Feeling connected! When did you feel connected in a powerful way to some place in our Vincentian Heritage?

Reading the reflection below reminded me of an experience over 30 years ago when at the mid-point of a 30 day retreat at Mt. Manresa on Staten Island my retreat director, a Sister of Charity of Halifax, Maureen Skelly, suggested that on my “break day” I take the ferry and visit the Shrine of Elizabeth Ann Seton at the foot of Manhattan’s State Street.

I was unprepared for the impact it had on me… and still has as is witnessed by the fact that three decades later the experience is still fresh in my mind.  As I stood at the front entrance at looked out over New York Harbor I remember thinking  that is the view that Elizabeth also experienced. This was truly “holy ground”! On the ferry ride back I continued to feel deeply connected.

When I read Father Knott’s reflection upon Catholic pioneer, Mother Catherine Spalding’s of a new statue of Mother Catherine Spalding, foundress of the Sisters of Charity of Nazareth I relived once again that profound experience of being connected.

I encourage you read the following essay and name and claim your own experience of feeling connected to our Vincentian Heritage.

Feeling Connected
We are surrounded by a great cloud of witnesses. —Hebrews 12:1

One of the most fascinating events I have ever participated in took place on the hot summer afternoon of July 26, 2015, when a statue of Mother Catherine Spalding was dedicated on public property in front of the Cathedral of the Assumption.

As a former pastor of that sacred place, it hit me more than once that I had served the Church and the people of downtown Louisville, on the same holy ground where she and her Sisters had served. I have always been proud of the fact that I had been taught by her community from 1950–1958 down in St. Theresa Academy and later St. Theresa School in Rhodelia, Kentucky, but I found myself additionally proud that I had served in the very same place where Mother Catherine had served. I felt connected to her in a very special way that day.

Catherine Spalding was born in 1793. At the age of four, shortly after moving to Nelson County, Kentucky, her mother died. She was raised in several different homes before she was 10 years old, including one home with 14 children. In these formative years, she learned independence, the value of hard work, an enduring spirit, and the vital importance of education, especially for young women and girls.

It truly seems unbelievable in today’s times, but in 1812 at the age of 19, Catherine was elected by her peers to lead the formation the Sisters of Charity of Nazareth. By the time of her death, the order extended to over 100 members in 16 convents. Today the community has almost 600 members worldwide.

During the dedication, as I sat there thinking of Mother Catherine and her Sisters, I realized that since ordination I have been “surrounded by a cloud of witnesses.” I was honored to be pastor of Holy Name of Mary Church in Calvary, Kentucky, the home parish of Martin John Spalding who went on to be the fourth bishop of Louisville and later archbishop of Baltimore, Maryland.

In Louisville, I was successor to Stephen Badin, first priest ordained in the United States, who was pastor of the city’s first parish, St. Louis, which later evolved into the Cathedral parish. I was successor as well to Ignatius Reynolds who became bishop of Charleston, South Carolina, John McGill who became bishop of Richmond, Virginia, and John Lancaster Spalding who became bishop of Peoria, Illinois. Bishop Medley of Owensboro, Kentucky, had been my associate pastor.

I remembered Bishop Flaget, whose undercroft tomb I had visited hundreds of times and the fact that he had lived and preached on the same property as I had. I remembered Archbishop Kelly, with whom I had lived for 14 years in the same house where famous cardinals, bishops, priests and dignitaries had lived or visited.

As my mind reviewed the history of that sacred place, I felt connected to Mother Catherine. After all, we had both served the parishioners and prayed there, each in our own time.