Today’s festival invites us, in some way, to cross the threshold of the Lateran Basilica and enter the nave, to stand in the midst of it and, with eyes wide open to things visible, begin to contemplate the invisible: the mystery of the Church, Bride of Christ and Mother of Christ’s faithful. To do this, we need not take ourselves off to Rome. It is enough, and more than enough, to enter into the wealth of antiphons, responsories, readings, hymns, and prayers that make up the splendour of today’s liturgy.
The liturgy summons us today us to make a pilgrimage of the heart. It is full of mysterious archetypes: thresholds and doors, stones and ladders, pillars and gates, fires and storms, trumpet blasts and mountains, water and blood. All of these resonate to the great central affirmation of the liturgy of the Dedication of a Church: “God is in his holy place” (Ps 67:6).
When we cross the threshold of a dedicated church, we pass into a mystic enclosure containing the uncontainable. We pass