Be Not Afraid, Ephphatha two Metanoia

The Next Episode

2008-03-05T14:15:00.000-08:00

The photos that correspond to this post can be seen here

“In the City of L.A. we keep it rockin’, we keep it rockin’…its all good from Diego to the Bay, your city is the bomb if your city makin’ pay, pull up a finger if you feel the same way. Dre. Putting it down for Californ-I-A.” – California Love

Thursday night found me rippin’ down the road to L.A. I got into downtown around 11:15 p.m. or so and was burning through lights and intersections on my way to my sisters house when I came to a peculiar sight. It was a green light and nobody was moving (this is especially strange in L.A. because if you don’t go right when the light turns green, you will get an earful) and my brain didn’t process the reason why this would be, most likely because of sleep deprivation. As I approached the intersection I saw some flashing to my right in my extreme periphery and just then noticed a huge fire engine barreling down the road towards me. I slammed on my breaks and skidded to a stop 10 feet or so before the truck. Smoke from my tires enveloped my car; the fireman in the passenger seat gave me a grimace and my heart just about exploded out of my chest. I slowly reached down to my Ipod and turned the volume in the headphones down and could hear the siren and then realized why this practice was illegal…but it still hasn’t stopped me. I arrived at my sisters house in one piece (to some peoples chagrin, I know who you are so don’t play coy with me!) and arrived to a big hug, some shake n’ bake chicken, rice and wine.

Pitter-patter of little feet and the sound of a faint mama is what I awoke to at 7 a.m. My little niece Kaiya (who I haven’t seen since she was 4 months old and she is now 21 months old) was up and active along with my sister, Heidi, and her boyfriend Jeff. I was super exhausted so I didn’t get up and greet the little bundle of joy and the day but rather rolled over and continued to cook in my own juices (the heater in my room was cranked for some reason and with the door closed it felt like an oven). When I finally awoke around 11 I went downstairs and was frantically searching for something to drink as I was like a piece of beef jerky. All I could find was a baby-sized juicy juice. Jeff and I laughed about it later that day at lunch over some Thai food. The juicy juice is deceptively satisfying. At first you are so thirsty you just gulp it down and then when your thirst is almost quenched, it is gone; leaving one with a small juice box shaped hole in their dehydrated state. Jeff and I returned form our Thai lunch and hung out for a bit before he had to go pick Kaiya up from daycare. I finally laid eyes on Kaiya at around 6 in the evening. She had gotten so big from the little 4 month old I remember. She had personality, spunk, shyness, laughter, a little speech, could walk and worst of all, she was even more cute! I turned to putty immediately.

It was dinnertime for her and so she was placed in her high chair and enjoyed quite the banquet. She was so shy that every time I came over to see her she would hide her face in her armpit or with her little hands all the while trying to sneak a peek. So I went into the living room so she could eat in peace and watched some TV as I waited for my sister to return home from work. As I watched TV I noticed somebody peering from around the corner, still and quite so as not to draw my attention. That would have worked too if she wasn’t giggling while she was running over to do this little surveillance operation. I looked over at her, pointed and said, “I see you.” At which point she would run away giggling, stop down the hallway and turn around again and try to sneak another peek. This went on until my sister came home around 7. She was overjoyed to see mama (this whole thing still boggles my mind, it is my sister. Actually almost all of it boggles my mind…God is so good!) and was running up to see her and fell down and bumped her head on the tile floor. Those gorgeous big brown toddler eyes filled with tears as the bump reddened and swelled on her little noggin. Amazingly she only cried for a little bit while my sister and Jeff worked on the coordinated attack of ice pack on the head and Popsicle in the mouth…brilliant! The remainder of the night Kaiya would hang out with her huge stuffed octopus or run and jump on the couch where my sister and Jeff were sitting all the while keeping and eye on me and giggling.

Well as you can probably imagine love was in the air and this was especially true because it was Valentines Day. I remember back when I first laid eyes on Kaiya, held her in my arms and kissed that sweet little cheek how hard she took hold of my heart. This visit was no different except that she probably left a bigger presence in my heart then before. Well I spent most of the day just relaxing and watching TV (as Jason said, “What is the difference between you being there and at home since you are doing the same thing?” My answer, “more channels”). Jeff came home after picking up Kaiya with his mother (Auween [SP?]) and a full dozen of roses. My sister came home and was totally surprised which is always awesome to see. Both of the lovebirds went out for dinner and drinks while Jeff’s mom and I watched over Kaiya. I gave my mom a call to tell her I loved her and handed the phone to Kaiya and she said “gwama” and listened for a while as my mom told her how much she loved her. Then Kaiya said bye and closed my flip phone hanging up on my mom (I had a good laugh at that). My sister and Jeff returned and Kaiya was put to bed and Jeff’s mother went home so we decided to stay up and have some drinks. Well, Jeff made me this really strong and salty Vodka and Olive juice concoction and I had no problem falling asleep that night.

On Friday I decided to go do a little exploring in L.A. My first adventure was taking a super twisty and narrow Sunset Plaza Dr. up to Mulholland Drive. This scenic drive goes along the ridge of West Hollywood and is amazing. One has to be careful driving along this road because in many spots if you go off the road, you go really far off the road and lose a few hundred feet of elevation…if you get my drift and if you don’t then you are as the British say daft! I then got on I-405 (that’s right) and realized I had made a big mistake. Everybody talks about L.A. traffic, but I always thought that Seattle was comparable…not even close. It took me forever to get to Santa Monica Blvd and head into downtown Santa Monica. I headed south along the coast towards Venice Beach and found some parking near the canals. I always wondered why they called it Venice and now I know, it really does look like a little Venice, Italy. I strolled along muscle beach (had to turn down my people who wanted me to show them the proper technique for various lifts…sorry fellas, I don’t share my secrets.) and along the boardwalk (strange things were seen here) and finally ended up at the beach with my feet in the nice cool Pacific as the sun set. I returned to my car and made another big mistake of driving anywhere in L.A.; especially Venice Blvd. It took me an hour and a half to drive 9 miles to my sisters’ house from the beach! The remainder of the night was filled with peek a boo behind the huge turquoise octopus and a lengthy chat about life over some wine with my sister.

Saturday arrived with me finally figuring out how to get a comfortable temperature in my rooms so as not to turn into a prune. Kaiya was in good spirits as she ran around the upstairs and called out uncle, uncle, uncle. I got up and said good morning to the little munchkin and headed downstairs to grab some breakfast. As I descended the stairs she poked her little head through the guardrail and with her arms outstretched called out uncle again. I said, I am here QT and I see you. She would then run around upstairs and come back to the same spot and do the same thing as I tried to go downstairs to get some breakfast. She and I were having so much fun with this game that it took me 10 minutes to get downstairs. Saturday as many of you know is a day of running errands, and this is no different when good ole’ babysitter uncle Brett comes to town. I have noticed it is always in how you frame the question. For instance, this is the way they posed it to me, “Hey, would you like to watch Kaiya while we go run some quick errands? It will be really fun and you can walk her in her stroller to a park, and enjoy the sun and have a great time!” “Sure” I said, “What an awesome opportunity, I would love to hang out with her!” Reality. “Hey, we are going to be gone for 3 hours and we would like to get stuff done without having to deal with Kaiya and you are naïve, expendable and did we mention that she has separation anxiety?”

Some of the worst moments in my life soon followed as Kaiya and I waved bye bye to Mom and Dad. After coming back in the house and closing the door she immediately started asking for mama. I told her that mama was bye bye and would be back soon. As I noticed she became a little more agitated and unsettled by my answer nothing could prepare me for what happened next. She turned into Mt. Vesuvius and I was a unprepared Roman in Pompeii. She started to cry so hard that she drooled on her shirt (I thought I was the only one who really did this!) and wasn’t consoled by anything I could say. I basically turned into frozen victim of this eruption of emotion, which blanketed me and left me unable to move (this is actually serious, I was so scared!). I finally got up the nerve to ask her if she wanted a juicy juice and she stopped crying and nodded her head. Thank God! I got her some juice and she started to calm right down. I asked her if she wanted to go for a ride outside and she nodded again and so I put her in the stroller with her little hat, another juice, some cereal and a blanket and we headed out. I took her down by the Miracle Mile, over to the beginning of Beverly Hills and then around my sisters’ neighborhood. She was asleep 10 minutes into the walk with her little juice container in hand.

After walking many miles in the midday sun, I took her back to the house and just let her sleep in the stroller. She woke up a few times but I as quiet and let her go back to sleep. She then woke up and she wanted to go for another walk, I think because she missed out on all the cool stuff to see because she was sleeping. We went for another walk around the neighborhood and she was having fun pointing out things for me to tell her what they were. Tee, tee…oh yes Kaiya, a tree. That is a house. That is a car. I picked a flower and let her smell it (it really smelled good) and she smelled it and scrunched her nose up and got a big smile on her face. We had so much fun walking around naming things off, her eating her cereal and me getting tired out by all this walking I was doing (I am such a pansy!). We returned to the house and were greeted by my sister and Jeff and she was very happy to see both of them…as was I! We had to get ready though, because we were invited to a friend of Kaiyas birthday party. She had so much fun, playing with the other kids, being possessive over the toys she was playing with and going down the slide. On one slide, she really flew down and caught air and bumped her head, but she was fine (as Jeff, Heidi and I looked around to see if anybody had seen it so that they wouldn’t judge us as bad caretakers). She had fun pretending to drive the little cars around and even got her face painted. It was then that I realized that this kid has only 2 speeds: still and full speed; I will let you guess which one she uses most of the time. After this we turned in early because we had to be up early in the morning to go over to Jeff’s sisters house for her birthday.

I awoke early in the morning to head over to the Maronite Catholic Church just a few blocks away from my sisters’ house. This place is amazing, with a unique liturgy and amazing love for God. I even saw an interesting show on this very church and the Maronites themselves on EWTN while I was at my sisters. If you ever find yourself down in L.A., I highly recommend checking it out! After a great Mass (well, what Mass isn’t great?) I went back to my room and did the morning Liturgy of the Hours. The whole time I was praying, Kaiya was running around upstairs calling out uncle and trying to find me. I stayed quiet just so I could finish my prayer and then she found me. We played peek a boo until I finished my prayer and then she had to have her teeth brushed. We got in the car to head over to Jeffs sisters house and picked up his mom on the way. The whole time I got to hang out with Kaiya in the back seat. She and I would play games, I would try to give her some kisses and she would offer me “feeshies” (Goldfish crackers, her favorite! Just a side note, she is so generous, it was always one for her, and one for everybody else, are all toddlers this way?). We arrived at the house and they had a full spread of authentic Thai food (Jeff and his family are Thai). I am talking about huge shrimps with spicy dipping sauce, crazy fish, squid, egg rolls and many other treats. I really enjoyed all of the food and was amazed at how much Kaiya packed away (this kid can really eat!). I talked with Joyce and her husband Derrick (who is a criminal lawyer, very interesting talk and good food for thought) and hung out with the Jeffs side of the family. Then Derricks family came over (they are African American) and brought steak and fried chicken and all the goodies. Needless to say we ate well that night.

On our way back home, Kaiya kept calling out my name (which if you haven’t guessed yet, isn’t Brett, it is Uncle…I think she isn’t good at the R’s yet) and I would respond. We dropped Kaiya off at grandmas house and I said goodbye to her. She came up to me with her little hands outstretched (which means pick me up) and so I picked her up and she gave me 2 kisses on the cheek. It was really tough to leave her there and especially tough to say goodbye. As I finished evening prayer in my bed and thought about this time I got to share in this family, I was very thankful that God had allowed me to come down and share my life with them. It was a truly enriching experience that I will cherish for many years to come. Waking up at 4 a.m. and being on the road headed home at 5 a.m. on Monday won’t be something I will cherish though.

The final installment called simply “24” (after the TV show) will follow shortly so be patient, which if you have read to this point I am sure you don’t have a problem with. Thanks for reading and I want everybody and I mean everybody who reads this note (I don’t care who you are or how much you read or anything) to write a comment. I just want to know who my readership is. Just say something, and don’t be scared, I don’t bite…hard!

Random Factoid: Ask Kaiya what sound a Kitty makes and the answer is “Me-Mow”

Listening to: “California Love” by 2Pac feat. Dr. Dre & “Then Next Episode” by Dr. Dre. Feat. Snoop Dogg.

God Bless,
-Brett

Happy St. Valentines Day! I love the ladies in my life!

