Saints Peter and Paul Jesuit Detroit

Crossing downtown Detroit in lunch time traffic is not the easy task one imagines it to be. Pedestrians throng the intersections and continue to cross long after the light has changed. And the streets of downtown follow the "French" plan of radial streets converging in a twisted mass of intersections.

I navigated my way across downtown and found a handy parking lot behind Saints Peter and Paul and raced into Mass. The gospel reading that day centered around Jesus telling his disciples that the harvest is great and the workers few. This is a  gospel reading that many of us know so well. And yet hearing it that day I couldn't help but think that it's so very relevant today.

How many of us are willing to engage in the hard work required of us as Christians? Jesus doesn't shy away from the fact that following him will be difficult. In our world today I can't help but wonder if we as a culture have become adverse to difficulty. What is difficult is not worth attempting. Christianity, The Way, is difficult and that's precisely what makes it so powerful.

It can be difficult to love
It can be difficult to help others
It can be difficult to see Jesus in every face
It can be difficult to forgive

Is this why there are so few "workers" for the "harvest"?

Holy Redeemer - Detroit

Yes, this is the church made famous by the  The Rosary Murders. The film based on the book was actually filmed right here at Holy Redeemer. And yes, that may be reason enough to visit this magnificent church especially if you are a tourist or film buff.

An even better reason to visit this church is that Mass is offered here! And, well, the church sits right in the middle of a bustling neighborhood complete with thriving commercial strip. A church location like this has become a rarity in Detroit. Churches still anchor many neighborhoods in Detroit but the surrounding commercial structures are usually empty and long since closed. Here at Holy Redeemer you can exit the church and stroll down the block for coffee or ice cream, a particularly pleasant activity after Sunday Mass.

At one time the parish church was woven into the very fabric of the neighborhood and surrounding community and here at Holy Redeemer one gets that sense again. Church was a communal activity with the family walking to Mass together, greeting neighbors and friends on the front steps and afterwards walking through the neighborhood to get an ice cream or coffee and stopping again and again to chat with neighbors and parishioners. That scene has changed so much over the years. We so often drive to church, park in a sea of cars and scramble into Mass. Though sometimes we stay for doughnuts afterwards, more often we race to the exit to beat the parking lot madness.

The weekday afternoon that I attended Mass at Holy Redeemer was bright, cool and clear. After Mass I took a stroll along the commercial strip and even stopped for lunch before heading back to work.

Saint Charles Borromeo - Detroit

The ancient church was few in numbers and often persecuted. With no designated building to worship in and the need to worship in secret the early Christians met in houses. As the number of believers grew these houses must have grown crowded and uncomfortable, warm with the heat of bodies. And yet despite the obvious discomforts and fear of persecution these believers continued to come for Mass, they continued to gather around the table and share the body and blood of our Savior. Despite having to risk their earthly lives to worship the ancient church grew, attracting ever more people eager to hear the Good News.

I was reminded of all this when I attended weekday Mass at Saint Charles Borromeo in Detroit. Navigating through a forlorn neighborhood of Detroit, I arrived at the church nestled on the edge of the hip West Village area. As I ascended the steps to the church a lone figure sitting at the top step told me that Mass is celebrated in the rectory on Wednesdays. So off to the rectory I went and rang the doorbell. The man who answered turned out to be the parish priest, he introduced himself and his dog and invited me in. Mass was celebrated in the dining room at a heavy wood table that must have been as old as the house itself. The warm wood had a faint zebra pattern to the grain and gleamed with years of careful polish. Set to the side of the table was the heavy silver vessel holding the body of our Lord.

Seven of us gathered around the table to celebrate Mass and I couldn't help reflecting on the ancient church. We gathered around this table to share the Good News, united in Christ. Mass was followed by coffee and cake and we sat and talked and got to know one another. The early Christians must have done a similar thing after Mass, taking time to share food and getting to know their fellow believers.


Over two thousand years and we still are gathering at His table.

Charlie the dog. Charlie spent Mass sleeping near my feet. During cake and coffee he was everyone's friend as he looked for a treat.

All Saints - Detroit

I double checked my list of weekday Mass times and locations. And I even took a minute to telephone the rectory so I could hear the recorded Mass schedule once more. Driving out along Fort Street past endless industrial buildings and empty commercial spaces I wondered more than once if perhaps this Catholic church had already closed. As I neared the location of the church the traffic of semi tractor trailers was growing thicker. Then in the near distance I saw a massive complex of a building with a sign atop proclaiming Detroit Produce Terminal. The trucks were like bees swarming in and out of a hive. Each trailer was emblazoned with the name and logo of a grocery store familiar to Detroiters. I had found where our produce comes from but would I find this church?

Not much farther I spotted All Saints church. And better yet, I spotted many people milling about the side entry of the brick church. I promptly parked and made my way over to the group of parishioners. When I informed them I was here for Mass, they looked at me quizzically and told me that Mass was not celebrated on Wednesday morning. This group of parishioners was here as volunteers for the soup kitchen in the church's social hall. Then the words of a nun I met at St. Christopher in Detroit sprang into my head, her gentle reminder that Christ has called us all to help one another in any way we can.

