John Predmore, S.J., is a USA East Province Jesuit and was the pastor of Jordan's English language parish. He teaches art and directs BC High's adult spiritual formation programs. Formerly a retreat director in Gloucester, Massachusetts. Ignatian Spirituality is given through guided meditations, weekend-, 8-day, and 30-day Retreats based on The Spiritual Exercises of St. Ignatius of Loyola. Ignatian Spirituality serves the contemporary world as people strive to develop a friendship with God.
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Tuesday, November 22, 2011
Monday, November 21, 2011
Prayer: John of Avila
Be sure to show to your neighbor the same love which God has shown towards you.... God will pardon your many crimes for the one offense you forgive your neighbors; God will be long-suffering with you in return for a little patience shown towards others; God will reward you with abundant riches for the small alms you bestow. Strive earnestly, therefore, to keep the law of charity, for that is your life.
Sunday, November 20, 2011
This is a fascinating video about a parking attendant who validates. It shows the rich power of a kind word.
The Parking Lot validator
The Parking Lot validator
Spirituality: John Howard Griffin
Tragedy
is not in the condition but in [hu]man's perception of the condition.
Literature: Dante
Midway in our life's journey, I went astray from the straight road and woke to find myself alone in a dark wood.
Saturday, November 19, 2011
Prayer: Faith Healing by Isabel Lagarda, 2004
(Based on Mark 5: 21-43)
It started out as a tiny stain
a secret mark only I could see.
But then it grew
I had no control
the scarlet trickle
now so many streams
waves of body-crumpling pain
my very life flowing out
washing my worth away
A dozen years go by
like a river
a hundred thousand suspicious looks
and noses wrinkled in disgust
abhorring the sickening smell
my bleeding from within
a shame
my shame
a bleeding from within
the blame on me
itself a stain
the doubt like cobwebs in my mind
impossible to sweep aside
my twisted, lonely womb
a wasteland
fruitless
suffering
exhausting years
doctors’ bloody fingers prodding
in their scientific way
uprooting memories invading,
haunting, tearing through
my flesh
hurting, the looks of so many men
condemning, the women looking away,
then the doctors’ hands held out
for coins that I no longer had
even after I swept desperately,
every corner,
on my hands and knees.
If only I could reach
the borders of some miracle.
What are the chances
some person on this miserable earth
would take the yoke of my trouble
and bear the burden with me?
No one wants to hear this story.
No one wants to look at pain.
No one believes the pain is that bad.
I cannot just curl up and hope.
I cannot wait.
The crowd swarms around me.
I am salt in the sea.
I can smell the rank sweat on the men
on all sides.
They would call me unclean
but they are no cleaner.
They’re pressing too hard;
I can barely breathe.
I am so close—just another arm’s length,
just beyond that wall of shoulders,
then I won’t have to wait
for the face-to-face plea.
I can hide, faceless, nameless, worthless
among these worthier ones.
My secret will be safe.
The healer passes by.
The crowd begs him to stay
but a synagogue leader’s child is ill—
what am I to that?
So many woes much greater than mine,
so many hands reaching for him.
If I stoop low enough
I’ll be able to touch some part of him
just a sandal strap
the edge of his robe
something, anything to connect
my stinking life
with a presence holier than all this.
I would gladly take
a crumb from his table
a scrap of his care
the leavings
a particle
—there must be some power
infinite enough
to fill a particle.
He pauses to smile at a baby who smiles.
The grown-ups are impatient.
The moment has come.
I am on my knees again.
The threads of his cloak
are just beyond my fingertips.
The blood oozes from me
as I strain to reach,
reminding me of my shame.
a little more…
a little farther…
just a little more…
I can reach him…
There!
I grasp the cloth in my hand.
Sweet relief: it is accomplished.
At first the momentary joy is enough.
But he turns.
Somehow he knows.
Who touched me, he says.
I recoil; my hands begin to shake.
The men start to laugh
But he is dead serious.
I’m scared.
My soul is caving in.
Where can I run?
There is no place to hide.
Everyone is reaching, grasping, holding,
but he can feel the difference—
in his body
he felt the transformation
as my own body and blood were changed.
He will bring all eyes upon me
who would never merit a second glance.
You touched me, he says softly,
not in accusation
but in recognition
as if he were talking to a friend.
Please do not make me the center of all this
Please leave me in peace
Attend to that precious, precious child
Don’t delay for a woman
Whose life counts for nothing.
But this man is not like other men.
This man reverses everything.
The unnoticeable he notices;
the unlovable he loves;
punishment and payment are not his way;
suffering and death not ours.
He says I had faith before I came
but he doesn’t know
how could he know
I did not have any faith at all
I don’t even know what that is
apart from what I see in him:
enough faith
to look at each of us
as if each of us were priceless,
to know joy even in a world full of pain,
to speak to the hungry and eat with sinners,
to bring life where no life is possible.
