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Prayers needed, please.
Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners...
Thursday, June 12, 2014
Monday, June 09, 2014
Thoughts from a Pilgrimage...
A few thoughts on the 2014 Auriesville Pilgrimage to the Shrine of the North American Martyrs.
I can't seem to write anything anymore, my mind just doesn't seem to want to think that way, full paragraphs seem to turn into random thoughts with no connection, but I do feel like reflecting on this event, this day of penance and prayer, this past Saturday, the Vigil of Pentecost.
Setting up camp with my wife, Helen, breaking out the equipment for the first time in 20 years.
Watching the main tent go up where the Holy Mass took place, and the men putting together the Altar.
Falling asleep Friday night listening to the sounds of the train across the river, feeling the ground slightly rumble beneath me.
Praying Lauds Saturday morning at the kneelers set up for Holy Communion then hearing the tinkle of the bell followed by Fr. G. and a server rounding the tent corner for morning Mass.
Hearing a rousing Catholic song ringing in the air before seeing the 12 or so young men pulling a rickshaw type carriage up the main road to the starting point of the march. They had been walking for three days to get there.
Kneeling to kiss Bishop Fellay's ring, who in all honesty, just wanted to fit in. Seeing the big smile on his face as he watched us get ready to march.
Following along to the Rosary in Latin, chanted or sung, as we marched along the Canal Path.
Feeling time slow down as I walked along, letting my thoughts center on Christ and his Passion, on the Martyrs who died up on the hill and trying quiet my rampant thoughts.
Being part of the Celebration of a Pontifical High Mass!
Praying the Litany of the Saints as we circled the Coliseum.
The rousing chants of Viva Christo Rey! to end the Litany.
I have no real worldly words to completely describe the Pilgrimage. It was between me and the rest of the Pilgrims, and between me and the Holy Spirit. God looking down on us and hopefully smiling, pleased that men and women, priests and religious still do penance by walking a long distance to a Holy site. Watching the priests and religious of the SSPX, leading by example and being good shepherds.
To God the Father let us sing,
To God the Son, our risen King,
And equally let us adore
The Spirit, God forevermore.
Amen.
I can't seem to write anything anymore, my mind just doesn't seem to want to think that way, full paragraphs seem to turn into random thoughts with no connection, but I do feel like reflecting on this event, this day of penance and prayer, this past Saturday, the Vigil of Pentecost.
Setting up camp with my wife, Helen, breaking out the equipment for the first time in 20 years.
Watching the main tent go up where the Holy Mass took place, and the men putting together the Altar.
Falling asleep Friday night listening to the sounds of the train across the river, feeling the ground slightly rumble beneath me.
Praying Lauds Saturday morning at the kneelers set up for Holy Communion then hearing the tinkle of the bell followed by Fr. G. and a server rounding the tent corner for morning Mass.
Hearing a rousing Catholic song ringing in the air before seeing the 12 or so young men pulling a rickshaw type carriage up the main road to the starting point of the march. They had been walking for three days to get there.
Kneeling to kiss Bishop Fellay's ring, who in all honesty, just wanted to fit in. Seeing the big smile on his face as he watched us get ready to march.
Following along to the Rosary in Latin, chanted or sung, as we marched along the Canal Path.
Feeling time slow down as I walked along, letting my thoughts center on Christ and his Passion, on the Martyrs who died up on the hill and trying quiet my rampant thoughts.
Being part of the Celebration of a Pontifical High Mass!
Praying the Litany of the Saints as we circled the Coliseum.
The rousing chants of Viva Christo Rey! to end the Litany.
I have no real worldly words to completely describe the Pilgrimage. It was between me and the rest of the Pilgrims, and between me and the Holy Spirit. God looking down on us and hopefully smiling, pleased that men and women, priests and religious still do penance by walking a long distance to a Holy site. Watching the priests and religious of the SSPX, leading by example and being good shepherds.
To God the Father let us sing,
To God the Son, our risen King,
And equally let us adore
The Spirit, God forevermore.
Amen.
Pray for us, O Holy Mother of God...
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