last day of the year, I always write a letter to Papa: this year would be no different. It had been a year that I had truly been looking forward to for many years! 2022… Little did I know all that it would entail. So many blessings and surprises! So many cherished memories! So many thorns strewn among the roses!</p><p> I began to review the past year with all its highs and lows. I thanked God for everything…even the difficult parts and His faithfulness in giving me the graces to handle it all. I then asked that He continue to be with me in the new year with all that it holds. I then gave Him once again, my will, my heart, my soul, my life. I petitioned Papa to open doors that need to be opened and close doors that need to be closed. I asked that He make it clear if I am to write again, and asked Sarah to intercede as well. I asked Papa for the grace to use my life as He wanted me to and not waste any day…to give me the grace to be grateful for each day here on earth, until He calls me to Himself.</p><p> The next day was New Years Day, and I was still quarantined. After ‘virtual’ Mass and prayers prayed, I checked my email. This was in the subject line: Any inspirations? It was from one of Sarah’s friends who had approached me at the funeral luncheon to ask about Avia Joy. She wasn’t sure if she subscribed or not and did not want to miss the next one when it was published…however long it takes. She mentioned the last one I had written had helped her very much. She just read it again and needed to take it to heart. </p><p> I responded that I was touched by her words and explained how she could subscribe if she wasn’t already. I told her how edified and affirmed I was by Sarah’s friends who had approached me at the luncheon to share how Avia Joy had impacted their lives. I asked that she pray and intercede for me to know what God’s will is for me and my writing. I told her I’ve been bugging Sarah to make it clear also. I would let her know when and if I wrote again.</p><p> I began to ask family and friends to intercede for this special intention. I couldn’t just sit down and write something. Papa was the one who inspired me with different thoughts that would come as a trickle at first, and then a stream and finally a river.</p><p> I was speaking to a friend and telling her about the interest in Avia Joy and my prayer petition. She asked me how I will know if I’m supposed to write. I told her that Papa would somehow let me know. She then told me that she believed He has done that already! In fact, my story with Sarah’s friends asking me to write again and then the email received in the new year remined her of a joke: a man was in a flood. He prayed and asked God to save him. A policeman came to rescue him. He told the policeman he was waiting for God to save him. A boat then came to help him. He told the person in the boat he was waiting for God to save him. A man in a helicopter came. He again replied he didn’t need help. God was going to save him. The man drowned. When he arrived in heaven, he asked God why He didn’t save him. God responded that he tried. He sent a policeman, a boat and a helicopter. </p><p> My friend told me that God had given me the answer. He sent Sarah’s friends to tell me and like the man in the flood, I didn’t realize God had sent all those people to answer my question. A big smile came over my face and I laughed. How could I be so dim? Why didn’t I see it?</p><p> It seemed like the ‘awakening’ opened a flood gate of thoughts and ideas. “Would I write about Sarah? I had just done her eulogy and maybe I could share that?” </p><p> I continued to listen and pray. A scripture kept coming to me. It was from the book of Tobit. “A king’s secret it is prudent to keep, but the works of God are to be declared and make known.” Tobit 12:7</p><p> God had blessed me in so many ways that past year and He wanted me to make His great works known. Sarah would be a part of it, and her story of a life well lived, but more than that…all the miracles that happened and continue to happen every day. He wanted me to share my story as well, and the way He was working in my life. God wanted me to go through it again, so I could be aware of all He had done and share it with others. Enabling us to be aware of all the ways He works in our lives and gives us hope. </p><p> Through Sarah and her friends, He had breathed new life into Avia Joy. She was once again a ‘song in my heart that He wanted me to sing’…to sing and give praise and glory to God! </p><p> “Thank God! Give Him the praise and the glory. Before all the living, acknowledge the many good things He has done for you, by blessing and extolling His name in song. Before all men, honor and proclaim God’s deeds, and do not be slack in praising Him.” Tobit 12:6</p><p> I have finished the story I set out to tell. It did take some time, but I am better for the telling. My story will continue as God reveals to me just what He wants me to share. Please stay with me on my journey and give glory and praise to our good God!</p><p> “This is the day the Lord has made; let us be glad and rejoice in it.” Psalm 118:24</p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-6887836031783419772023-04-06T12:13:00.000-04:002023-04-06T12:13:15.365-04:00Grief Exposed<p> “We do not want you to be unaware, brothers, about those who have fallen asleep, so that you do not grieve like the rest, who have no hope. For if we believe that Jesus died and rose, so too will God, through Jesus, bring with Him those who have fallen asleep.” 1Thessalonias 4:13-14</p><p><br /></p><p> I was struggling! I knew Sarah was experiencing eternal life, be it purgatory or heaven, yet I was grieving in a way I had never done before. </p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> In my head, I knew she was closer to me than she had ever been. I spoke to her often and did not hesitate to ask for her intercession for matters near and dear to my heart. But I felt lost. I could not concentrate. I was easily distracted. I could not feel any joy around me. </p><p> It was midway through Advent, when the readings are so rich with abundance and hope, yet my heart was heavy and weighed down in grief. I tried as I could to ignore it, yet grief remained.</p><p> I had never experienced this type of grief. Sure, I felt very sad and cried at the loss of loved ones who had already gone before me, but there was always that feeling of hope of what lay ahead for them. </p><p> Was it because Sarah and I were so close? I knew her longer than anyone else, at this point. We had shared a bedroom for the first 20 years of my life. We got married in the same year, raised children together, shared joys and sorrows our whole lives, shared our faith journey, and many of life’s events. </p><p> Even with all of that, I expected to feel happy for her. I was happy for her, but the feeling part was lacking. I wanted to move on but felt stuck.