The Bishop and the Cathedral

By Eilene Lyon

Several years ago, my local book club read Death Comes for the Archbishop by one of my favorite authors, Willa Cather. It’s a fictional story of two real men, missionaries from France, who arrived in Santa Fe in 1851, not long after New Mexico became part of the United States.

Cather calls them Bishop Jean Marie Latour and Father Joseph Vaillant. Their true identities are Jean-Baptiste Lamy and Joseph Machebeuf. They became friends as young men in France and came to America together to serve as missionaries in Ohio.

In the fictional account, Cather vividly brings the New Mexican frontier to life with its Native American and Hispano residents. The weather and harsh terrain are antagonists as much as any persons. The Bishop and Vicar are introduced to some of the more mystical religious beliefs of the people as they work to convert them to the Catholic Church.

Fr. Jean-Baptiste Lamy, Bishop and Archbishop of Santa Fe 1853-1885. (Wikimedia Commons)

In 1850, Lamy was elevated to become the first bishop in New Mexico Territory, with Machebeuf as his Vicar General. The area had previously been served by priests answering to the bishop in Durango, Mexico. Lamy’s territory encompassed what is now New Mexico, Colorado, Arizona, part of Utah, and the area around El Paso. The southernmost portions were contested by the Mexican bishop for decades.

An arduous journey that included a shipwreck, where he lost most of his belongings, brought Lamy to Santa Fe in the summer of 1851, where he was warmly welcomed by the people—but not by the Mexican clergy, who had no intention of letting this Frenchman take over their parishes!

Bishop Joseph Machebeuf of Colorado. (Wikimedia Commons)

Not long ago I learned, via historian David McCullough, about the biography Lamy of Santa Fe by Paul Horgan, a Pulitzer prize-winning book published in 1975. I found a copy at the local college and slowly absorbed all 400 pages, which includes some wonderful historic photographs.

I’m not religious, and have no connection to Catholicism, but Lamy impressed me with his dedication to his faith and to the people he served. He elevated their quality of life and provided them with inspiration toward a moral existence.

His Vicar General, Joseph Machebeuf, later became the first bishop in Colorado. I wrote about him in my book What Lies Beneath Colorado. He is buried in Mt. Olivet Catholic Cemetery in Wheat Ridge. The two men contrasted in almost every way.

Lamy was tall, but suffered from periods of debilitating health issues. He had a subtle way of dealing with people. Machebeuf was a small, wiry, but tough man. He proselytized with passion and warmth that endeared him to the people he served.

The choir loft and rose window above the main entrance to St. Francis Cathedral.

The interior west that was previously “controlled” by Mexico (but more by the Navajo, Puebloans, Apache and Utes), had long been a place where people lived on the margin. There were no educational institutions, and the clergy were corrupt in every possible way: drinking, gambling, stealing, and even adultery.

Lamy changed all that, but not without difficulty. He relied on Rome and his church in France to support his mission in America for many decades. He brought in nuns and priests from Europe and eastern states. They created educational institutions and built churches throughout the southwest.

Map of the travels of Lamy and Machebeuf from the inside cover of “Lamy of Santa Fe” by Paul Horgan. One thing not clear from the map is the many trips Lamy took to St. Louis, Baltimore, and Rome, while he served in Santa Fe. Click to enlarge.

The Cathedral Basilica of St. Francis of Assisi was another major accomplishment, though it was not quite completed in Lamy’s lifetime. An earlier adobe church stood on the site, the last in a line of primitive structures dating back to the founding of Santa Fe in 1610.

Lamy hired an architect from France and stonemasons from Italy. The builders located stone quarries within 20 miles of Santa Fe. They constructed the new church, built in Romanesque Revival style,  around the adobe one, then removed the adobe after the outer portion was completed. Only one small portion of the original remains as a side chapel.

Construction began in 1869 and the cathedral was dedicated in 1887. Pope Benedict XVI elevated it to a Basilica in 2005. Lamy became archbishop in 1875. He retired in 1885, died in 1888, and is buried within the sanctuary.

You can find a virtual tour of the cathedral online. When we visited, a docent shared many stories with us. We learned that the statue of the Blessed Virgin Mary, made in Spain in the 1400s, was brought to America in 1625. She is the oldest such icon in the country.

The cathedral is a beautiful testimony to the life and spiritual improvements that Archbishop Lamy brought to the people of New Mexico.

Our Lady of Peace Chapel and the Blessed Virgin Mary statue.

Feature image: Bronze likeness of Archbishop J. B. Lamy in front of St. Francis Cathedral in Santa Fe.

11 thoughts on “The Bishop and the Cathedral

Add yours

  1. I’m not sure how I feel about missionary work. I don’t have a problem with helping people, but I’m not comfortable with the hard sell on religion. However, the architecture of the Church is beautiful.

    Liked by 1 person

    1. Oh, I agree with you. But the church came in when the secular state simply did nothing to help these people get educated and more. And most of the people they served had been converted to Catholicism centuries earlier.

      Like

    2. I feel I should expand on that. The Pueblo Indians were nominally Catholic due to the Franciscan missionaries of the 1600s and 1700s. The Hispano population traced their ancestry directly to Spain, even if they were Mestizo. That’s still true of much of the population in this region today.

      In Colorado, Machebeuf ministered to the Irish and Italian Catholics who came during the gold rush, not the Native Americans.

      Liked by 1 person

  2. I’m with you, not a religious person but I do admire those whose faith is that strong. They don’t preach, they simply do. I dig that just fine. As I do this architecture, and the stories too!

    Liked by 1 person

  3. I have never read Death Comes for the Archbishop, but now that I know it is partly in Santa Fe, I must add it to my last. I wonder whether my great-great-grandfather met Lamy. I bet he did as their time in Santa Fe must have overlapped.

    Thanks, Eilene!

    Like

Leave a reply to Wakinguponthewrongsideof Cancel reply

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.

Create a website or blog at WordPress.com

Up ↑

Something to Ponder About

Human Created Content - Creative Writing - Australia

Retirement Reflections

What I Wish I Knew Before I Retired

retirementtransition

Life is a series of transitions, and so is the retirement journey.

ARTISTIC PENSION

Creative, non-monetary forms of payment

olderfatterhappierdotcom

Random musings on style and substance

Durango Weather Guy

Where the locals go, because the locals know!

Marie's Meanderings

Internet home for Marie Zhuikov: Blogger, Author, Poet, Photographer

Robby Robin's Journey

Reflections of an inquiring retiree ...

bluebird of bitterness

The opinions expressed are those of the author. You go get your own opinions.

Snakes in the Grass

A Blog of Retirement and Related Thoughts

I Seek Dead People

I write about genealogy on this site. Come see what's going on!

Moore Genealogy

Fun With Genealogy

My Slice of Mexico

Discover and re-discover Mexico’s cuisine, culture and history through the recipes, backyard stories and other interesting findings of an expatriate in Canada

Waking up on the Wrong Side of 50

Navigating the second half of my life

Oregon's Willamette Valley

The people, places, and things that make the Willamette Valley shine

Closer to the Edge

Journeys Through the Second Half of Life

A Dalectable Life

Doing the best I can to keep it on the bright side

Amusives

Quips, Quotes; How To and How Knot To

Eilene Lyon

Author, Speaker, Family Historian

bleuwater

thoughts about life from below the surface