Pan Hagioi

Pan Hagioi – All Saints…

I didn’t make it to the Pantheon (“all the gods”) today. I was at the Lateran and then at home all day. But I thought I would share with you the account of the papal exorcism of the Pantheon, when it was being transformed from Rome’s epicenter of pagan worship into a church to bury and venerate the countless unnamed martyrs of the City.

Let me take you back in time… to the early 7th century…

“In 608 the Byzantine emperor Phoca gave [the temple] to Pope Boniface IV and there was organized an evocative ceremony to consecrate it to the Christian God.  On 13 May, 609 a huge crowd gathered near the Pantheon to witness the event. Chronicles recount chaos and chilling screams that were felt from within: the pagan demons were aware of what was about to happen. The doors were thrown open and the Pope, in front of the entrance, began to recite the formulas for the exorcism. The screams from the idols increased in intensity, and the commotion deafened the ears of the onlookers.  Fear gripped the crowd and no one was able to stand on their feet, looking and hearing that terrible spectacle. Only Boniface IV resisted and, undaunted, prayed and consecrated the Pantheon to Christ. It is said that the demons left the ancient temple chaotically and with a great din, fleeing from the open “eye” of the dome or from the main doors.  Once the ceremony was over, the Pope dedicated the building to the Madonna dei Martiri, in memory, perhaps, of the many Christians killed in honor of those filthy idols.”

Happy Feast of All Saints! All you saints, pray for us!

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Good Stuff in Rome, Episode 1: Summorum Pontificum Pilgrimage

Alas, for whatever silly reason, I have never gotten to participate, even partially, in any of the now-famous annual Summorum Pontificum pilgrimages. It is a gathering held over several days here in Rome each year to discuss and celebrate the traditional Latin rituals – Mass and other devotions, such as vespers.

It is not “the old Mass” – it is “the current Mass” too!

The pilgrimage ends today. Here are some highlights of last year’s pilgrimage:

Old-Timey Radio

I am back in the Apostolic Archives doing research for my doctoral work.

I say archival work is like fishing. Sometimes you get nothing. Sometimes a nibble is a big fish, sometimes you think you have a good catch but are reeling in a shoe.

Today I came across the handwritten notes of Pius XI’s first radio address. I thought I’d seen an image of them somewhere (maybe in a book?), but I can’t find the image online. And I learned today it is about $200 to get the permissions to put such an image online for you to view. Sorry. He had absolutely horrible handwriting anyway, like chicken scratch.

The video will have to suffice!

Here is something connected and a bit more watchable… Marconi set up the radio station in the Vatican Gardens for Pius XI, here is the inauguration.

Faith and Athletics – Episode 0

I talk a big game. Sometimes I play games too. Most Thursdays during the school year I am playing soccer with some seminarian friends. It got me thinking – I should write about that. Lessons learned. Etc.

I’m also preparing for a 100-mile ultramarathon in April. I do a LOT of running. Loads.

So, I will start cataloguing random thoughts on the relationship between faith and athletics here, almost every Thursday. Stay tuned.

-Eamonn

A favorite saint

Happy Feast of St. Anthony Claret!

He is a favorite and deserves to be much better known. He essentially invented Catholic press as we know it today, revolutionized Cuban agriculture, was a miracle-factory, and founded seminaries and his own religious order. He wrote some 200 or so books, confirmed about 300,000 people and rectified some 12,000 marriages as Archbishop in Cuba, and visited each parish at least twice, almost always by walking. He essentially didn’t sleep.

As confessor to the Queen of Spain later on, he suffered much on account of the culture of the court… He deeply disliked it. The various politicians would write him letters all the time – he received (and read) about 100 each day. He never responded to a single one. The only time he intervened on a political matter was on the Queen’s approval of the unification of Italy – she disobeyed him, and she was excommunicated; he had to go fix everything, as she went into a kind of exile in France.

I have visited his tomb… Sort of. I went all the way there, some years ago when I first came to Italy. The place was locked! I wrote about that trip here. I owe it another try.

