Mary Lou in Rome

 After visiting Mary in Dallas, she came to visit us in Rome! She had some wedding dress fittings. . . ah, what a dream! 

Mary Lou

 How we cheered as Ron hooded Mary on the stage. . . how often does a dad get to hood his own daughter?! Mary, you are a super star! 

I love this baby girl!

 

Dream Come True

 Mary and Nando are set to marry on August 9th--one month from today! 

Nando could not be a better answer to my prayers! You can just tell by the look in their eyes that they will be happy their whole lives long!

Our New Goalie!

 Somehow, Sebastian's talent for keeping the goal showed itself this year. . . He was MVP many games this season! We love these players--the Paniconi twins, Nikolas, Forte, Ale, Alessandro, Francesco and more!

Pope Leo XIV

It was an honor to see our new pope in person, at a meeting he initiated with the leaders of eastern rite churches. Annie and I got to go because she sings in the choir at San Nilo in Grottaferrata--a Catholic church of the Byzantine rite. Although we are firmly Latin, we love this church so much that we named our dog Nilo!

The pope spoke beautifully, I thought, about the treasures of spirituality, theology, art and history in the heritage of the eastern churches. Having just learned so much about the schism and subsequent attempts at reunion, how my heart longs for a true repair of the break. I pray for Pope Leo that he will accomplish this and other tasks so urgent for our time. 

Favorite Family Photo from Years Ago

 

How I have loved every moment of caring for this brood. . . and how I rejoice in the magnificent person each child is becoming! Jesus, we love you! Be in us, around us, before and behind us-- and please guide us toward the enjoyment of the heavenly banquet together! 

Angelicum

It would take me 100 pages to explain why I came to the Angelicum, how I got to the Angelicum, and what it has been like to study theology here for the past 5 years. Chapters of that story would include Ron's elaborate and gracious way of getting our whole family from Dallas to Rome, in large part for the purpose of me doing pontifical studies in theology; why an education from the U.S. in the philosophy of Thomas Aquinas is radically incomplete even though I earned a Ph.D. for it; the joy of pursuing the intellectual life in the heart of Rome; the predictable awkwardness that came with returning to the "other side" of the classroom; the marvelous priests, monks, nuns and friars from whom I have learned so much, some of whom Ron and I have had the joy of befriending; walking down the halls and hearing Thomas Joseph White strumming on his banjo. 

I have written an "Ode to the Angelicum" but I am not sure about releasing it to the public. 

Only the Lord knows what He has in store for me when I complete the STB, God willing, this week. Mainly I look forward to resuming my scholarly activity, getting back to the "other side" of the classroom, and giving what I now have to give to the Church and world--which has become sharpened, deepened, clarified and augmented because of my time in this anointed place. 

What is Annie up to?

Is she practicing her opera skills, preparing for her performance in Mme. Butterfly? Is she working on her novel? Is she painting with oils or sketching with pastel crayons? Is she working on her killer-self-defense moves and strength training? 

Actually right now, she is hanging out with her FRIENDS!

Conference at the Pontifical University of John Paul II in Krakow

 I was so honored to be able to present at the conference here last month--talking about JPII at the Pontifical University of JPII is nothing short of daunting! 

Thanks to the Draggs for their hospitality! 

Annie's Virtue Flower!

 When the kids were little, I created "Virtue Flowers," one per child. The virtues that a child had acquired were written on "petals" and glued to the flower. But the virtues a child was still working on were written on "petals" and kept detached until the virtue was acquired. Here are some examples: 

Clare had a LOT of virtues such as "sharing" and "including others." The one she was working on at this time was "kind voice when frustrated." 

Mary "brings joy to others" and has "prudence"; she is also working on "finding the right words when frustrated."

Jake was working on patience and being in a good mood when tired. Otherwise he had lots of virtues such as "cleaning up" and "obeying."

Now for Annie. . . Look at the picture I recently found. . . it was of Sebo as a two-year-old playing tennis in the kitchen. . . but if you look carefully, you can see Annie's virtue flower on the refrigerator. Look at the petals! 

NO PETALS are on the flower!!!! They are not even ON THE PAPER!!!!

LOL

[We love you, Annie! And what a virtuous girl you have become!]

Pope Francis and Santa Maria Maggiore

Pope Francis passed away this morning. One of his signature moves was that, in choosing in advance where he wanted to be buried, he chose his beloved Santa Maria Maggiore, a papal basilica in Rome, instead of St. Peter's Basilica. Santa Maria Maggiore was originally constructed in the 5th century, a miraculous response to a woman and her husband praying that the woman would become a mother. This is an astonishing nod to the laity and motherhood tracing all the way back to the early Church. 

Francis asked to be buried in a side chapel under one of the most famous icons in the world called "Salus Populi Romani" which means "The Salvation of the Roman People." 

By a complete coincidence, I have spent many, many hours in this basilica in recent months. Here is the icon under which Francis will be buried:      

This is the Pauline Chapel with the icon above the altar, where I regularly attend daily Mass:

This is the main altar of the basilica with the baldacchino over it:

Here are relics from the crib in Bethlehem below the main altar: 

Here is the Ave Regina Pacis, which was important as a sign to bring about the end of the World War II:

Pope Francis had a special place in his heart for women, and wrote eloquently about mothers. May the Church hear and emulate him in that dignifying esteem. 

