How is it that a teenage girl, a country miss, was chosen to flank St. Michael the Archangel above the Memorial Door to the Basilica of the Sacred Heart?
Today should be different. Such were the author’s sentiments on a Good Friday long ago in Seattle, Washington.
Junior Parents Weekend didn’t even cross the author’s radar until he received an email from his son in late October. “He was in Dublin for the fall semester, and our communications with him were typically erratic and brief, so the fact he mentioned it at all gave us a clue: This was important.”
Stepping inside the Basilica of the Sacred Heart is like showing up at a family reunion in full swing. The Basilica’s walls and ceiling are crammed with images of the Catholic family in paint and stained glass: Saints and martyrs, prophets and patriarchs, so many forebears of the faith.
For two years straight, my wife and I made the rounds to all the Welcome Weekend activities, meals and presentations. It was all very informative, very reassuring. But I’ll tell you, nothing could top those first enthusiastic greetings we received as we pulled into the parking-lot staging areas for drop-off.
My daughter, Joan, caught the Arthur bug while growing up in South Bend, and it persists to this day. For her, the legends embody an eternal optimism — that “no ending is final,” as she says, and that “whatever is truly right can’t be conquered forever.”