{"id":7346,"date":"2017-07-05T07:40:18","date_gmt":"2017-07-05T12:40:18","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/?p=7346"},"modified":"2026-02-26T13:41:04","modified_gmt":"2026-02-26T19:41:04","slug":"the-holy-mountain","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/2017\/07\/05\/the-holy-mountain\/","title":{"rendered":"The Holy Mountain"},"content":{"rendered":"

Last summer my partner and I spent a month in Ireland. Below is a reflection I wrote after climbing Croagh Patrick<\/a>, an ancient pilgrimage site where St. Patrick was said to have fasted for 40 days in the 5th century.<\/span><\/i><\/p>\n

Up the holy mountain. Following a stream of stones and prayers into the mist. The fern-green embrace holds my pilgrimage. With each step it becomes clear that this mountain has known me from the beginning of time. It cradles the infinite. It holds in its heart specks of stars and primordial clay. It vibrates with the energy of the cosmos. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

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Visitors at the foot of the Holy Mountain, Croagh Patrick (image courtesy croagh-patrick.com<\/a>)<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

The final ascent is terrifying. An almost vertical climb on slate slippery stones. My heart drives blood through my body, into my shaky knees, through my ears. I hear its deep, booming pulse. It feels good to stretch, to breath, to move, to burn. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

At last the slope begins to curve toward the summit and I see his bed, adorned with rosaries from around the world. A space held sacred for a millennium. <\/span><\/p>\n

Nearby, the tiny mountain church, where I had hoped to take shelter from the cold and rain, is locked. For a while, I stand under a church eave eating a banana. I get ready to leave and walk around the building.<\/span><\/p>\n

As I turn the corner, three old Irish men are standing at the church door. One of them has a key. (His daughter was married at the church last year and the priest forgot to ask for the key back.) He flings the doors open. I ask if I can join, and the four of us walk in.<\/span><\/p>\n

It\u2019s warm and dark and safe in the church. A statue of Patrick stands behind the tabernacle next to Christ on the cross. The fellas walk past the kneelers, up to the simple altar.<\/span><\/p>\n

They ask me to take their picture with the Saint and the Son of God. I do. Then one them takes out a flask and four small metal cups. He pours the whiskey into the cups on the altar. \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

He looks to his friends, <\/span>\u201c<\/span>Boys, this one\u2019s for Damien.<\/span>\u201d <\/span><\/p>\n

He slides me a glass, <\/span>\u201c<\/span>Fer the photographer.<\/span>\u201d<\/span> \u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

We throw back the whiskey. The warm spreads down my cold body. They ask if I want another. They say if I have a couple more, I could fly down the mountain. <\/span><\/p>\n

I thank God that the Church, in that moment, was stripped down to what it was meant to be. A place for ordinary people to share life, to create sacrament, to claim as our own. I thank God for the sanctity of complete strangers. I thank God for the Eucharist in a shot of whiskey on the Holy Mountain.<\/span><\/p>\n

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Croagh Patrick (image courtesy croagh-patrick.com<\/a>)<\/em><\/figcaption><\/figure>\n

About the Rabble Rouser<\/a>:<\/strong><\/p>\n

Joe Kruse<\/strong><\/a><\/p>\n

\"joe-kruse-jpg\"<\/a><\/span><\/i><\/strong>Joe Kruse, a friend of Sister Julia through the La Crosse, Wisconsin, community,\u00a0<\/span>is one of the founders of the Minneapolis Catholic Worker community in south Minneapolis, Minnesota. He grew up around Catholic Workers at the Place of Grace Catholic Worker community his parents helped start in La Crosse. Now he spends most of his time working at\u00a0Rye House<\/a>, one of the Minneapolis Catholic Worker hospitality houses. He also has invested a lot of time and energy into anti-frac sand organizing, leading discussions and workshops about\u00a0structural\u00a0racism and white privilege,\u00a0and\u00a0activism\u00a0around racial and economic justice in Minneapolis.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"Last summer my partner and I spent a month in Ireland. Below is a reflection I wrote after climbing Croagh Patrick, an ancient pilgrimage site where St. Patrick was said to have fasted for 40 days in the 5th century. Up the holy mountain. Following a stream of stones and prayers into the mist. The...","protected":false},"author":115048399,"featured_media":7347,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_acf_changed":false,"_kad_blocks_custom_css":"","_kad_blocks_head_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_body_custom_js":"","_kad_blocks_footer_custom_js":"","episode_type":"","audio_file":"","podmotor_file_id":"","podmotor_episode_id":"","cover_image":"","cover_image_id":"","duration":"","filesize":"","filesize_raw":"","date_recorded":"","explicit":"","block":"","_kad_post_transparent":"","_kad_post_title":"","_kad_post_layout":"","_kad_post_sidebar_id":"","_kad_post_content_style":"","_kad_post_vertical_padding":"","_kad_post_feature":"","_kad_post_feature_position":"","_kad_post_header":false,"_kad_post_footer":false,"_kad_post_classname":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[2178641],"tags":[482146,7104,214,2416,698755374,165265,270230,401,7816,1405228,768,698755383,1861871,279260,187387,1289778,843611],"series":[698756626],"class_list":["post-7346","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-prayer-and-spirituality","tag-altar","tag-catholic","tag-christianity","tag-church","tag-community","tag-croagh-patrick","tag-cross","tag-faith","tag-god","tag-holy-mountain","tag-ireland","tag-pilgrimage","tag-poetry-2","tag-sacrament","tag-sacred","tag-sanctity","tag-st-patrick","series-messy-jesus-business"],"acf":[],"episode_featured_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/06\/crough-patrick-courtesy-crough-patrick-com.jpg","episode_player_image":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/wp-content\/plugins\/seriously-simple-podcasting\/assets\/images\/no-album-art.png","download_link":"","player_link":"","audio_player":false,"episode_data":{"playerMode":"dark","subscribeUrls":{"apple_podcasts":{"key":"apple_podcasts","url":"","label":"Apple Podcasts","class":"apple_podcasts","icon":"apple-podcasts.png"},"stitcher":{"key":"stitcher","url":"","label":"Stitcher","class":"stitcher","icon":"stitcher.png"},"google_podcasts":{"key":"google_podcasts","url":"","label":"Google Podcasts","class":"google_podcasts","icon":"google-podcasts.png"},"spotify":{"key":"spotify","url":"","label":"Spotify","class":"spotify","icon":"spotify.png"}},"rssFeedUrl":"https:\/\/customwordpresssites.com\/mjb\/feed\/podcast\/messy-jesus-business","embedCode":"

The Holy Mountain<\/a><\/blockquote>