This morning we visited what is popularly known as "
The Grotto": the National Sanctuary of Our Sorrowful Mother, which occupies 62 acres in the middle of Portland. After driving through the bustle of downtown, stepping into the Grotto was like shifting into another dimension of being.
The shrine consists of a beautiful botanical garden in two levels separated by a hundred and ten foot cliff. On the lower level was a visitor's center, a chapel, a path punctuated by the Station of the Cross, and the grotto proper: a cave carved into the face of the cliff featuring a full scale marble replica of Michelangelo's Pieta.
The upper level had two prayer chapels and a long, winding path that took us through a number of meditations: the sorrows and joys of St. Joseph; the joyful, sorrowful, glorious, and luminous mysteries of the life of Christ, and the sorrows of Mary.
The gardens were beautiful. The Grotto is operated by a group of monks who live in the monastery next to the rose garden.
My favorite part of the visit was a labyrinth that is a replica of the one at the Cathedral of Chartres in France. (Now to go to the real one!)
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| Walking the labyrinth |
It was a remarkable place. It possessed a palpable sense of holiness and worship. Walking the labyrinth, I reflected upon my gratitude for the Christian faith. How wise of God to give us, such physical creatures, a faith that is also so physical! I am thankful that Christianity involves not only belief, prayer, and the like, but also pilgrimages like this one. How good of God to give us holy water, statues, the living examples of the Saints, kneeling, candles, incense, and the like. As I walked the twisting paths toward the metaphorical Jerusalem -- heaven, the goal of this great pilgrimage -- I was brought to reflection upon the highest aspect of our corporeal faith: Jesus Christ, God made flesh to dwell among us.
I also had occasion to think about the role of Mary in God's plan of salvation. There were many depictions of Christ in the gardens, and most of them depicted him in the two central events of his life: the incarnation and the passion, the nativity and the Pieta. It struck me that from time immemorial, God saw fit that His Son should pass both his first and last moments of life and death in the arms of His mother. In the lower chapel, there was a depiction of Mary as she is pictured in St. John's Revelation: clothed in the sun, with the moon under her feet and a crown of twelve stars, with her children -- "those who keep the commandments of the Lord and bear testimony to Jesus" -- gathered around her. Above the painting were the words of Christ, given to St. John and to all those who are disciples of Jesus: "Behold thy mother."
What riches of grace God has seen fit to give us in our faith!