Today, among other things, we visited St. Aloysius College in Mangalore. It was built in 1882 and houses a stunningly beautiful chapel filled with paintings by Brother Antonio Moscheni. I’ve never been to the Sistine Chapel but I imagine one feels the same awe stepping into it. Every wall, each part of the ceiling, every column is covered and each painting had a kind of Indian flare.
The frescoes on the walls tell the story of the life and ministry of Jesus Christ – his birth, death and resurrection, the lives he touched, the miracles he preformed, the stories he told. In addition there are paintings on canvas of the apostles and, across the ceiling, the life of St. Aloysius.
The eldest son of a wealthy family, he handed his privilege and his sword over to his younger brother so that could lead a religious life. While he was studying in Rome, plague broke out and he joined a group of volunteers to care for the sick. Becoming ill himself, he died at the young age of 23. The guide book states: “This young man who gave his life in the service of others is given as a model to the 14,000 young people studying on this campus. He had wealth, power and influence. But he gave them up in order to serve others, especially the most needy. Our students are asked to imbibe his spirit of service.”
We weren’t permitted to take pictures but here are a few pictures of the postcards purchased as we left:
- 01/21 Mariah, participant