Monday, July 19, 2021
Sunday, July 18, 2021
Saturday, July 17, 2021
Ride with Faith
The testimony of a good retreat is whether you feel refreshed or exhausted at the end. Well, we're back home now and I'm totally rejuvenated. We hit it hard and the travel home was long, but our time in Spain with the boys was the funnest adventure I've ever been on.
Some people have asked how we got to know Gerardo and Gonzalo. Well to be honest, we never even talked to them until two days before we saw them. Last summer Gerardo reached out to me wanting to spend a summer interning on a ranch in Wyoming. That'd be great, I said, and we stayed in conversation. Well as the summer drew close, the borders were closed for him to make the trip. There is always next year we thought. In prayer, however, the inspiration came for me to go over there. So I turned to my trusty sidekick Kurt and we started to plan. Our major obstacle was that the Spanish borders were closed as well, but there was hope that they would open sooner than the US. With all our ducks in a row, we waited till the two week mark to make our final decision. That morning Gerardo emailed and said they were still closed and it looked like it was a no go. One hour later, he emailed back and said they just opened, let's go! Thanks Blessed Mother.
St. Teresa of Avila once said, show me your friends and I'll show you yourself. Well if I'm anything like these young men I'm doing alright.
Our last day in Barcelona we spent on the Mediterranean Sea fishing, boating, swimming, snorkeling, wake boarding, and of course cliff jumping.
No shoes, no shirt, no problem.
Your future is bright Ol' son. And I hope to some degree I'm a part of it.
On to the next one.
Friday, July 16, 2021
Country goes to Town
Being from Wyoming I figured I was about as well cultured as they come. Turns out not. But Kurt and I got up to speed after our hike around Barcelona.
First stop was Sagrada Familia, the basilica designed by Antoni Gaudí. Undertaken about 130 yrs ago, she is still under construction.
In matters like these, it's best to listen to the experts. Ana and Inés, cousins of Gerado and Gonzalo, showed us around town and explained the rich meaning behind this church in particular.
Gaudí's whole effort was to mirror God's creation, His first cathedral. Inside is like a forest of height and light.
He was not a naturalist per se, but he used the natural to draw us into the supernatural. Sagrada Familia was Gaudí’s master piece. He died in 1926 and is buried in the crypt of this work of art. His cause for canonization is under investigation.
He has many more works around town, of which this bad boy is one.
Definitely different, but a marvel nonetheless.
Now that's more my style.
That was fun. I am super impressed by the cleanliness and beauty of this city. They say you can tell a lot about a culture by the buildings they build. Through this lens, it is clear that Spain's priority was and continues to be Christianity.
Wednesday, July 14, 2021
Tour de France and Spain
We arrived in Lourdes France after going through the epic bike race as well as a hail storm. Other than that, smoothing sailing. We paid our respects to our Lady that evening and then retired outside of town at a little local hotel.
Our Blessed Mother appeared to the little girl Bernadette Soubirous in 1858 and asked that a chapel be built here so that pilgrims can come and venerate her. Thanks St. Bernadette.
Our Lady appeared to her on various occasions and told her to dig in the sand, which revealed a spring that has brought about miraculous healings ever since. Bernadette also asked the Lady, whom at the time she didn't know that it was Mary, what her name was. To which the Lady replied, I am the Immaculate Conception. This says much. But at that time especially because just prior to this, in 1854, Pope Pius IX had officially declared the dogma of Mary's Immaculate Conception. This was a confirmation to the truth of this doctrine that many skeptics held at the time.
The next morning we had French crapes before we ventured back onto this holy ground.
I hope our Blessed Mother is pleased with this church that now gathers pilgrims from all over the world.
We were blessed to reserve a small chapel inside to celebrate Mass. This was the pinnacle moment of our entire pilgrimage. I was praying in advance that Mary would show me what more I can do in the realms of evangelization. She simple said, just celebrate the Mass.
Before we departed we prayed a Rosary at the Grotto, entrusting our lives to Mary, the Immaculate Conception and our Mother.
