It Is Well

I was prepared to title a blog “Remembering Ten Years”, or something along that nature.  That was before hearing a song I’ve not heard since I sang in the Baptist Church choir.  The entire verses of “It Is Well” were sung as the meditation after communion at Mass this morning.

A lot has happened in the ten years since 9/11 and I do remember vividly my life at that moment.  I had just returned to college the week prior to September 11, 2001.  I had just completed the first of a two year catechetical  program  in Pastoral Ministry Formation. I was employed (and currently employed) for a major airline.   I choose to hold privately in my thoughts the events I recall of that day and those subsequent trying days, weeks, and months in the airline industry.

I did a search on Horatio G. Spafford, the author of the hymn “It is Well.”  The hymn was first sung in public on November 24, 1876. Horatio and his wife Anna had many tragedies in their lives.  They had four daughters and one son.  They lost their son to scarlet fever in 1870.  Shortly thereafter, the Great Chicago Fire broke out and many, including the Spaffords, lost everything.  Horatio and Anna dedicated much time to serving the poor and those in need.  In 1873, they planned a trip to join with evangelical missionaries in Europe.  Horatio sent his wife Anna and their four daughters ahead on the ship  “Ville de Havre” with plans to join them later.  The ship was impacted by another ship mid-voyage and sank.  Of their family, only Anna was saved, their infant daughter pulled from her arms by the waves.  Her telegraph to Horatio was “Saved alone, what shall I do?”  The words to “It is Well” were penned around this tragedy.  The full text of the story is here Horatio G. Spafford: The Story Behind the Hymn “It is Well with My Soul”  “Saved Alone. What Shall I Do…”

My favorite verse is the last verse, “and Lord haste the day when my faith shall be sight…” 

In the Gospel of John Chapter 20, the Apostle Thomas doubts Jesus and must touch the wounds before believing in His resurrection.  In verse 29, Jesus responds to them, “Have you come to believe me because you have seen me?  Blessed are those who have not seen and have believed.”  It is this promise from Jesus that turns sadness and tragedy into joyful hope.  Blessed assurance that Jesus is mine and I believe what He taught.


Church of the Most Holy Trinity

Check out the link below for a nice article, with photos, on Church of the Most Holy Trinity in Brooklyn New York.  It is staffed with OFM Conventual Franciscan friars from the Saint Anthony of Padua Province.  Fr. Timothy posted this link in Facebook and I wanted to add the link here as well.  Very nice photos and brief history of the church.

Church of the Most Holy Trinity.

So, the church is supposed to be haunted.

Peace & All Good

A Roof Over His Head

I’ve been thinking of this post for two or three weeks — another pilgrimage reflection — a bit of humor.  A visit to the Church of the Nativity in Bethlehem — the place where ‘the little Lord Jesus lay down His sweet head — away in the manger.” Here our group was divided in half as we awaited our appointed time to enter the Grotto of the Nativity to celebrate Mass.  As we waited, our leader, Fr. John Abela, corralled us around like his flock of sheep — come closer.  We were in the midst of a great amount of iron scaffolding.  The scaffolding surrounded the perimeter of the church interior and reached high into the rafters — the church that sits over the Grotto of our Jesus — the Star of Bethlehem.

Fr. John gestured our gaze up to the ceiling and declared, “You are looking at a miracle!”  We were curious.  He continued with great drama, “You are looking at a miracle — the roof is being repaired!  It has been 70 years under discussions.”  What?  Really?  The Church of the Nativity shares its custody with the Greek Orthodox, Roman Catholic (Franciscan Friars), and Armenian churches and are under a “status quo” arrangement that requires an equal sharing.  It is like walking into a house and each room is decorated by designers of completely different tastes.  We await our appointed time for Mass as we only have 20 minutes and must start on time.  If we are not on time we will be in the “report” at the end of the week when they review “time.”  Really?  I found a current article on the topic that is titled “Warring clergy unite to repair leaky roof in Church of the Nativity.”  Warring clergy?  Really?  Not the Franciscans.  It is an interesting conundrum — no doubt — but “squabbling over who cleans what?”  Apparently cleaning something can be construed as ownership and all things being equal — well — neither of the Christian churches would want the other to claim they alone paid for and repaired the leaky roof.  It is so complicated.

Church of the Nativity roof

I think of Fr. John Abela as I read this article and can almost hear his laugh.  Just before Thanksgiving we learned that Fr. Abela had suffered a heart attack in Rome.  Just yesterday, we learned that he had untimely (in our eyes) passed away on Sunday, Dec 19th — the Fourth Sunday of Advent.  He will be buried in his home country of Malta on Christmas Eve.  It amazes me how, even weeks beyond the end of our pilgrimage, the significance of our relationships continues to unfold.  We were most blessed and graced to have been Fr. Abela’s last Holy Land pilgrimage group.  Sometimes people cross our paths for only a minute, hours, or days and yet they leave an unforgettable mark.  I think of the times I moved closer so that I could hear all that Fr. Abela was telling us.   His love and knowledge of the Holy Land so apparent.  I think of the holy hour he led at the Church of Gethsemane — the thought provoking reflections on the Gospel accounts of the agony in the garden.

Had I known Fr. Abela would soon leave this world, would I have listened even closer?  Would I have made sure to take my journal and make notes.  I think of the disciples who were sleeping in the garden — specifically asked to remain awake and watch while Jesus prayed.  Had they known what was about to unfold, the kiss of betrayal, would they have slumbered any way?

So, Fr. John Abela will be interred on Christmas Eve — the Eve of the Star of Bethlehem.  At least the Star of Bethlehem is getting a new roof — and maybe now a Friar to watch over it all.

The below photo was taken in Nazareth on October 27th, 2010.  It is iconic of our pilgrimage — Fr. Abela gesturing as he taught us so much.  The Holy Family is watching over him.

Check the links below for more information posted on the OFM web site of the OFM Province of Malta

Link to his death announcement and biography

Here is a link to photos of his funeral Mass in Rome

Fr. John Abela laid to rest in Malta link to article and photos and video of excerpts from funeral

Fr. John Abela, OFM — St. Joseph’s Church – Nazareth – Oct 27, 2010

Fr. John Abela’s last Holy Land Pilgrimage group – Oct 25 – Nov 2 2010