Tuesday
The first big event, held on the Tuesday evening, was the Opening Mass. We had a beautiful morning, but then a bit of a disaster getting there. We had someone in our group who had difficulty walking, so got public transport as close as possible. Turned out this was still a good half an hour away... To make matters worse, on the way it started pouring with rain, so out came our fetching ponchos thoughtfully provided in the pilgrim packs.
The ever so delightful ponchos... Photo WYM |
Then something miraculous happened. As Mass began, the rain stopped. It went from torrential rain to bright blue skies! Oh, and Mass was in Latin. FYI, Latin Novus Ordo is my favourite, particularly when combined with music as beautiful as we were treated to in Błonia Park. I think God must agree with me, because during Mass we ended up with a heaven meeting earth moment!
A trapdoor to heaven? Photo mine |
Wednesday
Wednesday morning saw us heading to the JPII basilica and the Divine Mercy Sanctuary for the pilgrimage of mercy. The JPII basilica contained two relics of Pope Saint John Paul II (is it Pope Saint or Saint Pope? - I can never remember!). A vial of his blood, and the cassock he was wearing during his attempted assassination in 1981. Having passed through and asked for his intercessions, we headed outside into the glorious sunshine. I say glorious, too hot may have been more accurate... We followed behind the trail of pilgrims making their way along the way of mercy to the Divine Mercy Sanctuary. The walk itself wasn't particularly long, but as a few of us said the Divine Mercy Chaplet along the way, and I did it barefoot, it was very moving. At the end of the walk was the opportunity to walk through the Holy Door. Never have I been so glad to have been to confession recently.
The Divine Mercy Sanctuary and Holy Door. Photo WYM |
The main square in Krakow. Photo WYM |
We headed back up to our accommodation in time to have a short nap before going to the church of Jesus, The Good Shepherd where we celebrated Mass with the Cardinal. It was again a lovely Mass, and particularly special as the chasuble worn by the Cardinal had been worn by Cardinal Wojtyła (who you may know better as Pope John Paul II...) for the consecration of the Mass. Coming only a day after the tragic martyrdom of Fr Jacques Hamel, he devoted a large part of his homily to reflecting on this sad event and St Paul's words, where he encourages us to have a greater understanding of the depths of the mystery of Christ. Full transcript can be found here. Well worth a read! I think our attempt to sing Abba Ojcze may haunt me for a while though...
The Cardinal being welcomed by locals of the Parish. Photo WYM |
Having missed it the day before due being up at the Divine Mercy Sanctuary, it was nice to be able to head to our catechises session where we were treated to a talk from Tonga's first cardinal Cardinal, Soane Patita Paini Mafi. Coming two days after the martyrdom of Fr Jacques Hamel, the mention of the fact that the blood of the martyrs is the seeds of our faith, and this is what makes our faith bloom was very touching and what many gathered there needed to hear. This was particularly so when he followed this with a reminder that there are many types of martyrs, not just from the blood we shed.
Did I forget to mention? Catechises was held in a circus tent... Photo WYM |
Far more exciting though, was the fact that Thursday was the day Papa Frankie was coming. Hooray! As our catechises session was held fairly near Błonia Park, we decided not to venture too far away, so we found lunch nearby and then sat in a little café just outside, and then slowly meandered towards our section. The pope was still a long way away, so there was no rush. As the weather took a turn for the worse again, once more out came the beautiful ponchos. While we were waiting I decided to make a quick trip to the loo (not the most pleasant experience as they were longdrop portaloos...) sure that I'd make it back before the Pope drove past. I came back aaaaand had just missed him. Missed him by seconds! On the other hand, I was so far back, and not being the tallest would probably not have seen him anyway, so I don't feel like I missed too much.
This wasn't a day when the weather cleared up, but that's okay, because the pope was there!
#grumpypope? Photo mine. |
I know that this is something I am often guilty of. My life can be so busy that I don't have (or make) time to just sit and be with the Lord. It's amazing how easily even seemingly free time can be taken up with netflix or facebook or blogs... So one thing I'm attempting to do (although not so successfully so far) is take more time to just be. But you know what, as I heard somewhere else (although I don't seem to have written down where, so if anyone remembers who said it/where it was said, please let me know!) the important thing is not to not fall down, but to get back up again once we have fallen down.
But now this post is plenty long enough, so if you've made it to the end well done! Coming up next, the prayer vigil and final Mass!