Upper Room, Dormition Abbey, St. Peter in Gallicantu, Pater Noster Church, Mary Tomb and place of Assumption, Mt of Olives, Gethsemane, Mass at St. Steven where I preached, then took a picture with my bus.
Early day, The Via Dolorosa in the quiet of an early morning, The Holy Sepulchre, Golgotha, Mass, a visit from the Patriarchate, The Pool of Bethesda and the Church of St. Anne, and the Western Wall .
Day began with a talk by Patrick Madrid, A visit to the Nativity site, Mass, Standing in a long line for a two second experience with the site, Visit to the site associated with St. Jerome, an Italian Pranzo, and a visit to the shepherd site
Caesaria Philppi, Mount of the Beatitudes, Capernaum, Sea of Galilee
I can see the peak of this mountain from my office window at the Cathedral. With my new job at the Newman Center I work on the other side of this peak and drive around the mountain on a daily basis. So I determined that with my next full day off I would take advantage of the trails to the peak. The actual peak was a disappointment. The trail does not go all the way to the peak, but stops several hundred feet from the peak. The private property at the peak has been taken over by a vineyard. Still it was a marvelous hike and did not take very long. On this particular day off my fit-bit indicated I had walked 13, 305 steps
I had arrived new to Chicago on September 10, 2001. As September 11 dawned, I was the new Formation director for the Society of the Precious Blood. Two CPPS members had made an appointment for lunch to welcome me to the City. Everything I had was in boxes that had been delivered in the previous days.
It was a little past 8:00 am. I had celebrated Mass, said morning prayer, had a small breakfast and was just about ready to open the first box. My cell phone rang. It was my sister.
“Have You unpacked your Television?”
“Well, unpack it and turn it on, I will wait.”
It took a few minutes, and a few technical details, but I got the small TV unpacked and, and placed on a bookcase, and turned it on and set it to the same network my sister was watching.
I told her of what was going on in Chicago, how the high buildings in in the City were being evacuated.
Alone in my new home, I watched the coverage for the next several hours. Close to noon I turned the TV off and headed over to The CTU where I was to meet the other two CPPS members for lunch.
They had not heard of what was going on in New York. And they did not believe me when I told them. When we got to the Restaurant where everyone was watching and everyone was talking about it, then they believed me.
For the next several days I was glued to the television, slowly unpacking boxes, and contemplating what it meant to form priests for a new world.
Omnia Christus Est Nobis
Christ is everything for us!
I am a Roman Catholic Priest from California. I spent 13 wonderful years years as a member of the Province of the Pacific in the Missionaries of the Precious Blood. The outline of my life can be traced here.