Wednesday, July 24, 2013

Tours Versus CulturalEexperiences.

I really dislike tours which are organized like buffets, a little bit of this, a little bit of that. That's the kind of situation I ran into in Germany last year with our guide, Marta.

"O. K., my friends. My name is Marta.  Let us go visit this charming city here on the Rhine. But stay together and be sure to watch my red umbrella and follow me."

"We have arrived at the town-square where there was a famous Frau Krause  who  used to come every morning and evening to feed the ducks which gathered at this fountain. She died in 1942 but people still remember her...."

Nothing too deep, heh?  Where is the talk on German culture, Bavarian Beer, the Lutheran Church and the state of religion in Germany? Where is the discussion on the place of the German Republic in the European Union?  How are people thinking about what's happening in the world these days?  By the way, what's going on in this town today?  Can we meet any locals and actually meet people different than us? Are these people walking around actually Germans?

Earlier this year, I took a trip to Puerto Rico and met the same kind of disjunction from local flavor. I visited a coffee plantation which was an historic site, preserved as an important part of the Puerto Rican culture. Well,  the bored guide talked only of rules we must observe as we go through the historic site: No eating, no drinking, stay on the marked path, do not leave a single piece of trash, no smoking, no touching of the furniture, etc., etc.

We were never shown a single coffee plant and were not offered a cup of local coffee. We did see
inert coffee processing machines, barracks and the house of the original owner of the plantation.

Puerto Rico preserves the buildings without helping tourists remember how coffee is produced or what it meant to Puerto Rico as the country developed.

Both the German and the Puerto Rican tours were boring without musicians and artists, poets and local folks adding to our understanding of  their cultures.

Concerning the spiritual life and religion of these cultures, there was nada, nichts.
Even in Germany, people were attending morning Mass in a beautiful local church but if I hadn't wandered away from the duck lady, I'd have never experienced it.

 

Tuesday, July 23, 2013

Pope Francis visits the slums (favelas) of Rio during World Youth Day..

The Wall Street journal has a  photo today (July 23, 2013) of Pope Francis, arms spread wide and smiling, in his pope-mobile waving to thousands of people, mostly young people, who lined the streets as the pope's motorcade made its way through Rio de Janiero on the pope's first day in Brazil.  The Holy Father is taking part in the entire week of festivities associated with World Youth Day, a Catholic celebration of great importance.

I've been reminding parishioners at Sunday Mass that they should be aware of this celebration and should pray for all those attending World Youth Day. The event is held every three years (but it's been only two years since Spain hosted the last World Youth Day.).  Youth from all over the world meet one another as pilgrims in the host city.  They sing, dance, pray, attend catechetical sessions and generally have a great time wearing themselves out for the Lord.

Pope Francis is, of course, the central figure galvanizing these youth. He is more spontaneous and outgoing than Benedict XVI but not as slick as John Paul II. He is genuine and enthusiastic for the Faith.

Pope Francis wants to make us all aware of the poor wherever he goes.  I'm sure that the Brazilian authorities are not particularly happy that Pope Francis has decided to add a visit to the favelas, Rio's slums, to his formal schedule. Brazilians are going to be embarrassed by videos of the pope walking through narrow, congested streets with their broken-down shacks displayed before the world.
The poor, you can be sure, will be out to greet Pope Francis and they will do so proudly.

I am looking forward to following the events in Rio and am anxiously awaiting the Holy Father's
homily at the Mass at the end of the week.


 

Tuesday, July 16, 2013

Jezebel, the computer.

It has been a long time since I've blogged anything and there is more than one reason for this.  I didn't have much to say and my computer's cursor was behaving so erratically that nothing  would come out right when I typed anyway.

The geeks said I needed more memory. Three weeks and seventy-eight dollars later my computer still wasn't fixed so that I could accurately type anything. But, this morning, after consulting another hour's worth of sites, I think I have found the fix.

I don't care what was wrong. I'm just grateful that Jezabel is working again. I think I'm going to cry in gratitude, though I'm not quite believing that this fix is going to endure. Computer! Thy name is fickle.

So, I admit my dependence on my computer. I intend to confess all the foul things I said to her. I embarrassed myself by yelling at her over these last weeks. Now, however, after being estranged from one another for too long, we are back together at least until the next falling out.

Monday, July 1, 2013

Vacations Wear off too Soon.

Vacations wear off too soon.  Mine is just a memory but a vivid one of mountains, wonderful people and a Cloud Forest. I can call up images but it isn't the same as being there.

So, you can already hear in those words that I'll be going back there next year, if I'm able and if God blesses me with the opportunity to go.

These spaces in my life where I am whisked away to another place and to another pace of living where everything is novel and every person is a revelation waiting to be experienced only wets my appetite for more.

I'll write more about this soon but I thought I'd better write something now
so that you'll know that I am alive and well.