Day 7 in Rome
Church of St. Phillip Oratory (Chiesa Nuova).
I’m getting addicted to these marvelous churches. What am I going to do when I get home? The ones in Michigan are beautiful in their own way, but not like this. There’s a little chapel with the body of St. Phillip Neri. In a glass case. We don’t have things like this in Michigan.
The Church of St. Andreas della Valle
St. Andrew is the patron of the diocese of Grand Rapids.
I came just as Mass began in a side chapel.
I wish I had learned my Latin responses better.
During the consecration, the priest held up the host and I was aware that simple white host was infinitely holier than all the buildings combined. The true power of the churches is as vessels of the work of Jesus.
Church of Gesu again.
It is not as breath – taking as the first time, perhaps because the sun is not shining the same way through the windows, or perhaps because I have seen it before and am getting accustomed to it. Ah, well, nothing that is of the earth can be a permanent thrill. When I got to the second glorious mystery of the rosary it occurred to me that earth the glories appear briefly, and then leave us to tell the story.
Church of St. John Lateran.
The Cathedral, the mother church of the whole Catholic world. The literal Chair of the Pope, the Cathedral of the Bishop of Rome.
Twelve foot high statues of the apostles.
So much history here.
Unlike St. Peter’s the original was not replaced, but when it was broken was repaired. Modification were made, so it bears the stamp of many hands and many eras, sort of like Catholic culture.
There are many pictures and sculptures, some of stories of popes and the Church, most of Bible stories. Ultimately, the beauty is at the service of the Gospel Story.
St. Mary Major.
Oh, yes, more of the same.
It is good.
Octopus salad. Why can’t we get octopus salad in the Grand Rapids area?
Wearing a dark shirt: this calls for spaghetti.
There are a lot of beggars on the street. I feel bad, but I have learned to question whether giving them money is the best way to help the poor. This, of course, means that I had better do something to help (no, I’m not going to tell you what, at least not today).
Psalm for today: 90.