</p><p> I began to bring my questions to God in prayer. Why am I feeling this way? Why can’t I lift myself or talk myself out of this? What am I missing? I wanted to grieve as I usually did. Why is this different? </p><p> As I continued on my quest to receive answers, different thoughts began to surface.</p><p> I was supposed to have seen her again. It was a little more than a week from my planned visit when everything changed. I wish I had gone sooner. Sarah promised me that I’d see her again here. This wasn’t supposed to happen this way. I won’t get to see her again till the next life. I am angry!</p><p> It suddenly became very clear to me that my grief was different because I was grieving the visit that never happened. Afterall, Sarah had promised me, and she wouldn’t break her promise. She sounded so sure and certain about it when I saw her last. This wasn’t supposed to be the way things turned out. </p><p> I was angry with Sarah. Angry with God. Angry with myself for even thinking and feeling this way. Who was I to question God’s permissive and ordaining will? I also felt selfish and guilty.</p><p> Sarah’s husband, children and grandchildren lost much more than I did. How could I even think like this? Yet it was my truth, my reality, my feelings and I knew deep down that until I was honest with them, I would remain stuck in my grief.</p><p> I turned my thoughts to God. “Papa, I’m angry with You because You took Sarah before I got to see her again. I didn’t even get to talk with her that day. I thought we’d have more time. I didn’t want it to turn out this way…so sudden and unexpected. I need to be honest with You, Papa and know I cannot move on until that happens. I feel like I have a hole in my heart that I’m trying to fill with everything but You. Please help me to be open to the grace to accept what has happened and be truly happy for Sarah.” </p><p> I then turned in prayer to Sarah. “Sarah, I know you didn’t have any control of what happened when you left us. It had to take you by surprise also. Although a part of me is happy for you that this is all behind you, there is a part of me that feels angry that all of us are stuck with the worldly struggles and problems and you are so blessed to be free from these worries."</p><p> Again, I felt so selfish thinking that way, but I was weary and tired, and I too wanted to be free from all life’s burdens, and I wanted it now.</p><p> I knew my thoughts and feelings were outlandish, but that is where I was on my journey with grief.</p><p> As I sat in prayer, another thought entered my mind. I needed to forgive. I needed to forgive Papa, Sarah and myself. This was the next step in the process, along with bringing it all to the Sacrament of Reconciliation, but this must come first.</p><p> “Papa, please forgive me for my anger with You for taking Sarah. You had been so generous in extending her time with us for so much longer than we expected. It’s just that it happened so suddenly and unexpectedly. You had given me warning ahead of time that it could happen that way, and I’m grateful for that. It’s just when it did happen, I really wasn’t ready. It was so close to my visit, and I wanted that so much to happen. I’m sorry for my reaction Papa. Please forgive me and help me to accept this great loss and to feel truly happy for Sarah. Thank you for the gift of her and our close relationship for all these years!”</p><p> Next came Sarah. “My dear Sarah, please forgive me for being angry with you for breaking your promise to me. I know you had no control of it at all. It’s just that I wanted to spend more time with you, but truth be told, would I have ever been satisfied even if I had gotten to visit you once more? I probably would have wanted another visit. I hope you are in heaven enjoying God’s presence. I can’t even imagine what it is like. Please give Mom, Dad, Yoana, Unc and all of our loved ones my love and make sure you give St. Therese a big hug from me. Continue to intercede for us all and send us signs of your presence in our lives. I love you and look forward to seeing you again one day.”</p><p> I felt so much better. </p><p> I asked Papa to help me to make a good confession and to ready my heart, making room for Jesus to come in on Christmas morning. I wanted to rid my heart of all the clutter, most especially the unforgiveness, and allow my heart to shine. Help me Lord, to bring the darkness of my heart into Your holy and healing light. I then gave thanks and praise to God, as I sat in His Presence receiving His generous love.</p><p> Hope restored!</p><p> “Precious in the eyes of the Lord is the death of His faithful ones. O Lord, I am Your servant, the son of Your handmaid; You have loosed my bonds.” Psalm 116:15-16</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-47586246738476604312023-03-31T13:25:00.003-04:002023-03-31T14:34:31.976-04:00Our Sarah -- A Life Well Lived<p> Thanksgiving was just around the corner, and Sarah continued to ‘hold court’ with all family members who visited. I had made my plane reservations and was counting the days, like a child waiting for Christmas, till my visit December 10th to the 15th. </p><p> Praise be to God; Sarah was really good and enjoyed everyone’s presence so much that it seemed to lend to her wellbeing. Her joy was then contagious to those around her.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> Her children and their families were all coming for Thanksgiving. There would also be two birthday celebrations, to add to the festivities. Everyone would help with the feast and Sarah of course, would supervise, making sure everything was prepared to her liking.</p><p> Sarah’s three oldest grandchildren surprised her with a visit the day before Thanksgiving. This truly delighted her as she sat there with her twelve grandchildren, soaking in joy, love and activity that filled her home and heart. </p><p> The day to ‘give thanks’ came, and boy did they give thanks for Sarah’s presence. Realizing this would probably be her last Thanksgiving, they wanted to make the most of it. There was feasting, laughter and love, served to all present.</p><p> At this point, the idea and hope, that just maybe she would make it to Christmas was starting to grow in all of our minds and hearts. Although Sarah was limited by what she was able to do, her presence was vibrant and full of life! She was truly living in the present moment and enjoying every bit of it, as she gave thanks and praise to God.</p><p> The visit with her children and their families was wonderful; so many memories to cherish. Before leaving, Sarah’s daughters Miriam and Rina decided to decorate for Christmas. What joy this brought to Sarah. She loved Christmas and was delighted to orchestrate the decorating as each piece was taken from its box. Miriam took a picture of her parents in front of the beautifully decorated tree: Sarah glowed, and David looked so happy, holding his dear wife close to his heart!