A blog post by Leanna Praetzel, Fall 2011 Semester
Forty minutes until my flight from Chicago was leaving, and I still had to
clear customs, figure out where my luggage should go, switch terminals, go
through security, and locate my gate number? The scenario sounded all too
familiar...
Right off the bat I was behind- It turns out the airline was handing out
customs fast passes while I was busy singing The National Anthem with my
good friend Joe and getting yelled at for calling my Dad while still on the
plane. "It's going to be okay," I thought as my friends helped me get through
the line and grab my checked bag from the belt. Not knowing where to put it (I
still had to fly to Cleveland), I asked the man working with the luggage. "Belt
seven," he said. I knew this whole ordeal was a test of trust, and I had to make
it on my plane in time, so, even though the screen read "Cancun", I put my bag
on belt seven.
And then I was alone. I rode the shuttle to Terminal Two like an airport
worker told me to do, and upon arriving there noticed that my flight was delayed
ten minutes. My excitement was cut short, though, when I realized in the line
for security that I was in the wrong terminal. I paused mid-panic, and decided I
was completely going to rely on God. After getting through security, I
ran. My legs were wobbling, my bags were ripping, random stuff kept falling
everywhere, and (surprisingly) I was laughing! I must have looked like such a
fool! Passing by another departure board, I saw my plane was delayed another
twenty minutes. I felt so special... like God was making the plane wait just for
me!
Of course I arrived with time to spare. I talked the whole way home to an
exchange student from Prague, and was greeted by my entire family in the baggage
claim area. I was not, however, greeted by my checked bag. "Maybe it didn't make
it to the plane in time," my Dad said. We filled out a form and were told it
would arrive the next day.
One week later and I still did not have my bag. At first I joked with my
friends that it might be enjoying Cancun. But it wasn't long before I started
pouting. A whole semester abroad's worth of stuff- gone? My dad figured out that
I actually had not taken my bag past customs (oops... how was I supposed to
know?!) and that I might never get it back. It was the day I accepted the fact
that I might never see it again - the day I stopped whining and started wanting
God's will- that I got it back. After a week of being "untraceable", my bag was
just sitting there on my front porch! I couldn't help but think about how much
God really must love me.
This past semester, I feel like God has taken every opportunity to challenge
my trust in Him... and there is no struggle anymore for me to see why. God
wants me to experience first-hand how powerful He is! Through trusting Him to
take me where He wanted me to go all semester, I've seen so much! I've seen how
He took the grotto in Lourdes- a filthy dump, a pigsty!- and, by allowing Mary
to appear there, turned it into a holy shrine, a pinnacle of faith. I've
witnessed Him taking the small, dirty city of Medjugorje and, through our Mother
Mary, creating a glorious pilgrimage site. I take mud and make mud pies... He
takes mud and makes mountains, miracles, and men!
How could I NOT trust a God like that? A God who crafted the Swiss Alps and
the Austrian waterfalls, who fashioned the Italian hillsides and the German
ravines? A God whose Spirit moves in every country and stands without fail by
his Bride the universal Catholic Church? A God who, through his Son, passed on
the keys of the Kingdom to our first pope, Peter, whose very bones still lie
under the Vatican Basilica? This real and living God has shown me so much this
past semester through my gradual trust in Him.. And I can't thank Him enough.
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Tuesday, December 20, 2011
The Advent Market & Semester End
A blog post by student Chelsea Graham, Fall 2011
Oh the happenings of this week! From “Adventmarkts” and
Krampus, baptisms, and finals—I couldn’t think of a better way to spend the
second to last week in Austria…except maybe minus the finals.
All throughout Europe, during the season of Advent,
communities come together and have Advent markets, or in German “Adventmarkts.”
There was one here at the Kartause for the past week, and although I miss the
quiet, peaceful Kartause, I have enjoyed the market. It’s almost like a craft
fair back in the states, but all Christmassy…. And with the Adventmarkt come
some of Austria’s traditions…Like the Krampus
or Perchten. Unlike in the States,
Santa, or St. Nicholas, does not bring coal for the kids on the “Naughty List,”
instead the Krampus come and whip the naughty boys and girl.
I had been warned
of this Austrian tradition by some of the Kartause kids, but I guess I thought
they were over exaggerating…Well they weren’t. The Krampus are terrifying!! And
I’m sure I’m overreacting, but seriously. When someone comes up to you in a
huge hairy costume with bells and a whip and they stare you down, and you keep
backing up, and they continue to walk closer…it’s scary! Not at all what I expected…Especially
when they came out with eerie red fog and lit fires! And there were several of
them—There was no way of escaping them! But it was fun at the same time…if that
makes any sense! It was really neat to experience an authentic Austrian
Christmas tradition.
Also this week, during the Vigil mass for the Feast day of
the Immaculate Conception, one of the LCI students was baptized, confirmed, and
received Communion for the first time. It was one of the most exciting times of
the semester. I have known Ksenia, and as the weeks drew closer the excitement
grew all around the Kartause. And at mass on Wednesday, the whole Kartause
community was there in support of her, and it was an incredibly beautiful
experience to witness. Seeing someone make the decision to come into the Church
all on her own, and seeing her excitement was such a blessing, and made this
semester that much more incredible.
