Rome
			By Sean Gallagher
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Calling Rome  “the eternal city” is not a cliché.   There is some real meaning to it.   There are, to my knowledge, no churches in the United States that  500 years old.  In Rome, there are scads of them and they aren’t  really that new.
			My wife and I ventured out at 7 a.m. to a church more than  1,000 years old—the Basilica of Santa Pressede, just across the street from the  Basilica of St. Mary Major, one of the four major basilicas of Rome (the other  three are St. Peter’s, St. John Lateran, and St. Paul Outside the Walls).
			We were happily surprised to meet upon entering it Msgr.  Frederick Easton, archdiocesan vicar judicial, and Father Thomas Schliessman,  pastor of St. Rose of Lima Parish in Franklin  and Holy Trinity Parish in Edinburgh.  (Meeting friends unexpectedly in anywhere is  usually a treat.  Doing so in a city  thousands of miles from home is a godsend.)
			The church building is more than 1,000 years old and most of  its interior has not been changed since then.   It is small and doesn’t overpower its visitors.  But its ancient mosaics in the beautiful  Byzantine style are evocative of the deep faith of those who were responsible  for putting them there and inspired me to pray for a growth in my own.
			A visit to St. Mary Major followed.  There we met up with the pilgrimage  group.  Archbishop Buechlein was the  primary celebrant for Mass in one of the church’s side chapels.  Msgr. Joseph F. Schaedel, archdiocesan vicar  general, was the homilist.
			A tour of the church followed.  St. Mary Major is a good example of the  “eternality” of Rome.  The church building dates in large part from  the fifth century, more than 1,500 years ago.   Its apse contains a large and ancient mosaic.  But much of the rest of the interior  decorations of the church date from the 16th and 17th centuries, some 1,000  years after the building was constructed.
			St. Mary Major also contains the wood that tradition says made  up the crib in which the newborn Christ child laid in Bethlehem.   Many pilgrims venerated it and prayed before it.
			From St. Mary Major, the pilgrimage group went on to tour  and pray at St. John Lateran.  My wife  and I took a taxi to St. Peter’s where I met up with Father Stan Pondo, an  archdiocesan priest studying canon law in Rome.  He was accompanied by Father Patrick  Beidelman, pastor SS. Peter and Paul Cathedral Parish in Rome and director of liturgy for the  archdiocese.
			Father Pondo assisted me as I made my way into the Vatican  to the offices of the Pontifical Council for Social Communication where I picked  up my photo credentials.  While I was  there I had the chance to chat with Archbishop John Foley, the secretary of the  council.  Archbishop Foley was originally  a priest of the Philadelphia Archdiocese.
			  As we made our way out of the Vatican, we heard Pope  Benedict chanting the Angelus with a large group of people gathered in St.  Peter’s Square for a Mass in honor of St. Pio of Pietreclina (Padre Pio).
			Again, the eternality of Rome.  A large group of pilgrims were gathered in  the square, built in the 15th and 16th centuries, in front of an obelisk more  than 2,000 years old, which may have been the last thing that St. Peter saw  before he died for the faith, celebrating with his current successor a saint  who died just some 40 years ago.  
			My wife and I then shared a relaxing lunch with Father Pondo  and Father Beidelman, two friends of mine for more than 10 years.
			Cindy and I then tried to make our way, based on Father  Pondo’s directions about Rome’s bus system, to St. John Lateran.  Well, I don’t really know what was to blame,  but we didn’t get there.  After walking  some streets for a short time not knowing where we were, we literally stumbled  upon the Basilica of San Clemente, another ancient Roman church that makes  500-year-old churches look brand new by comparison.
			Like the other churches we had seen earlier in the day, it  was marked by many beautiful mosaics.   Unfortunately, we did not have time to view the ruins that lie  underneath it, including what is left on an ancient temple of Mithra.
			We then took a taxi to the Church of the Gesu (about 400  years old), the home in Rome of the Jesuits.   The church was packed with likely far more than 1,000 worshippers for a  Vespers service in honor of Blessed Mother Theodore Guérin.
			A choir made up of the Sisters of Providence of Saint  Mary-of-the-Woods, the religious community founded by Blessed Mother Theodore  in 1840, provided some beautiful music for the service which traced the course  of the soon-to-be-saints life and how her legacy lives on today through the ministry  of the Sisters of Providence and the thousands of people whose lives have been  shaped in many positive ways by them.
			A short impromptu choir concert followed afterward by a  group of people from Etables, France, the hometown of Blessed Mother Theodore.  There were also many sisters there from the  convent in Ruille sur Loire, where she entered religious life in 1823.
			At the conclusion of Vespers, there was a real excitement in  the air.  It seemed that everyone was  looking forward with joy to the great celebration in St. Peter’s Square  tomorrow where Pope Benedict will solemnly declare Blessed Mother Theodore a  saint—the first from Indiana and only the eighth from the United States.
			But before that can happen, sleep must be sought, something  that, for me at least, is a rare commodity in this city filled with churches  that seem to stretch across eternity.
			Posted by Sean Gallagher at 5:18 p.m. on Saturday, October 14, 2006