</p><p> Long hugs and kisses were exchanged as each family member departed. Things would be quiet for a number of days until the next guests arrived.</p><p> Sarah wanted to take advantage of this time to do her Christmas shopping online. She was on a mission to have something for everyone on her list. She also wanted to schedule a visit from her pastor, to have her confession heard and administer to her the Sacrament of the Sick. As usual, Miriam took care of every detail while also attending to Sarah’s needs with love. </p><p> Our brother Jacob and his wife, Nora, arrived on the 30th of November. They were pleased to see how great Sarah seemed! They sat in the kitchen chatting while having dinner and soaked in her presence as she told stories and laughed.</p><p> Father Peter was coming a little later to visit and give Sarah the sacraments she so yearned to receive. She was well aware of keeping her soul in as good a shape as possible, and Father was happy to fulfill her requests. Father stayed for a visit, and it was a delightful evening for all.</p><p> It was now December 1st…nine days away from my visit! I was making sure I was prepared for Christmas before my departure, and ‘fitting in’ my routine doctor appointments, as well as tests needed before the end of the year.</p><p> Sarah was on my mind so much that day. Although we had spoken a good bit before her company arrived, I felt like I wanted to ‘touch base’ with her. I hated taking her time away from others while they visited, and I felt like it was more important for her children to talk to her. I decided to let it go and speak with her another time.</p><p> At 8:30 that evening, I received a text from Miriam: on our way to the E.R. Somethings up with Mom. Will keep you in the loop. Please pray!</p><p> My heart sunk! I felt like this could be the beginning of the end. Sarah’s daughter-in-law said something like this could happen. It’s totally out of our hands. We immediately turned to prayer!</p><p> Miriam was so good at letting us know what was happening; each test, along with the results and the updates, as the evening progressed. In between tests, Sarah realized she had not said her Divine Mercy that day. She asked her husband David, and her daughter Miriam, if they would pray it with her. Unbeknown to them, Sarah’s children and their spouses were praying it for her as well, in their homes. Sarah had been a Divine Mercy Apostle for many years, and she would not miss benefitting the promises of the devotion: Jesus had told St. Faustina that “whoever will recite it, will receive great mercy at the hour of death.”</p><p> It was some time after midnight when the medical team believed Sarah was stable and could be discharged to go home. It would take some time, but she would eventually be discharged. I was pleased for all of them. Sarah would be more comfortable in her home and could rest more easily.</p><p> Being so far away was difficult. I could not sleep. I prayed rosary after rosary, and Divine Mercy after Divine Mercy. I sent my angel to be with Sarah since I could not be there. I wondered how she was doing and if she had been discharged yet. </p><p> Shortly after 2 A.M., my cellphone lit up. I could see my brother’s name. I grabbed my phone, but we got disconnected. When I called back, I heard Miriam’s voice. “Mom’s gone!”, she sobbed. “Mom’s gone!” I couldn’t believe my ears. Stunned, I asked what happened. I honestly can’t remember if she told me or if my brother got on the phone and told me what had happened. </p><p> How could this be so? She was sent home and it seemed like the danger had passed. That is what we all thought.</p><p> But God saw things differently. As Miriam was getting Sarah ready for bed, something was not right. She called for her dad. Sarah passed shortly thereafter, from this life to eternal life, while being held in the loving arms of both David and Miriam. </p><p> The inevitable happened…and we were not at all emotionally prepared for it. Sarah had managed to live her life fully till the end and somehow, it felt like this would never happen.</p><p> A call to Father Peter was made and he came to anoint her once again. He prayed a Divine Mercy with David and Miriam, in the presence of Sarah. Father stayed for hours and comforted them and did what he could to bring God’s peace to all present.</p><p> Funeral arrangements were made; December 9 at Sarah’s parish. December 11, up north.</p><p> The church was packed! Sarah had been an active member of St. Mary’s since their arrival, almost thirty years ago. She participated in almost everything and delighted in serving both God and His Church. She had made so many dear friends, who were more like family to her. They would not miss the chance to pay tribute to Sarah by attending her funeral Mass. They had shared so much together and supported each other both in good and difficult times.</p><p> Sarah’s Mass was beautiful. Father Peter was so reverent and prayed with such sincerity. It was a solemn Mass, with chanted music. Father’s homily was moving and very personal. He made it clear that he knew Sarah well and admired her for her strong faith. He commended the way she lived that faith in her daily life and most especially throughout her long illness. He then directed his words to a lighter side which brought levity to the congregation. He told us that Sarah was the first parishioner he met when he came there, which brought a smile to our faces. That was Sarah’s way. She was the first to welcome him to the parish and pledged her support and help in any way that was needed. </p><p> The altar servers for the Mass were two of Sarah’s grandchildren, and her daughter-in-law was the lector and proclaimed God’s word. All did a beautiful job!</p><p> They hosted a luncheon afterwards and the whole congregation was invited. The Southern hospitality was so refreshing, and the food and desserts were plentiful!</p><p> I had met a good number of Sarah’s friends from time to time when I’d visit, and it was great to see them again. Sarah was the biggest booster of ‘Avia Joy’ and had shared my blog with them. It had been some time since I had published anything and many of them wanted to know why. I really didn’t have an answer and told them to pray for inspiration for me. They shared with me the way ‘Avia’ had helped them on their life’s journey and encouraged me to begin to write again. </p><p> I was standing with my niece Miriam when another of Sarah’s friend came up to me and said the same thing. “I think Mom is trying to tell you something,” Auntie! We both laughed and could imagine Sarah smiling down on us.