And also with the end of the semester comes finals. I’ve
finished one, so only four left to go! But to be perfectly honest, the tests
really aren’t too bad. I’m not saying I enjoy them, but this semester’s classes
have been incredible. Taking theology and philosophy classes were the perfect
way to compliment this semester, and going over everything we’ve learned kind
of ends the semester perfectly…So I wouldn’t say finals are all that bad!
Spending my last week at the Kartause will be hard. I’m full
of excitement to go home, but at the same time I want time to go by really slow
so I can enjoy Gaming as much as possible, before I have to say goodbye…And I
know that won’t be easy. Nothing will be able to replace my time here in
Gaming, and I wouldn’t trade it for anything, and having it come to an end is
not easy by any means. But we have to have peace with where we are, right? So
for the next week, I’m going to soak everything inas much as possible and go
from there!
Thursday, December 15, 2011
The Mystical Mediterranean
A blog post by Joe White, Fall 2011
Finally—and
this will lead into part two quite nicely—I travelled with a group to
Medjugorje (non-sponsored) last weekend. A lot of us talked about how we were
not planning on travelling to Medjugorje
while there—at all. And yet we all our found ourselves on a bus going to Bosnia
that Thursday evening. Unexpected as it was, the pilgrimage yielded graces both
big and small. Some were moved to deeper prayer, some were heartbroken to
leave.
As
stated previously, these posts will be a two part series. This is not Part Two
but rather part two of Part One.[1]
After a
studious week of midterms, myself and five of my yet-to-be-best friends
embarked on our ten day break. The majority of our trip was spent in the
beautiful island of Malta and the hills of Cinque Terre. Let’s talk Malta.
Yeah, it was pretty much like that. Beautiful beaches,
warm Mediterranean water, caves to climb to, VERY inexpensive (more on that in
a minute), and very visibly Catholic. That beach pictured above had a big bust
of Mary, queen of the beach, in the middle of her sands. We stayed the longest
on Gozo, the small sister island of Malta. In Gozo alone there are forty-three
churches.[2]
Crevices were carved in buildings and above residential garages to hold statues
of St. Anthony and St. Joseph. We found “Ave Maria” inscribed on various
apartment buildings. It was really quite beautiful, seeing their faith alive
outside the walls of the church. We booked an apartment in Xlendi Bay. Four
beds, two rooms, dining/living room, kitchen, bathroom and balcony: ten euro a
night. Here was the view from our balcony:
That right there is the Mediterranean, folks! My
goodness, it was too good. Snack bars were common place in the Maltese cities;
one could purchase a “cheese envelope” for seventy Euro cents or a personal
sized pizza for one euro. Cream cake: eighty Euro cent. Bravo fruit juice: one
euro. Mars Bar Cake: one Euro twenty. Those cheese envelopes and pizzas were
baaad news though, let me tell you. We got groceries for dinner most nights
which came down to two euro each. Man, Malta was just really enjoyable. Here
are some photos of Blue Lagoon:
Oof. TAKE ME BACK!
After
ten day we had a two day weekend. A friend from back home is spending her year
in Ireland studying. Her ten day break fell the weekend after mine, so she came
out to Austria to visit. We met in Salzburg where we visited the Sound of Music
gardens (an experience I missed during the school trip to Salzburg back in the
beginning). Then it was back to the Kartause to give her a taste of Gaming
life. It was strangely affirming giving her a tour of this place—it made me
realize how much of a home this place has become. These are my friends, this is
the creek, there’s the bell tower, here’s the Byzantine chapel, this is the
ballroom. These are the things I heard when I first arrived and now it was I
giving the tour. We rented bikes in Krems and rode through the Danube River
valley with nothing but beauty around us. Autumn trees on the hills, colored
vineyards, and the big blue Danube. Great.
A true
peacefulness exists in this quaint Bosnian town. The church bells of Saint
Joseph’s chime every hour but also twenty minutes before mass; this is the time
that Our Lady appears to the visionaries. While most of the visionaries live
elsewhere, Mary has appeared in Medjugorje proper in a myriad of places, from
the base of a hill where a blue cross stands, to halfway up the same hill
(appropriately titled Apparition Hill), to the very top of Cross Mountain.[3]
During our time there, we were accommodated by Nancy and Patrick who have been
building a castle (literally) for pilgrims and religious who visit Medj. Their
niceness and charitableness was second to none—in the words of my pal, Shannon,
“I don’t think I’ve ever been told ‘Good Morning, treasure’ before.” The way
Our Lady’s messages have sparked them to live in such a joyful and serving way
really prompts me to continue on to better know our Lord and our mother.
Prompts me to forward movement.
[1] Think how the Harry Potter
movies were an 8 part series with the last being one part but having two
segments.
[2] Malta itself has upwards
of two-hundred and twenty.
[3] This place made quite
happy: the cross atop the hill was erected in the 1933 and the Bosnian
people—in their meekness—sent a letter to the Vatican asking permission to
build the cross. Of course you can build a cross, the Vatican said, but since
you asked, here is a piece of the True Cross. So through their humility, we
have a beautiful cross containing Christ’s cross.