West Coast Road Trip "Left My Heart In San Francisco" Edition

2008-03-05T14:12:00.000-08:00

I stared at my dark ceiling Sunday night, hoping to get at least some sleep before the drive down to San Francisco …it didn’t happen. I got out of bed at 3:00 a.m. Sunday morning and had a big breakfast and started the long trek. I must say I love driving at odd hours of the day; it is such a different feel on the road, through the cities and in the middle of nowhere. As I arrived in Portland the sun began to arise and the blue sky came to life as the silhouette of the city laid ahead of me. Then the most horrible thing happened! I was forced to go 50 mph from the border down past Salem. It is like they just make you drive slow so that you have to spend extra time in their crappy state and that that might convince you to buy something else then just gas…nice try Oregon DOT. Needless to say I was not happy, but then I pulled up to a gas station and got out to fill my car up. To my surprise there was this old grizzly man there asking for my credit card to which I (with a puzzled look) said I am just getting some gas. “Actually” grizzlemaster said. “It is Oregon State Law for me to pump your gas.” I thought to myself as he filled my car that this is the weirdest state ever and if I could escape it faster than 50 mph then I would gladly take the opportunity. He almost helped me with that wish as he lit up a cigarette as I was leaving. My little sinister mind had a great thought of me looking in my rearview mirror and seeing this huge explosion and ball of fire and this nappy superstache land on my windshield…I know I am twisted, but it was funny. The southern part of Oregon was gorgeous and was a very nice drive into NorCal.

Racing up the Siskiyous’s I entered California and there was much rejoicing! I was awestruck at the beauty of the surrounding mountains, the valley below and Mt. Shasta jutting out of the ground and reaching skyward in the midday sun. California was an entirely new beast with speed limit posted as 70, but everybody else going 80+, my kind of state. I zipped past Redding and called my buddy Steve (who lived in NorCal) to see if he was around. Funny enough he and his fiancé were there and it was the last night before she was supposed to head back to Detroit, followed by him a few days later. It is especially funny because I missed them both b/c I went to Chicago for a wedding and was hoping to catch them on their way out and my way in, but it didn’t work and I am going to be a groomsman in their wedding. So I was pretty stocked and so we met up in Vacaville at a Chicago Style pizza joint (it didn’t hold a candle to the real thing). She was really cool and it was good to see him before he took off. I then headed down to San Francisco to catch up with Colin at St. Patrick’s Seminary in Menlo Park (30 miles south of SF). I took the 80 over the bay bridge ($4, what a rip) and upon exiting the tollbooth was thoroughly confused. There were like 20 lanes and my lane was ending, so I changed lanes and then that lane ended until the 20 lanes were whittled down to 4 going across the bridge…crazy driving! I arrived at the Seminary at around 12 p.m. or so and caught up with Colin who gave me a quick tour of the Seminary. I asked him if I could sleep on the floor in his room and he said I couldn’t. So I asked him if I could keep my snowboard in his room and he said sure. I then said, wait a minute, my snowboard can stay in your room but your best buddy can’t? What is that? So I slept in my car.

I awoke to Colin knocking on my window telling me it was time for morning Mass. We went to Mass at 8 a.m. with all of the seminarians and it was awesome. This seminary is amazing and the chapel is like something out of Europe, super ornate and just gorgeous. We then had breakfast with all the seminarians and staff, which was great,...such good food! Colin and I took a quick trip to Stanford in Menlo Park and then into S.F. for the remainder of the day. We had a great time checking out SFU, St. Ignatius Church next to it, the convent next to that and the Coit Tower to see the city. Colin had to meet with some people from Opus Dei and so I joined him. Well needless to say they got my contact information and I will probably be having coffee with Mark when he comes up in March. The remainder of the night we hung out in Menlo Park and chilled. The next day Colin again woke me up in my car (I am really glad I brought that sleeping bag and pillow) and we went to morning Mass again only this time something was quite different. This Mass was almost entirely silent, no talking at all. Why you ask is this, well it is because it was done almost in its entirety in American Sign Language. This was almost the most amazing Mass I have ever been to. Not only was the priest solid, but we also learned sign to parts of the Mass. It was very contemplative, unique and exciting because all of your focus could be on the sacrifice. After breakfast, Colin went to some classes and I went to S.F. to check out more sights before I began my trip to L.A.

Well I was pressed for time so I went along the bay to Fort Point (an old civil war fort under the Golden Gate Bridge). I then hiked up to the GGB and walked halfway across it, which was really cool. I saw huge ships cruise under the bridge, dolphins in the bay below and felt the wind blow the fog in all while listening to “I Left My Heart in San Francisco” by Tony Bennet. I then headed down to Fisherman’s Warf, saw Ghirardelli Chocolate Company and rode the cable car up Hyde St. I then hopped in my car at about 4 p.m. or so and headed down the 101 South, big mistake. My parting knowledge for this first part of the super note is to never take the 101 South, take the 280 (I think). Anyways I arrived at my sister’s house in L.A. at 11:30 p.m. Stay tuned for WCRT Part 2, “The Next Episode” and for pictures to come later after the 2nd note.

Random Fact about my Heritage: I have a lot of family from my Grandma (on my Moms side) around the SF area, but I just didn’t have time to check in with Aunt Bev. If you ever get Facebook Aunt Bev, I am really sorry but next time. Also, my Grandpa Fred (who fought in WW2 in the Pacific Theatre) met my Grandma Patricia at a USO sponsored dance in S.F. He was with one of his buddies before he shipped out and he told his buddy, you can dance with the blond, I want to meet the brunette (my Grandma). They really hit it off and stayed in contact throughout the war. When my Grandpa came back he asked her to marry him and she accepted and they moved up to Washington. This is a super short version of the much better version that my Grandpa used to always tell me when he was alive and I would go over to hang out with him. This was what was going through my mind as I gazed upon the city from the Coit Tower and rode the cable car. This is why I truly did leave my heart in San Francisco.

Ephe-what, Ephesus

2008-03-05T14:04:00.000-08:00

The photos that correspond to this post can be seen here for album 1 and here for album 2.

Hello my captive audience,

Flying down the road at 180 kph (90 mph) on our way to Salcuk (pronounced saljook) Mustafa (my pickup at the airport from Istanbul and well versed in English and American music) and i rocked out to some J.LO. Apparently in Turkey, you don't need to pick a lane on the road, you can take 2 or one or just drift around at breakneck speeds (I love foreign countries that don't have a ton of cops to ruin the dangerous fun!). We get to my hotel and i just chill out for a bit and hit the sack (this travel stuff sounds like a good idea when at home, but it is a lot of work to carry that pack, eat exotic food, drink crazy good beers, and not know when you will get the chance to shower again, my fave!). The next day i had some free time, so i walked around and familiarized myself with the area and grabbed a bite to eat. After that i headed just a little out of town to the ruins of the Basilica of St. John. It was built in the 6th century over the supposed grave of St. John the Apostle. This place was huge and it had Christian iconography all over the smashed pillars. I saw the old Baptistery, Treasury and of coarse spent quite a bit of time at the tomb. I got some good prayer in and blessed my scapular and cross necklace i got for Confirmation. It was so amazing being so close to St. John, the one whom Jesus loved and gave his mother to. He is also my favorite evangelist and so this was very momentous in my life!

As i was coming out of the Basilica, a dude came up to me and showed me some ancient coins and told me that he would sell them to me for a good deal. They looked real and for like 3 bucks i picked up 2, one of Constantine and another of Hercules. That night they had a huge festival in the city with fireworks and everything for something, so i just chilled in my room and did some trip planning and catching up on some sleep.

The next day was the big day. Ephesus, Temple of Artemis and Mary the Mother of Gods House.

The temple of Artemis was ok. It was basically one pillar still standing and it had a birds nest on the top. It was one of the 7 wonders of the world and the biggest building in the world at the time. I think she was the Greek Goddess of fertility b/c she had a necklace of bull testicles around her neck and fruit all over here. This was the second Ephesus, the first being where the Basilica of St. John is now.

The next stop was the third Ephesus. I hit this up on the first day of Ramadan (our tour guide was fasting so it was hard to hear her at times). This place had an amazing wealth of History. They had running water, toilets, the 3rd largest library and the only surving ancient library, 250,000 inhabitants and the 2nd largest amphitheatre in the ancient world. There was also Christian graffiti all over the place with IXOYE "Christ Is Lord and Saviour. It was the code the Early Christians used to talk to each other. There is just too much to talk about this place. It has the Goddess Nike ( goddess of victory) and the swoosh too! Check out Wiki for more info, i need to talk about Mary's House.

Nestled up in the hills overlooking Ephesus is this little house, meek and humble where Mary spent her last days on earth. It was so powerful! I did some prayer with Russians i think, touched my rosaries to the feet of the statue, saw the rosary that pope Benedict had placed there in 2006 and even got some water from a natural spring. There is a lot of reasons they think that this is Marys house but the main one is the fact that when Christ was dying on the cross he gave Mary to John and John died in Ephesus (cf, i saw his grave). I can't say enough and i prayed for all of you there!

Time is short so this last bit is not exhaustive. We then went to a pottery place (a gimmick on the tour, they all have them) but it was very cool, and the detail and skill is unparalleled. That night i got packed, woke up at 6:30 a.m. the next day and caught the ferry from Kusadasi to Samos Greece. I hoped another ferry from there to Paros, spend the night there and am now on my first day of the island of Santorini. Crazy Crazy Crazy! THANK GOD I MADE IT!

Prayers and peace,
Brett

Full On Istanbul

2008-03-05T14:00:00.000-08:00

The photos that correspond to this post can be found here for album 1 and here for album 2.

I live to write again!

I was very worried about Istanbul, actually Turkey in general. Was it safe? I am a devout Catholic Christian & my scapular was always hanging out around my neck. It was too late anyways, i was on the plane, not understanding a thing and freaking out! In 4 hours i would be in Turkey! I arrived, got my visa and hopped on the Metro. The time was 10 p.m. Sitting on the metro, all 6'4" white guy with huge bag that i was i tried to relax, but to no avail. Everybody (like 10 Turks) were just looking at me. I was trying to figure out if i was just a novelty to them or an annoyance. When i looked their way, they quickly shifted their eyes away and when i look away, back they came. Especially freaky was these 3 youths on the metro right across from me, they just stared at me and grasped at an imaginary object around their neck ( my scapular) and pointed at me. I thought about making the sign of the cross, but prudence and self preservation took precedence (i had grown attached to my head after these 25 years...but of coarse in retrospect i am being overly melodramatic, the Turks are a warm people). I saw anther backpacker and quickly went over to him as the metro came to the end of the line and my transfer and made friends. 2 Germans, sweet! We tried to transfer to the tram, but the last one ran at 10:30...just missed it. So now we have to walk on the dark streets to my hostel (they hadn't booked one) which was who knows how far away. As we were walking we saw a tram roll by us and were just floored, that is the tram we needed..."all well" I though, "this wont be the last time i get owned in Turkey." So we manage to find my hostel after a 20 min walk, not too bad and i got to check in and Adem (this awesome young Turk dude) says he doesn't have a reservation for me and the hostel is full. Well i crapped my pants a little, regrouped and thought about the prospect of sleeping on the streets again (it would be a little warmer and a crapload scarier then Galway, but whatevs). As we were walking away to find another prospective place he called out to me and said he had found the reservation, it was written in the book b/c i had made it only 10 hrs before. I just went to sleep, what a day!

Well i was awoken to the Muslim call to prayer at about 10 or so (it lasts about 5 min and is broadcast out over loudspeaker at every mosque). and headed up for my complimentary breakfast. As i grabbed my unusual breakfast i noticed perfect American English...music to my Turkish laden ears! The young man was C.J. from Jersey! As i ate my breakfast (a strange continental one indeed with a hard boilded egg, 4 black shriveled and salty olives with pits, cucumber and tomato slices and french bread with the Turkish equivalent of Nutella) i gazed upon the Bosphorus straight and Asia. I think now i will explain (using wikipedia b/c i a don't want to type it all out) why i chose Istanbul.

"In its long history, Istanbul served as the capital city of the Roman Empir (330-395), the Byzantine Empire (395-1204 and 1261-1453), the Latin Empir (1204-1261), and the Ottoman Empir (1453-1922). Byzantium is the first known name of the city. When Roman emperor Constantine (Constantine the Great) made the city the new eastern capital of the Roman Empir on May 11, 330, he conferred on it the name Nova Roma ("New Rome"). Constantinopl ("City of Constantine") was the name by which the city became soon more widely known instead of Nova Roma, in honour of Constantine I.

