Mae Richardson
During the last twelve days there have been so many ways that God has been present in this experience, but three specific things come to mind. The trip to Dachau was sobering, yet awe-inspiring - a very humbling experience. “Awe inspiring” is not a phrase usually associated with such a place, but there was no denying God’s presence. While it was humbling to think about the darkness of the human soul that was needed to perpetrate such evil, I found myself standing in awe of those who were strong enough to not only survive, but to maintain faith in such circumstances.
The second moment of awe was the vigil at Marienfield. It was an intense experience of the universal Church. One thing that drew me to conversion to the Roman Catholic faith at 18 years of age was the fact that it was larger then any political or geographic boundary. In the field with the flags of every color around me, it was the first time that I had seen it clearly with my own eyes. Having one million people join together in the true meaning of Eucharist was breathtaking.
Lastly, Christ was present in the form of Wilfred, a man who guided us out of Marienfield, and whose kindness was awe-inspiring. During our trip out to the vigil we passed through three quiet towns who greeted us joyfully. However, on the return trip these quaint towns were overwhelmed by the volume of pilgrims returning home all at once. One by one these towns were shut down because the transportation systems could not handle the numbers. Out of the blue, Wilfred showed up, and led us through the fields, woods and nature trails around each of these little towns… going 6 kilometers out of his way to lead us to our buses. Other groups were stuck for up to 8 hours, but because of the generosity of this one man, our group was able to continue on.