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Tasmanian Pilgrimage

26 March, 2015 0 Comments

…Fr Suresh sang a Missa cantata. En route, from time to time we said the Rosary (ten decades each day), sang hymns, conversed and enjoyed the pleasant weather and scenery. …Being a Catholic affair, we quenched our hard-earned thirst and enjoyed a pleasant dinner together in a local pub each evening.

By Joshua

Readers will be aware that Oriens is a bit of a fan of Pilgrimages; some of you will recall that in May 2014 we ran a series of posts on various pilgrimages including the Whitsunday Paris-Chartres pilgrimage, its antipodean “daughter”, the annual Christus Rex pilgrimage from Ballarat to Bendigo – and the Ely to Walsingham pilgrimage inspired by the latter, which might be thought of as a “grand-daughter”.

Today I’m pleased to present a report from our old friend Joshua (you may recall his piece on the TLM in Hobart which we linked in June 2014) on the inaugural Tasmanian “granddaughter” of Paris-Chartres, wherein your humble servant was further humbled, as the chronicles record. (I’ve lifted the report, with permission, from Joshua’s excellent blog Psallite Sapienter which you should have a look at; note especially the St Patrick’s Day post recording the excellent developments in relation to the traditional Mass in Tasmania, with now a monthly (sung!) EF Mass in Launceston in addition to every Sunday (and first Friday) in Hobart.

Editor.

THURSDAY, MARCH 12, 2015

St Patrick’s, Colebrook (Editor’s photo)

A small group of friends and I spent the weekend on a Lenten pilgrimage: on Saturday, we walked from St Joseph’s Church in Hobart to St John’s Church in Richmond (25 km); and on Sunday, another 28 km to St Patrick’s Church, Colebrook. The three churches mentioned are all historic: St Joseph’s, built 1841, was Hobart’s original pro-cathedral; St John the Evangelist’s, built 1837, is the oldest extant Catholic church in Australia; and St Patrick’s, Colebrook, built 1857, is a perfect Pugin design.

His Grace [Arcbishop Porteous – Ed] condescended to join us for the last hour of the walk into Richmond, and proceeded to celebrate Mass for us in the Ordinary Form; Hugh and Tony sang the Gregorian propers, just as they did the next day at Colebrook, where Fr Suresh sang a Missa cantata. En route, from time to time we said the Rosary (ten decades each day), sang hymns, conversed and enjoyed the pleasant weather and scenery.

Simon and Lyle took turns in driving our support vehicle, which kept us supplied with water, plus food and drink for lunch, morning and afternoon tea. The pilgrimage could not have happened without the kind permission of the local parish priest, nor the support of other friends of mine who assisted us. David, who joined our band on the Sunday, lives locally, and helped plan the route.

It was a pity that a few others were unable to attend in the event, but c’est la vie. I must say that such a generous dose of unaccustomed fresh air, sunshine and exercise all agreed with me, and I cannot wait to strike out cross-country again. Being a Catholic affair, we quenched our hard-earned thirst and enjoyed a pleasant dinner together in a local pub each evening.

Colebrook was originally named Jerusalem, and so our little venture bore a somewhat grandiose title: a Lenten Pilgrimage to Tasmania’s Jerusalem. All pilgrimages, large and small, are images of the progress of each Christian, and of the whole Church, through the desert of this world to the supernal City of God. As St Louis IX said as he lay dying, “We will go to Jerusalem”.

St Patrick's Church, Colebrook (photo: Joshua)

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