It was a quiet morning at leisure and many of the group was
heading off to the religious shopping district to buy goodies to take back to
Australia. Given that Chris was not feeling fabulous and needed a visit from the doc, I decided to stay pretty
close to the Domus with him, went for a walk, mooched around, took some pics of
this amazing piece of Australia in Rome and had a lovely lunch at a trattoria
around the corner...Veal Limone and Rigatoni Meatball. Yum!
The afternoon session was a pilgrimage walk in the
footsteps, not of St Paul this time, but of St Mary of the Cross MacKillop,
that very troublesome Aussie woman.
Mary journeyed to Rome at a very turbulent time in Italian history to
visit the Pope and gain papal approval for the rule of her sisters. So we headed off in light rain, past Termini
Station where Mary would have arrived in Rome and then on to some of the places
where she either lived, prayed or sought support. One point of interest was St Andrews’
church, place of regular worship for Mary and the place where St Stanislaus
Kostka lived, a young Jesuit seminarian who was canonized for his good works. The
chapel is small but quite stunning with a lot of coloured marble. Beyond this
small chapel we saw the Presidential Palace, not that it had anything to
do with Mary per se but it was an important part of Italian history. The next
stop was to be at the Church of St Agatha of the Goths which is a tiny church that
was originally home to Aryans who supported the Aryan heresy that denied the
divinity and humanity of Christ. When the Aryans were overthrown in the 6th
century the church reopened as a place of Catholic worship. It was a surprising
little oasis of peace. Looking fairly run down and small from the street, we descended
into a courtyard and entered through small doors into a beautiful worship space
where quiet organ music was playing. A real sense of history in the nondescript
building.
It had been another interesting day, perhaps today seeing
things that only pilgrims to the holy city would be likely to see. The little
churches along the way revealed stories that both educated and inspired. And so
ends another day.
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