This is belated, for which I apologise – but, like wine, thanksgiving keeps, warms and enriches!
I want to say a fervent ‘thank you’ for your support, interest and prayers for our 140th year, and particularly for its culmination in the Mass celebrated in Soho on the 11th February 2012. Let me tell you a little about it.
St. Patrick’s Church, as you know, is a very special place. It is situated beautifully in Soho Square, and seems to nestle comfortably into the corner of a bustling, lively London Piazza, if there is such a thing – but it has an Italian air about it – a little imposing, but also very welcoming, warm and well-used as most Italian churches seem to be. Of course its congregation is wide-reaching and international; that gives it a gracious, open feeling, and a sense of the universality of the Church.
We felt very privileged to celebrate our special anniversary there, particularly as our Foundress and the early Sisters in the Congregation worshipped there. They walked the wide squares and narrow streets of the area way back in the late nineteenth century, visiting the tenements and crumbling houses which were the places where the poor lived then. Perhaps ‘existed’ might be a better word, for the great facades of the time hid the dirty, fetid, unhealthy rooms where they huddled around a few sticks in a grate – if they were lucky – to warm themselves.
We felt very privileged to celebrate our special anniversary there, particularly as our Foundress and the early Sisters in the Congregation worshipped there. They walked the wide squares and narrow streets of the area way back in the late nineteenth century, visiting the tenements and crumbling houses which were the places where the poor lived then. Perhaps ‘existed’ might be a better word, for the great facades of the time hid the dirty, fetid, unhealthy rooms where they huddled around a few sticks in a grate – if they were lucky – to warm themselves.
Soho was then a violent, corrupt place, where pimps operated ruthlessly to extort money from the poor women who plied their trade as prostitutes to provide bread and other necessities for their children. It was to these that Frances Taylor – Mother Magdalen – reached out. She understood their sense of hopelessness and their fears. Because she believed passionately in the dignity of each human being, she fought to give back to these young women the self-worth and confidence they had lost. She gave them a listening ear, a smile, a respect they very much appreciated. She taught her sisters to do the same, and never to judge them as many others did.
So for us, Soho is a special place. One of the Convents they lived in is now occupied by the Fox Film Company. It is right opposite the Church. I went in there the day after the Mass, and the people who worked there were very interested in our history and in what the early Sisters had done in that building and in the surrounding districts.
St. Patrick’s Church has now been restored and is very beautiful. As we went in, we were greeted by a sense of love, unity and shared celebration which was lovely. Every pew of course was packed with people of all ages who had come to share in our special day. We began by taking up the flags of the countries in which we work throughout the world which set the scene for a very colourful and meaningful day.
The chief celebrant at the Mass was Bishop Kieran Conry of Arundel and Brighton. He has known us all his life, as his Aunt was an SMG for over sixty years. We were privileged to have the Cardinal Emeritus of Westminster, Cardinal Cormac Murphy O’Connor with us, and also many priests who work with SMG’s in different parishes throughout the country. It was a striking picture of the Church in miniature, which our Foundress would have loved.
L to R: Cardinal Murphy O'Connor, Bishop Kieran Conry,and Fr. Alex Sherbrooke, Parish Priest of St. Patrick's Soho |
Sr. Mary Whelan, SMG and Kenneth Campbell |
Painting of the Sacred Heart pleading by Gagliardi |
Marriage in Cana, Giotto c. 1304 |
Fr. Alexander Sherbrooke, the parish priest spoke movingly of the work of the Sisters and how it is carried on today in the parish – the Holy Hours before the Blessed Sacrament, the outreaching to the poor, and much more. It was very uplifting to hear him. At the end of a wonderful celebration, Sr. Frances Ennis also spoke in her inimitable way of the life, times and continuing inspiration of Mother Magdalen in a world of darkness and division.
I do not have space to say much more, but the kaleidoscopes keep returning – the meeting for refreshment after the Mass, the delight at seeing old friends and colleagues – the noise, laughter and joy... the enjoyment of the huge birthday cake, and so much more.
We were so privileged to have Kenneth Campbell, his sister Julia and his daughter Jacqueline with us. Kenneth and Julia are the great grandchildren of Charlotte Dean, Mother Magdalen’s sister, so they are very close relatives of Mother herself. Charlotte became a Catholic two years after leaving the Crimea. She was very close always in thought and in affection to her youngest sister, and having experienced the horrors of the Crimea together, the bond was strengthened. To talk to Kenneth, Julia and Jacqueline brought the whole story of the SMG’s to life – this was part of the family from which the first SMG came. It was awesome!
We’ll end where we began – with a fervent thanksgiving. Thank you to all who organised the service and did the refreshments, to all those who so lovingly participated, and to all of you who faithfully prayed for us.
Let’s remember to say together: “My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour!”
Thank you.
Sr. Mary Whelan, SMG with Kenneth Campbell and Sr. Joseph, SMG |
Kenneth Campbell and niece Julia |
We’ll end where we began – with a fervent thanksgiving. Thank you to all who organised the service and did the refreshments, to all those who so lovingly participated, and to all of you who faithfully prayed for us.
Let’s remember to say together: “My soul glorifies the Lord, and my spirit rejoices in God my Saviour!”
Thank you.