Come along on a Fatima Peace Pilgrimage with the Catholic News Herald’s senior reporter SueAnn Howell July 20-Aug. 1.
This annual pilgrimage to Fatima, Portugal, is organized by the Te Deum Foundation, which brings seminarians to the Shrine of Our Lady of Fatima every summer.
Father Christopher P. Sullivan, of Newark, Ohio, shares about his devotion to St. Anthony of Lisbon/Padua after celebrating Mass in the church built over the home of the beloved Franciscan priest. Father Sullivan is one of the priests on pilgrimage to Fatima with the Te Deum Foundation.
These are the three worst words a photographer can hear on a pilgrimage. Here we are, thousands of miles away from home, visiting holy sites of historical significance and you are not allowed to capture the moment for posterity – or for your blog.
Most cases this has happened to us when we have visited an ancient site once built by the Church and now run by the state here in Portugal. You just have to take a deep breath and chalk it up to God’s way of saying, ‘It’s okay, just absorb it. Place it in your memory for safekeeping.’
Today we journeyed south of Fatima to Santarem, where a Eucharistic Miracle took place back in 1266, when a woman stole a consecrated Host and took it home for illicit purposes. The Sacred Host bled in her handkerchief, she hid the handkerchief at home and then finally confided to her husband what she had done when the chest she had hidden Our Eucharistic Lord in, emitted a radiant light and angels were seen going to and from Heaven.
The infamous words, “No pictures, please,” meant no photos of our Mass in the church dedicated to the Eucharistic Miracle…no stunning images of Father Cook holding Our Eucharistic Lord aloft underneath the Eucharistic Throne containing the Sacred Host high above the altar.
Heavy sigh.
For a photographer whose most cherished moments come from
our new priests holding Jesus in their hands at ordination and for their first Mass after
ordination, this was a tough sacrifice.
It came with a significant amount of grace though. I focused on Jesus. Just Jesus. No one else existed in that space of time. I looked at Him and He looked at me. It was a blessed exchange, a heart to heart moment.
I did focus afterward at Father Cook’s face as he held the chalice containing the Precious Blood. There was great peace in his expression. A look of love.
And although I cannot share this photographically, I pray you can close your eyes and imagine the scene – our priests surrounding the altar in this little parish church of St. Stephen, some in Marian stoles, with Jesus held aloft in Father’s hands and above their heads the Eucharistic Miracle of Santarem reserved inside an 18th century gold Eucharistic Throne – a picture perfect moment.
We’ve been in Portugal over a week now, and each day brings new blessings and challenges as we navigate the language, travel, crowds and crosses the Lord sends our way to offer as sacrifices.
Who knew that older women from Europe of diminutive stature can be cutthroat when it comes to squeezing last minute into a non-existent seat next to you during the rosary at the Apparition Chapel in Fatima?
The good news is that for every moment you are challenged with committing a sin against charity, you are also given an avalanche of grace when you least expect it.
I have learned that Portuguese wine (with no additives to give you a headache) and gelato go a long way in soothing aching feet and swollen ankles after walking seven miles in a day carrying 15 pounds of camera gear.
I have seen such goodness in our seminarians in helping carry a wheelchair up and down steep stairs for a fellow pilgrim, in lending their arm for anyone who needs a little help walking or navigating the cobblestone streets in the picturesque towns we have visited.
To my great delight, I have laughed heartily at the comedic stylings of our priest who is in charge of the “blue bus.” And as “what happens on the blue bus, stays on the blue bus,” I can only say that he should probably keep his day job!
Seriously though, I see that Our Lady is gently wrapping her mantle around each of us, teaching us to love Jesus more, to be open to seeing within ourselves what we can let go of so as to embrace the little crosses God sends our way, so that in turn we can offer them up as sacrifices for our sins, and the sins of others.
So please, pray that I and the other pilgrims embrace our crosses and smile at those who challenge us along the way.