It is difficult to describe what we experienced during these unforgettable days of grace. I know it is a cliché to say that you have to experience it to understand it. But it is true! It is certainly true on this occasion. I have participated in four WYDs, the first two and the last two, and I can testify that there is something about these days that cannot be explained.
A well-known Portuguese public figure, who is agnostic and a cinema lover, wrote in a newspaper article that what he contemplated on the streets of Lisbon in this scorching summer was the most beautiful film he had ever seen. It was impossible not to be uplifted by the cheerfulness and liveliness poured out in torrents by the young people who had come to the ‘city of light’ and who filled it with the ‘other light’ they carried within themselves. We saw them everywhere, in the shopping malls, in the subway, on the buses, in the bars, in the parks, or on the roads. They gathered in small and large groups, and were like multi-colored, loud, talkative, multi-charismatic human rivers, with a kindliness that warmed the heart.
Walking among them, I saw the inhabitants of the city; some were puzzled, some interested. If Lisbon, with its magical and indescribable beauty, was a gift for these young people, they were no less a gift for this city, which will be proud to have seen one and a half million young people come together to celebrate their faith in Christ, something previously unheard of.
The Portuguese Church and the Dicastery for the Laity, Family and Life, the organizers of the event, together with the city and its civil authorities, did an amazing job. But there is no doubt that the prize goes to the young people. Who could have imagined this happening after three years of a serious pandemic and amidst an institutional crisis, such as the one the Catholic Church is going through because of abuses of various kinds?! Even though today the Spanish press gave coverage to the case of a girl with 5% visual capacity who claims to have recovered her sight in the past few days, for me the real miracle was the living faith of these young people, expressed in their own words and with a multitude of bold and even disconcerting gestures.
In fact, while they showed an overflowing enthusiasm by singing and dancing, the most emblematic moment – indeed the real centerpiece of the event – was once again the Eucharistic adoration at the vigil: more than a million people knelt down without anyone telling them to do so, to adore in ‘deafening’ silence the One they consider the ‘heart of the world’! It was impossible not to be moved. And at that moment, the fado given to us by the singer Carminho gave us goosebumps: ‘You are the star that guides my heart / You are the star that has lit my path/ You are the sign that guides me to my destiny / You are the star, and I am the pilgrim’. And one wonders at the power of attraction that a small host can exert on such a large crowd of young people spread over a field over three kilometers long (100 football pitches).
You might think that the young people who gathered in Lisbon are good people, with an orderly life, polite young people, who do not get involved with other people’s problems. Nothing could be more mistaken. An international group of young people toiled for years to come up with an artistic framework of extraordinary beauty and visual effectiveness. They constructed a huge stage, a kind of giant scaffolding on which they moved around in an ethereal manner, letting themselves fall while securely tied to ropes, and carrying the cross from side to side, up and down. The feeling of vertigo was continuous, and the choice of this approach was not accidental: at each station, with a few words of reflection and a lot of visual impact, the ‘vertigo’ that imbues the lives of young people today was crudely expressed: addictions, lack of meaning, an uncertain future, contempt for life, toxic relationships. All motifs that the cross bore, or rather, that the Crucified One bore on his shoulders, to be transfigured into new life.
Of course, the key moments of this WYD, as with the previous ones, were the meetings with the Pope. Another puzzling and characteristic feature of these events: Why do young people love the popes so much, regardless of their (the popes’) character, be it traditional, intellectual or reformist?
Apart from these highlights, the program was filled with many other smaller events, but which were no less significant, such as concerts in key city locations, meetings in nationalities, sharing with people involved in the Church in parishes or associations, and above all, the various catecheses led by the young people themselves with bishops from different parts of the world as keynote speakers. These were all opportunities to deepen the WYD motto: to “rise up” like Mary, making themselves available to the service, mission and transformation of the world.
“Have no fear, take heart, do not be afraid!” Pope Francis seemed to be speaking to the whole Church with these words. For there is no doubt that courage is needed, and in this, young people are called to be on the front line. They are the present and the future of a Church renewed by the Spirit.
A Church that, as Francis has repeated several times, desires to be a home for all, without excluding anyone, and to recover the prophetic drive that permeates it. This Church walks with new confidence, the confidence it finds in itself and beyond itself, in Jesus Christ. A Church that desires to give hospitality to all humanity in the resurrected humanity of Jesus of Nazareth, as a well-known theologian says.
Perhaps I am too optimistic, but in these few days, I have seen a young Church that has already gone a bit beyond the time of trial or is, at least, confident about overcoming it. The thousands and thousands of young people I met in Lisbon taught me this.
They don’t create problems; they do not become fossilized in criticism. Far from it, something (their purity, perhaps, refined in pain and uncertainty) leads them to focus on the core of faith with simple hearts. And, as the Master says, theirs is the Kingdom of Heaven (cf. Mt 5:1-12).
Three images summarize everything I want to express in this article: young people on the move, all over Lisbon (a symbol of the world), sometimes exhausted by the heat and tiredness accumulated after nights of little sleep. Young people with the ‘vertigo’ of the cross on their shoulders, on which all their sufferings are written. Young people kneeling in adoration, aware that in a ‘piece of bread’[ there is all of life, a life that does not pass away. The living Church, the Church of always, the Church of today, the Church of the future.
Jesús Morán
