End of Mission

(<-----Marco's hair treatment)The rest of the mission was great. We didn't get into many classes at the one school we were allowed to visit, but we were present for 3 days there. By the third day, students were coming up to us in the hallways and asking to where a certain missionary was to talk with him or her so there was a lot of discussion and even prayer the last day. I saw 2 missionaries praying with a young punk guy who wore black clothing, a spike bracelet, had long hair. Not to stereotype, but this was not the guy you would expect to see praying with 2 guys who are considering the priesthood. It was great.
There were some great evening events towards the end of the week. There was a youth concert on Thursday that had lots of people there. There was a soccer player from a professional team that came so he was a big draw. I'm telling you, the organizers were brilliant in getting him to come. There was also a really good Catholic band that played modern Christian music and two friars from the Bronx. Same group as Fr. Stan Fortuna, the rapping friar of the renewal. These 2 friars with long beards and short hair got all these kids to sit down and listen to their testimonies for probably close to 45 minutes. It was long, sometimes too long, but for the most part the kids were quiet and listened. Pretty impressive for kids who have no concept of God. The event ended with one of the friars asking who was going to go to confession that night, almost like an auction. "Who's going to be the first to go, who's going?" It was pretty radical and amazingly people started to go. There were 6 priests in the room and people started going to confession. It was so amazing because it had probably been a long time since most of them went and all they needed was an available priest and a push. Wow! It was a shocking night, especially for the super tolerant, don't-push-me, we've-been-hurt-by-the-Church Dutch people, yet in my mind it worked, it was a success.
Then we had the famous Mercy Night on Friday. Mercy Nights are the climax of any mission and we used it in Portugal and Ireland. All you need is Adoration, good prayerful music, priests for confession, candles to leave at the altar along with paper to write prayer intentions on, and people to come into the church. It's beautiful. The night went from 8:00 pm to 11:00 pm and the church had a good number of people in it the whole time. Some missionaries were in front of the church getting passerbys to stop in for a quick prayer, others were inside to accompany people if they wanted during the night. So many people went to confession! (Confession is such a powerful sacrament, especially if you've been away for awhile, so it's exciting to see people go.) It was so great to see the response of the people in the town and how they turned out for the event. We had been hearing a lot of bad things about the Netherlands and how no one is religious (which is close to accurate), but it's just because, at least with the young generation, they don't know God. Their parents abandoned the faith and the whole country has abandoned the faith, so the new generation is clueless. And when we started to talk about Jesus and His love with them, they were hungry to hear more and investigate this God we were talking about.
I think the presence of 30 young missionaries (we had the help of 4 French guys discerning the priesthood and a group of Dutch people) helped spark something in the people we met. It's part of the dynamism and great witness of the school, the fact that there are 19 young people who will give a year to learn more about God and witness to His presence in our lives. It really strikes people and causes them to think about their own faith journey, or lack of it. My host family was really touched by us, by what we said, by what we are doing. There's power in this year, this experience.
Well, that's all for now. Holy Week is upon us and tomorrow the school is part of 100 people who will wave palms for the Palm Sunday Mass with the Pope. Oh yeah, the school has connections. And Monday, for the anniversary Mass of JP II's death, I was with Carole and because of her broken ankle and going to St. Peter's in a wheelchair, we got to sit just below the steps that the Pope walks up. Only the priests who distribute communion get to be closer. It was cool, just wish we didn't have a reason to be there. Keep praying for her. Peace out!