The
professor was talking about the councils of Christian antiquity when the
vibrations in my pocket told me that my cell phone had just received a message.
Being in class and judging it not to be that urgent, I decided to let it be and
see it later. But after five minutes or so curiosity got the better of me and
so I glanced at it to see whose message it was. It was from my mom, asking me
if it was possible for a pope to resign, since it was on the news that Pope
Benedict had just made known his decision to step down. A bit stunned by it, I
immediately got into the Internet, trying to see if it were true. It was
already about half past twelve in the morning of Monday, February 11, 2013, and
I was in the middle of our class in the history of the ecumenical councils of
Christian antiquity. The news that I read left me very stunned: the Pope had
made known his decision to step down by the end of the month, for reasons of
old age, due to which he acknowledged his increasing incapacity to remain in
the exercise of his ministry.
The
classroom, being situated in the bowels of the building, was usually chilly;
the news struck me cold. The professor’s voice became a droning sound in my
ears, as I realized that this was something that hasn’t been done for a very
long time, and which up until now, though provided for by canon law, was
hypothetical, something that the popes of the twentieth century had not
done—though contemplated by some—even when the going went rough in the Church.
Certainly
the news was a bombshell, which at that moment was making rounds all around the
globe. I managed to contain myself up until the end of the class, when I
finally got to share the news:“The Holy Father has made known his plan to
abdicate”, I said. There was incredulity in everybody’s face. I was afraid for
a moment that I wasn’t able to make myself clear; I chose to read the most
essential part of the Pope’s address, delivered just that morning. I could
barely read it, since I was choked with the emotion of the moment.
Nobody
talked of anything else all throughout the day. Once again Pope Benedict has
surprised us. They used to speak of Blessed John Paul II as the “Pope of
surprises”, but I think this present pontificate that’s about to come to a
close has been one full of surprises. But this last surprise has been the most
unprecedented one of all, well for the last six hundred years at least.
And so it ends. As we may read and hear a
lot of things about the Holy Father during these last days, I was moved to
think about my own experience of Benedict XVI. This pontiff was at the helm of
a very crucial moment of my young life: he was there as I made the last
preparations before getting ordained to the priesthood, and as I made my first
steps in the priestly life. He was the Pope of the formative years of my
priesthood. Now as he steps down, I’m having a feeling that the curtain is
about to be drawn on a certain period in my life. Though the years will have to
confirm it still, I have a feeling that the formative years of my early priesthood
are coming to a gradual close. It’s coincidental that I was able to witness
live that event when, as Pope Benedict XVI, he first stepped onto the balcony
of St. Peter’s as Pope, soon after his election; I was then a theology student
in the Ecclesiastical Sciences building of the University of Navarra. Years
later, more than seven to be exact, in the same building, now as a priest, I
came upon the news of his stepping down.
With the shocking news, I returned to that
spring day in 2005, the day when this man first entered, shyly though it may
seem but with a firm step, into the public spotlight.
……
The death of Pope John Paul II on the
second of April was something that we would certainly never forget. The drama
of the endless surge of people coming into St. Peter’s Basilica in order to pay
their last respects to a man whose giant figure defined the better part of the
last decades of the 20th century, and the huge farewell which was
his funeral was still fresh on our minds. Soon after the funeral, the
preparations for the conclave began in earnest. For a much younger generation,
this was going to be the first experience of transition that we ever had in the
Church; it was an exciting time to be in. I considered myself lucky to be
closer to Rome those days (relatively closer than I would’ve had I been in the
Philippines), and the air of expectation that was building up in Rome was
enough to reach us in Spain.
The day the conclave started, I watched the
proceedings intently, absorbed in something which up until that time I had only
read during my earlier days in the seminary, or watched in some videos about
the papacy. We were praying for a short conclave: among other things, the
demise of John Paul II really left us feeling orphaned, and it was strange not
hearing the name of the Pope being mentioned in the Eucharistic Prayer.
The 19th of April started
normally enough. Black smoke issued from the famous chimney that had been
installed on the roof of the Sistine Chapel by midmorning, announcing that the
cardinals had not come up with the election.
