On October 28, 212, the Roman Emperor Constantine defeated his rival at the battle of the Milvian Bridge, an event of world-historical significance for western civilization and for the future of Christianity.
Sometime in the next few centuries, October 28 became the feast of the Apostles Simon and Jude, the latter the patron of desperate situations.
Fast forward to October 28, 1886, on which day the Statue of Liberty was dedicated by U.S. President Grover Cleveland. That statue still stands on an island in New York Harbor and was the monument which greeted generations of immigrants to this country, including my four grandparents.
On October 28, 1922, Mussolini's Fascists began their "March on Rome." Two days later, King Vittorio Emmanuele III appointed Mussolini Prime Minister, and under il Duce's leadership Italy began its own tragic march to despotism, world war, and then civil war. Thanks to the U.S. 14th Amendment, my parents were already American citizens by birth,
On October 28, 1965, the Second Vatican Council issued Nostra Aetate, the Council's "Declaration on the Relation of the Church to Non-Christian Religions," which truly transformed the Church's relationship with the modern world.
Finally, on October 28, 1995, at Saint Peter's Church, Toronto, I was ordained a priest. Compared to all of the above, that was an event little noted nor long remembered - except by me, for whom it was the fulfillment of long-delayed aspiration and the beginning of a most fulfilling ministry and life.
Celebrating my 30th anniversary last year, I recalled "an amazingly grace-filled path, punctuated by daily Masses, Sunday Masses, school Masses, Spanish Masses, Italian Masses, Wedding Masses, Funeral Masses, an amazingly grace-filled path from Toronto to New York, to Knoxville, now back to New York: singing Christmas carols on Bloor Street and blessing Saint Anthony’s Bread, living through the soul-searing sadness of 9/11 and the welcome comfort of weekly breakfasts with parishioners at the Flame, the spiritual uplift of pilgrimages to famous shrines and a summer spent studying at Windsor Castle, the challenge of walking for miles in the pre-dawn dark at World Youth Day in Cologne, and the adventures of saint-school in Rome, then pastor of Knoxville’s historic and beautiful first parish church, and the amazing adventure of chairing meetings, paying bills, replacing a boiler, restoring the church ceiling and climbing the scaffolding to touch a century-old ceiling painting, blogging, e-mailing, and eventually even live-streaming, teaching and learning, preaching, praying with the sick, baptizing babies, burying the dead, caring for a cemetery, now doing some of the same but on a much smaller scale as superior of this wonderful community – all the time being challenged and stretched in ways I had hardly ever expected."
A year later, what more can anyone say?
Let the Church's liturgy have the final word:
For the glory of your name, O Lord, I have joyfully celebrated the mystery of faith to mark the anniversary of my priestly ordination, so that I may be in truth what I have handled mystically in this sacrifice. Through Christ our Lord. Amen. (Postcommunion Prayer, Votive Mass on the Anniversary of Ordination).
Photo: Bishop Attila Miklósházy, SJ, Bishop of Hungarian Emigrants, lays hands on me at my priestly ordination, Saint Peter's Church, Toronto, October 28, 1995.





