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July 16, 2012 - Diocese of Altoona-Johnstown

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Page 8 The Catholic Register, <strong>July</strong> <strong>16</strong>, <strong>2012</strong><br />

Word <strong>of</strong> Life<br />

The Pope<br />

Teaches<br />

By Pope Benedict XVI<br />

Pallium Sign Of Tie<br />

To Heaven And Earth<br />

VATICAN CITY (CNS) -- After placing a woolen band<br />

around the shoulders <strong>of</strong> 44 new archbishops as they knelt before<br />

him, Pope Benedict XVI told them it was a reminder <strong>of</strong><br />

their ties to heaven and earth and <strong>of</strong> their loyalty to Christ and<br />

the successor <strong>of</strong> Peter.<br />

“You have been constituted in and for the great mystery <strong>of</strong><br />

communion that is the church, the spiritual edifice built upon<br />

Christ as the cornerstone, while in its earthly and historical<br />

dimension, it is built on the rock <strong>of</strong> Peter,” the pope said June<br />

29 during his homily on the feast <strong>of</strong> Sts. Peter and Paul.<br />

However, he added, the “church is not a community <strong>of</strong> the<br />

perfect, but a community <strong>of</strong> sinners, obliged to recognize their<br />

need for God’s love, their need to be purified through the cross<br />

<strong>of</strong> Jesus Christ.”<br />

The pallium is presented every year to new archbishops<br />

or those who have been assigned to a new archdiocese.<br />

The archbishops included Archbishops Charles J. Chaput<br />

<strong>of</strong> Philadelphia; William E. Lori <strong>of</strong> Baltimore; Samuel J. Aquila<br />

<strong>of</strong> Denver; and William C. Skurla, who leads the Byzantine<br />

Catholic Archeparchy <strong>of</strong> Pittsburgh.<br />

In his homily, the pope said Sts. Peter and Paul represent<br />

a “new brotherhood” in which differences can be harmonized<br />

in unity with love for Christ. That unity extends not just among<br />

Catholics, but all believers in Christ as they pursue full communion,<br />

he said.<br />

“Together we are all cooperators <strong>of</strong> the truth, which as<br />

we know is one and symphonic, and requires from each <strong>of</strong> us<br />

and from our communities a constant commitment to conversion<br />

to the one Lord in the grace <strong>of</strong> the one Spirit,” he told the<br />

archbishops.<br />

CNS Photo/Giancarlo Giuliani, Catholic Press Photo<br />

PRESENTS PALLIUM: Pope Benedict XVI presents a pallium to<br />

Philadelphia Archbishop Charles J. Chaput.<br />

ONE MORE TIME: The Shrine <strong>of</strong> Saint Ann on the grounds <strong>of</strong> Mount Saint Ann, Ebensburg, was<br />

dedicated on October 5, 1958, and has, ever since, been the setting for the Saint Ann Novena sponsored<br />

by the Sisters <strong>of</strong> Saint Ann. This year’s novena opens Wednesday, <strong>July</strong> 18 and will conclude Thursday,<br />

<strong>July</strong> 26, the feast <strong>of</strong> Saints Ann and Joachim, with a Mass to be celebrated at 7:00 p.m. by Bishop Mark<br />

L. Bartchak.<br />

The strong, hot wind <strong>of</strong> a<br />

Midwestern prairie summer was<br />

blowing from the south the day<br />

my brother and I went out to the<br />

farm to check on the crops.<br />

It’s a necessity for him.<br />

With large acreages and three<br />

different farmers who tend his<br />

land, my brother needs to be a<br />

frequent presence. As for me, I<br />

have a third <strong>of</strong> our dad’s family<br />

farm, which doesn’t amount to<br />

a lot, but has come in handy as<br />

I’ve paid college tuition for my<br />

youngest. Our mother passed<br />

away only three years ago, and<br />

we inherited our parents’ land<br />

then.<br />

For me, a trip to the farm<br />

is akin to a religious experience.<br />

After getting out into a<br />

field or two to make my own<br />

ill-informed inspection, I mostly<br />

remained in the car, shielded<br />

from the hot sun and reflective<br />

as my brother trudged through<br />

long rows <strong>of</strong> fledgling soybeans<br />

and hail-battered corn. What had<br />

been a marvelous crop early in<br />

the season was devastated by<br />

hail in May. Hail and drought<br />

-- the farmer’s great nemeses --<br />

and this year we’ve experienced<br />

one and fear the other.<br />

I grew up near these fields<br />

on a farm that’s now completely<br />

plowed over for crops. My<br />

childhood farmhouse, the big<br />

barn with the hayl<strong>of</strong>t in which<br />

we romped, the windmill, the<br />

pig yards -- all gone now, with<br />

waving green fields disguising<br />

the fact that people ever called<br />

these acres home.<br />

My brothers and I were<br />

the fourth generation to live on<br />

that land -- my brother shares<br />

the same name, Thomas, as our<br />

great-grandfather who first tilled<br />

the soil with a horse-drawn<br />

team. Every Thomas since then<br />

has had some hand in working<br />

those fields.<br />

My brother looks a bit like<br />

my great-grandfather, and as I<br />

saw his bent figure <strong>of</strong>f on the<br />

horizon looking at the newly<br />

replanted soybeans and at the<br />

partially shredded corn leaves,<br />

I felt engulfed by the contrast<br />

between the swift passage <strong>of</strong><br />

time and the eternal sameness <strong>of</strong><br />

the land. Lines from the psalms<br />

drifted through my thoughts.<br />

“As for man, his days are<br />

like the grass; he blossoms like<br />

a flower in the field. A wind<br />

sweeps over it and it is gone;<br />

its place knows it no more” (Ps<br />

103). Or perhaps Psalm 90: “A<br />

For The Journey<br />

By Effie Caldarola<br />

A Rural Summer Day Offers<br />

A Gift Of Thanksgiving<br />

thousand years in your eyes are<br />

merely a day gone by before a<br />

watch passes in the night.”<br />

I wondered if the spirits <strong>of</strong><br />

people hover over the places<br />

where they toiled. The great<br />

Irish theologian and philosopher<br />

John O’Donohue speaks <strong>of</strong> “thin<br />

places,” where the world as we<br />

know it comes close to the unseen<br />

world in which we have<br />

faith. I felt near to another world<br />

as I imagined my great-grandfather,<br />

my grandfather, my dad,<br />

moving about these fields. I had<br />

a sense <strong>of</strong> remembrance <strong>of</strong> the<br />

little girl I once was who walked<br />

those windy lanes.<br />

I think it would be good for<br />

everyone, all <strong>of</strong> us so used to the<br />

hurry and the bustle <strong>of</strong> a world<br />

filled with people and noise,<br />

to experience the solitude <strong>of</strong> a<br />

summer day in rural America. It<br />

<strong>of</strong>fers the consolation <strong>of</strong> Psalm<br />

100: “Good indeed is the Lord,<br />

his mercy endures forever, his<br />

faithfulness lasts through every<br />

generation.”

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