Caught Up In Faith

Being a practicing Catholic in Spain is turning out to be much more of a challenge than I ever thought it would be!

The past few weekends I’ve had a lot of trips with my program, which has been great because I gotten to see a lot of other Spanish cities outside of Madrid.  Last weekend we were in Barcelona and before that we traveled to El Escorial, Toledo, Cordoba, Segovia, and Barcelona.  I also took a trip with friends to Salamanca and on the train ride back we stopped off at Avila (as in St. Teresa of Avila) but unfortunately because it was a Sunday all of the museums about her are closed.  It’s only a hour and a half train ride so I may return later in the spring.

With the majority of my weekends being used for traveling, it can be surprisingly hard to find a Sunday mass.  None of the concierges working at the hotels have been able to give me mass times and so usually I just locate the closest few on the map and walk to them to read the mass times posted inside.  All of the cathedrals usually have a 11 am or noon mass but I always need an early morning or evening mass because our afternoons are taken up by tours and scheduled activities.  So far I’ve been pretty lucky in finding masses but it’s a little stressful every week because I don’t know where I’m going to go.

The mass I went to a few weeks ago when I was in Salamanca was interesting.  As I’ve found with almost all the parishes in Spain, there were mostly elderly people in the pews and no altar servers or music.  The priests here never lead an opening procession but instead leave the sacristy, go right up on the altar, and then walk right back into the sacristy after mass is over.  I’ve yet to find a bulletin or some kind of bulletin board with parish announcements.  Surprisingly, mass has become less enjoyable for me to attend because I can never understand the homily and the only form of music is the congregation singing songs by heart a cappella without song sheets for me to follow along with.  Thankfully at the parish in Salamanca they gave a handout with the readings typed up so I could understand them a little better by reading along.  After mass the priest announced to the parish that their diocese was starting a new program in which a few parishes would cluster together and be served by one rotating priest because all of the priests in the area are so elderly.  I thought this was interesting because my diocese at home in New Jersey is undergoing the largest consolidation process in the history of the church in the US, and after seeing multiple churches per street here in Spain and knowing their place of power in Spanish history it was interesting to learn even they are having their own problems.  I don’t know if all the Spaniards are satisfied with their parishes but I think they could learn a lot from American churches in terms of youth programs, etc. because there are rarely young people in the pews.  I know the US is having it’s own crisis in building a new generation of practicing Catholics but I think Spain is having a tougher time here.

In every Spanish city, the must-see sites always include a cathedral and religious-inspired work of art so I’ve definitely had a big leg up in understanding and appreciating the things I’m seeing.  Some things we see here, especially the architecture and art, are literally impossible to understand without at least a basic knowledge of Christianity.  In my study abroad program there are a large majority of Jewish students.  All are Reform and one is Conservative but none of them go to synagogues or keep kosher and from the way they’ve talked about their faith it sounds like they’re only practicing in the sense that they celebrate the high holidays.  One girl is Muslim but she is not practicing.  Besides one practicing Methodist (which is difficult here since I’ve yet to see any churches for other Christian denominations), everyone is either a non-practicing Catholic or does not belong to any religion.  It’s a little weird being the one person who is going to religious services every week, for example waking up earlier than everyone on Sundays to go to mass.  I was hoping to find someone to go with since at the beginning two of the girls who are non-practicing told their Senoras they’d be interested in going with them to mass but they haven’t really been into it.  So far I’ve been going it alone but I hope to invite them with me the next time we’re all together in Madrid or on a trip.

I’ve had some great experiences with the people in my program, such as being able to explain confession, things in the cathedrals and how they’ve used, and Catholic practices to people who aren’t Christian but want to learn more to be able to understand Spain better.  Unfortunately, I’ve also had some not-so-pleasant experiences with people in my group who frankly can sometimes be pretty offensive and close-minded.  Since Catholicism is such a part of Spain’s history, it comes up all the time in our tours and its role has not always been pretty such as when the Catholic Monarchs expelled all of the Jews and Muslims from Spain to unite its people under Catholicism.  Instead of trying to understand the political context of something like this and how the Catholic church is a human institution capable of mistakes, it’s easier for people to just write all Catholics in history off as ignorant and discriminatory.  I understand that some of the church’s doctrines, lives of saints, and current practices people are hearing for the first time probably seem ridiculous without a lengthy explanation and some faith, but quite a few times I’ve heard people make offensive comments and jokes.  I don’t understand this because I would NEVER make fun of someone else’s religion especially while standing in their sacred house of worship, because obviously those beliefs while not mine are important to someone and in general are encouraging their followers to be good people.  I’ve talked about this to Meg Masciola who just arrived in Buenos Aires to study abroad and she has encountered similar challenges.  So far it’s been hard for us to know how to respond because we want to be living examples of Christ’s love and therefore don’t want to retort back or scold anyone, and at the same time there never seems to be an appropriate opportunity to let someone know what they said was offensive.  Hopefully this will improve.

