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The Pallium Mass - Part II

Even if you have a ticket, you have to be an early bird to get a good seat for Mass at St. Peter's Basilica on the feast of Sts. Peter and Paul. That we did, then made the short journey downhill from Casa Tra Noi where we are staying to St. Peter's Square. (It took less than fifteen minutes even with the necessary stop for a cappuccino and pastry.)  Rosemary and I were among the first in line. We had to go through a security check, of course. Our water bottles seemed to be a problem and I was expecting they might be confiscated. But the police officer just made us take a drink while he watched... presumably this would prove we were not trying to bring in gasoline or poison!  Since neither of us burst into flames nor died from this drink we were allowed through the gate. We were seated in no time (despite some rather eager humans in the line-up) and settled down seven rows from the clergy. We had a clear view of the altar.

I was impressed to see the massive statue of St. Peter all decked out in his red papal attire rather than his everyday bronze as he had been when we toured the basilica on Monday. 

Before mass, we prayed the rosary in Latin. It was a gift to be able to offer prayers for people who had specifically asked for them and it was emotional to hold each of those folks in my heart in such a sacred place and moment. The mass itself was beautiful. The music was stirring, the readings were proclaimed with excellence and the prayers were prayed in many languages. The recessional procession was triumphal.

Our seats were far closer to the main altar than other members of the group and only six chairs away from the main aisle. This seemed terrific.  But if you are six chairs away from the main aisle, four foot ten and a group of young men stand up in front of you, you may as well be in Sicily. Rheema, Corina & Melinda, on the other hand, were right by the aisle and captured marvelous images of Pope Francis (which are posted below).  It was, nevertheless, an incredible experience to be so close to this saintly man. 

After mass, on our way to the reception for Archbishop Leo, we walked through St. Peter's Square passing by displays of art comprised of flower petals and leaves. It was lovely.  The day was topped off with a wonderful reception where we got to connect and converse with friends and colleagues from Canada. 

by Christine















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