The location of Byzantium attracted Constantine I in 324 after a prophetic dream was said to have identified the location of the city; but the true reason behind this prophecy was probably Constantine's final victory over Licinius at the Battle of Chrysopoli ( Üsküda) on the Bosphorus, on September 18, 324, which ended the civil war between the Roman Co-Emperors, and brought an end to the final vestiges of the Tetrarchy system, during which Nicomedia (present-day İzmit, 100 km east of Istanbul) was the most senior Roman capital city.[8] Byzantium (now renamed as Nova Roma which eventually became Constantinopolis, i.e. "The City of Constantine") was officially proclaimed the new capital of the Roman Empire six years later, in 330. Following the death of Theodosius Iin 395 and the permanent partition of the Roman Empire between his two sons, Constantinople became the capital of the Eastern Roman (Byzantine) Empire. As well as being the centre of an imperial dynasty, the unique position of Constantinople at the centre of two continents made the city a magnet for international commerc, culture and diplomacy. The Byzantine Empire was distinctly Greek in culture and became the centre of Greek Orthodox Christianity, while its capital was adorned with many magnificent churches, including the Hagia Sophi, once the world's largest cathedral. The seat of the Patriarch of Constantinople , spiritual leader of the Eastern Orthodox Church, still remains in the Fener (Phanar) district of Istanbul.

In 1204, the Fourth Crusade was launched to capture Jerusalem, but had instead turned on Constantinople, which was sacked and desecrated. [9] The city subsequently became the centre of the Catholic Latin Empire , created by the crusaders to replace the Orthodox Byzantine Empire, which was divided into a number of splinter states, of which the Empire of Nicaea was to recapture Constantinople in 1261 under the command of Michael VIII Palaeologus.

Following centuries of decline, Constantinople became surrounded by more youthful and powerful empires, most notably that of the Ottoman Turks . On May 29, 1456, Sultan Mehmed II "the Conqueror" entered Constantinople after a 53–day siege and the city was promptly made the new capital of the Ottoman Empire. In the last decades of the Byzantine Empire, the city had decayed as the Byzantine state became increasingly isolated and financially bankrupt, its population had dwindled to some thirty or forty thousand people whilst large sections remained uninhabited. [10] Thus, Sultan Mehmed's first duty was to rejuvenate the city economically, creating the Grand Bazaar and inviting the fleeing Orthodox and Catholic inhabitants to return back. Captured prisoners were freed to settle in the city whilst provincial governors in Rumelia and Anatolia were ordered to send four thousand families to settle in the city, whether Muslim, Christian or Jew, to form a unique cosmopolitan society. [10] The Sultan also endowed the city with various architectural monuments, including the Topkapı Palace and the Eyüp Sultan Mosqu. Religious foundations were established to fund the construction of grand imperial mosques (such as the Fatih Mosque which was built on the spot where the Church of the Holy Apostles once stood), adjoined by their associated schools, hospitals and public baths."

It is the History, both empire and religious. Looking over the Bosporus i understood why so many people had fought for this, the enchantment of the place, beauty and serenity. Walking down the streets, viewing the ancient buildings and their varying architecture according to the culture of the builder, smelling the sweet air, feeling the hot sun and watching the city flow through the blood of the Turks was exhilarating! Istanbul is where East meets West in an amazingly creative way that is just to deep to really describe.

So, Day 1

I was staying in Sultanahmet which is in the center of it all. I first went to the Blue Mosque and it was amazing. This is the first time i had ever been inside a mosque and it was huge. The ceiling was ornate and the carpet soft. Out of huge support pillars were water spickets to wash your hands and face. Huge chandeliers hung down and illuminated the inside. Pictures will do more justice to this than i can. I then headed over to the Hippodrome, which contains the Obelisk of Theodosius which was erected in 390 a.d., the Serpent Column in 4th cent. a.d.and the Column of Constantine in 10th Cent a.d. This was all in front of the Blue Mosque contained in a vast park with a huge fountain, vender's selling cooked corn on the cob and water. Wanting to do some bartering, i headed over to the Brand Bazaar. They are not joking about the Grand part. This place is a consumerists dream with anything one could want. Leather, jewelery, hookahs, pipes, rugs and the list goes on! I did a little shopping and haggled some good prices (a tip, always offer half of what they ask, they will grimace and wave their hands, but if you go to put it back, they will deal!). I took a load off on a chair by a shop and saw a guy walking around with some apple tea (very big in Istanbul...but more like tourist tea) and told him i wanted one. With 2 lumps of sugar i waited for it to cool and it was delicious! I asked him where he wanted the cup and he said on the ground by where i was drinking it and he would come back and get it later...crazy!
When i travel walking is my mode. I don't usually take mass transit unless i have to. There is just something about walking the streets, meeting the people, hearing the noises, smelling the smells and eating the local cuisine. On my way north i noticed a huge old aqua duct. I saw some people on it and so i found the entrance. I did have to climb on a ledge through a restaurant and through a gate that looked formidable and was not supposed to be open, but i just needed to get the view. What a view too, it was worth it. I could see all of Sultanahmet and the Golden Horn. Coming out was a little more tricky then getting in. Those cats who had passed me on the way in, locked that huge barb wired gate behind me and so i had to shimmy over it and get out...which of coarse i did like a cat! I hit up the University of Istanbul and it was huge, not much to tell there but was really nice and on my way North. I also went to the Fatith Mosque (Faith) which was very cool. But my main reason for going North was the Orthodox Patriarch. As i wandered around aimlessly trying to find it i got further and further from the main drag and people looked more and more Muslim (Turkey is very westernized, but in the backstreets here, women wear the black robes with only their eyes showing). Well, i didn't find the Patriarch, but i did have a huge meal on my way back for only 6 bucks!. They eat really organically in Turkey, a lot of rice, meat, and tons of veggies.

Well i dropped my stuff off at the hostel and after walking for the whole day i decided to go to the Turkish Bath and get a wash and massage. It was crazy, i was wearing only a towel and this huge hairy Turkish dude worked out every kink in my body. I never knew i had so many vertebrae in my back to crack. He then washed me and gave me a good scalp scrub and i rinsed off. He took a towel and put it on my head like a turbin and i changed into my clothes. After feeling like 100% better and more relaxed i headed over to the bar Cheers where C.J. worked and got a Raki (pronounced Rocky). This stuff is potent, so potent in fact that you have to mix it with half water and it turns a milky color. It smells and tastes like black licorice and is like honey on the tongue. I also had an Efes (made in Ephesus) beer and that was really good too. We BSed about tons of stuff and on my way back to the hostel another dude from Jersey came stumbling up to me and said, "Come with me, i will buy you a beer." Well faster then you could say free beer i was having one with him and some of his friends. I talked with a devout Muslim from the North of Africa and we had a very interesting conversation. We just both were happy that we believed in God and we left it at that.

Day 2

Well as your eyes are probably bleeding right now, take comfort in the fact that my fingers are too, but i must finish this before i head out to Paros (Greece). Everything is the same except i went to the Aya Sofya (Chruch of Divine Wisdom). This Church was built in 537 a.d. and was the biggest building in the world. It was converted into a Mosque by the Ottomans in 1453 but now is a museum. One can see the mosaics of Christ, Mary and other Saints in tandem with the Muslim art. It is very strange in deed, maybe they should make it a Unitarian church? (Bad joke, sorry if you are Unitarian). I also went to the basilica cistern. This underground water world is supported by 336 columns, 2 of which have huge marble carved upside down heads of Medusa. The lighting is very eerie with reds and greens and fish streaming by the walkways. After the cool cistern, i finished up some shopping at the Bazaar and picked up some Raki for the road and headed to the airport for i was off to Ephesus.

I will write soon about Ephesus so stay tuned. Thanks everybody who has responded, it is good to hear that you are enjoying these and that things are going good in your lives too!

Love and Prayers,
Brett

The Craic Was Mighty

2008-03-05T13:55:00.000-08:00

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Hey My Chillins,

Chris and I had a blast in Ireland, it was an amazing place! We spend a few days in Dublin and i can't say how much i love the Irish. Our Hostel (The Brewery Hostel) was so much fun and the people were so chill, i felt like a was at Western. So where did i leave off...?

So after a solid nights sleep (thank God for sleep!) we headed out to explore Dublin. We went to this old Church just down the street called St. Audoeons, an old church that i can't find any info on right now, but it was before 1000 a.d...i think. We then saw a cool little sticker on a power transformer, here is its description and tell me what you think it is (or movie it is from). It was a lamp with a heart in the middle of it and the letter I above the heart (insert Jeopardy music now). We then took the light rail down to the Busarus (Bus Station) and saw this awesome uber Catholic bookstore (Colin would be in heaven!) and continued on to Connolly Square. This place was hoppin' (actually not very much in comparison to the later on in Ireland). They have the Millennium Spire and some really cool shops to check out. We walked down the square over the River Liffey and to Trinity College.

Trinity College is an amazing campus filled with great architecture and history. It was originally a Protestant Seminary, but now is a full collge and Catholics make up 90% of the student body (big surprise in Ireland i am sure). We headed down the street to Temple Bar (a large cultural area lined with old brick buildings and tons of bars) and marveled at all the amazing places to get a good cold brew. I still had not had a Guiness yet. We checked out this castle area and just chilled for a little as a young man played the spanish guitar...he was really good! We meandered over to St. Patrick's Cathedral and caught the Choral Evening Prayer which was fantastic. Ireland has had some amazing Authors, like Jonathan Swift, Oscar Wilde, George Bernard Shaw and Bram Stoker, i will have to get my read on when i get back home. On our way back to our hostel, we saw Christchurch Cathedral and i took a picture of it. I still hadn't had a Guinness yet.

We had a BBQ that night at the Hostel and just chilled with a bunch of people. There were Spaniards, Aussies, English, Irish, French, American, Swedish (yeah Mark Sherman! Another one besides you!) 12 of us in all for an evening pub crawl. We went down to Temple Bar and Chris and I were wondering if there really was a real Bar called Temple Bar. We soon found it and it was hoppin'. I have never seen so many people in a bar, as loud a music or as much Guinness flowing! I had the local brew (no not a Guinness, a Temple Brau) and had a blast!

The next day we set out for Galway, a 4 hour bus ride to the other side of the Island. We were feeling a little adventurous that day and since the Craic was still Mighty, we didn't book a hostel. After dropping our bags off at the overnight luggage hold we walked around and saw the ocean (Atlantic) and both had a "Brilliant" (think Guinness commercial...and no i still hadn't had one so stop asking me already! Are you trying to build the suspense or what?!) idea...lets go swimming. One problem, our swimsuits and towels and all that stuff was locked up for the night. Well once the Craic is Mighty (look it up now if you haven't already, i am going to be using it quite a bit) one doesn't just put a damper on it because of a little technicality of not having swim wear. So we walked on the wrong side of the street and ended up going to a place where we couldn't swim, but along the way back we saw what appears to be (insert anthropologists voice here) an ancient Galway sport...put the shopping cart in the canal. There were like 10 of them along the route, it was really odd (and i have been described as an odd person, so you know how much it takes to make something odd to and oddball like me...odd). We headed over to the Catholic Cathedral of Our Lady Assumed into Heaven and St Nicholas and i finally heard mas in English (Irish English i mean). We walked for like 2 or 3 miles and finally got to Salthill beach. We went down and stripped down into our drawls in broad daylight and went for a swim (very refreshing, look for the video post when i get back). Uh oh, time for a paragraph break...sorry.

So we walked around for the remaining hours of sunlight and went to the nightlife drag. This place was even more crazy b/c Galway is a college town. There was a dude there from Switzerland wearing a shiny red outfit, with a big pot-belly and angel wings (his bachelor party). We had a beer. No not a Guinness yet. So you remember in my rambling incoherent writings above to which i am going to get awarded not points and my God have mercy on my soul; when i said we didn't book a hostel. We thought to ourselves...selves, this is Ireland, the bars will be open until like 5 a.m. and we can just hang out there, milk our beers and catch some breakfast and the 11 a.m. bus back to Dublin. Nope. Bars close at 2. So we headed back over to the church and found a little nook and tried to sleep. 45 min. later we were freezing and hungry and really just big pansies. It is really hard to be homeless, i truly have a more profound respect for the struggles they face in their lives on a day to day basis. So we walked up and down the main drag like forever and we were passing this Hotel called Mayerek and i said, "Chris, lets try to get in." So we knocked on the front door at 5 a.m. and i told the the two gentlemen that answered the door that we were weary travelers from the US that had not booked a hostel for the night. Thank goodness for the pity of the Irish on us b/c they let us come in out of the cold and sit in front of their gas fireplace. This hotel was very upper class and since Chris and i were looking our dirty selves, i was surprised they let us in. They came over to us and asked us if we would like some coffee to which we humbly accepted and in a few minutes we had some hot and delicious coffee. A few minutes later they asked us if we wanted to have some nice warm out of the oven croissants and after a long debate (1 or 2 seconds in our heads) we had our croissants on their way with their buttery goodness. We stayed there a few hours and then caught our bus back to Dublin.