Yesterday was Ash Wednesday and as usual I had trouble finding a mass because I had class and a play to go to with my program during the three daily mass times at my nearby parish.  I got lucky by finding a 7 pm mass an hour before the play started and only a block away from the theater.  I was going crazy all day because I couldn’t figure out why absolutely no one I saw in the city all day long had ashes on their foreheads.  I finally figured it out at mass- they sprinkle them on top of your head!  Unfortunately again I couldn’t understand the homily and so I was really missing mass in English and the Newman Center community.  One idea I’ve had lately to off-set my worries that I’m not taking away any new insights from mass because of the language barrier is to listen to the weekly homilies recorded online in my free time posted on the website of Holy Trinity parish in Georgetown.  My Senora also gave me one of her old Magnificat monthly issues in Spanish which has the order of the mass inside and so now I can bring that along to read the prayers until I have them memorized.

Preparing for Lent has also been difficult because I don’t know how to spiritually challenge myself here with so many things being different.  I was thinking about going to daily mass more often like I did last year and although that would be a sacrifice I don’t think I would spiritually grow other than receiving the Eucharist because I can’t understand anything.  I also can’t really sacrifice anything food-related because it would be very rude to refuse something my Senora made me or to ask her to prepare meals differently when she already works full-time and makes me two home-cooked meals a day.  After visiting Avila I realized I didn’t know very much about St. Teresa and so I think I want to start doing some spiritual reading every day because I could easily bring a book anywhere and it would be something unique to do for my Lent here in Spain.  So yesterday I set off for the nearest Casa del Libro (which is like a Spanish chain of Barnes & Noble) but unfortunately their limited English section only had classics and best-sellers.  I also stopped by the Corte Ingles (the big department store chain all over Spain) but it also didn’t have anything I was looking for.  Although it may take a while I might have to buy a book online, ship it to my house, and then have my parents ship it to me.  In the meantime I guess I’ll just need to keep looking.  I also by chance found a website of an English-speaking parish (the biggest surprise was that a Spanish parish had a website, period!) and it looks to be within walking distance so maybe I can get involved somehow there.  I’m planning on going to their one Sunday mass this weekend.

As Marissa, Meg, and I have all discussed among each other, we are really all missing the Newman Center community as a source of strength in continuing to develop our faith lives.  I have to agree with Marissa when she said her prayer life just isn’t the same here.  Thanks to the Skype I’ve been able to continue my weekly rosary with Meg and Ingrid but obviously it’s not the same.  I really encourage everyone at the Newman Center to take advantage of all the great activities such as CDA, KoC, daily mass, community service, retreats, social events and all the other great programs that build community while challenging your faith.  Don’t take them for granted because they won’t always be there for you and the time to learn and try new things is now.  I know it’s definitely not the same here!

If you’re interested in seeing some of the pictures of the churches I’ve seen or reading about my trip in more detail, feel free to visit my personal blog at http://www.travelblog.org/Bloggers/Julie-Marie/.

Besos,

Julie

Brian Adkins memorial Mass will be this Saturday Feb. 28th at 3pm in St. Stephen Martyr Church.

I can officially say that I have been to Mass in 5 different languages (English included). This weekend I visited Zurich, where I fell in love with the historic cobblestone streets lined with chic boutiques. It’s a classy city with so much character. I found an old, large church called Augustine kirch (I think kirch = church? Conrad, help?) It was a little sad though – it was the only Sunday Mass and there had to be a mere 30 people there. I probably stuck out like a sore thumb in my bright maroon raincoat, floppy winter hat, and guidebook.

The Mass was in German and very different from other Masses I’ve been to here. I forgot to mention that last week I went to the youth Mass at 10:30 a.m. (an interesting time to have a youth Mass) in my village with my family. It was the closest to the English Masses I am used to. Anyway, this German Mass had only ONE reading in addition to the Gospel, and everyone went up to kneel in front of the altar to receive Communion. I was the very last person to receive (I hung back to watch what everyone else did) but I have to admit – there was a deeper reverence for the Eucharist at that point. The priest, when he distributed it to each person, looked them in the eye and really made them realize this is The Body of Christ. It was beautiful. But other than that, I didn’t feel a sense of community or faith in that church, sadly.

The organ was grandiose and appropriate for a church that size, but the congregation was too meek to sing along. I was expecting the Bishop to celebrate the Mass because the sign outside said something about a bishop, but maybe that means something else in German? I’m glad I went to Mass in Zurich, though – the group of students I was with was surprised that I woke up early on Sunday morning just for church. I don’t think any of them are Catholic (at least none are practicing) and they find it impressive that I make an effort to go to Mass every Sunday. That always boggles my mind – one of the simplest things asked of us by the Catholic Church (and by God) is that we attend Mass weekly. It’s so simple, yet people think it’s an impossible investment.

I do feel an unfortunate lack of spirituality in my life here. Religion is not part of daily activities (I haven’t found any daily Masses yet) and my Catholic family doesn’t even say grace at meals. It’s apparent from my experience so far that Catholicism is losing its prestige in Europe. That means we have to make it even stronger in America! C’mon guys, live it.

I just booked my flight to Rome for Easter!! I’m going with Matt and Julie – cannot wait to see the Vatican and celebrate my favorite holiday with them. I’ve been to the Vatican before but I think we’re going to look into some sweet VIP passes for Holy Week. We’ll keep you posted!

Bisous,

Marissa

We learned this week of the loss of Brian Adkins an alum of GW and active member of the Newman Center and the Knights of Columbus. His funeral will be back in Ohio. Afterwards we are planning to have a memorial service in the area sometime. We will give details as they come in.