Here are a couple pictures of my crew waiting in the stands. You can see from the postures that it is a bit cold (around 7:30 AM). Later in the day it would be warm-I got a sunburn on my head.
Okay-here's the Pope. You can see the pope-mobile in the distance.
We also had some fun on the way home in the less-crowded Metro. You can see some of the ties are off-but there are some vestiges of our fatigue at the long trip and the long day.
The whole pilgrimage was about our connection to the Universal Church-our connection to Peter-and therefore our connection to Christ. When waiting for 10 hours in the off-and-on rain to see John Paul II so many years ago, it was different. The Church had been in some very dark ages and John Paul was a hope and a Shepard for lost sheep. He came to gather lost children from around the globe. We may not be completely out of the dark ages, but I feel that Pope Benedict comes to a more mature (but still hurting) flock. Our catechesis may not be great-but at least there is something there now to work with. We listen more intently.
I express the thoughts in my heart badly, but we saw Peter last week and that is enough.
Oremus pro invicem!