Holywell - a step closer to heaven

    The Shrine of St Winefride - Virgin and Martyr

Last Sunday's pilgrimage to the Shrine of St Winefride in North Wales was, as well as being a spiritual journey in the manner of all good pilgrimages, a profound and uplifting experience.

Organised by the Latin Mass Society of England and Wales it attracted an estimated 400 people whom, as well as attending to their duties as pilgrims also wished to attend the Pontifical High Mass offered by 62 year old Bishop Fernando Areas Rifan, Apostolic Administrator of the Personal Apostolic Administration of St Jean Marie Vianney, from Campos, Brazil.                                                                                      
An interesting choice of celebrant as Bishop Rifan was, at one time, "separated" from Holy Mother Church and aligned with the SSPX. He and his Diocese returned to the fold (some might say that he had never left it) in or around the year 2004 and he was then subjected to cries of "traitor" from Bishop Fellay and others within the Society.
The Bishop remains a controversial figure as far as traditionalists are concerned but, after witnessing his devout manner and mellifluous voice and hearing his beautifully articulated sermon, there could be few who would doubt his loyalty to Rome and to tradition.

A great and holy man - Bishop Rifan

In a packed church and on a sanctuary jam packed with Canons, Monsignors, Priests and altar servers, the Mass began.
The Manchester Mozart Schola sang Wolfgang's Coronation Mass and it was rich and beautiful to the extreme; indeed, so much so that it actually became a distraction from the all important proceedings. But a magnificent distraction for all of that.

Mrs Linen and 3 of our group 

In his Sermon, the Bishop uttered the immortal words: "It is not our Mass it is the Lord's Mass" Another way of saying "Don't mess with this it is not within your remit". I am sure the LMS will be publishing the full text so I will not attempt to recall the full homily, suffice to say that it was brief and to the point; two essentials for a sermon that few observe.

The mini bus carrying the bulk (13 of us all told) of the Confraternity of the Holy Cross from Menevia Diocese made an arduous journey from the Shrine of Our Lady of the Taper in Cardigan to the Shrine of St Winefride in Holywell. From the West of Wales to the North.

To those unfamiliar with the geography of Wales let me say that it is not a great distance; maybe 130 or possibly, 140 miles. But the route or routes are winding and up hill and down dale and it took us the best part of 6 hours including a break for a most unhealthy intake of junk food.

Destined for greater glory - 2 deacons and 1 seminarian. Ranaldo
from Brazil and Francisco and Gustavo from Mexico

Some five or six other members of the Confraternity travelled independently so our numbers rose to just about 5% of the assembly.

After Mass we processed from the church down the hill towards the medieval holy well and the actual shrine. As we went we recited the Rosary and crammed (those of us in the forefront) into the well house where the shrine is located.

The Rosary procession to the Shrine

There, beneath the shrine we were able to sing a  hymn to St Winefride (a somewhat modern one I believe but none the worse for that) and individually venerate the relic of the holy saint.

And what pilgrimage would be
complete without  white doves?

Then, as we filed past after the veneration we were able to kneel and kiss His Lordship's ring, an act designed to cause any modernist to have an attack of the vapours.

Bishop Rifan chatting to Joe Shaw of the LMS

Some observations on the day: it was well organised by the LMS and full credit to them. It would have been good if the Mass pamphlet that was issued had carried details of the schola and some attention to proof reading would have been worthwhile, especially as "God" was misspelt. But these are niggles viewed within the full framework of the day.

All in all there cannot have been many (or any) who wound their weary way home without feeling that they had taken part in one of the Church's great events and were one step closer to heaven as a result.

I remembered all of you collectively in my prayers and intentions and, as many as my shrinking brain would allow, I remembered by name.

And thank you to Brian of Umblepie blog for the words and music to a slightly more traditional version of a hymn to St Winefride; it would be good to restore it to the hymn sheets for future pilgrimages. When I learn how to save and copy it I will reproduce it.

Afterwards, pilgrims flocked to the healing waters
of the holy well

Changing water into........cash. Wales - what a nation!

What can you say about a land that so often succeeds against all the odds, even in times of global economic recession?

Wales has done it again with the launch of a new product from Halen Mon a company located on the isle of Anglesey, ancestral home of A Reluctant Sinner.

Halen Mon  produces a range of expensive table salts that can be found in uber upmarket delicatessens around the world.

Now they have launched a new product; it's designed for cooking those delicate vegetables such as new baby potatoes or purple brussels sprouts still on the stem.

What can it be? What essential is missing from the top chef's list of receipts?

Nothing less than  sea water in a jar! What!

Yes, dear reader, all you do is to buy a jar of this delicious....err.....condiment, is that the word? Add it to a pan of the aforesaid vegetables and cook for the required period.

And, to accompany this dish of epicurean proportions - how about a tin (can if you are American) of Pembrokeshire air? It's fresh and bracing and very reasonable in price, please contact me to place your orders.

So what, you may ask, has this got to do with Catholicism?

A good question; well, it put me in mind of the Diocese of Wrexham, that poor and desolate wasteland that embraces the Isle of Anglesey, better known in these parts as Ynys Mon, where traditional Catholics are as common on the ground as pork pies in a synagogue.

Poor old Wrexham Catholics have been opening jars of the spiritual equivalent of sea water for a long time now and supplementing the range with cans full of fresh air.

The trouble is, that it does not make for a healthy diet; these items may be OK as supplements (if you cannot be bothered to source the real thing yourself) but you cannot thrive on them.

You grow thin and pale, or at least, your soul does. And you hunger for a slab of a rarely done EF Mass or an Afternoon Benediction - real food!

This is allegedly, a year of change for the Diocese; Bishop Regan is due to retire.

Get a can of  Vat II  now!
It will add a real insipid flavour
to your spiritual life!

Let us hope and pray that the Holy Father will send a shepherd who knows a thing or two about animal husbandry and who will feed his flock well - but not on sea water or fresh air.

A little video clip for Bishop Edwin Regan of Wrexham

Dear Bishop Regan,

In your seventeen years in Wrexham we have seen this Diocese in North Wales turn into a veritable fortress of liberal Catholicism. Many congratulations!

Wrexham is now a virtual wasteland as far as Traditional Catholic liturgy and values is concerned.

I thought that you might like this subtle hint from Peter Cook and Dudley Moore....