For me, one of the highlights for World youth Day celebration in Rio de Janeiro is the opportunity to see Pope Francis in person. So on the day Pope Francis was to arrive at Copacabana beach we were full of excitement and expectations of him. While waiting, we even joked about him coming via jet ski or by a wooden boat. That didn’t happen of course. Anyway, I tried to find my way into the crowd rubbing shoulders with thousands others who were all wishing to get close enough to the Pope when he passed by in his pope mobile. Like all others I had my camera ready to take a snap of Pope Francis when I had the chance. While waiting expectantly, we were also observing some signs of the Pope’s coming. So when we heard the siren of the police cars, the choppers buzzing around and the coastguards moving in closer to the beach, we knew that Pope Francis was on his way. So we started to press into the crowds again and rub shoulders with each others. But unlucky me, I didn’t have the chance to get any closer to him because as he got closer and closer to where we were, people started to outdo each other taking photos of the Pope or just wanting to see him in person or if lucky shake his hands even or just touch the ‘hem of his vestments’ so to speak. So I just backed off and offered a silent prayer hoping that this spirit of eagerness, excitement and expectant waiting of the Pope’s coming would be the same spirit that we have as we wait for the second coming of Jesus. But then I noticed another remarkable thing that made me stop and think again. There were some people there mingling with the crowd of pilgrims selling stuff such as water, refreshments, even chairs for the people to sit on while waiting, and some cardboard boxes hard enough to stand upon to get a better view of things happening around. That image just remained in me because it portrayed a direct contrast to the attitudes shown by most people there. While we pilgrims were trying to get a better position to see the Pope, with our cameras ready, hoping to get a good shot to show to our friends later on, these ambulant vendors were in a way serving the pilgrims by providing them with means as we were waiting. I am just amazed by the initiative of these people to blend into the crowd and thinking ahead what we might need or want as we wait.
Many of you might have heard of or seen the events of the World Youth Day held last week in Rio de Janeiro in Brazil. You might have seen footage of the famous Copacabana beach filled with people. I was there. You might not see me but I was one of more than 3 million young people from all parts of the world participating in the celebrations led by Pope Francis himself. But the final mass which was on Sunday that you might have seen or followed through the internet wasn’t originally planned to be at Copacabana beach. The Church had allocated another place for it. It was called Campos Fidei or ‘The Field of Faith’. However, the World Youth Day organizers had to make a last-minute decision on Friday not to have the Vigil there on Saturday night and the Final Mass on Sunday for the reason that it was being flooded. It was a disappointment for many because it took a lot of time, a lot of resources, a lot of effort to set up and a lot of people to design and to build. Not only that, the place was beautifully surrounded by mountains. The design was beautifully created and the templete and the altar was amazing. But what somehow consoled me and I believed for many others too, was Pope Francis’ comment on the change of the venue. The Pope said words to this effect: ‘We might not be at Campos Fidei, but it doesn’t matter, because the real Campos fidei, the real field of faith is our heart.’
Few weeks ago, I went to the doctor to have my injections as part of the requirement for the trip overseas. I had three shots and the doctor (an Egyptian man) said it would cost a significant amount. However, the doctor told me to pay only whatever I could afford to pay. When the injections were done, I went to the counter to settle my account but I was told: ‘Don’t worry, it’s all being taken care of.’ Apparently the doctor had decided that I wouldn’t have to pay for it. He just asked me to pray for him and to buy an image of Jesus for him from Brazil.
On my way back to Australia from the Philippines, I went through Singapore. I had to wait for six hours in the airport for my next flight to Australia. It was a long and boring wait. So to break the boredom of waiting, I started a conversation with another passenger, a Filipina on her way to the middle East. After introducing myself as a Catholic priest, she was taken aback and said that she is an adherent to the Islamic faith. Out of curiosity, she asked me: ‘As a priest, you are not allowed to marry, are you?’ I said: ‘Not in the Roman Catholic Church.’ She added: ‘But you’re still human, and you are still attracted to beautiful people, aren’t you?’ I said: ‘Yes, absolutely, but my case is no longer a matter of human attraction or of my being human, it is already a matter of commitment.’ Then I asked her in return: ‘As a married person, you’re still attracted to other people, are you?’ She affirmed. Then I continued: ‘But you can’t just get carried away by your attraction because you are already committed to someone. Are you? In the same way, my commitment is a Catholic priest. This is my ground, this is my foundation on which I always come back to every time I do something, I feel something, or even in the way I carry out myself.’ She seemed convinced and said she’d remember my explanation from that moment on.