La Consolata

Here is a photo of Al Vu and me at the Shrine of Our Lady of Consolation (La Consolata) in Torino, taken on Monday morning. I was too busy talking to realize that the photo had been taken. We arrived there for a concelebrated mass with Archbishop Cesare Nosiglia, the Archbishop of Torino.

Interesting! Cesare Nosiglia was educated by the Salesian Sisters during his primary and middle school years. No wonder he was so excited to have Don Bosco's relics tour the archdiocese, and no wonder he took the initiative to ask that the Holy Shroud be exposed in 2015 expressly for the bicentenary of the birth of Don Bosco.

Coat of Arms of Archbishop Cesare Nosiglia

The GC27 delegates traveled to Rome on Monday evening, and by now they are in deep into the Chapter.

On becoming a city mouse

What was that story? City Mouse and Country Mouse? It was a story in our readers when I was in 3rd or 4th grade. I do not remember how the story worked out, but I suppose in the tradition of isolationism that was rampant in our school textbooks in that post-WW2 era, the Country Mouse was the hero in the end. However, I remember the illustrations more than the details of the story which, it seems, goes back to Aesop's Fables of the Country Mouse and the Town Mouse. I cannot blame the missionary generation textbooks writers is they inserted that for the boomer children of the GI-generation heroes who were doing everything to push America and the world into a new prosperity. Like I say, only the illustrations stand out in my memory. 

With that I suppose that after my early years in suburban, not-too-special, incredibly American-Pie-Normal Bellflower, where life was a cross between Leave-it-to-Beaver suburbia and Mayberry back-woods (they shot the film Grease in Bellflower because the producers thought it had preserved all the charm of the 1930s) -- after all that, and schooling in rural Watsonville California and Sussex County NJ, I've spent my adult years mainly in cities: Edmonton (northern most capital city in North America), Torino (launching pad for the Italian Risorgimento and first capital of the Kingdom of Italy), San Francisco, Berkeley and now Roma. I've actually found that this has allowed me to live a more simple lifestyle for everything is in walking distance, and the things that are not are places I can reach by public transit. During 2013 I drove maybe 8 times all together, but I am not uncomfortable in big crowds and I have learned to pace myself when I have to move about in public circumstances.

So have I become the City Mouse? I hope that I have not become arrogant and impractical as the City Mouse did, but I have always feared that I have always been inclined to prideful stupidity (certainly, that is what my novice director used to tell me week after week: "It's your pride, Ernie, its your pride"… he thought I was named Ernie, that's another story). If nothing else, being a city mouse has forced me to walk more, spend less, and live in small spaces, count my pennies (or centesimi) to make ends meet -- something that would be impossible today in the rural or suburban areas of a post-modern world. 

Is this a benefit? 

Proud of émigrés, and their descendants too

All's well in the mother-land. With the election of Italian-American Bill De Blasio as mayor of NYC, the people here are ecstatic. De Blasio is the first Democrat to win the mayor's seat in New York in 20 years. His folksy yet forceful style has intrigued Italians, and his inter-racial family has, to a large extent, delighted people in Italy where an increase of immigration (both economic and political refugees) from Africa, the Middle East, Asia, Latin America and poorer areas of Europe, is making Italians confront racial issues for the first time in 152 years.

But that is only part of it. De Blasio is an Italian-American, and he seems to speak with conviction and style. His gestures speak even louder (Italian papers carried photos of him doing his own shopping, and carrying laundry to the laundry mat -- things that the Italian political class would never be caught doing). His election it seems to make up for the Espionage Scandal of last week (what they called the 007 Phone surveillance) and the abduction of two Italians by the Indian government, and the total disarray of the Italian House of Deputies, and the 11% increase in joblessness in central and southern Italy. So everyone was toasting NYC today. As one colleague told me: "Things are so bad here that when an emigrant or the son of Italians abroad does well, we re-adopt him as our own, and have the courage to go forward with a sense of relief that we'll get out of the present difficult time."

Makes me smile, actually.

