Our day began with a visit to the simple, sweet Immaculate, Heart of Mary Church on the outskirts of Vetralla. It was perfect for Fr. Jim and I to sing “Open My Eyes Lord,”with all our hearts. It has been our pilgrimage theme song.
We’re on pilgrimage to the tomb of St. Peter’s and we’re getting fairly close. It just seemed appropriate that we spend the morning discussing him, his brokenness, his hardheadedness, his desire to take control, his unwillingness to let Jesus take care of his fragile parts. The absolutely wonderful thing, of courses, is that Jesus never lets go of him…or us. And that is very good news.
Matthew 14:25–33: During the fourth watch of the night, he came toward them, walking on the sea. 26 When the disciples saw him walking on the sea they were terrified. “It is a ghost,” they said, and they cried out in fear. At once [Jesus] spoke to them, “Take courage, it is I; do not be afraid.” Peter said to him in reply, “Lord, if it is you, command me to come to you on the water.” He said, “Come.” Peter got out of the boat and began to walk on the water toward Jesus. But whenhe saw how [strong] the wind was he became frightened; and, beginning to sink, he cried out, “Lord, save me!” Immediately Jesus stretched out his hand and caught him, and said to him, “O you of little faith, why did you doubt?” After they got into the boat, the wind died down. Those who were in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.” in the boat did him homage, saying, “Truly, you are the Son of God.”
It was a long day — 17 miles if my iPhone is to be trusted. It was split between an utterly satisfying forest walk, and then a very long, fairly flat walk through chestnut orchards. We passed through the attractive, even charming town of Capronica, visiting its churches, and then made our way to Sutri, picking up snacks (no gelato! The horror!!!) and then another couple of miles out of our way to our agriturismo.
On this, my 26th day of walking, it had to happen, it finally rained and thundered and then a crazy windstorm. It was crazy and exciting. We were prepared and yet still got soaked. We have wet things everywhere. The power was out, and there was no hot water for shower number one but we just got word that the hot water is back on — now to shower #2!!!!
Love from your priest,
Fr. Patrick
Great pictures! What a wonderful reflection for the day. At some point in our lives, we could be Peter, but what’s important is that we come back to our senses, and finally open our eyes and hearts to God’s love and mercy. Sorry you missed your gelato. I’m glad you and Fr. Jim made it to your hotel safe. Blessings.
Chestnuts for deer!!! Everything wet!!! Is there a prayer to dry out gear? Time for your community to rally round you. Hotels are good, but we’re praying for you too.