52 Masses

OK, as our most recent trip had to be postponed for a few weeks, I’m going back to before the beginning for this entry.

On June 5, while on my way to St. Patrick in Nashua, N.H., I realized I was going to arrive much earlier than I anticipated. So early, in fact, the church wouldn’t be open by the time I arrived.

Given an extra half-hour to play with, I thought it would be neat to visit a different church beforehand, one with a pretty meaningful connection. Just across the state line from Nashua sits Lowell, Massachusetts, where my father was born and raised before moving to New York.

I’d only made one previous trip to Lowell, when I was a child and my dad drove us past his boyhood home. This time, I made a pit stop at his childhood parish, St. Margaret of Scotland.

It seemed kind of a nice way of informally kicking things off, and something I know my late grandparents, Edward and Marie Markham, would have been most delighted with. Truth be told, I’m pretty sure those daily Mass attendees would have been extraordinarily pleased with this entire endeavor.

Interestingly enough, since my visit, St. Margaret has combined with two other local parishes, St. John the Evangelist of North Chelmsford and St. Mary of Chelmsford, to form the Holy Rood Collaborative. The Holy Rood refers to any image of Mary, the mother of Jesus, and John, standing together at the foot of The Cross.

The name of the new collaborative is quite fitting, as each has a connection to the Holy Rood. St. Mary and St. John the Evangelist’s connections are obvious. As for St. Margaret, I’ll let the collaborative’s website take it from here…

“It is said that when 21-year-old Margaret had to flee to Scotland following the conquest of England in 1066, she brought her most valuable treasure with her… a true relic of the specific wooden cross upon which Christ was crucified and died. In 1070, her husband, Malcom III,  founded the Abbey of Dunfermline, where she kept this relic enshrined in an ebony colored crucifix—this is how the term Black Rood came into being, which it is often referred to. In 1093, as she lay dying, it was this relic to which she clung.

“Her great love and devotion of this relic inspired her son, King David I, the youngest of St. Margaret’s children to erect the Holy Rood Abbey in Edinburgh, Scotland in 1128. It was here that the relic continued to be safeguarded until it was regained by the English in 1346,” the website notes.

Over the course of the year, I’m going to worship in a number of places outside the traditional parish setting. Last Friday’s Mass was one of those, though in this case it was unplanned.

I spent much of the day Thursday and Friday at Methodist Hospital in Indianapolis. My mother-in-law had been admitted to the hospital on Wednesday, and I ferried Kem down to the capital city to spend time with her mom.


While Kem and her dad visited Mary Lou in the two-person capacity ICU room, I took in Mass with Father Patrick Nwokeogu, who has spent the last three years as chaplain at the hospital. This won’t be the last time I’m worshiping in the healthcare setting. Later this year, I will profile Father Timothy Regan as he fulfills his duties with the University of Iowa hospital system.

In the meantime, please say a prayer for my mother-in-law, who has been a wonderful presence in my life these last 30 years.

I made another foray beyond the 52 this past Saturday when I returned to Greensburg, where Kem and I lived for 15 years.

My Saturday afternoon roam around St. Mary’s did not take me to the church where all three of our kids were baptized. Rather, it’s the spectacular new church and school facility several years after we headed north.

I’ve been slipping into empty churches like this one for some quiet moments of prayerful reflection for the past few years. Though few have the personal connection we have with St. Mary’s, it’s always a nice way to slow down and spend some time.

The Mountaineer State rounded out a busy June for me, with a visit to Tri-Parish West Virginia, a trio of churches that sit astride the Kanawha River just west of Charleston.

As you’ll see, these are small parishes, not overflowing with jaw-dropping artwork or home to hundreds of parishioners. That’s what evident to the naked eye. But whatever the parishes lack in numbers or beauty, they more than made up for in warmth and spirit. Theirs was a welcoming Catholic community, and it was a privilege to spend my Sunday morning there.

We’re off next week, and for most of July it seems, though I’ll probably play a little catch-up with some photos and observations until my July 11th trip to Arkansas.

Thanks for joining me.

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Sunday took me to St. Catherine of Siena on the campus of the University of Utah, but Saturday was reserved for touring Salt Lake City with oldest son Ian.

Despite the scorching heat (it hit 99), we walked around the downtown area, including a visit to the Cathedral of the Madeline, home of the Diocese of Salt Lake City. Though not as well known as the rather famous temple just down the road, the Cathedral stands up proudly in terms of beauty, as you’ll see below.

Also, unlike the Temple Salt Lake, spiritual home of the Mormon Church, we were able to check out the inside of the Cathedral. For the moment, no one is able to visit the Temple, as it’s under renovation until 2024. But beyond that, admission is forever reserved for members of the Mormon faith who receive a Temple Recommend. No such invitation is required to worship inside the Catholic’s Church’s home in the Beehive State.