Bug headaches

We have had very warm weather here in Rome, while parts of Italy are already battling snow storms. It has been so warm here, in fact, that the mosquitoes have taken on a new life and are becoming so strong that they resist the repellents. Between Sunday and Monday, I sprayed my room 4 times, and at night I had to light one of those anti-mosquito coils by my bed. The reason was that I was getting bit so many times during the night by silent mosquitoes, and awakened by the noisy one. Last night it was much better, but I woke up with a headache this morning, probably from breathing in the scent of the bug killers.

Last night it began to rain very hard at about 23.00, and continued until after 7.00 this morning. This afternoon there was a blue sky with cumulous clouds overhead and thunderheads in the distance. Hopefully this rain can bring in some cooler temperatures, and least to put the biting bugs to rest.

Notes delivered today

Classes going well. I've given my students on Francis de Sales two versions of the class notes: one in Italian and one in English. The English version is considerably less than the book: only 16 units. I need to improve the Italian version, but I had to rush to get this to the students, since I arrived only 2 days before classes began. As it is, with the printing etc, they only got the notes today. 

My other two courses got the notes a week ago, but the material is much less in those courses than in Francis de Sales.

Meanwhile, I've decided to design a different FdS course for Berkeley, beginning next year. It will allow me to explore his writings more thoroughly, I hope. My book can be a study to read, but won't be the course outline as it has been up until now.

Dangerous pines

For two weeks now we have been told to stay away from the side road beside the provincial headquarters in the UPS. A number of the tall pines there have shown signs of decay and are in risk of falling. Before the bad weather comes, therefore, the grounds committee here arranged that a number of those pines should be cut down.

Other trees at the entrance of the university itself have been thinned of low-hanging branches, so as not to create more hazards for pedestrians. Some people are concerned that the branches can fall on parked cars. Yes, I'm sure that they can, and the lawsuits would come from the car owners. However, it is more risking for the pedestrians, because when caught in a sudden downpour (as happens during Rome's autumn), people take refuge under trees. Four years ago a couple of teenagers were killed by falling branches in downtown Rome during a sudden storm. The danger is real.

Today is the memorial of Pope John Paul II -- blessed for now, but soon to be canonized. The 22nd of October is the day on which he was installed as Bishop of Rome (1979), after his election on 16 October. Thus, in Rome and in Poland his feast is kept on this day. We remembered him in all the masses on campus today.

As for my own academic load at the UPS, I am teaching three courses this semester. These are all courses in the theology faculty and are entitled Foundations in Don Bosco's Spirituality (3 units); The social, political, cultural and religious context of Don Bosco's environment in Nineteenth Century Italy (2 units); St Francis de Sales: Life and Spirituality (3 units). I've been working on the class notes for my students, such as I can prepare in Italian and English. I have almost completed an Italian version of my book on Francis de Sales, which is now in its second printing at Stella Niagara. That's been exciting.

Catholic bookshops

Earlier today I got in a conversation about Catholic bookshops and religious good stores. This is an interesting topic, I feel, and one of concern since many such shops are struggling to survive at a time when most people can buy what they are looking for online.

Now, I have to say that I am fortunate enough that there is a fantastic bookstore right on the campus of the Salesian Pontifical University where I teach in Rome. That shop is part of a family-run chain that goes back to the days of Leo XIII. But the Leoniana is struggling too, even though the store is usually filled with clients: students, professors, neighbors, leaders from nearby parishes. I go there principally for the books, but there are also religious goods there, and stationery. What has been said about "location, location, location" is certainly at work here, and also quite vital since our campus is quite far from the city center.

At least once a month I travel to the old center of the city to shops run by the Daughters of St Paul or the Salesians to look for and pick up books (catechetics, spirituality, pastoral care); at other times I travel to Borgo Pio to shop at Soprani or Comandini for religious goods (usually when I am looking for gifts). I need to take at least two buses to reach these places, and so I am intentional about these trips.

As others have mentioned, there were more Catholic bookstores and religious goods shops in the past. When I grew up in the 1960s, there were two within the radius of 3 miles of where we lived in southern California, and our parish had a "religious goods and Catholic book shop" open on Sundays in the parish hall from 7:30 AM to 1:30 PM. I suspect the two local shops made that possible for our parish. Nowadays there is a gentleman who sets up a stall and sells religious goods and catechetical books (all in Spanish) just in the passage way between the church and the hall in that same home-town parish where I grew up. Whenever I am in town I notice that that stall is surrounded by people coming out of mass. This seems to me to be more of a service and an apostolate than a business, but it also shows me that parishioners make use of this service. 