Talitha koumi he says
as if it were that simple.
He says to those who cannot even move
Rise, pick up your mat, and walk.
Rise, he says—
and why should that be so hard?
After all
we have seen the face of God
and lived.
-Isabel Legarda, 2004
It started out as a tiny stain
a secret mark only I could see.
But then it grew
I had no control
the scarlet trickle
now so many streams
waves of body-crumpling pain
my very life flowing out
washing my worth away
A dozen years go by
like a river
a hundred thousand suspicious looks
and noses wrinkled in disgust
abhorring the sickening smell
my bleeding from within
a shame
my shame
a bleeding from within
the blame on me
itself a stain
the doubt like cobwebs in my mind
impossible to sweep aside
my twisted, lonely womb
a wasteland
fruitless
suffering
exhausting years
doctors’ bloody fingers prodding
in their scientific way
uprooting memories invading,
haunting, tearing through
my flesh
hurting, the looks of so many men
condemning, the women looking away,
then the doctors’ hands held out
for coins that I no longer had
even after I swept desperately,
every corner,
on my hands and knees.
If only I could reach
the borders of some miracle.
What are the chances
some person on this miserable earth
would take the yoke of my trouble
and bear the burden with me?
No one wants to hear this story.
No one wants to look at pain.
No one believes the pain is that bad.
I cannot just curl up and hope.
I cannot wait.
The crowd swarms around me.
I am salt in the sea.
I can smell the rank sweat on the men
on all sides.
They would call me unclean
but they are no cleaner.
They’re pressing too hard;
I can barely breathe.
I am so close—just another arm’s length,
just beyond that wall of shoulders,
then I won’t have to wait
for the face-to-face plea.
I can hide, faceless, nameless, worthless
among these worthier ones.
My secret will be safe.
The healer passes by.
The crowd begs him to stay
but a synagogue leader’s child is ill—
what am I to that?
So many woes much greater than mine,
so many hands reaching for him.
If I stoop low enough
I’ll be able to touch some part of him
just a sandal strap
the edge of his robe
something, anything to connect
my stinking life
with a presence holier than all this.
I would gladly take
a crumb from his table
a scrap of his care
the leavings
a particle
—there must be some power
infinite enough
to fill a particle.
He pauses to smile at a baby who smiles.
The grown-ups are impatient.
The moment has come.
I am on my knees again.
The threads of his cloak
are just beyond my fingertips.
The blood oozes from me
as I strain to reach,
reminding me of my shame.
a little more…
a little farther…
just a little more…
I can reach him…
There!
I grasp the cloth in my hand.
Sweet relief: it is accomplished.
At first the momentary joy is enough.
But he turns.
Somehow he knows.
Who touched me, he says.
I recoil; my hands begin to shake.
The men start to laugh
But he is dead serious.
I’m scared.
My soul is caving in.
Where can I run?
There is no place to hide.
Everyone is reaching, grasping, holding,
but he can feel the difference—
in his body
he felt the transformation
as my own body and blood were changed.
He will bring all eyes upon me
who would never merit a second glance.
You touched me, he says softly,
not in accusation
but in recognition
as if he were talking to a friend.
Please do not make me the center of all this
Please leave me in peace
Attend to that precious, precious child
Don’t delay for a woman
Whose life counts for nothing.
But this man is not like other men.
This man reverses everything.
The unnoticeable he notices;
the unlovable he loves;
punishment and payment are not his way;
suffering and death not ours.
He says I had faith before I came
but he doesn’t know
how could he know
I did not have any faith at all
I don’t even know what that is
apart from what I see in him:
enough faith
to look at each of us
as if each of us were priceless,
to know joy even in a world full of pain,
to speak to the hungry and eat with sinners,
to bring life where no life is possible.
Talitha koumi he says
as if it were that simple.
He says to those who cannot even move
Rise, pick up your mat, and walk.
Rise, he says—
and why should that be so hard?
After all
we have seen the face of God
and lived.
-Isabel Legarda, 2004
Friday, November 18, 2011
Prayer: Teresa Benedicta of the Cross
It
is most important that the Holy Eucharist becomes life's focal point: that the
eucharistic Savior is the center of existence; that every day is received from
his hand and laid back therein; that the day's happenings are deliberated with
him. In this way, God is given the best opportunity to be heard in the heart,
to form the soul, and to make its faculties clear-sighted and alert for the
supernatural.
Thursday, November 17, 2011
Prayer: Caryll Houselander
The rhythm of God's law is the gathering rhythm of song. It is set in great measures, not conflicting with human nature, but keeping time with it, and catching it up into its own torrent of beauty as a pebble is caught up in a running stream.