We were really wiped out after no sleep (again) and so we were hoping to catch a few z's on the bus. We were getting on the bus and i noticed a little holy card by the bus driver. I said, "Hey, nice ( i briefly forgot what it was, but recovered in time not to look like to big a dork) Divine Mercy Holy Card. To which the Bus driver responded, "I am glad you didn't call it a Sacred Heart Holy Card (As If! Haha, it was totally not the Sacre Cure...it is fun to have such an amazing and crazy theme park in my head...it makes the loneliness go away...awkward silence, blank stare). So we proceeded to our seats and settled in for the 4 hr. bus ride. Now on the previous trip, i had somebody sit next to me for 3 hrs of the trip, whilst Chris was all alone in his sprawled out bliss in his own seat. I will reveal a little bus trip for y'all now, pretend or actually be asleep, and you too can enjoy two seat comfort for long hauls. This time though, i was really asleep and don't remember much of the bus ride. Only one part really woke me up. Apparently there were these two kids (bro and sis) who were arguing and yelling at each other. Well the bus driver wasn't going to have any of that so he stopped the bus (oh evening prayer at the Mosques is starting, it is 7:35 p.m. on a Monday here and i can hear the call to prayer in my Hostel...Istanbul will come later so be patient which if you have read this far, i am sure you are) on the side of the road, got up (and so did i at this point) and said, "We will not be having any of that on the bus, people are trying to relax on the journey so be quiet please!" as he moved his finger back in forth (the Irish are tough!). We got to Heuston Terminal and got off the bus and Harry (our bus driver) got off after us and came up to us and asked me if i was Catholic to which i responded "Hardcore" (I need a shirt that says that for future trips...maybe not here in Istanbul though). He handed us a few Miraculous Medals on rope and said today is Our Ladies birthday, have these and God Bless. I love the Irish and Ireland!

Ok, take 5, you have been reading for a while. Smoke em' if you got em'

We had a few hours of daylight left so we decided to go do the Guinness Factory tour at St. James Gate. All i can say is amazing. Amazing process, amazing beer. We made our way to to The Gravity Café Bar and that is where it happened. Overlooking the great city of Dublin, i sank my lips into my first real Guinness. As my lips departed the glass with my mouth full of Guinness, it gave me a little kiss on my upper lip with its foamy goodness and i was ready to be assumed into heaven. My feet began to depart the Earth but i told the Lord that i still had much to do here on Earth so he let me stay a little while longer. Well with all good things, it had to come to an end and then start back up again later that night with a few more Guinness's down at the Oliver St. John Gogarty pub in Temple Bar. This place was packed and had great music and people from all over the world...including Pennsylvania. If you are into debauchery, life doesn't get any better than any night down in Temple Bar. We refrained from most of the debauchery, but did have a few beers (to which my cousin is partial to the Ciders and i can see why...mmmm good!). We didn't get much sleep that night (is this a vacation i am on?) so the pattern continues and we awoke to overcast skies (the weather had been clear and great every day). I felt at home. After a final farewell to our hostel hosts, we went to the airport and Chris and I parted ways; I going to Istanbul, Turkey and he is in Paris, France...I hope. So this is Ireland, it was amazing, super Craic and i would go back in a heartbeat. If you have are asleep b/c of this right now, good get a full nights rest for me. If not take two more reads and call me in 18 days (do not operate heavy machinery or drive for at least 8 hours of reading this.).

Fun Fact:
I was in Ireland for 64 hours and 49 minutes without having a Guinness, talk about willpower!

God Bless,
Brett

(James Bond Credits style)
Brett- played by Brett
Chis- played by Chris
Harry- played by Harry

Brett will return in "Full On" a journey through Istanbul (Kiwi & Aussie Style) in a little while.

Pray For Me!

Sunrise, Sunset, Sunrise, Sunset

2008-03-05T13:48:00.000-08:00

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So the Fiddler on the Roof had it right, but i don't think he meant this in the modern context i will be using it to describe the first 33 hours.

This might be a little boring, but it was really crazy for Chris and I...

We woke up Washington at 8:30 a.m. (PacificTime) went to Edmonds and picked up our Eurail Passes and caught a flight to Chicago at 1:30 p.m. Arrived in Chicago at appox. 5:20 p.m. (Pacific) 7:20p.m. local and barely caught our next flight to London. The sun set over New York or so and arose over the Atlantic...no sleep on the 7 hour flight. Land at London Heathrow at 10 a.m. (Local Time) 2 a.m.Pacific. Hopped on the Underground Picadilly Line and got off at Hyde Park Corner. Checked out Buckingham Palace, St. James Park, Trafalgar Square, Westminster Abbey and St.Margarets Church. We then jumped back on the Picadilly line and switched to the Victoria line at Kings Crossing and headed up to Tottenham Hale. In haste we transferred to the Stansted National Rail line and took a 35 min train up and out of London to this little airport.

(a paragraph break for all of you pansies that always complain about my super paragraphs!)

Onto a RyanAir plane for 1 hour or so and i think i might have caught some sleep b/c i didn't even know the plane was going to land until we hit the ground and this Bugle sound came on over the intercom that sounded like a charge call. After that they spouted off how RyanAir has a 90% on time record, the best in Europe and people actually clapped in the seats! Got to the airport, tried to find a working ATM (for 30 min) there were only 2 in the whole dang airport! So we ended up having to exchange some currency (Pounds for Euros) and the lady ahead of us was like taking all the money and time in the world (if these eyes bloodshot eyes could kill!). We got up to the counter and there was a 1.35 Euro charge for transfers over 15 Euros. I had 10 pounds which was close. So i asked her if this would get the service charge and she said why don't we both (Chris and I) exchange at the same time. I was tired and so i just gave her the money and got charged, then she charged Chris and we were just so pissed. She even made fun of us "Why didn't you do it together?" If this doesn't make sense to you, don't worry, i am still a little hazy on the whole deal.

Out to the Bus stop to catch the 478 to Heuston Station (the one we needed to get to our Hostel) and we had missed the last bus by 20 min! F! This awesome Irish young dude came up and just started to help us. He gave us a map, told us to take the other bus to Conolly and was really cool. Then an Airport worker came up to us and helped us buy the ticket and hold the bus for us and gave us instructions to catch the 25 at Conolly for the Heuston Station. We got off at Conolly and had some Burger King and caught the 25. We here just chillin on it when we noticed we were on the freeway. Yeah, we missed Heuston, and got a late night tour of Dublin and its suburbs and even got to chat with the bus driver on his break. We got off on the right stop and i was getting some final instructions from him to the Brewery Hostel and Chris kept pushing me out of the way. He told the driver to open the door and he just started vomiting. Well Chris doesn't do well with large amounts of motion (and the bus driver was like the reincarnation of Dale Earnhardt) and so the king of burgers came up! We collected ourselves and went back up the hill and down Thomas Street to our Hostel. Into the hostel we go and they can't process our paperwork b/c it is after midnight, but they are super chill and just give us our stuff.

Bed is achieved at about 1:30 a.m. local time (Thursday), 5:30 p.m. Wednesday (Pacific Time...the time we woke up in!). That is 33 hrs of solid awake time.

I have only stayed awake longer one other time, at Western for 36 hours.

Gunned Down In Chicago

2008-01-22T19:01:00.000-08:00

Hi Everybody, (say in Dr. Nick Style from the Simpsons to get full effect)

Well i am back from the Windy City and had a blast! I really fell in love with Chicago and all of its Midwest charm, fantastic food, salty cold air and faith. I went there for one of my best buddies (Michael Gunn) weddings. So here are some of the amazing things i did while i was there.

I got to catch up with Michael and his family (more like my second family) for the whole time i was there. They are such a fun group of people (esp. Grandma and her shenanigans). I got to meet the brides family (Katie) and they were all so full of life and faith! Especially Cossette, she was a riot! She was so smart for a 3rd grader and made all of us laugh so much (Are you Serious?, Cossettes favorite line). While we were there we did a ton of wedding prep work from cleaning Michaels apartment to finishing party favors.

For the bachelor party we stayed at Michaels place (b/c it was freaking super cold) and made Irish car bombs and took shots of Jameson. I was surprised by Pelton who rocked at drinking at arm wrestling. We ordered some pizza and drank some more before the manly competition finally came out (although when the pizza guy came to the door we put on YMCA and i yelled out "hold my spot on the twister board!"). It was time to separate the men from the boys by an old fashioned arm wrestling match. They were all good competitions but the battle royal was between both Dave's in which they broke the table! Needless to say we needed to venture out and have a little more mischief so we went to the bar behind Michaels place and grabbed some more beers. I thought it would be funny to get a picture of my tongue stuck to a parking pole, but it turns out that that was a bad idea. I left my taste buds as well as blood frozen on the pole. It wasn't the only blood spilled that night as Paul slipped and fell on the ice and hurt his chin (but Paul and i are hardcore, we love Mike so much we bled for him!). We ended the night with some Wii tennis, late night Denny's run and some Dunkin' Dougnuts!

Next day we had some famous Lou Malnati's deep dish Chicago style pizza with all of the wedding party and family! This pizza was so good! The Bride and Groom gave us our wedding presents (a brown Fedora and a bottle of Chivas Regal 12 yrs Scotch) and we headed for the rehearsal which was held at St. Mary's in Buffalo Grove. What a crazy church, actually 2 churches in one with the first being an old immigrant German church and the other being a modern counterpart both united my a singular altar. Through working with the wedding coordinator i found out that she was also the the Youth Minister. Her name is Lacey and apparently she knows Casey the guy that took over my job in Everett (crazy small world). After that we picked up our tuxes (all brown on brown pinstripe & top it off with the brown fedora...gangsta or as Cossette the 9 yr. old would say Gang Banger, she knows all the bad words by her own admission).

The day of the wedding had arrived and everything went off with only one hitch...them getting married (i made that up myself!). The only really crazy thing was that we were running a little late so we ran a railroad crossing (like through the arms), but what is a wedding without a little danger!? The Limo driver was so awesome too. He looked like a bouncer and i told him that and he told me he had been and had carded Jean Claude Van Dam! Now off to the reception. The theme of the wedding was 1920's Chicago Gangster and it was all perfect (of coarse it was, it was Michael after all). They had a classy joint in the heart of Libertyville with swing music and all the decorations. They also emphasized their heritage with Guinness and their coat of arms colors. Well the liquor was flowing and i danced with almost every Cougar (older lady) i could find and even tried to teach Pelton the foxtrot (he did pretty good). Mary and Paul Gunn had the swing dancing down to a T and Jacob could really cut a rug with a beer in his hands! Fun was had by all and i really enjoyed my time having a smoke in the sub-zero temps with Patrick (i know i quite, but it was a special occasion).

The next day Michael G and i headed down to downtown Chicago. We hit up the Sears tower Sky Deck which is the tallest office building in North America at 1730 feet to the top of the spires. The view was stunning! We could see the frozen Lake Michigan, downtown, Soldier field, the Chicago Sun and Tribune buildings and lots of other stuff (even a 737 flying really close to the building). The ride up the elevator actually made my ears pop! We then got some really deep dish pizza (when people say pizza pie, this is what they mean!) at Giordanos. While waiting for that we went to Millennium Park and saw the Bean (a super reflective metal object that is in the shape of a bean). We also saw the frozen over Lake Michigan. On our way back to get our pizza we saw that the temp was -11, it is so cold that your teeth hurt! We then headed over to see Casey Karbowski at UC and catch up with Dan (my cousin) and Liezel (his GF). We went to Mass at St. Mary of the Angels, one of the most beautiful parishes in Chicago and better then St. James. Best of all (for Colin esp.) it was an Opus Dei Parish and super hardcore! We then went out to dinner and caught an awesome Jazz show at the Green Mill (where Al Capone had frequented).

The last day we awoke to find the water shut off in our hotel and so we went over to Katie's house to shower. We had some authentic Chicago style hot dogs (with all the goods and no ketchup) and got to say goodbye before we headed out. Apparently the day before Cossette thought we were leaving that day and was crying in her room (that really tugs at ones heartstrings). I headed for ORD and was delayed b/c a huge snowstorm blew in and they had to de-ice the planes. I was only an hour late leaving but i was really worried about he frozen pizza i was bringing back for me and my roomies to scarf down tonight (it turned out delicious).

