Saturday, June 19, 2010

Liturgy in the Mountains

We have made it into our first city: Troy, New York. We crossed the border from Vermont yesterday after a week of 30 mile days. We are getting out of the mountains and into the rolling hills of upstate New York, a welcome relief for our calves. Before leaving the Green Mountain state we made a trip to its highest point, Mount Equinox. At the base of the mountain there is a Catholic bookstore run by two beautiful women. They sent us up with their blessing and a warning to be easy on the breaks coming down.

Nick took the wheel during our ascent, masterfully guiding the Dodge minivan and seven passengers around hairpin turns and hills that seemed more appropriate for skiing than driving. We reached the lookout point on the side of the road and all tumbled out, anticipating the view that had been hidden behind rows of trees. When the foliage gave way to sky the view was astounding. The mountains were laid out before us, looking more like rumpled felt than tree covered earth.

The Padre Pio tote bag with our breveries was retrieved from the van, pages flipped to Friday Morning Prayer, week III, and the invititory rang out over the mountains and Carthusian monastery below us. We chanted the same liturgy as people all over the world, the same psalms that we have done in cities, homes, roadsides, and now a mountain top.

The closing prayer was said, we asked the Lord's blessing to be on us for the day, and began our descent. Along the road there are rest stops to pull over and let the vehicles cool off. Unfortunately we were a little too hard on the van coming down and arrived back at the bookstore with smoking breaks and the scent of burning rubber. I have been assured this is just the beginning of car troubles, and that the MOE vans are notorious for breaking, so we continue on our journey with the protection of our guardian angels.

Christ is with us wherever we go. We carry his Eucharistic presence within us every day, but he carries us through every step we take. It is he who directs our paths to all those we meet; it is he who gives us the strength to continue putting one foot in front of the other. And above all, it is he who gives us the love for the
work we do.

Auspice Maria,
Molly.

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Who we are?

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.