Lastly, here is a video of what it is like to walk through the Holy Doors, which is a key element to the Jubilee year, a year of mercy and hope. Thank you, Pope Francis, for this Jubilee!

https://youtu.be/8gc5grA0WDc

Stations of the Cross: Text by Pope Francis

This Good Friday, I was fortunate enough to participate in the Stations of the Cross led by our church community here in Frattochie, Italy. The event consisted in a procession on the streets of the town. It was at night, and we carried a large crucifix with candle-bearers on each side. Two priests and two women read the prayers and meditations for all 14 stations, as we stopped 14 times along the street of the church. It was like nothing I have ever seen. 

Pope Francis wrote the meditations for the Stations again this year. Here is one meditation that stood out as particularly beautiful to me:

8th Station

Jesus meets the women of Jerusalem

From the Gospel according to Luke (23:27-31)

A great number of the people followed him, and among them were women who were beating their breasts and wailing for him. But Jesus turned to them and said, “Daughters of Jerusalem, do not weep for me, but weep for yourselves and for your children. For the days are surely coming when they will say, ‘Blessed are the barren, and the wombs that never bore, and the breasts that never nursed.’ Then they will begin to say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us;’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us.’ For if they do this when the wood is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

In women, Lord, you always saw a special likeness to the heart of God. That is why, amid the great crowd of people who turned around and followed you that day, you immediately caught sight of the women and once again felt their closeness.  A city is a different place when women care for those around them, when we see mothers holding their children and nursing them; then we look beyond power and profit, and sense the things that really matter. The wailing women find their hearts moved at the sight of your suffering. For the heart is where things connect, and thoughts and decisions are born. “Do not weep for me.” God’s heart throbs with love for his people; he creates a new city: “Weep for yourselves and for your children.” There is a kind of weeping, indeed, which can bring forth a new birth. It brings forth tears of regret, unabashed and unrestrained. Lord, our broken world, and the hurts and offences that tear our human family apart, call for tears that are heartfelt and not merely perfunctory. Otherwise, the apocalyptic visions will all come true: we will no longer generate life, and everything around us will collapse. Faith, on the other hand, can move mountains. The mountains and the hills will not crash down upon us, but a path will open up in their midst. It is your path, Jesus: an uphill path, a path on which the apostles abandoned you, while the faithful women — the mothers of the Church — continued to follow you.

Let us pray, saying: Jesus, grant us a maternal heart! 

You filled the Church’s history with holy women:

Jesus, grant us a maternal heart!

You disdained arrogance and domination:

Jesus, grant us a maternal heart!

You embraced and consoled the tears of mothers:

Jesus, grant us a maternal heart!

You made women the messengers of the resurrection:

Jesus, grant us a maternal heart!

You inspire new charisms and missions in the Church: 

Jesus, grant us a maternal heart!

Robin's Egg

Charlie was with us almost 10 years and was raised with Sebastian (also 10) who did not know life without him. Sebastian regularly called Charlie his "best friend." Charlie sent Sebastian off to school with an encouraging look every morning and greeted him when Sebastian returned as though he had not seen him in weeks. To say that Sebastian leaned on Charlie through our move to Italy is an understatement. Charlie is, in fact, how I learned the importance of dogs in the lives of people and see them as gift from God deliberately crafted and generously given. We lost Charlie on the Feast of St. Sebastian--it seemed like a message from God: "Charlie loves you, Sebastian!" 

Sebastian tried to stay steady. He didn't even tell his teachers or classmates that his dog had died when they asked him what was wrong. But under that courageous exterior, the boy was in pain. Ron took charge. He coached him, listened to him, encouraged him, consoled him. Ron has been magnificent, maintaining a firm, guiding hand while supporting him, planning camping trips, hiking adventures, and--you guessed it--getting a new puppy. 

In truth, this new puppy is about the sweetest little dog I have ever seen. He is absolutely precious. Ron found golden retrievers in Tuscany, and we went twice to see the puppies. We chose one little boy and brought him home just a week or so ago. Be still my heart! 

We named him "Nilo" after San Nilo, one of our favorite churches in Italy. It was, rather incredibly, built only 50 years before the Great Schism between the East and West, and remained steady as a Catholic Church (because it is in Rome) with a Byzantine rite (because it serves a Greek population) and never endured change due to the Schism. It is a symbol of unity of the East and West, and we simply adore its heavenly liturgy. Annie even sings in their choir!  

This puppy can never replace Charlie's place in our hearts. But Sebastian is getting stronger. Yesterday morning, Sebastian and I took Nilo out, and fed him along with our bunnies. 

[Here is Annie with our bunnies]

We spent an hour outside as the sun rose. Sebastian got ready for school and then we were off. As he approached the school, Sebastian pulled a robin's egg out of his pocket that he had found that morning and wanted to show his classmates. Seeing Sebastian with that little, delicate blue egg in his cupped hand, feeling so tender toward the idea of a baby bird, my heart melted. A wave of hope washed over me. Thank God for grieving, for healing, for spring time, and for new beginnings.