Last week, with spring’s return, I put on my walking shoes and took my first urban trek of the season. As regular readers know, the purpose of this blog is to look on life in Washington through eyes of faith. What better way to do that than to just get out there and start walking. This trek took me from the heights of Brightwood in far upper NW, to the carefully manicured gardens of Georgetown. I’ll present my reflections in two parts. The first follows:
I began at Nativity Parish (13th and Peabody, NW). Nativity one of the best examples of local church architecture that we have. Built in a gothic revival style, it’s pointed arches and stained glass windows provide a feast for the soul, a lavish space where the Lord can easily enter our day-to-day experience. And isn’t that precisely what the mystery of the Nativity is all about? The parish population has shrunken significantly over the last several decades, but exciting work is going on there under the new Administrator, Fr. Evans, who is so dedicated to his people and their neighborhood of Brightwood. If you live nearby, consider popping in for a prayer and a visit. You may find yourself prompted to ask, “How can I be a part of bringing Christ to this part of Washington?” You’ll find a warm welcome from Father and the angelic staff at the Rectory!
From Nativity, I strolled through Brightwood on my way to the bus corridor of 16th St., NW. It was mid-morning and everywhere parents and children were walking to school and work. Neighbors used to taking the same bus each morning found ready smiles and greetings at their various bus stops. There was a wonderful sense of new life for a new day. Along those lines, I was inspired by a local community garden. What a perfect metaphor for new neighborly life!
To cut just a little walking out of the trek, I took the S9 Metrobus down 16th Street to Mount Pleasant. If you’re a resident of Silver Spring or another nearby suburb, the “S” bus lines from Silver Spring Metro are a great gateway into the city. They’re generally prompt and there’s just something nice about commuting above ground. I find that when I’m not behind the wheel myself, driving in DC is actually a pleasure… especially on 16th street where stately homes, and expansive recreation zones mingle in bright sunshine to cheer up anyone willing to look. Those who have eyes should see!
The S9 dropped me at Mt. Pleasant, a district always teeming with life. Mount Pleasant is an interesting intersection of urban cultures and histories. Rich in civil war history as a major medical camp for the Army of the Potomac, it has been considered alternately as: a site for the Lincoln Memorial, a palatial gateway to the city, a hub of DC’s African American Jazz and literary scene, a civil rights launching point and now a hub of urban renewal. Here, The Salvadoran immigrant community mixes with the bohemian crowd from Adams Morgan, the well-heeled residents of expensive condos and the longtime African American population of the area. Some iconic points preserve the the imprint of these distinctive cultures.
Sacred Heart Parish has been the hub of Spanish speaking Catholic ministry in DC for decades. It’s grand architecture was a double statement of (a) God’s glory and (b) that the Catholic community of DC had ‘arrived.’ Today it remains a palace for any soul looking to be ennobled and comforted by the vision of God.
A colorful mural adorns a 15th Street row house just south of the merge into 16th Street. It presents an intermingling of cultures and communities that is the reality and not fully realized goal of Mt. Pleasant.
Following 15th Street South, I eventually came to Meridian Hill Park (a.k.a. Malcolm X Park). The Park was one of the sights originally considered for the Lincoln Memorial. This plan was eventually abandoned in favor of the National Mall. Standing on Meridian Hill Today, it’s easy to understand why. Locating the Memorial there, Lincoln would’ve dominated the city like an Olympian god; not at all in keeping with his devotion to our democratic republic. The park became an ornamental Italian garden to rival anything you’ll find in Florence. Cascading waterfalls, walking paths, shade trees and the occasional statue make Meridian Hill Park the perfect place to find some peace in the middle a busy day. Here, you’ll find monuments to President Buchanan, Dante Alighieri and even St. Joan of Arc. Situated at the head of the park’s upper mall, St. Joan charges into the bright sun shine, her horse rearing up over DC’s skyline… a powerful witness to her faith, hope, love … and patriotism… virtues available to each of us every day.
As I mentioned in an earlier post, Cardinal Newman advised that we should always look at life poetically… seeking mysteries wherever we can find them. If you’ve enjoyed this first set of reflections, looking “poetically” at last week’s urban trek… stay tuned. Part II will be posted soon!