A full day

Raining in Rome -- thunder storms and downpours, which are odd this time of year.

The first semester for the 2013-2014 academic year began today with 3 hours for the new students (9:00 to 12:00). In the afternoon I was the second reader for a thesis at an exam for the license in theology, and later at a 70 minute meeting of all the professors (350 of us) of the university. A full day. Tomorrow, the classes start. 

Book release

My book, Saint Francis de Sales: Life and Spirit, has been released today. Many thanks go to Joanne Kinney and Fr John Graden at DeSales Resources and Ministries for bringing the book through the editing and publishing phases, as well as to Sr Mary Grace McCormack and the Visitation Sisters in St Louis for all they did to host me during the re-editing phase, and for Sr Mary Grace's arduous work in proofing this volume.

The book can be purchased from DeSales Ministries and Resources in Stella Niagara, New York. They have a bookshop on their website.

Salesian initiative day 2

Today we began to formulate a formal statement for what we hope to come from the Salesian initiative. Here is the working draft of the proposal:

North American Salesian Network

The North American Salesian Network is an intentional network of collaboration by Salesian organizations:  

The initial aim of the network is the sharing of talent, resource materials and programs to enhance the training of our members and the accomplishment of our respective missions, ultimately spreading the Gospel in the Salesian tradition. The initial commitment of organizational membership includes participation in an annual gathering, contributions to a collaborative website and sharing of information through social media or an e-newsletter.

The founding group has put together his Vision Statement:

We envision a collaborative effort among our Salesian associations and institutes to empower us in refreshing our North American culture with the spirit of St. Francis de Sales and our Founders.  

We hope to facilitate the sharing of Salesian resources, educational services, technological expertise, vocational efforts and other key ministries that will enable us to touch hearts and "live jesus" across a wider expanse of people.  

Together we enter into the mystery of Christ and help to bring all people to Christ with the strong gentleness and zeal of St. Francis de Sales. 

Salesian Initiative

For the second year, a group of us are gathering at St Paul Retreat House in Detroit to discuss ways of sharing and spreading Salesian spirit in the United States. Those who have come include the Oblates of St Francis de Sales, the Oblate Sisters, the Visitation Sisters (2nd Federation), the Daughters of St Francis de Sales, the Missionaries of St Francis de Sales, the Salesian Network, the Salesians of Don Bosco and the Daughters of Mary Help of Christians.

A very interesting group from my educational point of view is a group that has existed since 1988 called the "Salesian Network." This grows out of the experience of the Visitation Sisters in the USA, where they have 5 schools. The "Salesian Network" that facilitates the formation of "minds and hearts through gospel-based teachings" in their schools. I do believe that we Salesians of the San Francisco province would benefit by making contact with this network.

There are many areas in which we can be collaborating, from formation of laity to training of novices, to sharing the Salesian spirit in dioceses and among the unchurched. More ideas will come out tomorrow, no doubt, as our discussions become more direct.

Fatherless

A friend of mine sent me an article that tries to say that we should not worry about the gun culture as much as the fatherless culture in America. In other words, the 20-year-old who shot up Newtown had a father in his life, he might not have become a killer. That sounds like a good ploy for not reforming the broken system that allows anyone and everyone to tote a gun in the USA. Maybe the author is correct.

Don Bosco College Library in 1967

On the other hand, I clearly remember a comment made by Fr Paul Aronica, who was my professor of literature at Don Bosco College, in Newton, New Jersey - way back in my college days at the start of the 1970s. We were studying the Adventures of Huckleberry Finn, and Fr Paul compared the theme of fatherless Huck and fatherless Tom Sawyer to many other fatherless figures in American literature, cinema and television (there was no YouTube in those days). Fr Paul remarked that the United States created a fatherless culture when the merchants and plantation owners gathered in Philadelphia on 4 July 1776 sent a declaration of independence to the King of England. By throwing out the King, they disowned their father, and Unitedstatesians have been disowning their fathers ever since.

