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.”