I’ve
always dreamt about meeting the pope in person; it was one of my most cherished
dreams. Since I was born wit John Paul II being at the helm of the Church, I
always wanted to meet him personally; his death had thwarted those hopes for the
meantime (I’m looking forward to meet him in heaven).
But
when it was announced that Benedict XVI was going to Valencia in the summer of 2006 to
conclude the fifth World Meeting of Families, I was excited at the opportunity
that had presented itself, most especially when it was made known that he had
reserved a special meeting with seminarians.
The
affair in Valencia was slated for summer, during the first week of July. At
that time I was working in a summer camp, teaching English to a group of unruly
Spanish teenagers, in order to earn money in preparation for my diaconal
ordination and for the plane ticket back to the Philippines. The camp was held
at El Poblado, a property owned by
the Opus Dei, quite near to the only sanctuary properly owned by this personal
prelature (the sanctuary of Our Lady of Torreciudad). It was designed to keep
youngsters busy for three weeks during the summer months, allow them to learn a
bit more of English, and for members of the Opus Dei, this was a fine
opportunity to proselytize.
The
seminary where I was studying in Pamplona had organized a trip to Valencia, to
be there with the Holy Father when he came. For us who were out of town, we
were to join the rest of the seminary community there. And so, with the rest of
the summer camp (who also went to Valencia to meet up with the Prelate of Opus
Dei, among other things), I made the four-hour drive to the capital of the
Valencian province. The city was already packed with pilgrims and participants.
The kids were accommodated in one of the centers of the Work, while I joined
the rest of the seminarians from Bidasoa (as the seminary was called, short for
Colegio Eclesiastico Internacional
Bidasoa). It was a welcome respite, since being with a bunch of rowdy kids
could be very stressful, starting from day one.
The
Holy Father arrived in Valencia on July 8; from the airport there was a
motorcade that lead him directly to the cathedral, where he was welcomed by the
city’s notables. A great number of religious and clergy were waiting to meet
him inside the cathedral. From the cathedral he walked the short distance to
the adjacent basilica of Nuestra Señora
de los Desamparados (Our Lady of the Forlorn), were he stood for a few
moments in prayer.
I
got my first real glimpse of him as he was crossing from the cathedral to the
basilica: a distant figure dressed in white and red, with the white skullcap
almost undistinguishable from his snowy white hair. When the people assembled
in the plaza (we were there since seven in the morning) came to know that the
Holy Father was within a few meters, we all became very excited. I was situated
not far from the stage where he was about to appear. It was decorated with a
huge mural of Our Lady; at the foot of the mural stood the throne where he was
to occupy. There were a lot of seminarians coming from different parts of Spain
as well.
After
some minutes, about quarter of an hour perhaps, he finally came out to meet us.
The Holy Father wasn’t very tall, and yet he had this presence that made him
stand out. We all erupted into cheers as he waved at us. Finally, when he had
settled on the throne he, addressed all present, but spared a few words for us
seminarians that were gathered there. He talked to us about our vocation to the
priesthood, and the great part that our parents played in the story of our
vocation: the family is the best setting which best enables us to hear the call
of the Lord and to accept the gift of a vocation. He also told us to live
intensely the years of preparation in the seminary.
After
the traditional prayer of the Angelus, he imparted to us his blessing, and then
he was off. He passed quite near to where I was. Perhaps that was the time when
I made the decision not to return to the Philippines without first passing
through Rome. I told myself then, a seminarian about to be ordained, that this was
not to be the last time that I would find myself with Benedict XVI.
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