Wednesday, November 16, 2011
Christ the King
November 20, 2011
Ezekiel 34:11-12,
15-17; Psalm 23; 1 Corinthians 15:20-26, 28; Matthew 25:31-46
The
Feast of Christ the King marks the final Sunday of the year and the return of
the Lord Jesus to inaugurate the final judgment of our moral choices. It
becomes our day to check in on ourselves to see how faithfully we are imitating
the life of Jesus and make needed amends. All of creation will be called to
account and the righteous will be taken up into heaven as a reward for their
fidelity.
The
feast is relatively new to the church calendar as Pius XI instituted it in 1925
as a response to the rise of secularism in which church leaders thought the
role of Christ was becoming displaced. It falls on the 34 Sunday of Ordinary
Time in November. With the rise of dictatorships in Europe, Pius XI thought
that the masses of people were getting pulled into the orbits of earthly
leaders with new types of secular-based governments. Mass attendance was at a
low point and respect for Christ and the Church was waning. This feast was to
bolster a strong image of the church and remind everyone that Christ still
reigned supreme while other governmental leaders would pass away.
The
image of a strong, kingly Christ depicted by Pius XI is diametrically opposed
to the one presented in the readings. Ezekiel describes the right leader of
Israel to be a caring, compassionate shepherd who will exhaust his resources to
rescue his scattered sheep when it is cloudy and dark. This shepherd will tend
to them by giving them rest, by binding up the injured, healing the sick, and
seek out the strayed and the lost. This leader will separate his sheep for
those of other shepherds and lead them to safety. He knows his sheep well
enough to segregate them from other sheep and from rams and goats. This leader
has intimate knowledge of his flock and will provide for all their needs. The
responsorial psalm, the Twenty-Third, gives us another glimpse of this
care-giver who refreshes our souls and leads us to right paths.
In
the Last Judgment passage in Matthew, Jesus becomes the Good Shepherd once
again. He too will separate his sheep from those sheep who belong to others. He
will separate them from the goats as well. His measure of discernment is
whether his sheep grow in intimate knowledge of him and thereby imitate his
attitude towards others. We mimic his outpouring concern for others by feeding
the hungry, giving drink to the thirsty, welcoming the stranger, clothing the
naked, and caring for the imprisoned. Our response to others is to be genuine
service to them because we care for their human dignity. We are not concerned
for glory from God or humans because our natural response is human regard for
those who struggle and suffer.
We
desire in our church not leaders who are strong and firm in their authority but
those who lovingly and affectionately understands and provides for the people
of God. Speaking loudly with firm purpose does no good if the people do not
sense the leader cares for them. Fostering a culture that adheres to unyielding
universal rules and making pronouncements about who is righteous or sinful builds
little trust or credibility when the flock cannot sense genuine concern for
every person's dignity and well-being. The flock recognizes either genuine or
inauthentic motives in the one who sets out to be their shepherd. Without
genuine care, the flock scatters. The flock will not abandon the true shepherd
(they still recognize his voice), but may seek other ways to access the good
shepherd.
We
want our church to have leaders who like being with the people of God and will
exhaust resources to provide for them in darkness. The world is filled with people
who hunger for the word of God and we are to speak in new ways to attract
people to the Good Shepherd. We are to lead people who are dry and weary with
life to the one who offers the cup of eternal life. We are at our best when we
welcome the stranger - not put restrictions on them or create a smaller, purer
church - but let them know that their unique contributions will enrich us. We
reach out to those who feel disempowered and we help them access the power of
Christ, the redeemer and liberator. We know that so many are bound by demons
and imprisoned by disordered attachments and we want them to come to know that by
journeying together with our struggles we meet the face of God.
Christ
the Shepherd is our King. Long live Christ the King. May we imitate his tender,
gentle ways and respond to his loving invitations!
Themes for this Week’s Masses
First
Reading: In Daniel, Babylonian King Nebuchadnezzar laid
siege to Jerusalem and tried to rebuild Israeli nobility in his own image. He
selected Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah among others as his recruits.
Daniel sought not to defile himself with the king's food and wine. After
dietary tests, the four men gave knowledge and proficiency in literature and
science. Daniel became known for his dream interpretations. Daniel interpreted
a dream for the king that predicted his future fate. Nebuchadnezzar's kingdom
will fall to be replaced by others, but God's kingdom shall stand.
During a feast of the king's son, Belshazzar, a
vision of a human hand appeared and wrote: Mene, Tekel, Peres. Daniel
interpreted it to mean the kingdom was numbered, Belshazzar's rule was found
lacking, and the kingdom will be divided among the Medes and the Persians.
