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Sunday, November 13: The Beatification

As soon as the basilica opened everybody ran inside to get a good seat.  The Tuareg were applauded and so were the general and officials of the St. Cyr Military Academy (where Br. Charles did his training).  About 60 of them came in their uniforms.  And about 250 members of Br. Charles' family were there, including a 2-month-old infant.

Not everybody expected the Pope to make an appearance, so when he came at the end of Mass to venerate the relics everyone stood up and cheered him (we learned later that he asked to keep Br. Charles' relics in his private chapel).  Then, unexpectedly, he came down to greet those seated in the front row, among them the Tuaregs, who were so moved and proud to be the first of their tribe to have held the Pope's hand.  It was a historical moment for both.  They were such a sensation that when they came out of St. Peter's they were swarmed by people who wanted to have their photo taken with them.  Not missing their opportunity, they handed out tourist brochures of Tamanrasset.  They also danced with a group singing Gospel songs near the obelisk in the square.  You could tell they were relishing it all.
 
The crowd in St Peter’s Square
where the banners of  the newly beatified hung .
Monday, November 14: The Mass of Thanksgiving

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As it was a working day, many pilgrims, particularly those who had come from France, had gone home right after the Beatification.  But the Trappists' church was once again overflowing with people.  Unlike at St. Peter's [where Masses are said according to strict Vatican protocol], the atmosphere was more alive, spontaneous and joyful.  We sang and prayed in different languages and the African little sisters danced for the offertory.  

Kathryn Spink, English biographer of l.sr. Magdeleine and others, did  the first reading.  The Gospel was read in Arabic by Archbishop Georges of Mosul, Iraq.  Bishop Rault of the Sahara gave a beautiful homily, presenting Br. Charles as so human, like us.  


At the end of all of this our Tuareg guests wanted to express their gratitude for the welcome they had received by cooking an Algerian dish called couscous for the 250 of us who were still there.  
After we enjoyed the meal, they prepared Algerian tea, as we shared, laughed, sang and danced.  That night, there were no Muslims, Catholics, Protestants, just brothers and sisters...
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