</p><p> We went back to ‘Sarah’s’ after the luncheon. Although the whole house was filled with people, somehow it felt empty without her presence. Miriam suggested I spend some time ‘with Sarah’ on her prayer chair. Sarah had spent countless hours in prayer on that chair and her presence was palpable. Tears streamed down my face as I touched the fabric of the chair and drank in her presence. </p><p> Although it helped, it was at the same time bittersweet. We had this funeral behind us and another to attend in two days, after a long ride home. </p><p> David, Sarah’s husband, as well as their children and their spouses, traveled north for her Memorial Mass. </p><p> We had a visitation time before the Mass and greeted hundreds of people who were mourning the great loss of Sarah…so many memories shared…and much love poured out…tears shed.</p><p> The Mass was beautiful: the music, the readings, all chosen by Sarah and a testimony to her life and strong faith. Sarah’s siblings and godchildren did the readings, prayer of the faithful, and brought up the gifts, and the eulogy. The organist was wonderful, and the cantor had the voice of an angel. </p><p> My pastor knew Sarah personally for many years and gave a homily that was both touching and comforting to all. The eulogy touched on all aspects of Sarah’s life, which was all tied together by her Catholic faith which guided all her actions. </p><p> Sarah had been an inspiration to so many and a light that shone through the darkness of a dreadful disease. She and all of us, were grateful for all the extra time God had granted to her and for feeling well enough to live her life fully…even till the end. Sarah lived her life with grace and joy and brought that joy to so many, family, friends and strangers, along the way.</p><p> We all have a hole in our hearts with Sarah’s passing and miss her terribly. But we must remember, she is with us in a different way. Let us continue to talk to her often and ask her to beseech all in heaven, for the intentions of our hearts. Afterall, she is a mover and a shaker and once she takes on a mission, she will not stop till it is accomplished. </p><p> Like Sarah, let us fix our eyes on heaven, our true home, and live our lives as she did, to be united with her one day. </p><p> Sarah, we love you! We miss you! Please pray for us and know we will pray for you!</p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-4877533123566168942023-03-25T17:24:00.000-04:002023-03-25T17:24:40.785-04:00Time Together -- Our Precious Gift<p> Although the pilgrimage was wonderful, it felt great to be home! I couldn’t wait to talk with Sarah and make plans for our visit.</p><p> She sounded so good on the phone and wanted to know every detail of our trip…most especially the ‘special’ moments. Our conversation then shifted: when was I coming to visit? I really wanted to leave right then and there, hop in the car and go to give her a big hug and kiss. But unfortunately, I had developed a bit of a cold the last few days of the trip and wanted to be perfectly well before spending time with Sarah. That would mean I’d have to wait and not leave right away.</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> Because Sarah was on hospice, many family members were wanting to visit. We did not know how long we would have her and wanted to take advantage of her still feeling pretty good…all things considered. Her daughter Miriam, who had moved back home to help care for her mom, was taking care of scheduling the visits. After a bit of juggling, it was all set: my daughter-in-law and I would visit from 13th to the 16th of November. </p><p> Between that time and the time of my visit, I spoke with Sarah as often as possible. Sometimes it was just for a few minutes, while other days it was a longer conversation. She had begun coughing sometime in August, which determined the length of our phone call. Although it was wonderful to hear her voice, I wished she didn’t live so far from me. Wishing would not change our situation, so I offered it up for her instead.</p><p> Although Sarah didn’t feel ready to leave this earth, she began to talk about her funeral arrangements. She had lived down south for a little more than 30 years but had lived up north for 40 prior to that. She wanted to make the decisions with her family but insisted that there would be something in both places. </p><p> Sarah was very efficient, and went about choosing scripture readings, those who would do the readings, songs, and all the details that would go into both her funeral Mass, as well as her memorial Mass up north. She was relentless in her planning, and everyone would kid her about her tenacity with the subject. Their comments did not lead her off course; she was determined to be prepared.</p><p> Despite the fact that Sarah’s health continued to decline, she still seemed pretty good, and tried to keep things as ‘normal’ as possible. In early November, she had done a little too much; much like when she came to our anniversary celebration. The effects of the cancer were taking its toll on her. Suddenly, her condition became very worrisome. Once again, it seemed like Sarah was making that disconnect …not talking on the phone or texting, spending time in bed which was very unusual for her. I wasn’t sure if she was going to rally again, or if it was ‘the beginning of the end.’ </p><p> I contacted Sarah’s daughter-in-law, who works in oncology, to ask if she had any sense of Sarah’s time left. I didn’t want to be blindsided and felt like I wanted to know the truth…whatever it was.</p><p> She was so sweet and gentle with her response, but honest at the same time: when someone stops chemo with her type of cancer, their life expectancy is usually less than 12 weeks. It’s 7 weeks right now. We are praying that she’ll make it to Thanksgiving, but it would truly be miraculous if she made it to Christmas. It’s all in God’s hands. But often, people with her issues, death can happen very suddenly and unexpectedly. </p><p> I was grateful for her honesty and thanked her for it. She had done such a wonderful job journeying with Sarah throughout her illness, making sure she always saw the best doctors and had the appropriate treatments. We were thankful for her love, concern and expertise: it brought Sarah and all of us great comfort. </p><p> Thanks be to God, Sarah bounced back after a number of days! I felt like I could breathe again; it appeared as though our visit would happen. Please God, please! </p><p> Family members were scheduled to visit from November 10 to December 8; Miriam had blocks of ‘no visit’ days planned in between to give Sarah time to recoup after the visits. </p><p> Our visit had finally arrived, and I was so very excited! </p><p> Sarah was in a wheelchair again, due to some issues she was having, but when we walked in the door, she was full of life and joy! We hugged and kissed one another, and tears filled our eyes. She was beaming and very talkative, which delighted us deeply.</p><p> Our time together was so wonderful! She joined us each day at the table for breakfast, lunch and dinner. She would stay at the dinner table for hours afterwards, telling stories and reminiscing. We even played her favorite card game that she taught us. My daughter-in-law took some videos, while Sarah was speaking, which were delightful!