Today is the feast day of Saints Peter and Paul. I marked this day on my calendar with anticipation last week I found out that there was going to be a group from the States having mass at 5:30 today at Santa Maria della Grazie. Not that I'm not thankful for mass in Italian, but this was going to be a treat to have mass in English.
Soon after I arrived at the church I found out that the mass was completely in sign language. Wow... God continues to teach me so much here. How many times in my life I completely take for granted being in a majority, being understood, being able to communicate. By default I am talking less and listening more these days. I know that this is not necessarily a bad thing...
A few thoughts before I call it a night...
Today I began reading a book recommended to me by my friend Bob who works in the English office at the church. The book is a collection of Padre Pio's letters to/from his spiritual directors, and begins with a solid introduction to the life of Padre Pio. As I sat outside of the new church tonight after mass and read the first 40 pages or so, I was absolutely struck by something that has been on my mind a lot lately, but took form tonight in words from the introduction on Padre Pio's "Two Fine Projects":
"On fire with love for God and men, Padre Pio conceived and carried out two projects which were two different expressions of his love: a vertical expression towards God in the form of the 'Prayer Groups' and a horizontal one directed towards his fellowmen which took the form of a hospital known as the 'Home for the Relief of Suffering.'"
I have been hearing this theme since I arrived, but today it struck in a new way. I immediately looked up, and thought for a long time about the huge cross in front of me. I opened my notebook, and drew the cross. At the head I wrote "our minds to God in prayer" at the horizontal tip I wrote "our hands to our brothers and sisters in love" and in the center of the cross I drew a heart and wrote "the place of intersection."
The church and the hospital are physically nearly connected here. Beau pointed this out to me when he visited, and said that it is "all one work for the relief of suffering." The horizontal and the vertical. Both so important for the relief of suffering...

the hospital



the chruch

the two are connected by a stairway ascending to the way of the cross

A few more thoughts on my heart to share--
This is where I sat tonight to read my book...

This stream is made up of 12 little steps, designed to represent each of the 12 apostles.

If you've been to my apartment you might have noticed a framed print called "Festival of Lights" by John August Swanson. I have always, always loved the symbolism in this print of faith as a relay -- a long river-like stream-- of light, where we receive from those who come before us, and pass on to those who come after.

Well last night I attended a candlelight procession of Our Lady of Grace in the square outside the church and kept feeling like I was living this print. The pictures really don't do it justice, but it was beautiful. Truly a festival of light!





All in all, I think it was a fitting way to celebrate the feast day of Saints Peter and Paul. Streams of flowing water... seas of glowing light. And the reminder of the call (the horizontal and the vertical that meet in the heart) to take our place after them to become the living stones.
Last but not least, this is Magda! Have you heard of "an Italian grandma"? Well, I have one here in San Giovanni Rotondo. She's teaching me Italian, taking me to the grocery store (where she picks out all of my fruit and buys me cookies), and feeding me gelatt0. Yep. Here is she is in all of her cute-Italian-grandma-ness :-)

Now I am off to bed... I get to spend the day tomorrow with the head of the Ob-Gyn unit, and I am really looking forward to it. Hope you all have a wonderful day today!