All in all, i love Chicago and wouldn't mind living there. The food, the culture, the faith and the Midwest charm all got their hooks into me. I love Seattle, but Chicago is gaining ground.

God Bless,
Brett

Song: Chicago by Frank Sinatra
Funny Quote: Hey ladies, just hit snooze on your biological clocks -Michael G.
Random Fact: The tongue is one of the quickest healing parts of your body (i should know!)

Thanksgiving

2007-11-23T01:04:00.000-08:00

Cell phone vibrates at 7: 15 a.m. this morn and I awake to the brilliant sun radiating the cold crystalline landscape below my window. I run out the door, no time for breakfast for it will be penance, to my frozen car and find my credit card and begin scrapping. The biting cold gnaws at my fingers as I look at the peculiar ice hairs growing upward from the top of my mirror like the fortress of solitude. Black leather cold to my warm legs, heat; ice cold, windows down so I can put my head out and see where I am driving…what a great morning! Why such the rush you ask? Well it is morning Mass on Thanksgiving down at Blessed Sacrament and it starts at 8 a.m.

I arrive a few minutes late and see no cars. Uh Oh. I walk up to the church and the doors are open. I step into the warm church with the old radiators clanging and pouring out their much-needed heat and find only a few people there. A homeless man talks to a women about the street and another comes up to me and asks me to tell the young man that was trying to find information about a Thanksgiving dinner put on by St. Vincent de Paul that he must leave or go hungry that day. He was praying so fervently and greatly desired to go to Mass, but was also starving. As he hopped on his bike, the young man came back and he and I rushed out and caught the man before he took of into the cold.

Mass starts at 10 a.m. today a man told me as I perused the bulletin for information. I had a good hour and a half to wait before Mass and I need to pray very badly. Busyness, Laziness, heck loch ness were the monsters keeping me from plumbing the depths of my heart for God. Now I had the time and the great need of his mercy. I needed to go to confession before Mass, but I thought this unrealistic, it is hard enough to get a priest after Mass yet alone before. I prayed that I would at least get to confession today, even if I didn’t get to have communion. Doubt filled my mind even of this happening. I will not worry about it; I will let God take care of it. Lord have mercy!

Hey, a priest coming toward my way, sweet…stand up, go by the door, act all stealthy, check cell phone…make it look like you are checking it for time and… pounce. “Hey Father, is there any chance I could get Confession from you after Mass?” “How long will it take, like less then 5 min?” “Oh, yeah, it should only be like 3 or so.” “Well then lets do it right now.”

Walking out of the confessional everything seemed perfect. The cold had lost its bite as the sun rose higher and filled the church with its colorful stained glass luminescence. The choir was singing a song with lyrics that said “with great mercy” and “sing to the Lord with great Joy”. People began to file in and soon the empty church was full. Life was all around, and best of all was alive in me again. The Gospel that morning told the story about 10 lepers that had been cleansed and the one that came back and glorified Jesus and fell prostrate at his feet. I too had come from my own outcast state, corrupted, but realizing that Jesus had healed me in the confessional as he had healed the Samaritan leper. Not only that, but the leper had only asked Jesus for healing. Jesus took the little that he asked for and because of his little act of thanksgiving and praise Jesus bestowed unto him what he really wanted, "Stand up and go; your faith has saved you." Similarly, I asked for so little, just confession if at all possible, and I gained life restored and Christ in me himself! (Cf. Luke 17:11-19)

Here is the point. We truly do ask for too little of God, he wants us to consult him in everything. Nothing is too mundane for the almighty or to grandiose. He has already given it to us; we just need to learn to ask in faith and trust. In fact, the “Little Way” has become a sort of battle cry for me lately. It doesn’t matter what you do or how much you do it, but that you do it through him, with him and in him and in the intention of giving him thanksgiving and praise. Also, he is always there, leading you on in subtle and silent ways, make sure to listen to the native voice inside you. Finally, as I dined at my two thanksgiving dinners, I know that I first dined at the true Thanksgiving (Eucharistic) Dinner, the feast I hope to enjoy for all eternity.

My love, prayers, hopes and thanksgiving to each of you and your own on this blessed day!

God Bless,
Brett

Last Day In Phi Phi

2007-06-16T23:52:00.001-07:00

Hey All

So it is our last day in Phi Phi, and we leave in about 2 hrs so i thought i would send out a quick update. Friday, we hiked to Long beach and got to do a little swimming. It was the first day we really had a chance to relax, we have just been going like crazy for the last 16 days. It was nice to get away from Patong Beach (Phuket) and the crazy Tuk Tuk drivers, unequaled night life and the LadyBoys (trannies). We went to an all you can eat Asian buffet and ate some really good food. We had sushi with curry, Ginger, fresh muscles, squid, fresh tuna and other fish and some amazing chicken along with some Thai food and a nice cool Chang Beer! After dinner we hit up the 7-11 (they are huge over here) and then went to a club. This was unlike any club you have ever been to in the states. It featured life Thai Boxing. First up was some 10 year old boys and man were they scrappy. I am not sure how i feel about that, but the ACLU would love it i am sure! Then, you (as a tourist) could fight another tourist for a free bucket (a literal bucket full of alcohol). We saw a couple of Brits go at it for 3 rounds, they gave a good show. Then we saw a real match with adult men and it was crazy! They can kick so fast, and they each got rocked by a few roundhouse kicks. Not a bad show for 80 Baht ($2.25).

Yesterday we went on a cruise all over to different islands and it was amazing. We started in the morning and it was very stormy, like huge swells and the guide was like "close the windows, we don't want a lot of water in the boat" It was a little sporty to say that least. We couldn't go to Maya bay, which is on the other island but we did go to this other little cove and snorkeled and swam. It started to rain really hard but it was like taking a show, warm and nice. We then went to Monkey Cove and kayaked out to the beach and fed some monkeys. I actually touched one of them, that was awesome! After that we headed out to Bamboo Island, the surf was a lot calmer and Dave was a lot more comfortable. Bamboo island is a national park and it was pristine. White sandy beaches, turquoise water and just wonderful. We headed over to Mosquito island (that name is fitting) and did an hour of snorkeling which was amazing. I saw sea urchins with big black spikes and and eye in the center, super colorful fish with amazing neon greens, blues, yellows and even some camouflage fish that totally blended in with the sea floor. We hoped back on the ship and headed back for a little R&R and it was nice to just chill for the evening.

Today we hiked up to a viewpoint of the whole island and took some amazing shots of the isthmus and the turquoise water...breathtaking just like the super hard hike to the top. Sweat dripping off like i was showering...so hot! In a few hours we will catch the ferry to Krabi and hopefully check out James bond island and some other cool spots before we hit the bus and train ride up to Bangkok. I hope to see a cobra fight and get a massage before i head out, but i will have to see how my sunburn feels about that! Hope all is well!
God Bless,
Brett

Phi Phi Islands

2007-06-15T06:57:00.000-07:00

Hey Everybody,
this is going to be a short e-mail so here it is. Phi Phi islands are like paradisio, it is amazing. We have had such an amazing time here withe the white sandy beaches and hiking on the island to secluded beaches. Tomorrw we will head out to a boat cruise for a few more islands and hopefully see some monkeys. Keep you posted as i can!
God Bless,
Brett

2007-06-12T10:04:00.000-07:00

Hey Everybody,

Ok, so so much has happened since my last post. I have gone on a trek up into the mountains of Chang Mai and it was amazing. It was super hot, crazy bugs and our amazing guide told us about the King Cobra he saw the week before (I wish i had seen it!). We stayed in a tribal hut with some other travelers and it was super amazing except for one part...like when the hut caught on fire. There was a candle over on the ledge and we were all like, "shouldn't we put that candle out before we go to sleep, but we thought it would be ok and went to sleep. Well somebody woke up in the middle of the night and noticed the wall on fire and put it out. I was sound asleep, but Dave said he saw it b/c he wasn't sleeping much that night. We were woken up by a damn rooster at like 4:30 a.m. and pigs and dogs, it was like i was on a farm. The hilltribe people here are so poor, they made all of these scarfs and bracelets and other various things (beer and coke were big sellers to thirsty trekkers) just to get by. The next day we went elephant riding which was so amazing and fed the elephants bananas and it was super! Then Bamboo rafting down a river for a while and back to Chang Mai. We hit up the night market which was just crazy with all the stuff one could buy, pretty much anything one could want. I was able to go to Mass in Thai, which was crazy but missed it on Sunday b/c i was on the trek, so i got a dispensation for Sunday on Friday daily Mass from the priest (I hope this works? Colin, Val?). I went to Sacred Heart Cathedral...thanks Colin! Then the next day we went to the Golden Triangle and on a speed boat trip over to the Laos border where it dumped rain and i bought Cobra Whiskey (whiskey with a big cobra stuffed in the bottle, and yes you can drink it, b/c i tried some with an ex Buddhist Monk there!). Then we looked at Burma (not good for U.S. citizens to go to right now) and that is the golden triangle (Laos, Burma, Thailand). It used to be very big for Opium. We then went to the Long Neck hill tribe people and it was so amazing. Huge rings on their necks make them very long, it is surreal! Then we woke up early today (Tuesday, almost Wednesday when i write this) and caught a flight to Bangkok. We had a later connecting flight but we opted for an earlier one and of coarse, our bags were lost (F!). Phuket has actually be the biggest pain in my rear on this whole trip thus far, but not too bad. We went down to the beach and were the only tools with long pants and shoes on (and me looking as pasty as ever). We watched a sunset and where heading back when i decided to look at a custom tailored suit. So now, i am getting 3 cashmere (w/ silk lining) suits, 3 silk ties, 3 custom tailored pants, and 3 custom tailored shirts for $350, so cheap and hopefully good suits. I need to pick up some more knock-off stuff like sunglasses, watch and maybe some shoes. The night life in Puket is crazy, so many bars, live music, good food, cheap merchandise, Tuk Tuk or cab and a lot of prostitutes with older white guys (sick!). All in all, i can't wait for tomorrow, sand, sun and surf. On Thursday we head off to Pi Pi Islands and then to Krabi and Bangkok for a day and then home. I will keep you all posted as much as i can! More stories, but don't have a lot of time to write (1 baht a minute...34baht = 1 U.S. Dollar). Hope all is well!
God Bless,
Brett

Chiang Mai, Thailand

2007-06-07T23:51:00.000-07:00

Hey All,

Ok, so Dave and i made it into Bangkok and spent a couple of days there just chillin. It is so crazy over here, the traffic, pollution, food, heat and people not to mention the prevalence of 7-11's. We saw the Huge palace, the Temple of the Dawn, took a river boat, saw the reclining Buddha, the 10 story tall Buddha and all sorts of other stuff. We ran into a history professor on the street and he took us to a Buddhist Monk class (actual monks learning more about meditation) and into some of the hidden places that only a local knows. He was a devout Buddhist and we learned a lot about his faith, the king, the state of things in their country and so on. He took us to this amazing place to eat and at first Dave and i were a little weirded out by the food (it was all raw) but they cooked in a charcoal soup and it was really good. We also had a lot of beer with him. Rice Beer is very different and he just kept ordering them and we had a splendid night. The next day we took a Tuk Tuk (a little 3 wheeled truck that you sit in back of) and toured part of the city. We think we were involved in a scam, but can't be sure, it was really smooth, but they didn't get anything out of us. Over here you really can't trust anybody, maybe it is because i am white and like 6'4" and stick out like a sore thumb. They always come up and ask you where you are going, start making small talk and ask where you are from and then tell you that the Grand palace is closes at 1:30-3 but they would be happy to drive you in there Tuk Tuk or cab all over the city until it opens again. Real story, they want 60 Baht and the Grand Palace is open all day long. A lot of scammers here and contestant pestering for Cabs, Tuk Tuks, food, and anything else you can imagine. Lying is the modest operondi for a lot of people on the street. Poverty is rampant, so i am not surprised that they pester you so much b/c they have to live to. Buddhism is a very interesting religion/Philosophy and i have learned a great deal about it over here. When before Buddha, you bow 3 times while praying something and your sins are gone (or at least that is what i got from our friend and history prof. Don). You cannot show the bottom of your feet to the Buddha or a monk, step on an image of them, put them image down on the ground or step on the bottom of a door sill, that is where the spirit of the building is. Motorcycles are very common over here and they weave in and out of traffic even in the oncoming lane of traffic as do Tuk Tuks. It is just unbelievable! It is super hot over here, like 95 and Humid...so hot! Last night we caught a train from Bangkok to Chiang Mai which is where i am writing this now and it was crazy. 14 hours on a train that barely seemed to move. We slept most of it but it was really slow and long. They have an open sewage system on the train which means that we do our duty on the tracks, you can see the tracks fly below where you are going the bathroom...spicy! So now we are in Chiang Mai, and it is a lot cooler, people are more chill and we have a huge 4 days planned up here. Tonight the night Market, then tomorrow we begin our 2 day trek and ride elephants and go through the jungle and stay at the Hill peoples huts. After that we have a few options, the Golden Triangle into Laos and Burma with a mineral bath and boat ride. Or see this huge mountain top Wat (temple) that has 330 or so stairs to the top. Then we fly down to Phuket for some time on the beach, over to the Pi Pi Islands for some more time on the beach, snorkeling and tanning (i need it) and then ferry over to Krabi to finish up our southern experience. After that we head back up to Bangkok for a night and get a good massage at the Wat Pho and head out at 3 a.m. I will try to keep you all posted as much as i can and let5 you know that i am still alive. Hope all is well and God Bless!
Brett Herrmann

Lenten Sacrifice and Running out of Gas (Literally)

2007-02-21T01:22:00.000-08:00

So today is the beginning of Lent and it is a great time to examine ones life in preparation for Easter. There are a number of things that I am giving up and taking up this year, and most of them are going to be very hard for me, but I have looked at the face of my savior and he has strengthened me to these ends. It really is great to simplify ones life; to clean out the spiritual, mental and physical clutter that I have accumulated over the last year. This time will allow me to explore the deserted places in my soul and purify them and consecrate them to Jesus through Mary. I feel a great renewal approaching me and know that it wont be easy but I love the challenge and look forward to the sacrifice that it entails. This entry will not be as eloquent or deep as many of my past posts simply because I am tired and want to begin this Lent in haste. So to that I pray that this Lent is both fruitful and challenging to me and all of you because sacrifice is easy when there (H)(E)IS LOVE!