Tuesday, December 13, 2011
Adventures in Bruges & Aachen
A blog post by Joe White, Fall 2011
I think this’ll be
a two part blog: the first, a more superficial look at my travels and the
second a deeper analysis of what these travels have taught me.
The
first week I travelled without the school, was a trip of all sorts. Peter, my
friend, had a strong, burning desire to get to Bruges in Belgium, if only to
see where the movie In Bruges was
filmed. We had some complications with train reservations on the way out, so
instead of ironing them out we made no reservations on anything and hoped that
the 18 hour trip would go without a hitch. Long and short: it did. We stopped
in Brussels, originally a twenty minute stop that we decided to make a two hour
respite. On the city subway Monica made friends with a French speaking student
(indeed, from France) and he and his friend gave us an hour tour of the
city—all in French. Luckily Sam and Monica are both pretty fluent in the
language so they were our translators. We all had enormous waffles topped with
bananas and strawberries and cream and then headed to Bruges. The city was
beautiful in its medieval splendor. Everything you’d expect to be great met our
liking: the mussels were tasty, the beer: wonderful, the chocolate:
exceptional.
I ditched my group the next day
to meet up with my friend Laura. She was a foreign exchange student at my high
school (junior year), and we became good friends during her time in America. Of
course when I decided to go to Franciscan I told her I would visit her during
my Austrian semester. We met in Maastricht, Netherlands where she attends
university and then went to her home in Aachen, Germany. It was really great to
see an old friend, especially in her wonderful German home. Aachen was a great
city: young and vibrant with university students but also rich in history—there
was a legend to go along with nearly every statue in the city. Plus the
incredible Aachen Dom, built by Charlemagne (or Karl der Grosse, as the Germans
call him) himself. One of the most unique churches I’ve ever encountered: it
was built in the shape of an octagon. It also contains the tallest stained
glass window—that is to say, it is one solid piece of glass. Truly impressive.
Check it out:
Yes, each of those windows is one piece of glass.
I
departed from Aachen, alone, Sunday afternoon, knowing full well I’d be
arriving back in Gaming at 6 AM Monday, only minutes before my Christian Moral
Principles midterm. It’s good to be young!
On the overnight
train from Munich to Salzburg, while getting up to use the WC I heard a call
from one of the other cabins. “Joe White. JOE WHITE!” I heard. And who was on
the train, alone as well, but my good friend Daniel. I entered his cabin, and
we exchanged stories—he left his passport on the train going to Bruges, and so
on the last day he had to train to the very top of Belgium[1]
to get it back. But he retrieved it—just as he retrieved the famous
Westwleterny 12.[2]
From Salzburg we rode to St. Polten where we met up with a very cold Patrick
who had been trying to sleep there—unsuccessfully—for nearly half a day. Our
merry band grew larger. On the train from Pรถchlarn we encountered Dave, Jacob, and John who were
just returning from Cinque Terre. We all returned to the Kartause safely and
demolished our exams that day, followed by a long, well earned nap. Stay tuned
for more!
Friday, December 9, 2011
Looking Back on Ordinary Life at the Kartause
A blog post by Joe White, Fall 2011
Hello
again. The last blog I wrote had a pretty serious tone and lest this blog be
reduced to travelogues, I figure it would be good to talk a little on weekly
life here at the Kartause. The hot button question last week was “Are you going
anywhere this weekend or staying back?” Plenty of folks more studious than I
and my compatriots stayed in Gaming during the three day weekend to prepare for
finals. Tuesday the 4th of October was the St. Francis’s feast day,
necessitating a party on the lawn. We all enjoyed burgers and fries and
Kartausebrau (the local microbrew) while Kevin Mahon sang and played the four
songs he knows with Dave Spears offering some sax solos while Adam S played the
djembe. It felt a lot like summer, being outside with music and burgers and a
sunset.
I had
had the urge for a while to take a night hike up Book Mountain. I’m a big fan
of hiking in the dark: there is calm in the woods like none other in the
nighttime. It can be a great time for silence and contemplation. It can put
peace in your soul. Unless you’re trying your best not to slip off the side of
a narrow trail coming down a mountain. Aside from the somewhat terrifying
descent back down, the whole experience was quite beautiful. It was my second
time climbing it, first time at night. The stars shine bright enough in the
town; atop Book they were brighter and more abundant. After signing the book
and sharing a bottle of wonderful wine from Melk Monastary (the one we visited
earlier this semester) we descended. After cleaning the dirt off our shoes, we
all got pizza and a Stiegl beer to celebrate the climb.
Alright,
so it’s been about three hours of writing, pursuing other distractions and
struggling to write. There really isn’t that much to say about weekday living
here, usually. We study, we talk, we go to Spar, we ride bikes to eat kebabs
and ice cream, and occasionally we climb mountains. Life is ordinary here but
we are attempting to live it in an extraordinary way. Growing closer to Christ
not only in world-shaking pilgrimages but day-by-day living, in the menial
tasks of studying and cleaning, et cetera. That is the task at hand: that
everyday and in everything we grow into Christ.
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