Inside Saint Peter’s (February 28th)

I was up bright and early on Tuesday morning and made my way with my breviary (a book containing the liturgy of the hours) to St. Peter’s Basilica. I passed through security and made my way into the Church and found a priest offering Mass in English at the altar of Pope St. Leo the Great’s tomb. I joined another man (who I do not think spoke English). We stood, knelt and received Holy Communion and the priest asked where I was from as he left with the chalice to return to the sacristy.
Next I went down the spiral stairs near the statue of Saint Andrew the Apostle to descend into the crypt and pray at the tomb of Pope John Paul II, as well as the tomb of the Apostle Peter (I usually prayed the rosary during this time). In the early morning there were few people in these spots, most were conected with groups saying mass at the different chapels. I then went up the same stairs and sat in one of the pews in front of the tomb of Blessed John XXIII and prayed the office for the day.
As I made my way back to the apartment, I made a usual stop for some expresso and to pick up some pastries to bring back for the others to have for breakfast. This morning I went into a different shop on the Borgo Pio. As soon as I entered there was the priest whose Mass I had attended earlier that morning. He was a Dominican and he told me that he taught at the Angelicum. He invited me to join him, but I told him that I was sure the family was probably waiting on me back at the apartment so I really should be going (at this point I didn’t get his name, although I think he told me that he was originally from Missouri–I would meet him again).
I brought back the appreciated pastries by Katie and the baby, but rejected by Joseph who is an incredibly picky eater (he feasted on butter cookies bought the day before). Then we set out for the Gesu, a church we hadn’t been able to find the day before in the rain, thankfully today the sun was shining brightly!
We stopped in at a couple of souvenir shops on our way to the bus stop and also into the Carmelite Church on the Via del Conciliazione Santa Maria in Traspontina, I said a short prayer before the altar of St. Barbara for my mother (would have another chance when we visited a church dedicate to the Saint later in the day. We ran into Sussana Pinto of Rome Reports who also writes for Our Sunday Visitor, she was there to attend Mass. Something that caught my attention in this church was a “liturgical calendar” that was kind of like a time clock. Here is a blury picture of it (I apologize but somehow my camera settings got messed up and I haven’t learned to review them–well I have now, but hadn’t then). We headed out to catch the Express bus.
The Gesu was exactly where it was supposed to be and one street over from where we had been searching for it the day before in the rain. But it is amazing how much easier it is to read a map, find the right street in the sunshine. Joseph gave a Euro to the beggar at the door (something by this time encouraged him to do, both as a form of almsgiving for our pilgrimage and to help him overcome youthful greed). Inside the Church, something truly amazing that a photo does not even begin to capture, but I’ll post one that I found online of the Triumph of the Holy Name of Jesus (IHS)…what you don’t pick up in the photo that is startlingly evidend in person is the 3-D quality of the ceiling; the heretics falling off to the side literally look like they are plunging down toward you–an absolutely fascinating image that one could spend hours meditating on. In In some ways you can kind of capture that in this photo, because the images descending look indistinct, sort of like you need 3-D glasses to focus the picture properly, but in reality you don’t and this is an amazing catechetical lesson that what we see isn’t always really what it is. We prayed at the tomb of St. Ignatius of Loyola and St. Francis Xavier and took in the beauty of this church, one of my favorites!
Next we made our way to Largo Argentina near where Julius Caesar was murdered, where there are the ruins of pagan temples not made into churches and an investation of cats that are well taken care of by the local populace.
After a short viewing we made our way toward Campo de Fiori, which unlike the picture in the link, is actually quite crowded with vendors selling everything from fruits and vegetables to Bob Marley t-shirts. Perhaps the latter can be attribed to the spirit of Giordano Bruno who was burned at the stake here for declaring that there was no center of the universe–there obviously were as many individuals who thought that they were the center of the universe back then as there are today and unfortunately poor Giordano was as guilty of this sin as anyone.
Ahh but I’m getting ahead of myself, first we came upon a church. One of the non stop pleasures of a walk in Rome are the hundreds of churches that don’t make the tour books, that you walk in and find to be three times as larges as the back home parish church and filled with art that would make the art museum back home world class.
Here we came upon San Carlo ai Cantinari a church that boasts the third largest dome in Rome next to St. Peter’s and another church that we will visit in a second. “Carlo” is the Italian rendering of Charles, just as Karol is the Polish rendering of Charles–the Charles in this case being St. Charles Borromeo (Karol Wojtla’s patron saint…really in English the Pope’s name was Charles). Like all churches in Rome, fascinating.
While Amy, Katie and Joseph stopped for a snack, the baby and I paid a visit to my mother’s patron Church, Santa Barbara dei Librai (St. Barbara of the books). I think I picked up a holy card at this church, but I’ve yet been able to find it (I still haven’t unpacked).
Arriving at Campo de Fiori, I went and sat with the baby near the statue of Giordanno (I wonder if he inspired the frozen pizza of the same name). Amy bartered with a few merchants to buy some bloody oranges (not there real name but a description of the fruit covered with an orange peel, but blood red fruit inside–very appropriate in a plazza formerly dedicated to public executions).
Spying the dramatic twisted spiral roof of Sant’ Ivo alla Sapienza we headed in that direction but ended up in Piazza Navona again. This time we made our way to Sant’ Andrea della Valle, which has the second largest dome in Rome and which Charlie Collins said had the best incorupt saint–Saint Joseph Mary Tomasi, canonized by Pope John Paul II in 1986. Here are blurry pictures of both as well as Amy watching Michael walk toward me:

