Tuesday, June 24, 2008

This post brought to you by codeine

It has been a long and event-filled week. We’ve just finished our romp through the rolling hills of Vermont. I, Scott, got to play official tour guide for the last leg of the trip. We passed within spitting distance of my hometown and, randomly, were able to meet up with my sister Nicole for lunch. We were also able to meet up with my brother and his wife in Troy, NY… but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.

One of the highlights of the week has been pure Vermont maple syrup. When we were with the Schoppe family in St Johnsbury, we were fed delicious stacks of pancakes slathered in maple goodness. And while attending daily mass in Rutland, a parishioner insisted on taking us home for French toast (with abundance of syrup). So God bless the Schoppes and the Browns!

The hospitality has been heartwarming. St Monica’s parish in Montpelier was phenomenal. At St John the Evangelist, in Northfield, some of us soothed our tired feet (and hips) in the icy mountain river as Fr Rooney entertained us with his witty humor.

At Christ the King in Rutland, we were hosted by Fr Mayo and we feasted on the leftovers of an anniversary dinner held that day at the church. It was at this point that Andi, having lost a competition with Meredith, was forced to eat eleven black olives coated in spicy mustard.

We visited the gift shop of a Carthusian monastery outside of Manchester, but did not get a chance to drive up the mountain to see the monastery itself. In this shop we had a great conversation with one of the clerks whose son had just taken vows with a Carmelite community in Wyoming.

As we entered New York, we were swept off our feet by the generosity of the parish of St George in Pittstown. Fr Clark and his flock hosted a barbeque in our honor and we enjoyed delicious homemade Italian pastries.

We spent the weekend in Troy, New York. On Friday night my brother Ashton and his wife Maureen hosted a delicious night of pizza and laughter. On Saturday we arrived at the Fazioli’s house. They. Were. Awesome. I discovered that Kirk Fazioli attended the same bible study as my brother and, in an odd twist of fate, is semi-related to my high school math teacher. And, as if that were not odd enough, Ashton and Maureen had randomly met Br Peter Martyr while visiting friends in Cincinnati. Small world, eh?

My weekend hit some turbulence on Saturday. I awoke at midnight with extreme tooth pain. Turns out my filling had “failed” and some bacteria had snuck through the defenses to create an abscess. To make a long story short, a wonderful dentist-friend of our host mom was willing to examine me for free and write me a script for some codeine and antibiotics. I stayed behind on Monday to see if any other dental operations could be completed, spur-o-the-moment and then rejoined the group at the Divine Mercy Shrine in Stockbridge, MA.

Today we walked through parts of Massachusetts as we head back toward Southern Vermont. Our goal is to hit Manchester New Hampshire by week’s end.

~ Scott

1 comment:

Dot said...

God Bless all of you! So many of us in South Dakota are praying for all of you. Andi I am so proud of you that I can't even begin to put it into words. Could someone out there please give Andi a great big HUG from her Youth Leader. I miss you!

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Every summer we, the Missionaries of the Eucharist, are walking from Lewiston, Maine to Washington, DC to proclaim the beauty of the Catholic faith to everyone we meet, specifically through the Theology of the Body.

Conversion begins in our own hearts,which is why prayer is so important to our ministry. For this reason, everyday of our ten week walk begins with daily Mass. By receiving Christ in the Eucharist, we are given the grace to be the Love of Christ not only to those in our community but also to those we meet in the streets.

We walk throughout the day to be a witness of love. We are grounded in prayer-we pray with our lips, our hearts, and our bodies. In walking an average of twenty-five miles per day, we offer our fatigue as a gift of love to Christ and the people we meet. Our walking is both sacrifice and prayer.