The second part of this post will deal with a reality in my life from Monday evening. It does, as I reflect back, also have many spiritual realities that coexisting with it. I had a great Presidents Day of fun, service and annoyance, but in a hilarious way. I helped my buddy Colin clean his room for the impending sale of his house. He and I listened to some good music and just worked. We went out and had a smoke and watched the waves crash onto the beach and there was a sense of sorrow for him knowing his home would soon not be his. I feel this in many of my lackadaisical spiritual dwellings as well and there is a great lament for me in the loss of some of these comfortable places in my soul. Afterwards we went up to pick up his car (it needed some repair work done) and headed up to Bellingham to catch up with some old friends and reminisce of the days gone by. This too has very spiritual realities for me of repairing things in my life and letting go of things in my past. It was a great time and he dropped me off at my car at 3:30 a.m. so I could head back. I was cruising home and looked at my gas gauge and saw that I was really low. I prayed a Hail Mary to get me to a gas station and boy was I tested in that prayer.

I was driving for a little while when just as I was crossing a bridge my car died…out of gas. It didn’t show any signs of dieing, but simply quite on me. I coasted to the off ramp, which had a slight upgrade to it, and made it ¾ of the way up until I lost all momentum. I feel too in my spiritual life that I coast by sometimes and sacrifice only ¾ of the way when Christ calls me to total surrender and humility (hard when ones root sin is Pride). I got out of my car and pushed it up about 10 feet and was completely exhausted due to the weight of my car and incline of the ramp. This too reflects my spiritual reality that I can only do so much on my own strength and need Jesus to work through me to accomplish his will. I sat there with gas a stones throw away and pondered how I would get there. I remembered that my car would actually pull itself in gear with the starter (my ghetto car is awesome) and so I cranked on that sucker until the battery was almost dead…another 10 feet, only a little more to go. Sometimes I know that Christ calls us to the unconventional, the overlooked and very often the counter cultural to follow him. I totally felt his spirit pulling my car up that ramp and strengthening the hope inside me to make it.

I was almost there, only another 10 feet and I would be coasting down to the gas station. Mind you there was no one around at this hour in the remote area of the freeway I was at. I had to do it all alone. I recognized in this struggle of the last 10 feet that sometimes Christ gives us everything, but in the end he just wants us to push our way through things in our life that seem over burdensome and very demanding to accomplish. I never doubted that he was there and all of the Saints and Angels were pushing with me, but I could definitely feel the forces of evil pushing against my car (this seems like a crazy stretch, but I truly believe God is at work even in the most mundane and seemingly ridiculous tasks in life). I made it to the crest and began my hard earned coast down to the gas station. It makes me recall that fact that Jesus gives us only as much as we can handle and always offers us his aid and love. After the good fight, he lets us coast for a while to rejuvenate ourselves and prepare for the next challenge ahead…but only for a little while (this is prophetic so pay attention to this last line). I remember being not only ecstatic that I made it to the crest of the hill, but that I could now coast down the hill and get gas. I was never really worried about not making it (I wish this also had a spiritual reality in my life oh so many times) because I knew I could call on others to help me in my time of need.

So I filled my car up with gas and sat in my car and turned the motor over to no avail. No gas, no start. C’mon, I got you all this way and now that I gave you what you needed you are going to still mock me?! Wait, hello Christ on the cross on my Rosary hanging down from my review mirror. You gave us everything and we still mocked you…c’mon down from that cross if you are the Messiah! He didn’t come down, he stayed and endured and prayed and so did I. My motor chocked and coughed as the fuel began to enter the combustion chamber. Christ chocked and coughed on his own precious blood as we entered the innermost chamber of his Sacred Heart that was combusting and burning with love for us in the filial cry on the cross of “Father into your hand I commend my spirit!” What else could I offer but the same cry in my great time of need? The battery almost dead, an empty gas station, my car dieing and my hopes fading just as the dome light in my car. Jesus Mary and Joseph, I need you! Chug chug chug, brooooooom! YES! IT STARTED! Resurrection of my car from the dead! I know, I am a little melodramatic, but seriously, I was so thankful that IT LIVES! (young Frankenstein). I drove away from that solitary place with a heart full of thanks, a lesson learned and sore calf muscles. Furthermore, I also gained a great spiritual meditation that is so very sensual and real for me and for many others who have had a similar experience of embarrassment and redemption. May the everlasting and merciful Jesus be with all of you this Lent and may you enjoy the good fruit to come on the road home in the Joy of the Resurrection!

Lagrimas de Christo Enjuagenme

2007-02-01T18:23:00.000-08:00

The title of this blog is Espanol for “Tears of Christ wash me” and I totally feel this way many times throughout the day. In past times I found it very hard to think of things to pray for even though they were and always will be around me. Throughout this month many things have happened to me, to others I love and know and now I find that there is so much to pray for. 1Thessalonians 5 has been speaking to me like a voice crying out in the desert for some time now and I have felt such a great need for prayer. The particular passage of which I speak is when St. Paul exhorts people to “Pray without ceasing”. I feel the great need to heed these words in my life. Our culture, everyone I know, and all those I don’t know are so hungry for the help that God is calling me to in prayer. I feel as though I am suspended over a void with Christ the only one that is holding me and everyone else up. What strength, what docility, what hunger he has for our souls to be with him. His desire is to raise us up, but we resist so much. I never really understood why consecrated people choose to go into a lifestyle where all they do is pray, meditate and intercede for those that they don’t know. I now understand to a great degree that call. The austerity of solitude, the openness to trust, the tears and hopes wash down my sullen cheeks as I arrive in the quiet dark church. Candles flicker, silent holiness waits, souls cry out in deafening silence as my fingers traverse the beads. All is not quiet on the western front, the battle rages, the knees weaken, the will flicker as do the candles but continue I must. They need me, they need my contemplation, my affection, my strength, my life. It is however not so much me that they need, but rather who I dimly point to as if a mirror. Oh Jesu, my God, my Life, my all graciously hear my petition and plea, the fervency of my prayers arises to you as fragrance from a crushed garlic clove, bitter and yet sweet and inviting. Keep me and those I pray for in your care, in the Holy of Holies, your Sacre Coeur that I to may someday be able to enjoy with all those that I pray for the splendor of your truth, your inner most intimate life and the communion I so desire.

"Solitude, the safeguard of mediocrity, is to genius the stern friend, the cold, obscure shelter where moult the wings which will bear it farther than the suns and the stars. He who should inspire and lead his race must be defended from traveling with the souls of other men, from living, breathing, reading, and writing in the daily, time-worn yoke of their opinions. "In the morning - solitude;" said Pythagoras; that Nature may speak to the imagination, as she does never in company, and that her favorite may take acquaintance with those divine strengths which disclose themselves to serious and abstracted thought. 'Tis very certain that Plato, Plotinus, Archimedes, Hermes, Newton, Milton, Wordsworth, did not live in a crowd, but descended into it from time to time as benefactors: and the wise instructor will press this point of securing to the young soul in the disposition of time and the arrangements of living, periods and habits of solitude." -- from Ralph Waldo Emerson's "Conduct of Life"

Happy the man, whose wish and care
A few paternal acres bound,
Content to breath his native air
In his own ground.
Whose herds with milk, whose fields with bread,
Whose flocks supply him with attire;
Whose trees in summer yield him shade,
In winter, fire.
Blest, who can unconcernedly find
Hours, days, and years slide soft away
In health of body, peace of mind;
Quiet by day.
Sound sleep by night; study and ease
Together mixed, sweet recreation,
And innocence, which most does please
With meditation.
Thus let me live, unseen, unknown;
Thus unlamented let me die,
Steal from the world, and not a stone
Tell where I lie.

Alexander Pope

Currently listening to Mozart: Requiem in D Minor, K. 626: 3. Sequentia: Lacrimosa

Phantom of the Opera and Communion Service

2007-01-12T13:54:00.001-08:00

So I saw what I think (and I only say this because I have had no previous experience with this show) is within the top 10 now of my favorite movies…The Phantom of the Opera. The music was amazing, the emotion conveyed through that same music, storyline, cinema photography and atmosphere of the set design was captivating and the costumes were both elaborate and elegant. This movie has so much depth, a sense of sorrow, pity, compassion, love, betrayal, anger, fear, shock, tenderness and many more attributes that could describe it, but only one that truly does it justice, tragedy. I am really starting to enjoy tragedies a lot more lately (another good one being Great Expectations, although a little crude, very powerful). The rise of the character, the betrayal, the fall and the coldness of death surround the audience as they are drawn into the storyline. In the end, nobody wins in a tragedy, it is a sorrowful draw that leads to reflection on ones own tragedies, sorrows and tribulations in their past.

On another note, I was able to lead (now 2) communion services. One at OLPH & another at IC. It truly is amazing being able to serve this way; one almost feels like a priest. I remember my old altar serving days, but this is a whole new dimension of service to the church. I really do enjoy doing them, but would rather attend a Mass. I love seeing the people from a whole new angle, responding, praying, listening and participating. My favorite part is the elevation in which I say, “Behold the Lamb of God who takes away the sins of the world, happy are we to be called to his supper.” I do realize also now how difficult it is to place Jesus on someone’s tongue. I almost feel like a father to my child, “ Here comes the plane, breeeeeeerawwwww into the mouth”. Of coarse I can’t drop this precious payload; I have to be very gentle and careful. I do wish their was a camera attached to my heard so I could show you some of the bad ones, like the lady today, I hit her upper lip before I finally got Him on her tongue. Or the guy that I basically put Christ on his back molar, needless to say the majority are no problem. I am actually feeding them Christ, giving him to them and praying for them to draw closer to him, wow! If you ever get an opportunity to serve in this way, I would definitely take it, because it is an amazing service to the church and has helped me grow in my faith. Anyways, God Bless all of you this week and Godspeed.