Throw out the father and collect guns! these are actually more American than motherhood and apple pie.

Contribution of Arthur Lenti

Chris Woerz has circulated by email to the Salesian Family an article from Chennai that quotes Fr Arthur Lenti abundantly. Chris speaks with pride at seeing our own Fr Lenti quoted by Salesians in another province.

Actually, from my vantage point in Rome, this is not new.  Arthur J. Lenti has become one of the important authors in the Salesian world now. I hear many quoting from his works. In Sicily, after the publication of his great Opus of 7 volumes, some professors have gone back to the Journal of Salesian Studies and have begun to translate some of those vintage articles into Italian. In Spain they describe his writing as scientific, enlightening and inspiring.

In a few days Arthur Lenti will celebrate his 90th birthday. His birthday is actually 31 January, feast of St John Bosco, whose life and work Fr Arthur has made the center of the last 28 years of his work at the ISS. But of course, when Arthur was born in the province of Alessandria, close to Torino, in 1923, Don Bosco was not yet a canonized saint. That canonization would not have come until Arthur was 11 years old. Nor were Salesian Studies his professional interest. Arthur trained at the Biblicum in Rome, and taught Sacred Scripture for many years. He was able, however, to use the biblical scholars techniques in approaching the documents, published and unpublished, around Don Bosco to give us a fresh understanding of the apostle of the young. This certainly accounts for the great wave of enthusiasm throughout the world for his contribution. Chris Woerz is right to be happy! More that that, we are right to want to learn from what Arthur has worked so hard to give us: a clear study of the life and times of St John Bosco so that we can look a the needs of our own times, and then to do what we can on behalf of the young, as Don Bosco would do.

It is good to see this happening. It validates not only the hard work of research and teaching done by Fr Arthur, but the whole purpose of the Institute of Salesian Studies in Berkeley. May the new leaders of the ISS find the resources and backing to move forward.

Traveling again

It is the second day of the new year. I've been with my mother in Bellflower for the holidays, where I could celebrate with family and life-time close friends. It is time now to begin my return trip to Europe, but I will pass five days in Berkeley to prepare for the Spring Term and to see my doctor(s). Well, they are not really "my" doctors, but I'm their patient. Sounds rather pompous to claim that I have a doctor or two really, when the reality is that I have to do what they say, and they don't do what I say.

On the other hand, I'm not sure that I can even claim having students, if that is the criterion. They rarely do what I say and I'm always scurrying to help them come through a semester somehow. No, I don't have my own students, but there are many students who have me as a teacher, or perhaps as an instructor. I don't have a cat or dog either.…… but I don't think anybody can have a cat.

Hmmm, very philosophical, but I've just finished a cup of coffee at the Los Angeles International Airport (LAX), after going through TSA security. I will be boarding a flight for San Francisco soon, and am happy for the new year, for the avoidance of the fiscal cliff, and for all the good friends in my life, with whom I wish I could spend more time. This week in Bellflower has reminded me how important that really is.

Christmas Novena Memories

One of my fondest memories from my high school years at St Francis in Watsonville was our participation in the Christmas novena each year. This began on the evening of 16 December and continued until Christmas Eve. Of course we were all home usually by the Saturday before Christmas, so those few days in which we were able to join in that prayer service were intense.

As I remember it, during the first year that I participated, as a freshman, the vice-principal (we called him the Prefect of Studies) explained the celebration to us. This was part of his role. He was the member of the school administration to bring the new boys, freshmen and others, into the traditions of the school and of the Salesian world. My first year the Prefect of Studies was particularly keen on doing this, perhaps because he was a natural-born storyteller. I'm speaking of Fr Larry, who was 40 years old at the time. 