Here Amy and I tried to make a few phone calls with none of our intended callers answering the phone. I went into Sant’ Agnese in Agone and took this picture of the skull of St. Agnes in a reliquary. This church was built on the site of an ancient brothel (Rome is filled with examples of how Christ conquers all)! The size of St. Agnes’ skull bothered me–it was no bigger than a very small infant, the porter told me that it wasn’t the entire skull but just part of it. If you look at the gold box you’ll notice a little opening, that is where the skull of St. Agnes is.
Saint Frances of Rome (whose feast was a few days ago, was baptized here).
Meanwhile outside in Piazza Navona all kinds of frivolity was going on, including some sort of political rally. Italians will probably recognize these folks, but they were lost on us.It was then on to the Pantheon for a return visit (I posted the picture on the original Pantheon post) but here is one from inside and another from a short stop at St. Catherine’s church again, this time in the sunshine it was possible to take some photos by the obelisk at least of the bottom of it:

Then it was off to Largo Argentina to catch the tram to Trastevere for lunch with the great communications leaders of the Vatican!

Monday Afternoon in Vatican City (Feb. 27th)

When we returned, Amy and Joseph (after he changed into dry socks and good shoes) set off for the grocery store. The rest of us napped for bit. At 2:30 we set out for Amy’s appointment with the crew of Rome Reports for the taping of several segments dealing with what else–The Da Vinci Code. Rome Reports works out of RAIan Italian Television and Radio network which it turns out as a strict anti-children policy meaning no children can enter their building. This presented a problem because we had presumed that Katie could accompany Amy and take care of the baby and Joseph in the background while Amy was shooting. But because it was raining the outside shooting was pretty much out of the question and because they were going to do an in studio shot the kids could not come in.
So we left Amy and ventured toward the St. Ann’s Gate where we waited to meet with my appointment with Father Laurence Spiteri who works with the Vatican Legal Office and is an accomplished author. Let me give a plug for several of Father’s books here:

The Code in the Hands of the Laity: Canon Law for Everyone

And a book he translated:

The Virgin Mary and the Priesthood

Father Laurence had graciously squeezed in a meeting with me, since he was leaving Rome for a trip in a day and also said it would be no problem to bring the children along with me.

Father was a gracious host, he took us into Vatican City and pointed out various structures (where the Swiss Guard baracks were, their chapel, etc.) and then into the Apostolic Palace (where the Pope lives), here we found a meeting place and had a very informative meeting while Joseph scribbled on official Vatican forms and Katie entertained the baby. Father did have to scold Katie once when she allowed the baby Michael to play with the Vatican phone. After our meeting Father took us out to the Swiss Guard station at the base of the stair case leading up to the Apostolic Palace (those remembering the death of John Paul II last April will remember his body being carried down these stairs on the way to St. Peter’s where he would lie in state for the days before his funeral). The Swiss Guard spoke to Joseph who was impressed to meet a real soldier.

It was still raining outside, so Father offered to drive us back to the apartment and we accepted his offer. We waited in a building that seemed to have tight security, I’ve been unable to locate the name of it of any map online or anywhere else for that matter–but the entrants had to enter an almost Star Trek like chamber to enter the building–very cool!

Father picked us up and gave us a drive through tour of Vatican City, telling us that it had a grocery store, hospital, post office and everything that any country would have. We then drove into an area that was within a building and clearly was built for horse and carriage traffic, not cars (so traffic was one way and controled by a traffic light as well as a Swiss Guard)…this was the entrance that would be used by a Head of State when visiting with the Pope, it took us up to the Apostolic Palace and then down again behind St. Peter’s. Father pointed out the Goverment palace where the Vatican is run (all of the temporal affairs of the little country), the Vatican gardens, observatory, etc. Then past St. Martha’s where Father lived before the last conclave when he had to vacate for the Cardinals gathering for the election of Benedict XVI, then past Paul VI Hall where papal audiences are held in bad weather, and then out into the street.

All very impressive, and we were deeply grateful for the behind the scenes view. Unfortunately I didn’t have my camera with me.

Father let us off at Borgo Vitorio and wished us well!

Early evening had now arrived and after a dinner of lasagna that Amy had picked up at the market, I headed out to check on my email at a local internet cafe.

Making my way to the internet cafe, I received the sad news that Amy’s father had been hospitalized. He is out of the hospital now, but still recuperating and could use your prayers for a quick healing of some broken ribs.

Evening came, the third day.

Pope’s Brother in Hospital

From ANSA.IT:

The pope’s brother, Georg Ratzinger, is being treated in hospital for an irregular heartbeat but should be discharged over the weekend, doctors said on Friday .

Father Georg, 82, was taken to hospital in Rome last summer after suffering heart problems during a visit to his younger brother, Pope Benedict XVI. He had a pacemaker fitted .

Doctors who are treating him at the Regensburg hospital said Georg Ratzinger’s heart had started to beat too fast .

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