The next stop was Loyola to walk in the footsteps of St. Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Society of Jesus (The Jesuits). The Lord provided us a room at a local convent near his birth place. Turns out the boys' grandmother lived here for a sort time as a young woman.
Loyola Spain is the hometown of St. Ignatius. This basilica is built around the house he grew up in. As providence would again have it, this is the 500 anniversary of his conversion.
The chapel is of 16th century baroque architecture. Loud and proud.
He was of noble descent and the home is still largely intact.
A knight of great valor in his youth, Ignatius was hit with shrapnel from a canon ball in battle. Back home where he was recovering in this room, he asked for some books on chivalry. Not having them, they gave him a book on the lives of the saints. This is where his eyes were opened just a little. He noticed that when he thought about chivalry he got fired up, but soon after his heart was left empty. When he thought about living a noble life like the saints and fighting for the Kingdom of God, he got fired up AND his heart remained at peace long after. Thus began his discernment of spirits, where he learned to follow the voice of God in his heart.
Once we left Loyola we stopped by Pamplona where we was injured in battle.
Pamplona is also the home of the running with the bulls, which is held this very week. As providence would have it again, it was canceled this year to keep Kurt and I out of temptation.
Here we stopped for lunch to enjoy some Spanish bovine and vino.
The final stop was at the Cave of St. Ignatius in Manresa. He spent about 11 months coming here to pray. These rocks are where the Spiritual Exercises were composed.
Mission accomplished. Now we can just have fun. We are back in Barcelona and plan to just hangout and live as Spaniards for the next couple days.
Sunday, July 11, 2021
Arrived
Perseverance pays off. On Thursday July 8th, Kurt and I embarked on our long awaited pilgrimage to Spain and Lourdes. Well aware of that pilgrimages come with obstacles, it was no surprise that our first flight was canceled due to tropical storm Elsa. Catching a plane the next day, we eventually arrived in Barcelona and were greeted by our friends Gerardo and Gonzalo. We didn't waste any time though. The boys quickly drove us up to the Cerdanya valley nestled in the Pyrenees Mountains.
The Catholic Cowboy Crew: Kurt, Gerardo, Ol' Father, and Gonzalo
The first order of business was to scope out the terrain. No better way than on steel horses.
When the boys were 15 they started handcraft construction on this hunting camp.
A couple years later they had it ready for action.
The family has a summer home in the little town of Guils.
Meals have been off the charts. No hurry here. Mom and dad made us a mediterranean lunch and around 10pm we had dinner.
No better view of the town then from the bell tower of the local church.
Here we celebrated Sunday morning Mass. This church is about 1000 years old.
Simple beauty.
Of course we invited the rest of the clan in the neighborhood.
This afternoon we travel to Lourdes France to see our Blessed Mother. This has been the driving force of our mission. No doubt we will hit bumps in the road. But, in typical Catholic Cowboy fashion, we won't give up easy. On to the next one...
Wednesday, July 7, 2021
Generous Joe
Mirroring the generosity of Joseph is one way we can can bring about the Kingdom of God already.
Tuesday, July 6, 2021
Freedom
To get a jump on the 4th of July weekend I ran back home to check on the fam. All is well as far as I can tell. There was no use burning daylight though. So in typical Lungren fashion we hit the ground running.
Nothing spells freedom quite like a Wyoming sunrise.
I guess John Deere might be a close runner up.
We had to run up the Nowood because Dad lost his glove the last time he was there. Thanks St. Anthony.
While there we brought home this cute JD 350 that Dad acquired.
Mom had an all American meal waiting for us when we got home.
Dad turns 70 next week so we made him a photo book to commemorate the day.
You ain't no cowboy unless you have a ranch kitty.
To top off our weekend we ran up to the cabin on West 10 Cr.
Man down.
Lungren Brothers beef. It's whats for dinner.
...God bless the USA. Somewhere out there America is still alive and kicking. Nowhere is that more apparent than in Wyoming.
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