Hard to believe that eight years have passed since World Youth Days began in Toronto on July 23, 2002. We've seen a lot happen in the church since that time yet I would be hard pressed to remember a more inspirational, challenging, moving, joyful and demanding summer than that of 2002.It seems like just a few sleeps ago we were welcoming the world to our country, pilgrims were experiencing the hospitality of our family of faith from coast to coast and Toronto was about to turn into Catholic City, with hundreds of thousands of pilgrims, bishops, Cardinals and a Pope as temporary residents. There was every reason to believe things would be fraught with chaos. Instead, these pilgrims injected faith, good humour, smiles and a happy disposition that would prompt even some of the most critical journalists, non believers and opponents of the church to remark that it was, indeed, a blessed experience.Was it perfect? Absolutely not. Yet in my own experience having attended four international World Youth Days, it's in the imperfections that we find the most meaning. The bus that was too crowded to pack onto meant a walk with strangers that turned into discussions about faith, life, hopes and dreams. Food stations with hour long lineups meant gathering in small groups and sharing a pizza slice, fruit, hot dogs and cold drinks - you might say a modern day loaves and fishes scenario. A 12 hour walk back from the closing mass at World Youth Day 2000 in Rome, under 120 degree heat remains one of the highlights of my own personal faith journey.In my dealings with journalists and Catholics from around the world, they still hearken back to those summer days in July 2002 with fond memories. Who could forget the sight of Pope John Paul II walking down the stairs as he arrived at Pearson International Airport, the days ahead providing what would be his final international World Youth Day appearance?I guess what will stand out for me, aside from sleeping in my own bed for World Youth Day 2002, is the simple events, the blessings, the moments that you felt what you were experiencing was exactly what it means to be Catholic - hospitality, prayer, community, love.
Having the pleasure of traveling the last 43 days with the World Youth Day Cross leading up to the start of WYD is another one of my top 5 Catholic moments. Taking the cross to places where faith was a beacon of hope was like a daily chapter of Chicken Soup for the Soul - the community organization, parishes working together in collaboration, ethnic communities embarking on a project en masse, churches, schools, social service agencies, it all was a little overwhelming at times.
Certain moments are etched in the memory bank - a seniors centre where those in their declining years grasped the cross as if it were a final goodbye, closing city streets for this symbol of faith on its travels, greeted with full paparazzi in tow, recording every movement and appearance this chipped, fragile cross would make.
We also brought the WYD Cross to places where faith played no prominent role but perhaps its presence could provide comfort (nightclubs, casinos, shopping malls, prisons) and even to places that would be cool to just take the cross for a quick visit, like outside the top of the CN Tower (as pictured above).So whether it was the World Youth Day Cross, pilgrims from a distant land welcomed at your parish, the sight of thousands of young people confessing their sins on the shores of Lake Ontario or a final mass that marinated pilgrims until the Pope arrived and the sun came out, it's hard to believe seven years have passed. The summer of 2002 was a special one. The summer of 2010 in our city? I guess it will be remembered first for G20 security, protests, arrests and some damage to the downtown core. Instead of fencing in our city, maybe we just needed some more people willing to sing on the bus, share the food in their knapsacks and the prayers in their hearts? Photos: Tim Lee Loy, Archdiocese of Toronto