Winter scene of St Francis, inner courtyard, back in the day

Anyway, according to the authoritative and loquacious Fr Larry, the novena that we were singing was originally composed in Latin and came, not from Rome, but from Turin (Torino). We would be singing the same verses and praying the same prayers that St John Bosco and his boys sang and prayed 100 years before us. This was very impressive to me, as a fourteen-year old. That Don Bosco himself said these words: whoa! Of course, the words were all from Scripture, but Fr Larry did not tell us that, and it did not occur to me that we would be praying the words pronounced by Isaiah and the prophets and the psalmists as we sung the evening novena… therefore, the words that the Jewish and Christian community had cherished for thousands of years. Maybe Fr Larry was more Bosconian than scriptural, or maybe he thought this would be too much for us to fathom or appreciate. Who knows? In fact, 100 years were enough for me. 

Saints John Bosco and Dominic Savio: old polychrome statue now at Camp St Francis, Aptos

The first time I joined in and sang these prayers, I imagined the spirits of the boys from Don Bosco's first Oratory sitting with us in the benches, singing the same words, praying that the Savior would come without delay. The opening refrain for the singing of the prophecies was melodic and pleading but joyful at the same time: 

The Lord our King is drawing near: o come, let us adore Him! 

Two of the fourth-year boys sang the prophecies in a duet, and we all responded with the refrain. By the end of the first evening, I knew the refrain by heart, both the melody and the words. It has remained with me until this day. 

Remembering the words and the melody is very good, because this year in Rome, as in every year that I have been here, the three communities of the professors will join together in the evening to sing the same novena. We will sing it in Latin and Italian, but the content of the texts and the melodies are the same. 

Regem venturum Dominum, venite adoremus.

The Lord our King is drawing near: o come, let us adore Him!

Growing into contemplation

Painting of Our Lady of Guadalupe in Taillores (on Lake Annecy)

Tomorrow is the feast of Our Lady of Guadalupe, I'm thinking of Mary in America, and especially of Mexico. Am also thinking about Fr Roger Luna, whose anniversary of death is tomorrow.

Fr Roger taught me English in 11th and 12th grade at St Francis in Watsonville, and I joined the choir that he directed during those years. That was a lot of fun for me at that age. Fr Roger was also my director when I was discerning whether to join the Salesians or not, and guided me through the prenovitiate with 10 of my companions. Only 8 of us entered the Salesian novitiate; only 5 of us made our vows a year later… but that is another story.

Roger B. Luna, SDB, in 1966, Director of St Francis, Watsonville

Fr Roger was easy to talk to, and I took advantage of this during high school, and later as a young Salesian. When I first became came to De Sales Hall as province vocation director in 1983, and later as director of the prenovitiate community until 1990, I went regularly to Fr Roger for spiritual direction. As always he received me and accompanied me with joy and wisdom that I will never forget.

Once Fr Roger told me that as we grow older we all tend to become contemplative. Well, it sounded good, but I know some pretty rowdy old people!! I suspect, however, that Fr Roger was quite contemplative in his youth, but carried to extroversion by the needs of the young and poor families that he served as the first Mexican-American Salesian in the USA. He could organize a wonderful Posadas Christmas Novena for the immigrants, but he could also sit quietly with a score written by Mozart on his lap, imagining the sounds and voices, and bringing those to prayer. Yes, he was a contemplative, even though he might have been a hyper-active one!

A panorama to contemplate, at Hermitage St Germaine, above Lake Annecy

Fr Pascual Chavez speaks to Salesians at the UPS

Fr Pascual Chavez addresses the university community tonight

Tonight the rector major, Fr Pascual Chavez, has come to the UPS to share on the life of the Salesian  Society during 2012 and its potential impact on the university. This is something of an annual event, and I will try to record some of what he is saying on my iPad to post it all immediately.

Fr Pascual begins with a reflection on the New Evagelization. He remained perplexed, he says, because the emphasis of the Holy See seems to center on the new movements. This became very apparent during the recent synod of Bishops (held from 11-25 October this year). The synod made no place in its consideration for the contributions of religious communities to evangelization, past or present. It was only after the superiors general of women and men put together their own document and sent this to the synod that the bishops half-way mentioned the apostolic efforts of those in the consecrated life. However, the synod's acknowledgement was minimal, and if one goes back to the working documents of the assembly (the Instrumentum laboris), consecrated life seems to be totally ignored.