He is a saint for our times… A strong preacher and defender of the integrity of marriage, a courageous and merciful man (who faced many assassination attempts – including twice from the same man, who had been pardoned by him once back in Spain, but then somehow ended up being hired by Anthony’s presbyterate in Cuba to kill him – the second time he sent him back to Spain to stay in prison)… He knew the stakes were high for clergy and for souls. He also dealt with a major outbreak of cholera in Cuba, and an earthquake in the same city. He didn’t close the churches. He didn’t “suspend the sacraments.” He didn’t tell people to follow medical superstitions (“fires in the street will burn up the disease”). It was the opposite.

He gave a brief but powerful intervention at Vatican I in favor of papal infallibility. As one Austrian bishop was speaking against it, it was noticed that the normally meek Anthony was becoming so angry that saliva was bubbling out through the scar on his cheek, where he had once been stabbed in a failed assassination attempt. Leo XIII remembered Anthony from the Council, and he advanced his cause, making him “Venerable” in 1899. Pius XI beatified him, and Pius XII canonized him. That’s FAST.

Go read his life. He’s one of the only saints who has left us a meaningful autobiography. It is an incredible read, especially useful for missionary clergy, and for men who are turned away from religious life (he tried to enter the Carthusians and the Jesuits, but it failed – he started his own order and then was promptly chosen bishop, so he was never really able to live that life). There’s another book which is a proper biography, and another book just documenting his miracles.

We must not forget our saints – especially the recent ones who are so strong and prophetic.

St. Anthony Claret, pray for us!

Where is your Golgotha?

The Scriptures map out the journey of the spiritual life in various ways. I’ve talked here before, for example, about the last Resurrection narrative in John, where we see in the miraculous catch of fish a whole catechesis on the sacraments of initiation and the three major conversions and ages of the spiritual life – initial conversion and purgation, illumination, union. The Lord already has His own few (Jewish) fish, and now He will eat the Gentile fish caught by Peter, etc.

A similar pattern can be observed in the exodus from Egypt and the entry into Canaan, and the Lord coming down into Israel to become one with His people.

The Lord turning back towards Jerusalem after Peter’s confession of faith at Caesarea Philippi is another moment for consideration. And the trouble starts immediately – with Peter himself. Mere seconds after confessing that Jesus is the Christ, the Son of the living God, Peter seeks to deny that the Christ must suffer – the perennial temptation of pastors of souls… to keep their people from suffering, even when that suffering is necessary.

From then on, Christ is basically alone. He is surrounded by others, and He has some friends in Bethany who care for Him just before and during Holy Week, but after Peter’s proposal to avoid the Cross, Christ is in battle-mode. He knows He will be betrayed. Mocked and humiliated. Abandoned. Tortured and killed.

He could have just stayed up north in Caesarea Philippi. It’s as far away from Jerusalem as the Lord ever went during the Public Ministry.

We often think of our own personal crosses in terms of “what” – is your cross a family crisis, bad health, some problem at work, etc… But we should also think of our crosses in terms of “where.” It is all too tempting to press the eject button where there are toxic people, compromised people, evil people… But that was Christ’s Jerusalem. He had to go there, to that place. The great rock at Caesarea Philippi, looming in the background as Peter made his confession of faith, covers the stream where all the demons were said to enter and exit the underworld – thus was the Temple of Pan (“pan-theon,” “all the gods”) placed nearby, and thus we get the rhetoric about the Gates of Hell and Peter being the Rock against which they will not prevail. But Jerusalem was far worse. With Christ’s words about Peter, it’s as if it were an invitation for the roaming spirits of Caesarea Philippi to attack him; immediately, Peter has strayed. He is just like any other man. He is compromised – Satan has entered him, much the same as with Judas. A few days later we will see him whimpering around a fire denying that he even knows Jesus. Peter misunderstood the entire messianic project – he was ready for a physical battle, not a spiritual one. So he panicked when told to put down his sword. Christ sits in silence, and darkness, and cold, knowing that God will deliver Him from death – that is real power. And that power can only really be made manifest in Jerusalem, on Golgotha. That’s where He has to go.

Where are we running away from? Where is the problem that we are called to face? Where can we go to suffer, die, and rise that will have the maximum impact for God’s glory? Where is our Golgotha? Real power comes from the Cross, as does real wisdom. (1 Cor. 1:24) We don’t have to insert ourselves into every bad environment – we shouldn’t, in fact – but surely, if we are always avoiding every Jerusalem, we will never find our Golgotha.