God gave me reminder that morning. We are here to serve one another, we are here to love one another. I stayed and helped at the soup kitchen and silently said a prayer of thanks to God.

Our Lady Queen of Heaven - Detroit

Our Lady Queen of Heaven is located on the East side of Detroit.

The windows of Catholic churches are works of sacred art that are meant to engage the viewer in a dialogue of salvation history. Our windows are rich with symbolism and rich with the narratives of the Old and New Testaments.

The window below startled me when I first saw it. During Mass I kept turning my head to glimpse it. And the more I looked at it, the more I wanted to ask those around me about its meaning. When Mass ended the church cleared out fast and I was left alone to contemplate the window in silence.

Saint Hyacinth - Detroit

This year I observed the Solemnity of the Most Sacred Heart of Jesus at Saint Hyacinth parish in Detroit. I was happy to see a familiar face in the pews and went over to introduce myself. So often we spot the familiar face at church and never take the time to introduce ourselves. We wave or nod a greeting and leave it at that. We become familiar strangers. Familiar strangers praying together when we should be a familiar and loving  family praying together.

United as the Body of Christ is a very intimate state of being, an intimate way of coming together and therefor we should know one another. We are brothers and sisters in Christ.  Young people new to the area, seniors alone in the pew,  families with loud children, we are all one.

 During Mass we recited/prayed the Litany of the Sacred Heart of Jesus. Together as a family we called on God to show divine mercy. Each invocation is an aspect of God's love for us.

Lord, have mercy	Lord, have mercy
Christ, have mercy	Christ, have mercy
Lord, have mercy	Lord, have mercy
God our Father in heaven	have mercy on us
God the Son, Redeemer of the world	have mercy on us
God the Holy Spirit	have mercy on us
Holy Trinity, one God	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, Son of the eternal Father	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, formed by the Holy Spirit in
the womb of the Virgin Mother	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, one with the eternal Word	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, infinite in majesty	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, holy temple of God	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, tabernacle of the Most High	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, house of God and gate of
heaven	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, aflame with love for us	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, source of justice and love	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, full of goodness and love	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, well-spring of all virtue	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, worthy of all praise	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, king and center of all hearts	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, treasure-house of wisdom
and knowledge	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, in whom there dwells the
fullness of God	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, in whom the Father is
Well pleased	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, from whose fullness we
have all received	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, desire of the eternal hills	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, patient and full of mercy	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, generous to all who turn
to you	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, fountain of life and holiness	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, atonement for our sins	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, overwhelmed with insults	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, broken for our sins	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, obedient even to death	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, pierced by a lance	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, source of all consolation	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, our life and resurrection	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, our peace and reconciliation have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, victim of our sins	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, salvation of all who trust
in you	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, hope of all who die in you	have mercy on us
Heart of Jesus, delight of all the saints	have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world	have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world	have mercy on us
Lamb of God, you take away
the sins of the world	have mercy on us
Jesus, gentle and humble of heart.	Touch our hearts
	and make them like your own.

Let us pray.
Father, we rejoice in the gifts of love we have received from the heart of Jesus your Son. Open our hearts to share his life and continue to bless us with his love. We ask this in the name of Jesus the Lord. Amen.

Saint Philomena

The history of saint and possible martyr Philomena is fascinating. In the early 1800s the remains of a young woman were found in the Catacomb of Priscilla. Inscribed on tiles with the remains is the name Philomena. Some decades later, and many miracles later, it was concluded that the inscribed tiles and the remains come from differing periods. The tiles have proved to be much older than the remains of the young woman.

Saint Philomena Church sits on the far Eastern edge of Detroit. Housed in what once was a school gym, the church has a wonderful set of Stations of the Cross. Painted in bold colors and composed of clean lines and forms they have a quiet beauty about them. One can't help being drawn into these stations, they invite contemplation of the Passion. And that's just what I did. Sitting still, staying silent and contemplating. The combination of the church and stations was the perfect setting for meditating on the Faith.

Friends often ask me why a church building is necessary for contemplating God and for meditation. Of course we meditate outside among Creation; on mountaintops and in parks or in gardens and beautiful valleys. And we meditate in the church, a place of dedicated worship. The church, as a building, is a place we can always retreat to in times of sorrow and times of joy. The church, as a building, is a refuge. It is a place we should use more often than just Sunday Mass. We must discover the silent joy of meditating in our house of worship.

After Mass I met a lovely woman that maintains the beautiful flowers planted around the church and takes great care in setting up seasonal decorations in the gathering space of the entryway. In her mid-eighties she told me that work has kept her young. Maybe work is not the correct word for great joy shone in her face when she showed me her gardening and decorating skills. Joy and passion through work has kept her young.