</p><p> Miriam made sure Sarah and I had plenty of private time together, which was such a gift to both of us. I was able to bring her Holy Communion after Mass one day which delighted the two of us. We prayed the Divine Mercy and the rosary each day. In our time together, we also talked about our lives and our journey through all these years. We talked about her upcoming death and the fact that it seemed surreal. She expressed the fact that she didn’t ‘feel’ ready to let go of everyone. I assured her that when the time would come, God would prepare her, and she need not worry about it. He had done it in September and November when we thought we were losing her. </p><p> Sarah talked with excitement about what she would do when she did get to heaven. She reminded me much of St. Therese, promising things would go “biiiingggg!” when she arrived as she was going to be interceding for all of our very special intentions. It made me laugh, because Sarah was a mover and a shaker all of her life and I didn’t doubt her words!</p><p> She thanked me for being her spiritual mentor and introducing her to St. Therese when we were children. Sarah had taken out a page of Therese’ book and like the saint, she too offered herself as a victim of holocaust to God’s merciful love so that when she died, “her soul would take its flight without any delay into the eternal embrace of God’s merciful love.” Sarah then added, “but please, pray for me as if I am in Purgatory, and have Masses offered for my soul.” </p><p> Sarah and I then talked about her funeral arrangements and discussed the decisions she had made. It seemed so difficult to believe that she was dying! She was so full of life! Although when I thought about it, she had declined significantly since my visit in August. At that time, she was able to attend daily Mass and make a holy hour each day with me. This visit, she was not up to the effort that it took. In fact, I would wait till she napped before going to make a holy hour, where I would pour out my heart to God for all of us to receive His grace and operate in it, for whatever His will was for Sarah.</p><p> Time was moving much too quickly, and our visit was coming to an end. I wished so much that I had planned on staying longer, but others were scheduled, and I didn’t want to steal from ‘their’ special time together. Once again, I would offer up my disappointment to God for Sarah and her family that they could at least celebrate Thanksgiving together, and possibly Christmas.</p><p> It was time to leave, and my heart was breaking. I thanked Sarah’s husband and daughter for opening their home to us and their fantastic hospitality. I was so grateful to them, to give us the opportunity to share Sarah with us, at a time when many are overly protective of their loved ones.</p><p> It was time to say goodbye to Sarah. I didn’t want to cry, but try as I might, the tears began pouring out and then sobs. I didn’t know if I’d get to see her again and I just didn’t want to leave. </p><p> I voiced my fear to Sarah. She responded, “You will see me again.” I responded, “I know in the next life, but I want to see you again here. I wish you didn’t live so far from me, so I could come more often.” “No, I don’t mean in the next life, I mean here. You will get to see me again,” Sarah replied. She spoke with such certainty and conviction that I believed her. I then hugged her tightly and kissed her again not wanting to let go.</p><p> After some time, I released Sarah, and apologized to all for what I saw as ‘making a scene.’ They were all sweet and gentle with tears streaming down their faces, as we all hugged once more. It was time to leave for the airport. </p><p> As we headed out of their driveway, Sarah was waiting at the window with a final wave, while blowing a kiss. It was one of the things she was famous for doing and was both expected and welcomed by all her family members and friends.</p><p> I would cherish that picture of her until I would see her once again. Our visit was so enjoyable and full of new memories which I would tuck in with all those already treasured.</p><p> </p><p> “Why are you so downcast, O my soul? Why do you sigh within me? Hope in God! For I shall again be thanking Him, in the presence of my Savior and my God.” Psalm 42: 12</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5381661916185231466.post-87287490422809169132023-03-20T15:09:00.020-04:002023-03-21T17:10:54.628-04:00Thorns Among the Roses -- Part 7 <p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><span><a name='more'></a></span><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass would be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it would be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that we would get to attend a Mass at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but since I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year, I was even more delighted. Secondly, that it would be offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind bullet-proof glass. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name 'Nana,' in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings, each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch is said to be the first Christian to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions, touching the ground where martyrs were laid to rest. It was also amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840 but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets: Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and beauty, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. Not only had we experienced this wonderful pilgrimage, but my sister Sarah had 'virtually' traveled with us. God willing, I would get to visit with her soon!