My heart breaks with the news of Notre Dame Cathedral’s fire. It seems so unreal. Gives a hint of how fast things can change. It seems that “the worst has been avoided” there. It is bad enough as it is but in pics of the interior this morning things looked hopeful. Apparently most or all of the relics and portage art has been saved. Ah, breathe.
Kudos to the four hundred firefighters that got control of the situation. Again, it could have been a lot worse. But the ache is here and for real. It has the feel of September 11th to me. It is an interesting coincidence to have this occur during holy week. Ah, breathe.
I hate to be too cheery too soon but perhaps the rebuilding will be a platform for rhe world to work together on. A nice thought, one can only hope. I would love to go and work on something like that. Your work would have to dovetail with work centuries old. Maybe you would find hidden messages or graffiti from the past. A fun thought finally.
Well, I managed to fall asleep and have used up my time here. Just as well, I need to go and move around to feel better. Off I go.
Charred loves, Felipé.
From Magnificat:
Virgin Mary, at the heart of the Cité
We pray to you for this capital city.
You Intact, preserve the purity of its faith!
Virgin Mary, from the banks of the Seine,
We pray to you for the country of France.
O Mother, teach it to hope!
Virgin Mary, in this great Christian site,
We pray to you for all the earth’s people.
You, full of grace, may they be one in Love.
Prayer of Saint John Paul II
Notre Dame of Paris (1980)
Oh Diego, the thing is so sad. Thank you for this prayer. Felipé.
Dear Felipe,
The images from yesterday were devastating indeed… but the final image… with the shinning cross and the firefighters almost paying respect and in awe, were quite something… and indeed, very powerful this happened in Holy Week.
I listened to Fr. James Martin, in a video posted on the facebook… he made a point… “Where was God yesterday?” and that is such a valid question some of us ask everyday…
The other thing to observe has been all the “togetherness” that such event brought… look at this: you in Vashon Island, me in Banfield, today a work colleague from Russia who sent a message, all of us were touched and came to a point where we are together and not apart.
Yesterday too I listened to my hero YoYo Ma saying that “Culture builds bridges, no walls” and I loved that… and I thought later on and this morning when my work colleague from Russia sent the email… that is what culture and understanding and the Camino or whatever name you want to give to it, builds… Bridges… (or churches, where also people come together)…
Tight and close loves,
Cris
Cris ~ thanks. I am putting this up on the blog in a minute. Yes, that is what struck me also was the togethernessing that this brought about. Felipé.x