So hawked the Protestant throngs outside HSBC Arena on Saturday, August 15th for the Fr. Corapi Conference. I'll start at the very beginning, for it's a very good place to start:
I (and an army of priests, seminarians and acolytes) stayed the night before the conference at the Doubletree Club Hotel, on High Street. Complimentary cookies at check-in were amazing. Beds were very comfortable with five pillows piled high for "sweet dreams," as the embroidered pillows declared. Side note: I could see the spire of St. Louis' Catholic Church from my room. Dinner and the next morning's breakfast were in the "Au Bon Pain" restuarant downstairs. I dined with a father and daughter from Georgia who are both going through RCIA. The daughter is finishing upcollege and wants to join, hopefully, Mother Angelica's order of religious nuns. So then, this is where it gets interesting: the hotel's promised shutlle busses never showed up in the morning to take us to the conference. 200 cranky Catholics on the streets of Buffalo - not a good thing. I was standing next to a Brooklyn lady who, upon seeing an oncoming taxi, rushed out and seized it, comandeering it for immediate "Corapi use." So, eight of us piled into this one taxi and were off.
So then we arrived at HSBC Arena about 7:30, half an hour before the first sermon. My seat was about 45 feet from the stage, looking down upon it. Looking around at the people flooding in I recalled the number of attendees which "Miss Georgia" told me: 19,000 people. Yes, 19,000 people. Now, I forgot to mention that there was a throng of Bible-thumping Protestants outside, trying to convert this army of 19,000 Catholics. I mean, really? You really think you're going to convert a Catholic who is going to the Fr. Corapi Conference? Poor misguided souls. The Catholic reaction to the cries of "only the Lord has authority, only the Lord is reverent" was either laughing, indifference or yelling back, "Yeah, and that's why you guys should come in and listen to our padre!"
The sermons themselves where absolutely amazing. There were two before Mass, and three after, one of which was given by Raymond Arroyo. Fr. Corapi's talks were about the Holy Spirit: "It's not a timid fire." I suppose it could be said that this is our Imprimatur? They will be selling CD's and DVD's of this conference on his website once the footage is edited (camera boom knocked over flowers onto the podium) and when the backgroudn noise is filtered out (of 19,000 Catholics, 1,000 were under 2 years old). I'll write more at length on the sermons later, once I see the footage and remember actual lines. One theme was "Those who obey receive the Spirit." He added, "but you have a duty to disobey and fight against evil and indifferent leaders in state, society and Church." His general message was, "Oh dear God, we've got the democrats in. Run for your lives! And on your way into your bunkers of Catholicity, trample under foot heresy and corrupt clergy and laity!" I think we've been doing our best to keep his message alive, yes?
Now to the Mass:
The main celebrant was Bishop Kmiec of Buffalo, with nearly 200 priests concelebrating, and throngs of deacons assisting. Several seminarians wserved as acolytes etc . . . and only one lay person (aside from the servers) helped. The woman simply read the readinsg which were not edited or neutered of their masculine pronouns. The music was generally written by Mr. Haugen, but was performed with an almost polyphonic manner. The servers wore cassocks, the priests did nothing out of line, no nuns or laypeople preached, and Bishop Kmiec's "assistant" was not some white-haired she-priest in an alb, but rather, a monsignior. The bishop acted with peity and dignity, without being either aloof or disingenuine. Let's pray that all bishops (wink, wink) learn from his pious and kindly example. How emotion-packed was the Mass? Try listening to 19,000 singing the Lourdes Hymn (aka Immaculate Mary) and not being moved with a great dose of Catholic pride. No, this does not mean we are going to have a Cleansing Fire float next year at Rochester's "Pride Week." I think the Episcopalians take up too much room anyways . . .
The food was tolderable at the arena, renamed "
Holy
Spirit
Blessed
Church" by Bishop Kmiec. I will let it rest by saying that my lunch was supplied by Perry's Ice Cream. Soft-served twist rocks my Catholic mind. Evidently the concessions people underestimated the turn-out, because they all closed by 1:30 and Tim Hortons (all 8,000 stands) ran out of coffee. However, I didn't go because of the food. I went because of the example of faith shown by all in attendance and by all who said Mass, and by he who preached. That's the amazing thing: 19,000 people all of the same mind, all catholic in the "lower-case 'c'" meaning.
The whole thing was amazing. Wish you could have all come. Maybe next time there will be a Cleansing Fire charter bus?
And a most definite "wow" goes to the fact that we were given a further Imprimatur by the area's Catholic radio station. Wow. Deo Gratias.