Christmas, New Years Resolutions & Smoking as a Social Sin

2006-12-28T16:27:00.000-08:00

Well Hello my chillins, it has been a while since I have written on my blog so I will satiate your burning curiosity of my life right now. I had an amazing Christmas, although it was a little different b/c my Grandpa has passed away and my sister isn’t home. It was a smaller Christmas but one of fond memories and great joy. It is always good to see people whom you haven’t seen in months and catch up with them. Of coarse my favorite was Mass, the music, the decorations, the beautiful liturgy, and the familiar faces in my home parish again. For Christmas day I went up to Vancouver, Canada to see my father and uncle and his family (usually we have Christmas in Bellingham, but my Grandparents are in Budapest, Hungary visiting my other uncle and German relatives). We had a blast talking about Philosophy, Theology, History and Photography (my uncle works in the film industry in Vancouver and has worked on such films as X-Men and the Rocketeer). Although I disagree with them on many things (especially theological and things to do with objective truth, relativism) it was a good time. I headed back down at about 2:30 a.m. and stopped by the House of X and good ole’ St. Hizzel and Aaron Stockton were conversing about a great number of things. I got to hang for a little while, and said a due with hugs. This year is rapidly coming to a close and I am very thankful for what the Lord has done for me. Although I have been through some rough spots, he has always been there pulling me through and I thank him for it everyday. One area I need to be especially covered in prayer right now is that I stop smoking cigarettes. It is very amusing to see people’s reactions (although this is not why I started) to the fact that I smoke. “I thought you were smarter then that!” is the usual start to the tirade, but it is out of love that they do it and I feel the love even if it be abrasive sometimes. I have become a smoker and now really can identify with why those little chats are so annoying, how people look at you, interact with you, as though you are a horrible delinquent. I can now empathize with my smoking comrades in the knowledge that quitting is very hard to do. It is truly my chemical romance and it is everywhere, TV, radio, in the public sphere. I can see why it is so hard to quite, but quite I must so pray that God will give me the grace and strength to stop destroying his temple. Anyways, now you are abreast to what is going on (albeit a very little snippet, but still a snippet) in my life and I hope that I can keep this thing more current in the future! To all my lovelies that read this, may God Bless you all this New Year and your are in my prayers!

Taize’ & Exposition Adoration

2006-10-09T14:49:00.000-07:00

Taize’ (pronounced Tay-Zay) you say? What is Taize’? It is a form of prayer that involves a lot of repetitive chant of songs in the Cathedral of St. James in Seattle. It comes from an ecumenical community in France that focuses on drawing one close to Christ through the monastic lifestyle but that, out of the brothers generosity, is shared with the rest of us lay persons. It is intended to build one up into contemplation of Jesus and reflection on ones own state in life, their past, present, joys and sorrows. Before I go into this experience though, let me preface all of this with a quick journey back into my own life…
Lately I have been feeling very lonely, distant and troubled. It seems the past has been harder to shake off then at first glance. Not only has this been very prevalent in my own life, but that of my loved ones as well. I tell them to take courage, offer words of kindness and acts of generosity even when it seems to be at the same time detrimental to me. O how this cross does chafe and crush me and were it not for the knowledge of my God and his love for me, I would not be the same man I am now. This blog is not only a great outlet for me to share the great moments in my life, but now has taken on a new dimension for me, that of self medication and therapy (thank goodness I took psych classes and have a tenacious albeit weak faith in Jesus.) I know what it is like to cling to Jesus, to try with all the strength he has given me to stay with him on this short mystery of life. Delores seem to be my companion in this present stage but I pray that they are only the catalyst for the great metamorphosis. This of coarse is not something isolated or foreign to others; we all have this loneliness that cries out from the depths of our souls. This is what made St. Augustine cry out, “Lord, our souls are restless until they rest in you!” Even as much as Jesus loves us and came down to us, he to as a man desired to be back with his Father. His cry on the cross, “it is finished” and his Resurrection were not only the great victory over death, but also a preparation for the Ascension, which reunited him with his Father! Abba Father! This present state was brought about partially by taking a drive out into the wilderness, looking up at the sky and listening to the song I have been listening to the whole duration of writing this entry. Here is the first verse just so you can “hear” it and join me on my journey.

As I look into the stars, I’m wondering how far away they are. How you hold them in your hands, and still you know this man! You know my inner most being Lord, even better then I know, then I know myself. What a beautiful God, what a beautiful God! And What am I? That I might be called your child. What am I? What am I? That you might know me my King. What am I? What am I? What am I!?

So, Taize’ definitely elicited a lot of SEARCHING within, a retrospection if you will. Lord, do not be deaf to my plea, do not turn your face from me. I beg and implore you to heal my brokenness, but not for my sake for I can endure still more if it be according to your will!

Now onto Adoration. My cousin is going on his first SEARCH Retreat this weekend and as I recall he wrote me a letter on my own SEARCH Retreat, so I rifled through the Palonka letters I had (another factor into this present state) and found his. His love and sincerity reached right off of the page and captured my heart and soul. His simple and genuine words carried me into my own writing for his letter. As I promised him in his letter I offered up one hour of Adoration, a Rosary and a Divine Mercy Chaplet which I completed earlier tonight after Taize’. As I sat before Jesus and stared into his being, I noticed him staring back at me. I thought to myself that not only was I lonely, but that he to is lonely. He waits for me to come by and sit with him, talk with him, groan with him. I then had a very interesting revelation, that not only is he there looking at me, but everyone who is with him is also looking at me. Whoa! I was suddenly not very lonely. I thought to myself about the great mystery of him. The great honor, privilege, joy and blessing that I have to sit before the God of all and talk with him. How many people search for this, desire this closeness with God, to have this much access to him through all their life? Not only that, but not just now, for generations past and to come. Hello Grandpa B, Grandma B, George V and Ester. I hope to be looking out at my grandchildren and friends someday as you are looking at me now! To know what you know, to be inside of love, joy, peace and fullness! We are not alone, we never are, “for I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord!” (Cf. Roman 8:38-39).

Song: Shawn McDonald “Beautiful”

Spokompton & Generations

2006-09-26T15:40:00.000-07:00

Welcome back to the conscious streams of thought that I have time now to codify and put down on this continuing experience of my life. I recently had the pleasure of traveling over to Spokane on the weekend of the 15th through the 17th to visit family and friends and check out the school (especially the law school). On previous drives over I have often seen the Wild Horses Monument (just on the east side of the Columbia River) and wanted to get a closer look but never had the time or missed the exit, not so this time! I finally hiked up there and had a little fun too as you can see.

It was great to see my cousins Dave and Chris, they are so awesome and the shenanigans that we had were true to form. The first night I was just chilling with them, we got a bite to eat and went back to his place and enjoyed some 3 buck chuck (a very distinctly flavored wine that has high remarks from thrifty wine connoisseurs).

My law school crony Kate stopped by for some of the evening to enjoy a few sips of the fruit of the vine and it was like good ole’ b-ham times.

Saturday was a very early day which started with a quick rush to the REI scratch n’ dent sale in which I procured some Keen water sandals at an amazing price (YES!!). They also had a Kauffers bookstore close to the REI, which is good to note if I end up over there. A quick jaunt over to the COG (commons of Gonzaga?) for some breakfast and a fabulous omelet just the way I like it, rich in bacon, ham, cheese, onions and olives. Whilst enjoying our delicious food, Dave and I discussed theological questions and the great need for ecumenism and unity within Christendom (I am glad other people care about this stuff too!). Upon returning to his pad I realized I needed to catch up with the Mallahans so I opened my flip phone (like Captain Kirk calling to the Enterprise) and gave them a jingle. I jammed over to their house and got to see the whole family.

The amazing thing about this whole experience for me is that Zack and I never really had a close connection. It isn’t because of something bad (except for timing) but just that he was only around a year and I never really got the opportunity to know him that well (except for the time he had me join him to go see Troy with him on the day of his wedding so he could relax a little bit before he took the plunge). We talked beer (I tried some of his homebrew, it was really good), history, life and most amazingly about married life and fatherhood. Later that evening we (my cousins & I) went out to a local watering hole called Jack and Dan’s to quench our thirst. Tyler (Smeddles as I affectionately call him) and Kate also came to join us.
Kate brought a friend (Micah) who I freaked out with some of my idiosyncrasies and mannerism but he was a good sport. Even after all of that he still wanted to talk to Kate (which of coarse caught both Tyler and my eyes) and speaking of eyes, his googly eyes towards Kate (sorry Kate, but if a seminarian [Tyler] can see it, if is pretty obvious) made for some fun later. As we are enjoying the many awkward moments Fr. Gary walks in, just for the record this priest is almost exactly what I would be like if I became a priest, and we have some great conversation and close the place down. Sunday we slept in because as the word says, it is a day of rest. We watched “Lucky # Sleven” (has some good twists, but is kind of lude) and just relaxed. I started on my last blog at that time as you can see and finally got it done.
Calling up Tyler, I went to check out the seminary, which was really cool, and Kate decided to come over so we all chatted for a time until I had to go with the cousins and Fr. Gary to all you can eat shrimp fest at Red Lobster (too much food, but soooo good!). I capped the whole trip off with evening Mass at St. Al’s and started the return home Monday morning.

This last weekend was a little less jam-packed but was still really great. I went down to a Bavarian pub in Fremont with generations of guys. We had Flami (founding member of the house of X), Me (second year), Colin (short Navy stint stay third order), Phil & Luke (fourth year), Colin’s buddy, John (Gonzaga alumnus), & Tim from Steubenville. A great bunch of guys with a refreshing mix of life experience under their respective belts. On Sunday, I was able to serve coffee and donuts after the Spanish Mass at my home parish, which totally opened my eyes to a different cultural experience of community and Catholicism. Afterwards I rolled up to Stanwood to meet up with Colin and ran into Val, it was good to see her and her youth group. Colin and I drove up to Bellingham and I got to stop at my Grandparents house (they live on Lake Samish) and caught up with them. Then up to the Xavier house and off to the first Mass on campus. It was cool to see everyone again, but I never felt so out of place and old. It wasn’t anybody’s fault or lack of attention, but rather the concrete realization that I don’t really belong there anymore. It was a real surreal feeling, but one that is nonetheless accurate of my state in life now as a graduate and a person in “the real world”. I hope and pray that their year of ministry is fruitful and offer the prayers I say tonight for all of the PM’s and the community of faithful up there.

Until next time, may God Bless all of you!

Close To The End

2006-09-17T15:59:00.000-07:00

Well it has been a crazy couple of weeks, and I have not had a lot of time to write in this blog. First let me say that the Lord is awesome and I thank him for all the good people and things that are in my life! So, where to start…I guess at the end of my last blog I was in L.A. so I think the outdoor Mass at the Ice Caves is next. I planned an outdoor Mass at the Ice Caves up in the Mt. Baker/Snoqualmie National Forest just a few miles outside of Granite Falls. It was an amazing backdrop for Holy Mass and 30 people showed up to explore the area and celebrate the Mass. My good friend Colin was able to make it and he and I made an ambo for the readings out of rocks that were lying around. There was a huge rock that we used for an altar too. We also drove up the road a little way and I showed him where Monte Cristo (an old mining town that was run by Rockefeller) was.

The next weekend Colin and I went down to Fremont and got a little grub and hung out with Lenin for a little bit. We then bounced down to Vancouver and went to a huge Sausage Festival at St. Joe’s parish. It was so much fun with young people (not that I am old or anything) all around, good food (I had a sausage and some really spicy mustard, the kind in Chinese restaurants that come with the pork and the sesame seeds and ketchup-I don’t like spicy mustard it hurt the nose really bad like a million needles comeing out of it!) and the best part, Fr. Stan Fortuna was rappin’. So Colin knows the priest at St. Joe’s and so we stayed at the rectory and guess who stayed there with us (that last statement makes me sound like a high school girl :(, Fr. Stan! So we had a beer with him and talked about NY and the Bronx, his faith journey and life, his perspective and experience were amazing. That next morning we went to Holy Mass celebrated by Fr. Stan and afterward he taught a workshop on prayer, terrorism and hope, blew me away!

So after we went down to Mt. Angel Abbey/Seminary in Oregon and hung out with the Benedictines (they are freakin’ hilarious!) and prayed Vespers with them and toured the area. They invited us to stay for dinner and of coarse you can’t say no to dinner with the Benedictines.

Flying back up to Portland we went to this mountain fortress overlooking the city and did something really stupid. I was joking at first as I climbed this 30 foot rock wall until I got ¾’s of the way up and then was looking down like, oh crap this was a bad idea. I made it up and so did Colin, after he fell down about 10 feet.

At the top is a huge light that would strobe around and it had the Batman symbol painted on it, very impressive since it was surrounded by a fence and barbed wire. Now onto the Rouge Brewery and a little adult beverage, mmm chocolaty.

The city is gorgeous and so we walked around it in the evening time to really get the vibes of the city. I then got the honor of driving up at 12 at night to E-town as Colin got the sleep (I stopped at the Capitol in Olympia and walked around the huge buildings in the dark with the lights illuminating the huge pillars and dome. I also got to sit down and reflect at the mini Vietnam veteran wall they have there, read some names, touch the smooth, cold black marble and run my fingers over the names to really feel who they might have been and their story (I am listening to Coldplay right now and the song is “Fix You”, an eerily perfect song for this time). 4:30 am I finally got what I had longed for, my head on my pillow.