Fr Pascual Chavez, during a brief question period

The synod tries to respond to the changes in society, the diffidence and suspicion toward the Church seems to be on the rise in today's world, along with the growing secularization of society. The bishops spoke at length about secularization, but not about the causes for ill-feeling towards the Church. Yet, diffidence and secularization are themes that do not reflect the whole church. These represent mostlly what is happening in Europe and not on the other continents. The rector major asks, with a certain amount of apprehension, are we becoming euro-centric again?

New melody: The capacity of the Church to give  positive response to the needs of men and women today is something that the experience of the synod may call into question. There were a number of bishops (too many!) who wanted to sound the alarm or go on the offensive (against the world, against non-Christians, against secularists, in a new apologetics rather than a new Evangelization). The pope himself had to speak up to counter some of the strident rhetoric heard in the synod assembly. Pope Benedict asserted that the Church today must let the Gospel sound with a new melodies as a new song. Only if the Gospel is heard in a fresh way will the Word of Christ be in a position to enlighten the life of women and men today. This is the sense of Benedict XVI's call for an ongoing and constructive dialogue between Faith and Culture.

Hearts aflame: hearts renewed, pastoral ardor and missionary fervor. Ben 16 insists that there is an event at the start of faith, a meeting with a person that enchants you and fasinates you. No new E without conversion of the new evangelizer. this is not a new crusade, but a falling in love with Christ, who forces no one.

Resect fornew contexts and everty context -- absolutely  indispensible.

However, when B16 speaks in the light of Rede;ptoris Missio, he says in histoy there is a fiirst evanvggelization. with this is ordinary ministry in everyday circumstances.  NE is not for the new chuyrches, not for those that are getting strong and starting to becoe mature.  It is for those who used to be Xtian but of ancient Xtian tradition who have left the faith and the practice of the faith.

At the synod, there were those who thought NE is a new crusade (very negative) contrasted by other bishops > The best prepared bishops are the French bishops. Religious are very clear: great symphathy and empathy  with this world.  Is the church closed now?

If you do not have humility, you cannot respect God's way, who entered the world on his tiptoes.

The US bishops wanted new apologetics; the Asian bishops spoke of new humility. The French bishops contested this. So two aaproaches emerged. The message that comes out is that the Gospel is beautiful and enchanting. Let the Gospel speak to our  world.

Pious Aeneas at the T-Sign

My brother Mario sent me an email today, with the above photo taken on 24 October, where he and his son (my nephew) John played in a charity golf tournament to benefit the youth at St Dominic Savio parish.

Mario sent the email to my brother Sal and to me, and his message is the following.

Hi Guys, I thought you might enjoy this picture. Every year, I sponsor a T-sign in Dad's memory for the golf tournament which benefits the Youth Center at Savio. This year, John played as part of the foursome with me, Nelson and Jack Hastert. This picture was taken on the 9th tee box on Wednesday 10/24/12. I never got to play golf with Dad, but every year at the tournament with his name on the sign, I feel that he is out there with me.

My reflections, maybe prompted by today's Gospel, centered on how piety was originally a family word, and how I see it played out in this gesture of my brother.

In the ancient Latin, the word pious really did not have any link to religion, but it was a word to describe the love that a son had for his father. Thus, Aeneas, who did everything to ensure his father's health and welfare in the midst of the terrible Trojan war, is called pius Æneas. Only in the 14th century was the word applied to religious contexts, as Christianity was seen as strengthening family in the context of the Greatest Commandment: You shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength: this is the first commandment. And the second is like, namely this, You shall love your neighbor as yourself (Mark 12:30-31).

Our first neighbors are the members of our family, and then those living near to us, and then those in need who are far off. During the 14th Century when the plague known as the Black Death devastated Europe, those who risked their own lives to care for the plague victims were called pious. In the intensity of the risk, they turned to the figure of the Suffering Jesus who in his Passion gave his life to save poor sinners out of love for The Father. In this identification with Christ Crucified, the word found an enlarged meaning, so that the pious were united with Christ, and their piety became the merciful assisting of those in most need. Another word was born then too: compassion. It meant to suffer (passio) along Christ (with-suffering/com-passion). Piety, mercy, compassion, pity, active charity: all were pressed into these words, so that charity toward neighbor became complete only with true charity towards God -- love of God with one's whole being, and love of neighbor as one would love oneself. Piety summed it all up.