</p><p> “I will give thanks to You, O Lord, with all my heart; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> </p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> </p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> </p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> </p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p><br /></p><p> </p><p> </p><p> </p><p> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></p><p> </p><p> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</p><p> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </p><p> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</p><p> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</p><p> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </p><p> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </p><p> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </p><p> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</p><p> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</p><p> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</p><p> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</p><p> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</p><p> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</p><p> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</p><p> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</p><p> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </p><p> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </p><p> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</p><p> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </p><p> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</p><p> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </p><p> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</p><p> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</p><p> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </p><p> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </p><p> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</p><p> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</p><p> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </p><p> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</p><p> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</p><p> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </p><p> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</p><p> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </p><p> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </p><p> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </p><p> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</p><p> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</p><p> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </p><p> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</p><p> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</p><p> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</p><p> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </p><p> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</p><p> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </p><p> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</p><p> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</p><p> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</p><p> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</p><p> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </p><p> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </p><p> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </p><p> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </p><p> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</p><p> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</p><p> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </p><p> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </p><p> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </p><p> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</p><p> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </p><p> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. 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My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> Today is not only our last day in Rome, but also of our pilgrimage. My heart is so full of gratitude to God for allowing Jonathan and I to celebrate our 50th wedding anniversary in such a grand way!</div><div> Fr. Peter, our spiritual director on the pilgrimage, informed our group that we would attend a private mass at St. Peter’s Basilica. The Mass will be celebrated in the chapel of Our Lady of Czestochowa and much to our surprise and delight, it will be offered for Jon, myself and our family, in honor of our golden anniversary. </div><div> This was another kiss from God: first, that a Mass would be offered for us at St. Peter’s is thrilling in itself, but I have a particular devotion to Our Lady of Czestochowa and visit her shrine that’s not too far from our home, twice a year. Secondly, that it is offered for the two of us and our family. I felt overwhelmed with joy and thanks.</div><div> The Mass was so very special. We were seated in the front pew. I was privileged to lector, once again. Father gave a moving homily and at the end of Mass, he came to Jon and I and bestowed a special blessing that brought tears to my eyes. This was truly a highlight of our pilgrimage!</div><div> After Mass we went to the upper church and headed for the tomb of St. John Paul II. It was an honor and a privilege to pray before this great saint: a very holy man who impacted my personal life, the life of the Church, and ultimately, the world. He taught us how to live and how to die, while giving all honor and glory to God. </div><div> I was thrilled to ask St. John Paul II to bring all the petitions of my heart to Our Lady, who was said to be the twinkle in his eyes, and ask that she present them to Jesus, and He to take them to the Throne of God the Father. </div><div> Next, we viewed the Pieta: a stunning and breath-taking marble sculpture by the famous Michelangelo sculpted between 1498-1499. My heart was torn open as I gazed upon our Blessed Mother holding the dead and lifeless body of her Son, Jesus. The sorrowful Image demanded that you ponder the scene for some time in silence, before moving to the next great work of art. </div><div> Unfortunately, we had to view it from a distance, because it is now protected behind Plexiglas. In 1972, it was significantly damaged on Pentecost Sunday, by a mentally disturbed man, who made his way to the unprotected sculpture. It was fully restored and is magnificent to behold.</div><div> We turned from the altar and continued to take in all the beauty around us in the basilica: massive holy water fonts, shaped as immense sea shells that are held by large beautiful cherubim; gorgeous orate marble floors, the golden intricately carved ceilings, the glass encased body of St. Pope Pius X, the pope who lowered the age of reception of Holy Communion to 7 years of age…the age of reason; the massive ‘holy door,’ which is opened by the pope during Jubilee years, so pilgrims may pass through piously, and gain the plenary indulgence attached with the Jubilee celebration. After the holy year, the outside of the doors is sealed by mortar and cement so they cannot be opened. The body of St. John XXIII is also displayed behind glass to view and venerate. He is the pope that opened the Second Vatican Council.</div><div> The ‘high altar’ in the basilica is absolutely stunning. A large baroque sculpted bronze canopy, called a ciborium or baldachin is over it. It is the work of Bernini. The altar was placed over one of the most holy spots in the basilica: it was built over the tomb of St. Peter. This altar, called the ‘pope’s altar,’ has a spectacular golden colored stained-glass window with the Holy Spirit gleaming in its center. It is surrounded by a myriad of golden carved cherubim with numerous shafts of golden light bursting forth. Beneath the window is the Chair of St. Peter, the chair belonging to him which is enclosed in a sculpted gilt bronze casing. The casing over the relic was designed and constructed by Bernini between 1647 and 1653. It was glorious to behold.