That Sunday I had the honor of taking my mom and uncle out for dinner for Grandparents day, my mom’s first grandparent’s day. Life just seems to be flying away and has a sense of the great surreal. Thanks mom for everything, I love you very much and don’t worry about a thing, God is in control. I also was able to go over to my Dad’s house and catch up with him. We exchanged stories, and went for a walk around his orchard trying different fruit (grapes need a little more time) and sharing life, it was perfect. We had dinner and looked at each other’s pictures and it was one of the best times I have had with him in a while. We both have had been through a tough year and so it was good to have some reprieve in each other’s company. I love you a lot Dad and thank you for all that you have done for me and the strength you give me, even though you may not know you do (Coldplay again, very surreal that these songs are coming up at the perfect time, “Don’t Panic”).

There are many other events that were great, like SAYM meetings, lunch with Val, Michael G’s mothers birthday (my prayers are with you and your family), Sherms, Mike and Kristine, Matt Maher concert, solitude and prayer, Dick’s Drive In and chasing bunnies with Colin (all my fun is sober) OYYAM meeting and hangin’ over at Mike G’s with Val, Ian and others, seeing Jonny, John Dobson and Karaoke singing of YMCA at a seedy local establishment, Cool Coffee Cream’s, deep talks and catching up, Youth For Life and the Gunn invasion, talking with Mike Gunn after a month or more of no talky (he is such an awesome dude and I love him like a brother!)… and now I am in the midst of another adventure as I write this super huge entry which I will share in a little while. Thanks for sticking with me to the end and I pray that this all finds you well and full of grace, peace, joy and love which I send to all of you as well as my prayers.
God’s Love,
Brett
Song: Coldplay’s “Fix You”, & “Don’t Panic”

Great Trip to L.A.

2006-09-01T19:02:00.000-07:00

So I just got back from L.A. on the evening of the 29th and it was a great week to hang out with my sister and everyone. I finally got to see my little niece Kaiya for the first time. She is 4 months old and is so cute; I just can’t get over how beautiful she is! She is such a blessing in my life; I can’t even describe how amazing a little baby is. I got to carry her around most of the time, she likes to be held otherwise she becomes a little crabby pants. I totally didn’t mind holding her and carrying her everywhere, it was awesome; it was like an apprenticeship in fatherhood. My sister’s boyfriend is Taiwanese and so she has some of his amazing ethnicity in her. I was also able to check out a Marionite Catholic Mass at a local parish, which was awesome. A lot of it was in Lebanese but they had a book that had the different parts in English. It was a totally different experience for me and I was very awe inspired at their liturgy and reverence for the Lord. We did so much fun stuff like: watched “The Italian Job” (the original 1960’s one) at an outdoor viewing, got a bunch of slurpee’s (forever since I have had one of those), hiked to the Hollywood sign, met a member of Guns N’ Roses, went to the beach and surfed, walked along the boardwalk at Venice Beach and cruised the Pacific Coast Highway! I also got the chance to know my sister’s boyfriend, Jeff and his mother. My sister and I had some really amazing talks and got to know each other a lot better. We have not been able to really talk a lot over the years. Also, I was able to sit next to some amazing people on both the flight down and the flight up and talk about the Faith for 2.5 hours, it was crazy, people are so hungry for Jesus! Anyways, it was a great trip and I love all of you down in L.A. and am praying for you always!
God Bless,
Brett

Matt Maher, John & L.A.

2006-08-22T14:30:00.000-07:00

So much has happened since my last blog entry. I had an amazing time with the Youth and Young at heart adults at the Matt Maher Concert down at St. Vinney’s in Federal Way. It was some amazing praise and worship, the likes of which I haven’t heard since my days at CCF up at Western, it was a much need boost for me and the kids. I also ran into some awesome peeps from the Shalomer, which is always good.

I also was finally able to hook up with my new friend John (who is from Gonzaga and is looking into going to law school as well) and have 1 drink. Yes one drink, it was a super strong Long Island, I only tasted liquor and the cherry at the bottom was the killer, just like the worm. He asked me if I wanted another, but it alone was good enough to make me go up and sing YMCA karaoke, so I declined his generous offer. We talked about how awesome it is to be Catholic and just had such and awesome time! Thanks Buddy and I hope to hang with you soon again!

Finally as I write this blog frantically, I am taking off to L.A. to see my sister, my little niece Kaiya and Jeff. I am totally stoked to see all of them and go to California, I havn’t been to L.A. in 3 years or so. I hope you are all doing well and I will fill ya in when I get back!
God Bless,
Brett

Colin Parrish, A Prayer/Ditty To My Imprudent Friend

2006-08-17T14:23:00.000-07:00

Couldn’t
Our
Lord
Instruct
Named

Person
Against
Repeatedly
Rash
Imprudence
Super
Haste

Written in the wee morning hour @ 4 a.m. on Friday, August 17, 2006 after a late night call by above mentioned friend to leave a humorous voicemail which ended up waking the author of this magnificent little ditty up because of the stupid cell phone alarm system (or the ignorance of owner of cell phone) that wont wake up desperately tired author unless sound setting is on loud. LORD LET ME SLEEP!

Although this could be revenge for this photo of the culprit snapped by yours truly… Wakey Wakey Colin!

Its been a long time...

2006-08-14T23:14:00.001-07:00

It has been hard to keep up on this thing, I am not usually a person who journals their life, and I think that this is just an online version of a journal. Anyways a lot has happened since my last post but too much to discuss in a timely manner so I will give an abridged version. A wedding, a reunion, actually 3 reunions, a new tire, a lot of shenanigans, a tour of a local biker diver bar (that was fun), new books/music that I have been perusing, a good albeit expensive cigar (a rarity), good food and deep talks, lack of sleep, a great garden party (I love being Catholic) where I met Brendan Fraser’s parents (the actor in such films as Bedazzled & The Mummy), studying like crazy for the LSAT (pray for me!), a prank, political/moral debates, swimming and 4 birthdays, 3 of which were today! Phew, that is a lot, oh and today at Daily Mass I found out it was St. Maximilian Kolbe’s feast day (he is an awesome saint and I know one man in particular, one of which had his birthday this week who loves him.). He started the Militia of the Immaculata (of which I would like to join someday), which is devoted to the spreading of the gospel and of devotion to our Lady. Here is a link to learn more about him:

http://www.catholic-forum.com/saints/saintm01.htm

Well, a short talk about my day today before I go pray. It was the birthday of my uncle Fred; he is such an awesome man, so charitable and such a servant. Every time I would come over to see my grandpa Fred Sr., my uncle would get up from watching the M’s game (his favorite sport) and would insist on making me some food and offer me his chair to sit in to watch the game and hang out with my Grandpa. We , me my mother and my uncle, all went out this evening and got some drinks and food at one of his favorite places, The Spaghetti Factory, and shared many stories of our lives, so much fun!! I also got to see him at daily Mass today, double bonus!

The other birthday today that I will make note of is my friend since kindergarten at IC/OLPH parochial school, Matt. He wasn’t around today but I know when he gets back from being with his family we will have to celebrate him turning 25, I quarter a century!! That is crazy for me. It seems like only yesterday when we were playing on the jungle gym, going to school dances and serving as alter boys. Well, we will have to PROST! (as the Germans say) to the memories of the past and those of the future! May God Bless both of them on there birthday’s today!

Novena Prayer to
St. Maximilian Kolbe

O Lord Jesus Christ, who said, "greater love than this no man has that a man lay down his life for his friends," through the intercession of St. Maximilian Kolbe whose life illustrated such love, we beseech you to grant us our petitions . . .

(here mention the requests you have).

Through the Militia Immaculata movement, which Maximilian founded, he spread a fervent devotion to Our Lady throughout the world. He gave up his life for a total stranger and loved his persecutors, giving us an example of unselfish love for all men - a love that was inspired by true devotion to Mary. Grant, O Lord Jesus, that we too may give ourselves entirely without reserve to the love and service of our Heavenly Queen in order to better love and serve our fellowman in imitation of your humble servant, Maximilian. Amen.

(Say 3 Hail Marys and a Glory Be)

Prayer, Explanation, Begining

2006-08-02T19:35:00.000-07:00

In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit.
Lord Jesus Christ, true God and true man, may your Holy Spirit watch over this blog and all of those who read it so that we all may be drawn closer to your Sacred Heart through the powerful intercession of all the saints and angles and our beloved Mother Mary’s most Immaculate Heart. I ask this through Our Lord Jesus Christ your son, who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God forever and ever, Amen.

So this is my inaugural post for my new blog and I am sure many of you are wondering why I chose the title Be Not Afraid, Ephphatha two Metanoia? Let me break it apart so I can share the reflection that I have had on this title.

Be Not Afraid- this comes from Mathew 14:27 and this whole passage is about faith! In fact the whole structure of Matthew chapter 14 drew me to this particular point because it seems the central phrase of the whole chapter. It starts out with the martyrdom of St. John the Baptist (whom Jesus really loved). This speaks to me of the sacrifice of following Jesus and St. John the Baptists trust in Jesus to hand over his life. The next part talks about the feeding of the five thousand, an amazing miracle to behold. Jesus went away to be alone in a deserted place; for some solitude, but the people had such great need of him they followed him there. He was moved with pity and healed many. Not only that he also took what little they had to offer him (the 5 loaves and 2 fishes) and he fed everyone (very Eucharistic). This reminds me of how Jesus takes the little that I am and fills not only my life, but those around me with himself. The next story talks about the walking on the water and his calming of the storm. How many times in my own life have a been tossed in a sea of despair, fear and sadness and Christ came to me, pulled me up and rebuked all that drew me away from him? “Truly, he is the Son of God.” And finally Christ walks among us and heals us like in Gennesaret. Read all of Chapter 14 prayerfully and see the powerful effect it will have on you! I also must say one of my personal heroes, John Paul II, said this at the beginning of his pontificate to a world devastated by war, famine and fear. “BE NOT AFRAID!”

Ephphatha- this is a Greek form of a Aramaic work meaning “Be Opened”. It can be found in Mark 7:31-37. This story has a man with a speech impediment who is also deaf being brought to Jesus for healing by others. They could probably not even understand him most of the time, but like the good friends they were brought him to Jesus because they new he could cure him. I find in my own life also, that often times I can’t tell others exactly what is wrong with me, but they bring me to Jesus in their prayers and I visit him and he hears me, opens me and heals me with his love. Like in the passage he takes me away (in solitude) to a secluded place and touches me and frees me from all my agonies.

Two- yes, even this has meaning to me, it is like that Will Smith song “Just the two of Us” Me and Jesus are going to be buds for life, cause he is the life!

Metanoia- This is also a Greek word that is found many places in the New testament Greek. Metanoia means to turn around..... with the idea of stopping and going in a new direction. The idea expresses a fundamental change in direction, a new way of life. The assumption in the preaching of John the Baptist through Jesus to the first apostolic sermons is that we are on the wrong path, moving away from God. To do penance, to convert is to make an about face and take a new path of conversion from sin to salvation. Our thoughts are changed to be in harmony with God's thoughts and our ways are changed to His ways.

I hope you enjoy this blog as much as I do when writing and feel free to add any comments you wish.

To close, I will have some prayers that I enjoy to recite so as to draw closer to God.

Pater Noster
Our Father,
who art in Heaven,
hallowed by Thy name,
Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done
on earth as it is in Heaven.
Give us this day our daily bread,
and forgive us our trespasses
as we forgive those who trespass against us.
And lead us not into temptation
but deliver us from evil.
Amen

Ave Maria
Hail Mary, full of grace,
the Lord is with Thee.
Blessed art Thou among women
And Blessed is the fruit of Thy womb, Jesus.

Holy Mary, Mother of God
Pray for us sinners now
and at the hour of our death.
Amen

Gloria
Glory be to the Father
and to the Son
and to the Holy Spirit.
As it was in the beginning
is now, and ever shall be,
world without end.
Amen

Act of Contrition
O my God, I am sorry and beg pardon for all my sins, and detest them above all things, because they deserve They dreadful punishments, because they have crucified my loving Saviour Jesus Christ and, most of all, becuase they offend Thine infinite goodness; and I firmly resolve, by the help of Thy grace, never to offend Thee again, and carefully to avoid the occasions of sin. Amen

Memorare
Remember, O most gracious Virgin Mary, that never was it known that anyone who fled to your protection, implored your help, or sought your intercession, was left unaided. Inspired then with confidence, I fly unto you, O Virgin of virgins, my Mother! To you do I come, before you I stand, sinful and sorrowful. O Mother of the Word Incarnate, despise not my petitions, but in your mercy, hear and answer me. Amen
Sts. Peter, Paul James, John and Joseph, Pray for us!
In the Name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen.