Inspired by Truth, Enlightening Minds for the Church in Canada and Throughout the World
Inspired by Truth, Enlightening Minds for the Church in Canada and Throughout the World
On this feast of Saint Bridget of Sweden, one of the four co-patrons of Europe (along with Saint Benedict, Saint Catherine of Siena and Saint Teresa Benedicta of the Cross), it’s fitting to post this final reflection on my pilgrimage, on those last few days in Rome. Rome, the Eternal City, the Centre of Christendom[…]
I returned from Rome late last night, around about midnight – at least, all the way back home, which required an hour’s walk through the city, to catch the bus to the airport (on the coast, near some lovely beaches, seen when airborne); then a nine-hour flight to Toronto; an hour lay-over; a connecting flight[…]
I wasn’t quite prepared for Assisi, even if it was just what I needed. I suppose God works like that. When I got off the train in a place that looked something out of a spaghetti western, I felt a bit like a lost gunslinger, unsure which way to turn, and the choice will define[…]
Firenze! Even the name – at least in Italian – signifies energy, exuberance, enthusiasm. What is one to say of Florence in a few words? I spent but an afternoon wandering the glorious city of saints and sinners, politicians and potentates, of geniuses and giants. One cannot take it all in, even in a lifetime. There[…]
I left off these reflections with my arrival in Florence, after the Purgatory – I will not say hell, for it had its end – of the overnight bus ride across the border. I now take them up again as I depart. I do not wonder that the bus drivers – and so many others[…]
Upon arriving in Zurich from Vienna, I had an hour or so before I caught a connecting train down to Knonau and the convent. So thought I would take a stroll through the ‘old town’, divided by the River Limpett, whose cerulean waters flow into the wide expanse of Lake Zurich. Also overlooking the lake[…]
I decided to make a pilgrimage to Rome, prompted by the Jubilee year, and walking through the Holy Doors. But I couldn’t just show up in Rome, so to make a pilgrimage of it, I thought I’d fly first to Vienna, where I’ve never been, to visit the International Theological Institute and a young alumni[…]
