Posted by
Trubador on Wednesday, July 19, 2006 10:55:32 AM
Part 6 – The Outskirts of Birmingham
The first morning in an Alabama hotel room, I’m woken by the
echoing sound of a woodpecker pecking away on a tree. (What is it with these birds early
in the morning?) After
getting washed and dressed, I go to grab a bite to eat at the local I-Hop. At a
small table on the opposite side of the dining area is a group of five older
gentlemen going through a bible study. I make a mental note that it’s not 6:30 in the morning. (Inside joke. My Wednesday morning bible study group meets at 6:30 in the morning.... ugh!... I'm NOT a morning person.)
From there I drive a few miles down the highway and make my way to
EWTN just outside of Birmingham. As throughout
portions of my trip up to that point, a certain amount of anxiety had once
again taken residence. Partly due to the fact that I’m in a new environment in
a distant and remote location. Partly due to a certain unsettledness about the
state of things in my life at the moment, I guess. Part of it is also the nagging remains of my
introverted past that creeps up every now and then.
I arrived at EWTN in time for the 9:30 mass at the Chapel.
A sloping A-frame
structure, with a modestly-sized interior – enough
pews for maybe 60 or 70 people. The chapel split in half with a reredos behind
the altar, behind which another set of pews (once used for the Poor Clare nuns when they were in residence,
and now used for the general public on Sundays and Holy Days of Obligation). The ceiling constructed of curved
slats of dark wood beams following the slope of the frame. Against the back of
the church are large panels of windows - depicting angels playing musical
instruments etched in frosted glass. Atop the reredos, behind the altar, is a
monstrance containing the Blessed Sacrament. And, once I enter the chapel, the
anxiety slowly begins to melt away.
After mass I walked the grounds and spent some time by an outdoor shrine
in the shape of a covered-V with an altar, a crucifix, and stained glass
windows in the two walls (the place is used on occasion for outdoor ceremonies and holy
rosaries). Between this
place and the chapel is a railing-enclosed grotto
with small angel statues amongst the greenery, flowers and jagged rock
formations. While here and in the little gift shop, I had the opportunity to
meet and talk with several other pilgrims visiting from Indiana (members of the Legion of
Mary) and Louisiana.
We talked about where we all were from, the reasons for coming on pilgrimage,
the state of the Church in general and of our parishes in particular. Genuinely
wonderful people.
Later, I went through a tour of the impressive yet cramped
facilities where they showed you all the inner workings of the network - uplinks,
downlinks, production house, editing stations, control rooms, taping rooms,
archives, monitors, international feeds, graphics, sets, backdrops.
On site are 9 satellite dishes
of various sizes (7 of which are currently in use) - all adorned with star-shaped
lightning deflectors. And the studios
where many of their programs are aired or taped.
The tour guide pointed out handwritten inscriptions atop the door
jams of several of the building entrances. The inscription read 20+C+M+B+06. It’s a Polish blessing from the
celebration of the Epiphany at the beginning of the year. It stands for the
year 2006, and in between the year are the initials of the Three Wise Men or
Magi who brought gifts to the Infant Jesus (each symbol separated by the sign of the cross). And I thought of Skip (a Pole - just like our
late Pope John Paul II - who was a member of my parish and my Wednesday morning
men’s bible study group, and who passed away suddenly late last year).
Afterwards, I stopped by a creek on the northern edge of the
property, and paused for some quiet reflection and contemplation as the stream
trickled over the layers of rock. And then... the rain came.
One quick note about the weather. It’s the south. It’s springtime.
So when they say “there’s a 20% chance of rain” it doesn’t mean that’s the
“odds” of it raining on a particular day. It means that for 20% of the day it will rain. Sometimes quite suddenly, and
quite fiercely, with thunder & lightning never experienced before. Fast
moving clouds the forever shift eastward at a high clip. And the landscape is
very green, tons of tall trees in these deep, jagged crags and gorges of rocky
canyons.
After leaving briefly for an early dinner, I returned to EWTN to
be in the audience for a taping of Fr.
Mitch Pacwa’s TV program, “Threshold of Hope” (which airs on Tuesday
nights). It’s a series
that goes through the encyclicals of the late Pope John Paul II paragraph by
paragraph, and Fr. Pacwa was early into the apostolic letter entitled,
“Familiaris Consortio” – an exhortation on the family as a communion of
persons. Fr. Pacwa’s a very personable and likeable fellow, and he walks into
the studio wearing traditional casual priestly garb: black slacks, black shirt,
white collar... and black cowboy boots, a white cowboy hat, and a big grin.
Before the beginning of the taping of the episode, and also
halfway through the taping during the break, we in the audience were able to
talk with Father and ask some questions. And I was lucky enough to be one of
the people to ask a question on camera in the second half of the program. (Episode#181) After the taping, I had the chance to shake his hand and tell him
how much I’ve enjoyed watching his programs.
I headed back to the hotel where I was staying, several miles down
the highway, and was able to watch that exact episode aired on EWTN later that
evening. It was very surreal watching myself on TV asking a question I had just
got done asking only two hours earlier.