At class that afternoon, we were having
Sacred Scripture with Don Vicente Balaguer. Owing to the Internet connection
that the classroom had (there was no Wifi in those days, unlike now), we had
asked the professor if we could keep the screen down in order to monitor the
election via on the Vatican website while class was going on. Don Vicente said
it was okay, since he himself was anxious to see what the afternoon’s balloting
would bring. The period ended with nothing special. The next period was a class
on Dogmatics, and we had Don Francisco Lucas Mateo-Seco as our professor. He
ordered the screen to lifted and the computer turned off, since this would
distract us (and him, presumably) from the class.
Just as the class was about to end, Don
Vicente Balaguer went by in order to announce that the chimney had just emitted
white smoke. We tried to reconnect with the Vatican website but, as one could
suppose, at the same time, millions were trying to do same thing. We weren’t
able to have a good connection, but we could see white smoke issuing from the
famous iron chimney.
Outside the classroom, there was major
pandemonium. Some were undecided whether to go home or wait for the historic
announcement that would reveal the new pope’s identity to the world. Some
professors were looking for the dean, who later on told them that classes were
suspended for the afternoon. A group—myself included—crowded into a small room
with an equally small television set which at the moment lacked an antenna for
it to function well. Somebody produced a fountain pen, which served
considerably well for the purpose. Everybody was tense; in the images
broadcasted from St. Peter’s Square we could see the crowd increasing by the
minute. People were flocking to the square—some were running—and soon the place
was jam-packed with people. The excitement in the square seemed to ooze into
the room where we stood. Minutes later, the glass doors of the central balcony
of the façade of the great basilica opened, and the same ceremonial played out
several times before in the past was once enacted before our very eyes.
“Habemus
Papam!” was the announcement that elicited shouts of joy and revelry from
the crowd far below the balcony, something duplicated in all parts of the
world. We erupted in cheers when we heard that. It’s quite amusing to consider
the thought that we all knew what the cardinal proto-deacon had to say, and yet
it was as if we were hearing it for the first time.
When Cardinal Medina-Estevez mentioned the
name Josephum, it dawned on us that
it had to be Ratzinger, something that was confirmed after a few moments. The
good cardinal knew how to elicit suspense from the world audience, which
practically breathless until he said Ratzinger!
with flourish.
The crowd went bonkers, unbelievably, at
least for me at that time. I wasn’t familiar with this German cardinal until
after the death of Pope John Paul, and I had images of a stern, disciplinarian
cardinal in my mind, partly fed by mainstream media. But the death and funeral
of the great pope—now his successor—had relayed a different image of Ratzinger,
as well as more of his brilliance and deep spirituality, thanks to the homilies
that he had delivered during the papal funeral and the Mass before the conclave
began.
But the crowd went crazy with joy, despite
of that picture. We had a pope, and we weren’t orphans anymore. I believe that
was the general feeling at that moment. It didn’t matter if he was German or
that he was likened to a German shepherd.
The name that the new pope
chose—Benedict—was another surprise. The last time any pope had used that name
was not too far away in history: in 1914. Despite of what his figure meant in
the history of the Church in the 20th century, which was certainly
great, Pope Benedict XV was never well-known, and this perhaps because he was
overshadowed by the equally gigantic figures of the other popes and the fact of
two great world wars.
It’s interesting to note how the acceptance
of a great responsibility could change a person almost instantaneously. There
was certainly something different about Ratzinger—now Benedict XVI—when he
emerged. In this first meeting with the world, he stepped a bit timidly into
the balcony, but that timidity remained only for a moment; what we began to see
was a man who had placed everything into the hands of God.
When the Apostolic Blessing had been imparted, and the classes having been suspended, I started the long walk home. As I crossed the university campus, I could hear the bells of the city ring in jubilation. I was smiling as I walked.
That evening, we celebrated solemn Vespers with the Blessed Sacrament exposed; the Te Deum was sung. Everyone was in a festive mood.
When the Apostolic Blessing had been imparted, and the classes having been suspended, I started the long walk home. As I crossed the university campus, I could hear the bells of the city ring in jubilation. I was smiling as I walked.
That evening, we celebrated solemn Vespers with the Blessed Sacrament exposed; the Te Deum was sung. Everyone was in a festive mood.
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