</div><div> We then walked over to the bronze statue of St. Peter, seated on a throne-like chair. He is holding the keys, while giving a blessing. Pilgrims over the centuries have worn his right toes thin by either touching or kissing them. This work is attributed to Arnolfo di Cambio in the 13th century.</div><div> Everywhere you looked in the basilica, lay a feast for your eyes! I’ve tried to paint a picture, but there was so much to see that it would take forever to describe it all.</div><div> Much to our delight, we were scheduled to explore the lower basilica where the tomb of St. Peter is located.</div><div> It is difficult to wrap your head around the idea of venerating the remains of the first pope! St. Peter: the man who walked, talked, and lived with Our Lord for 3 years; he both loved Jesus and denied Him…very much like most of us do. But in all that, Jesus knew his heart and saw beyond his faults and forgave him, as He does us…This was the man we were honored to venerate and ask for his prayers.</div><div> And pray I did! I begged St. Peter to intercede for the members of my family who no longer practice their faith, as well as for all the intentions I had been carrying in my heart for so many loved ones.</div><div> We next saw the tomb of St. Pope Paul VI. He was the pope to close the Vatican Council and is famous for his encyclical, Humane Vitae. </div><div> The downstairs was filled with many relics, ancient artifacts and works of art. Part of the pillar where Jesus was scourged was there to venerate...another touching and moving moment. </div><div> We then walked out of the basilica the square, over to the very spot where Pope John Paul II’s assassination attempt occurred. It is marked by a flat monument on which his papal crest and the date on which it occurred is inscribed.</div><div> Our next stop was the Church of St. Anne in the Vatican: a parish church consecrated in 1583. It was another beautiful church: baroque in style and dedicated to St. Anne, the mother of Mary and grandmother of Jesus. </div><div> I have a special devotion to Anne and took the name “Nana,” in her honor when I became a grandmother. As I knelt before a painting of St. Anne, with the child Mary standing by her side, I prayed fervently that she intercedes for me that my children, their spouses, and our grandchildren would be brought close to her daughter and her Grandson.</div><div> We left and began our long walk to the Vatican Museum and gardens. </div><div> The mission of the museum is evangelization: to show how artists gave honor and glory to God throughout the ages. The beauty, seen in these masterpieces, have a way of opening our hearts to joy and gives us an opportunity to encounter God.</div><div> The museum was a group of most impressive buildings that housed numerous galleries filled with art treasures. It contains awe-inspiring relics and works of art that have been donated throughout the centuries as a tribute to God and our Catholic faith.</div><div> Our tour began around 11 A.M. and ended around 1 to 1:30P.M. We began in the gardens on a magnificent sunny day, surrounded by manicured bushes, trees, beautiful fountains and ancient statues, with a view of St. Peter’s Basilica. </div><div> We then joined with thousands of people, traveling from one gallery to another, gazing upon some of the most impressive art and artifacts in the world: paintings by Raphael, Da Vinci, Reni, Caravaggio, and numerous other famous artists; statues from as early as the first and second centuries; the Sarcophagus of St. Helena, who died in 335 A.D. and was the mother of Emperor Constantine; the stunning gallery of tapestries, telling stories of salvation history and Church history as well; the Gallery of Maps and so much more. </div><div> Your eyes and mind were literally saturated by wonder and beauty, for what seemed like miles, till the culmination of the tour arrived: the spectacular Sistine Chapel.</div><div> There are magnificent frescos from floor to ceilings; each vying for your attention. Although Michelangelo is usually the artist who comes to mind when we think about the Sistine Chapel, numerous artists contributed to its beauty over the centuries. Michelangelo was commissioned to paint the ceiling and the altar wall in the chapel: 1508 – 1512 (ceiling, the nine scenes from Genesis), 1513 – 1515 (The Prophets), and 1536 – 1541 (The Last Judgement).</div><div> As we looked about, surrounded by hundreds of pilgrims doing the same, we noticed benches on either side of the room. My husband and I were thrilled to find a seat, so we could take our time and explore all the beauty that lay before us. </div><div> I gazed upon Michelangelo’s masterpieces, which were restored between 1980 – 1994. I was amazed by the vibrant colors and the immensity of his work. Seeing the ‘Hand of God,’ giving life to Adam was thrilling, while exploring the details of the Last Judgement brought feelings of fear and dread!</div><div> When we felt satisfied that we had had our fill, we left the museum and headed to a restaurant for lunch. We found a restaurant that had some outdoor seating, to enjoy the beautiful weather and drink in the Roman ambience, while filling our tummies with delicious Italian cuisine.</div><div> We rejoined our group and headed by bus to our next destination. On the way we would pass ancient Roman ruins: the Circus Maximus, which little remained, was an ancient chariot racing stadium and venue for mass entertainment. It held 150,000 people in the first century and when enlarged in the fourth century, 250,000. </div><div> The Arch of Constantine was the next site to view. The Arch was commissioned by the Roman Senate to commemorate Constantine’s victory which made him sole emperor in Rome and legalized Christianity, in 312 A.D.</div><div> We then passed the Colosseum: the largest amphitheater ever built. Construction began in 72 A.D. and was completed in 80 A.D. It was used to host gladiators shows and other events. Executions were also carried out there. It could accommodate 50,000 people. About 3,000 Christian martyrs died in the Colosseum. St. Ignatius of Antioch was the first to be martyred there. </div><div> We also passed the Church of Domine Quo Vadis (Lord, where are You going?) Tradition tells us it is located on the spot where Peter was fleeing Rome to avoid persecution when he saw the Risen Christ. </div><div> Stunned to see Jesus, Peter asked, “Lord, where are You going?” Christ replied, “I go to Rome to be persecuted once again.” </div><div> Peter then returned to Rome where he was crucified upside down because he didn’t think he was worthy to die the way Jesus did. He was crucified at the foot of Vatican Hill where St. Peter’s Basilica stands today.