III.
Love the
Pope
For those who travel to World Youth Day, a
great moment of anticipation is seeing the Holy Father, in real life, feet or
yards or half a mile away, and to hear his voice and know he is speaking
to you. In fact, as we spent a day in Burgos, Spain during our
pre-WYD pilgrimage, I told our teens that Pope Benedict, an
eighty-something-year-old man was undergoing the rigors of travel for them.
Very beautiful, very moving, very true.
Yes, I took this picture of Papa B. |
So, when Thursday arrived, and every young
pilgrim knew that the Holy Father would be in their midst by the end of the
day, I asked our group if any of them would like to spend the afternoon in the
blazing Spanish sun with the chance (not the guarantee) of a good spot to see
the Vicar of Christ. Four of them said yes.
Following our morning catechesis and Mass, Fr.
Tim Ralston (our group's chaplain) and I set a brisk pace through crowds of
pilgrims, seas of flags and chants about the Pope in order to attempt to secure
a good spot. Eventually we arrived at the plaza where the Holy Father would
begin his welcoming ceremony. We followed the barricade until we found what I
do believe was the last remaining three feet of space along the winding
barricade. And like a veteran of scouting ideal places to see the pope, I
barked out commands about not moving for any reason, not letting anyone invade
the space, how to create our own personal barricade of backpacks and where the
most strategic places to sit for the next five hours would be.
Yes, we had five hours in Madrid's intense
heat to wait for a glimpse of Pope Benedict XVI. And the heat was so great that
volunteers began running near the barricades to spray people's faces with
little spray bottles. But this was not enough. So they brought out plastic
containers typically used to distribute lawn chemicals, but instead they
sprayed us with water. But that was not enough. Eventually, the firemen came
onto the scene, lugging their fire-hoses and grinning with glee. Yes, the
fire-hoses were enough! We were showered with enormous gushes of water as we
all cheered on the firemen, "Agua! Agua! Aqui! Aqui!"
With our hats dripping and our sunscreen
battling the effects of the makeshift Madrid waterpark, we waited for the big
moment. There was music and videos and reports and footage of Pope Benedict
alighting from the plane earlier in the afternoon.
And then it was a little after 7, and we
watched on the screen as Papa B came through the streets of Madrid in his
popemobile. We readied our cameras and steeled ourselves for the crushing
enthusiasm (literally crushing) of those around us who wished to be a
centimeter closer to the Pope as he drove speedily by.
He drove by, smiling and waving. We cheered
with the Spaniards. We cheered with the French. We cheered with those from the
British Islands across the way from us. We cheered with the girl from
Cincinnati who happened to be near our group. We cheered with people from every
populated continent.
And then? We collapsed. Yes, all six of us
didn't last in our prime spots because there was no longer room to sit. We had
been standing in the exhausting heat for so long, and the Holy Father's gentle
voice in Spanish was not jolting us with renewed energy. So, we sat along the
side, followed along with the prayer service as best we could, and then
attempted to beat the crowd. This attempt was thwarted when one of our teens
spotted her first "real life" Missionaries of Charity. As a great fan
of Blessed Mother Teresa, she had meeting some of the sisters at the top of her
World Youth Day wish list. It's a good thing we stopped to chat ... they
informed us that the Holy Father would be passing by the road on which we were
standing. So, we found an opening in the crowd and watched as he sped by again.
So, the six of us had our close encounter with
the Pope. One girl said the waiting and the watching were worth all of the
money that it cost to get to Spain. I can only hope that the close proximity to
the Vicar of Christ will continue to inspire the teens' faith as they grow in
holiness for years to come.
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