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Books Romeros transformation still fascinates
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ROMERO: MEMORIES IN MOSAIC By Maria Lopez Vigil EPICA (1470
Irving St. N.W., Washington, DC 20010), 424 pages, $19.95
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ROMERO: REFLECTIONS ON HIS LIFE AND WRITINGS By Maria Denis, Renny
Golden, Scott Wright Orbis Books, 127 pages, $13.
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By GARY MacEOIN
We dont expect old people to change. At age 60, Oscar Romero
had clearly established a life pattern. He was a traditional cleric, a
conservative theologian, a man given to regular, solitary times of prayer. With
admirable humility and propriety, he had followed a classical path from
seminarian to priest to monsignor to bishop to archbishop without once stepping
out of line. The rest of his life was clearly mapped out, destined in all
likelihood to be crowned with a cardinals hat.
The assassination just weeks after Romero had become archbishop of
El Salvador of one of his priests, Rutilio Grande, proved the catalyst of a
total transformation. His understanding of the world in which he lived, as well
as of his own role in that world, altered radically. He had to face realities
he had previously avoided, to recognize that presidents and generals had been
lying to him, and that the priests living close to their oppressed people had
been right in challenging him to apply to his own diocese what Vatican II and
Medellín had said about institutionalized violence.
James R. Brockman and Jon Sobrino (both published by Orbis Books)
are among the many who have tried to understand and explain this conversion,
one that recalls that of Saul of Tarsus on the road to Damascus. Now Maria
Lopez Vigil adds another rich layer of insight, that of the people who touched
Romero and were touched by him. She talked for a total of a thousand hours to
some 200 people who had known the archbishop at various points in his life,
gleaning from each a significant anecdote. The result is a mosaic that provides
new depths of understanding into how this remarkable man thought and how he
allowed himself to be led by the poor.
A few extracts will give the flavor of the fascinating work of
this brilliant political analyst and poet:
Why are you coming in so late, young man?
I was at the Mass celebrated by a new priest. What
priest? I gave my grandmother the little prayer card theyd
given out during the Mass. I couldnt read it, but his name was written
there: Oscar Arnulfo Romero. First Solemn Mass. Ciudad Barrios. January 11,
1944. I have a feeling that priest is going to be a bishop, I told
her. Oh, so youre a fortuneteller, are you?
* * *
Damn, now were ruined, we seminarians
said. Monseñor Chavez had been increasing his commitment to the poor,
and Rivera had supported him for 17 years. What would happen now with Romero?
What could we do? It was hard for us, because if we didnt support our new
bishop, we didnt stand much of a chance of becoming priests.
* * *
The plaza was full to overflowing. As the Mass began, I
noticed that Monseñor Romero was sweating, pale and nervous. And when he
began his homily, it seemed slow to me, without his usual eloquence, as if he
were reluctant to go through the door of history that God was opening up for
him. I want to give a public thanks today, here in front of the
archdiocese, for the unified support that is being expressed for the only
gospel and for these our beloved priests. Many of them are in danger, and like
Father Grande, they are risking even the maximum sacrifice. Hearing the
name of Rutilio, thousands exploded into applause. This applause
confirms the profound joy that my heart feels upon taking possession of the
archdiocese and feeling that my own weaknesses and my own inabilities can find
their complement, their strength and their courage in a unified clergy. Whoever
is touching one of my priests is touching me. And they will have to deal with
me! Thousands of people were applauding him, and something rose
within him. It was then that he crossed the threshold. He went through the
door. Because, you know, there is baptism by water, and there is baptism by
blood. But there is also baptism by the people.
* * *
The line of people passing by to see him didnt
diminish day or night. They came from all over the country, from every canton,
from every corner. We men cried the same as the women.
* * *
The cathedral cant adequately hold more than 3,000
people standing up. After half an hour of battle in the plaza [where soldiers
had fired on worshippers at Romeros funeral Mass], more than twice that
many were squeezed inside. ... I was in the second line of people counting from
the wall, and Cardinal Corripio was on my right. On my left, in the line behind
me a woman was praying to God as she was beginning to die. I could barely turn
my head toward her but thats all I could do. I was a Presbyterian
layperson but I improvised the Catholic last rites. Your sins are
forgiven. Go in Gods peace, I prayed. The woman died but she
remained standing.
* * *
I heard a nun shout: Let us pray, for this is the
final hour! You could feel the fervor of that conglomeration of people,
each one praying his or her prayers, asking for a peaceful death. And flies
swarmed around the dead bodies that were falling around us and that no one
could retrieve.
* * *
The Dennis/Golden/Wright book is a very different but
complementary work. The authors have analyzed the homilies and other Romero
writings to determine the distinctive characteristics of his spirituality.
Ultimately, they agree with Lopez Vigil that what was decisive was his ability
to see Christ in the poor, or as he put it: The face of Christ is among
the sacks and baskets of the farm worker; the face of Christ is among those who
are tortured and mistreated in the prisons; the face of Christ is dying of
hunger in the children who have nothing to eat.
Reflections is an excellent addition to the Orbis series of Modern
Spiritual Masters.
Gary MacEoin may be reached at gmaceoin@cs.com
National Catholic Reporter, March 17,
2000
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