So piety, as we see it today, is intensely religious, but it was originally intensely centered on the family. It would be a wonderful thing if we could recuperate that original meaning. By the looks on the faces of my brother Mario and his son John, I think they are certainly living that family piety.

Salesian Family Day

The Salesian Family Marian Day has taken place in October for several years now. This year I was asked to speak. Since St Dominic Savio had so many events since August, St John Bosco High School hosted the Salesian Family… but there were four other events going on, including a football game this same morning. This is homecoming weekend at St John Bosco, after all, and a busier weekend could not have been chosen.

Today's presentation was set to be in keeping with the theme for 2012-2013 in the run up the 200th birthday of St John Bosco in 2015: Don Bosco Educator. I was asked to bring out some ideas on the educative charism of Don Bosco. For a long time I did not know how to put this together, but I finally settled on Don Bosco and His Young People. This is a theme that I have been exploring in the course that I teach in Rome on the social-religious-political-cultural context of Don Bosco's century. After I have worked on this theme, I realized that Fr Lenti has put a lot of this forward in the second volume of his study on Don Bosco. However, I also realize that Fr Lenti has said everything on Don Bosco already, so I decided not to worry about bringing out anything new.

In attendance were members of many different branches of the Salesian Family, and I already knew most of them, except for the 20 students from Bosco Tech that were brought along. Poor kids! This was not designed for young people, and nobody told me that they would be present until this morning. I had not directed my talk to them, and I consider it an injustice to constrain kids to hear speeches designed for adults. Nobody ever consulted me on this aspect… but that is another story.

Reflections on Annecy 2012

Basilica of the Visitation, Annecy

Spending July and August in Annecy, for some Salesian days with Francis de Sales, Jane de Chantal and my Salesian sisters… well this was something that I had looked forward to for months, and when we were arrived in old Annecy, I found the experience exhilarating.

This has not been my first visit to Annecy. The first time I had gone I had been in my 20s, and went with my theology classmates from Torino. I had since returned three other times, for days of reflections, or on pilgrimage, or on retreat. This Summer 2012 pilgrimage, then, has been my fifth time visiting the places of Francis de Sales, but this has seems so much richer after 18 years of teaching courses on the life and spirit of the saint.

Sr Anne-Marie Baud plays with the door knocker at Chateau de Sales, Thorens

It was exciting to me to have one of my former students, Sr Anne-Marie Baud do so much of the footwork and bring our group to visit the Holy Source of the Visitation, and many of the places where Francis and Jane lived and worked. I have been to these places with scholars who knew of them through meticulous study, but Anne-Marie is a native of Savoy. As she told me the first time I met her, “My family was converted by Saint François de Sales!” To travel with her to these wonderful places was to have an insider’s view. This made all the difference, as far as I was concerned, for she gave a sense of joy, adventure, intimacy and enthusiasm to every corner of Annecy.

It was also a great treat for me to spend 12 days with the Sisters of the GBR province, for many of the sisters I have known in different places over the years (Torino, Bollington, Chertsey, Battersea, London, Berkeley, Melbourne), so it was fantastic for me to renew our friendship and to do so in the company of Francis and Jane – the saints of Christian friendship. The prayer moments, prepared by the sisters each morning and evening, were fresh and always seemed to hit the mark for my own spirit in these days, and the sisters made each day’s liturgy prayerful and profound. The companionship at table was another treat, enjoying the wonderful meals, the beautiful sunshine, hearing of the sisters’ work and apostolic experiences – all of this fed my heart and soul. How privileged I felt to participate in the renewal of vows of the junior professed, and the golden jubilee of three sisters who came from the same parish so many years ago and who have worked in very different places but who could gave the whole pilgrimage/retreat a wonderful, youthful tone.

Any help that I might have provided in the way of the conferences and the homilies was amply repaid by the great warmth of family spirit that I experienced in return. I cannot thank you enough – collectively and individually – for these wonderful days of prayer and refreshment, of spirituality and family spirit too.

Abundant blessings on all!