</div><div> We finally arrived at our destination: the Catacombs of Domitila. They are the largest and best-preserved catacombs in all of Rome.</div><div> The catacombs are named after the matron of the Flavian dynasty, who converted to Christianity and was exiled because of her beliefs. Before her exile, she gave it to the Christian community who made it their own, with Christian imagery. </div><div> This is the only Catacomb which has an underground basilica. It is dedicated to the martyrs, Nereus and Achilleus. The church was built upon the tombs of the two martyrs, who were soldiers of the imperial guard, killed for professing their faith.</div><div> The catacombs were used as underground burial sites and not places for Christians to hide. Christian martyrs were buried there, which made it a very popular place to be buried, near to the saints.</div><div> I was so excited to visit the catacombs. We began in the semi-subterranean basilica built at the end of the fourth century; it was like walking back in time. There were concrete benches, an altar and Christian art surrounding the sacred space. Just thinking about the early Christians worshiping here was thrilling!</div><div> A guide brought us into the burial areas which consists of narrow walkways, with multiple tombs from floor to ceiling, ranging in size. Many children were buried there because the mortality rate was extremely high. </div><div> Although some people had tile or marble slabs with their names inscribed, most of the tombs remained anonymous.</div><div> There were many Christian symbols found, both in the catacombs as well as in the basilica: the Good Shepherd, a person praying, a fish-- the symbol of Christianity, the anchor, and a dove with an olive branch in its beak. There were also symbols of the Old and New Testament. </div><div> Most of the burial places which had been previously occupied, are open spaces, but there are still some tombs in which bodies are enclosed.</div><div> As we walked through the catacombs, I ran my hands over and along the walls and opened tombs, and prayed for all of my loved ones and for their intentions. It was amazing, to view the murals and the Christian symbols which witnessed to the faith of the early Christians. I felt truly inspired by their conviction and their willingness to die for their faith…my faith! It was clear: we were standing on holy ground!</div><div> As we walked back to the bus, I was touched deeply by this experience. I prayed that if ever given the choice to die for my faith, I would have the great courage and strength, to say “yes.”</div><div> From the catacombs, we traveled to the Basilica of St. Paul Outside the Walls, which along with St. John Lateran, St. Mary Major, and St. Peter’s, is one of the four major papal basilicas.</div><div> The basilica was founded by Roman Emperor Constantine I, over the burial place of Paul of Tarsus; after Paul’s death, a memorial was built for him there. The basilica was consecrated in 324 A.D., by Pope Sylvester. </div><div> A much larger basilica was erected by Emperor Theodosius in 386 A.D, and was dramatically changed over the years. By the fifth century, it was larger than St. Peter’s. In 1823, a fired caused the near-total destruction of the basilica. In 1825, Pope Leo XII asked for donations and the reconstruction of the basilica began. Part of the basilica was consecrated and reopened in 1840, but took another 14 years before the entire building was re-consecrated by Pope Pius IX. The basilica was not fully completed until somewhere in the twentieth century. </div><div> As we walked outside the basilica, we could not miss the huge statue of St. Paul, wielding a sword in one hand, while holding the Holy Scriptures in the other: representing his martyrdom and his epistles. </div><div> Beautiful mosaics are seen behind him on the pediment of the basilica and on the wall below: Within the pediment sits the majestic figure of Jesus Christ on His throne, with St. Peter and St. Paul on either side. Below that is the mystical Lamb surrounded by 4 rivers (the 4 Gospels), and 12 Lambs (the Apostles), along with 2 cities; Bethlehem, Jesus’ birthplace and Jerusalem, where Christ was crucified and died. Beneath them all are 4 Old Testament Prophets; Isaiah, Jerimiah, Ezekiel, and Daniel. </div><div> The garden surrounding the basilica was absolutely beautiful, with its manicured bushes, palm trees and statues. We walked up the garden path to the basilica, stuck by its massive columns and huge doors into the stunning church.</div><div> It is an immense basilica with beautiful marble floors, magnificent golden carved ceilings, 80 marble columns, and colorful mosaic medallions of all the popes, from St. Peter to Pope Francis: 265 in all. There are only 6 spaces left and according to local legend, the pope whose face takes the last place will witness the end of the world…time will tell!</div><div> The design of the basilica, draws you toward the altar. There is a beautiful mosaic of Christ with the 4 Evangelists. Under this incredible mosaic arch is the altar: an intricately carved gothic baldachin or canopy, golden in color, stands above it. The tomb of St. Paul is located under the altar. </div><div> We had the great privilege to venerate the tomb and relics of this great saint and ask his intercession for all the intentions we carried in our hearts. It was quite overwhelming, realizing I was standing in the very spot where the great Apostle Paul was buried. What an immense blessing! Near the tomb, were the chains that held Paul prisoner while in Rome (61-63 A.D.). We venerated them as well. </div><div> There was a stunning side altar made of precious malachite, a green marble-like material that was donated by the Emperor of Russian at the time of the reconstruction. A huge painting of St. Paul’s conversion on his way to Damascus flanked the wall behind the altar. </div><div> The beauty, immensity and grandeur of the basilica, took your breath away! St. Paul Outside the Walls was the final destination of our superb and grace filled pilgrimage: we would leave Rome and return home the next day having been blessed beyond measure.</div><div> As I stilled myself, after another day full of wonder and gratitude, I was overcome with the need to give thanks and praise to God for all He had bestowed on us. </div><div> “I will thanks to You, O Lord, with all; I will declare all Your wondrous deeds. I will be glad and exalt in You; I will sing praise to Your name, Most High.” Psalm 9 :2-3</div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div><br /></div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> <span style="white-space: pre;"> </span></div><div> </div></div><div><br /></div>Avia Joyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01684583993488870073noreply@blogger.com2