From Tourist to Pilgrim

One of our older sons, JP, lives in Austria, well, for only three more weeks. He’s been living and studying on Franciscan University’s Gaming campus and travelling through Austria and other European countries since mid January.

Thanks to my parents for a three-month-early 25th wedding anniversary gift for us, my husband and I went on a parents’ pilgrimage week to visit our son. A spiritual, emotional,  educational, and in-all-ways beautiful experience that I could not have imagined. Praise God!

I could write a book on the ten-day pilgrimage…and, only God knows, I may. But for now, I wish to share a tiny moment in time that delivered a powerful perspective from our guide, Sr. Sophia Grace Huschka, T.O.R.

On the morning of our first full day, we travelled via double-decker bus to Haubis Bakery for a tour and tastings. When we returned to our bus, we continued our travel day with Sister Sophia Grace leading us in a Rosary then she shared thoughts on “pilgrimage.” (Please forgive me, Sister, if I use your exact words without due acknowledgment; I’m not sure which words are yours and which are mine scribbled on my journal pages. So, we’ll share together and give any goodness from the words for the greater glory of God!)

There is a vast difference between travelling as a tourist versus travelling as a pilgrim. Our week was not merely keeping up with the itinerary to see sights and learn information, but also moving through the days and nights with a particular kind of mental and spiritual mindset. Pilgrimage is not about distance, but depth.

Pilgrims invest themselves. We enter into the world as Jesus would and does; we strive to be open to see the world as He sees and then reflect on those experiences. (And reflect for a while, I will do.) A true pilgrim steps out of his own, regular life and immerses himself into the experiences of the moment.

A pilgrim should be affected by these experiences in some ways—metanoia, continual conversion. He should feel and fully experience the impact which is, in the very least, just as important as the destination.

Pilgrims enjoy community. During our time, we shared in daily Mass, prayed together, shared all the experiences, learned from one another, and found and grew new relationships. (Again, this could be a whole book!)

Finally, the journey, the destination, and all the mental, physical, spiritual dimensions and realities along the way…through these, we pilgrims experience the love of Jesus and grow more deeply in love with Him.

I took Sister Sophia Grace’s words, example, and wisdom to heart for those pilgrimage days and journeyed as a pilgrim. And I must proclaim that I will never travel the same way again nor will I live exactly as I have before. Life is a sacred journey and must be lived as such daily. 

A heartfelt thank you to my mom and dad for the gift, all the staff and faculty on the Gaming campus, Sr. Maria Teresa Tortorice, T.O.R., the T.O.R. friars in Gaming, Fr. Dave Pivonka, T.O.R., and Sr. Sophia Grace Huschka, T.O.R.

The Supreme Vocation

Anyone who knows me well, knows that I do judge a book by its cover. And The Supreme Vocation of Women According to St. John Paul II by Melissa Maleski (Sophia Institute Press 2020) dons a beautiful pink cover with an oil painting Humbled Heart of Mary (Olga Conens 2020).

In her book, Maleski contemplates, analyzes, and inspires. In a world that (generally) vilifies true masculinity and distorts authentic femininity, she provides a way to understand, articulate, and appreciate the beautiful, grace-filled complementarity of man and woman. I highlighted and marked up almost every page; it’s just absolutely rich.

Even reading the Table of Contents is intriguing. Really! Maleski composed ten utterly distinct chapters that together create a bold, unified message for all men and women.

I encourage you to delve into this book and then spread the universal truths revealed to you.

A Bit Late to the Game (book review)

I know I’m a bit late to the game on this contemporary women’s fiction novel, but I give five stars to Nicholas Sparks’s The Notebook because the story touched my heart.

The suffering involved in this beautiful story reveals (to a world that commonly and unfortunately links romance with Hollywood-hype) that true love, romantic love, grows via pain (emotional and/or physical). Sparks’s writing intertwines poetry, descriptions of nature, a fluid flashback narrative, and imperfect characters who (whether they know it or not) deeply trust that the human body is a temple of the Holy Spirit and that marriage is a union of souls. I can feel the Catholic heart of this novel…even though I do not hear any overt evangelization. It is a beautiful love story.

(and, no, I did not see the movie…I enjoyed the book so much and did not want to undermine the reading experience.)

Side-note: I think the original book cover art (on all Sparks’s novels) accurately reveals the book more than the movie still-shot book cover version. (That being said, I understand and respect the marketing effort.)

“Joan of Arcadia”

I have professed it repeatedly…I’ll say it many times again…it is such a shame, a creative and spiritual loss to the television viewing masses, that creator and producer Barbara Hall’s “Joan of Arcadia” never made it past season two.

Throughout the series (insert sigh of exasperation over the truncated life of this message-filled show), one of my all-time favorite mother characters Helen Girardi (played by Mary Steenburgen) prays, hopes and emotionally and intellectually struggles with her Faith. During one of her initial trials with her maternal-optimism failing her lonely, aching heart, she walks by and then quickly returns to chat with (interrogate, actually) a Catholic priest, Father Ken Mallory (played by David Burke). Ah, Father Ken…a realistic portrayal of a gentle, knowledgeable, humble, compassionate, Faith-filled, insightful man…a great priest! How refreshing to see a Catholic priest on a TV show depicting a priest (or many priests!) that so many of us know and love in our own real lives.

Watch a few episodes of “Joan of Arcadia” and listen to the love and wisdom of God in Father Ken’s own words. I especially cherish his words to Helen (in the episode “death be not whatever”) when she is confiding in Father Ken that she has been meeting with him behind her husband’s back (Will Girardi, the chief of police and fallen away Catholic, played by Joe Mantegna):

Father Ken: “Helen, I think what you’re touching on here is you should be talking to your husband and you miss being able to do that.”

Helen: “But you don’t understand what kind of job he has, and it’s especially bad right now. I just can’t make it worse for him.”

Father Ken: “I’ve married a lot of people, and I remember the words. You’re depriving him of the privilege of living up to them.”

Helen: “Well…when you put it like that.”

What an affirmation of the holy vocation of marriage!

So, thank you, Barbara Hall for your gift of Joan: the clever and provocative script writing, and the deep, realistic, intriguing characters, such as the beloved Father Ken.

And let’s all remember to pray for vocations and for our priests. We need them…our world needs them!