Daniel violated the king's prohibition because of his prayer and the king tried
to rescue Daniel, but his adversaries demanded thorough justice. Daniel was
thrown into the lion's den and remained throughout the night, but the lion did
not attack him. The king rejoiced and Daniel was found innocent before God. Daniel
then interpreted an apocalyptic dream with four beasts. One like the son of man
approached the Ancient One and this man received dominion, glory, and kingship
on heaven and earth. He will rule and judge the world giving dominion to the
ones who will serve and obey him.
Gospel:
In Jerusalem, the people are looking for a sign and Jesus tells them that
someone else will come in his name to deceive people into thinking the time has
come. Wars and insurrections will happen before the great war that will usher
in the lasting kingdom. His followers will face persecution and will be kicked
out of their houses of worship. However, his spirit will be with them to give
solid witness. Their lives shall be saved. Great calamity and confusion will
beset the world as events shake out. After all these things occur, the Son of
Man will come in a cloud with power and great glory. Be fortified because
redemption is at hand. Heaven and earth will pass away, but his words will
remain eternal. Therefore, do not let your hearts get drowsy from licentiousness
or the anxieties of daily life. Be vigilant and pray that you have the strength
to escape the immanent tribulations.
Saints of the Week
Monday: The
Presentation of Mary originated as a feast in 543 when the basilica of St.
Mary's the New in Jerusalem was dedicated. The day commemorate the event when
Mary's parent brought her to the Temple to dedicate her to God. The Roman
church began to celebrate this feast in 1585.
Tuesday: Cecilia,
martyr (2nd or 3rd century), is the patron saint of music because of the
song she sang at her wedding. She died just days after her husband, Valerian,
and his brother were beheaded for refusing to sacrifice to the gods. She is
listed in the First Eucharistic prayer as an early church martyr.
Wednesday: Clement
I, pope and martyr (d. 99) is also mentioned in the First Eucharistic
prayer. He is the third pope and was martyred in exile. He is presumed to be a
former slave in the imperial court. He wrote a letter to the Corinthians after
a revolt and as pope he restored ordered within the ministries.
Columban,
abbot (d. 615) was an Irish monk who left Ireland for
France with 12 companions to found a monastery as a base for preaching. They
established 3 monasteries within 10 years. Columban opposed the king's polygamy
and was expelled. He set up monasteries in Switzerland and Italy before he
died. Though he was expelled, the monasteries were permitted to remain open.
Miguel
Pro, S.J., martyr (1891-1927) lived in Guadalupe,
Mexico before entering the Jesuits. Public worship was forbidden in Mexico so
Miguel became an undercover priest often wearing disguises. He was arrested and
ordered to be shot in front of a firing squad without benefit of a trial.
Before he died she shouted out, "Long live Christ the King."
Thursday: Andrew
Dung-Lac and companion martyrs (1785-1839) were missionaries to Vietnam
during the 17th through 19th centuries. Over 130,000 Christians were killed,
including priests, sisters, brothers, and lay people. Many of these were
Vietnamese citizens.
Thanksgiving
Day in
the U.S. is derived from a mix of European and Native American traditions.
Joyous festivals were held in Europe to give thanks for a good harvest and to
rejoice with others for their hard work. It is a day to give thanks for the
many blessings we have received through God's generosity throughout the year.
Friday: Catherine
of Alexandria, martyr, (d. 310) is said to have been born in Egypt to a
noble family. She was educated and converted to Christianity because of a
vision. She refused to marry a man arranged to be her husband by the emperor,
and she denounced him for persecuting Christians. She was arrested, tortured,
and killed.
This Week in Jesuit History
·
Nov 20, 1864. In St Peter's, Rome, the
beatification of Peter Canisius by Pope Pius IX.
·
Nov 21, 1759. At Livorno, the harbor
officials refused to let the ship, S Bonaventura, with 120 exiled Portuguese
Jesuits on board, cast anchor. Carvalho sent orders to the Governor of Rio de
Janeiro to make a diligent search for the supposed wealth of the Jesuits.
·
Nov 22, 1633. The first band of
missionaries consisting of five priests and one brother, embarked from England
for Maryland. They were sent at the request of Lord Baltimore. The best known
among them was Fr. Andrew White.
·
Nov 22, 1791: Georgetown Academy opened
with one student, aged 12, who was the first student taught by the Jesuits in
the United States.
·
Nov 23, 1545: Geronimo de Nadal, whom
Ignatius had known as a student at Paris, entered the Society. Later Nadal was
instrumental in getting Ignatius to narrate his autobiography.
·
In 1927: the execution of Fr. Michael
Augustine Pro, SJ, by leaders of the persecution of the Church in Mexico.
·
Nov 24, 1963: The death of John Lafarge,
pioneer advocate of racial justice in the United States.
·
Nov 25, 1584: The Church of the Gesu,
built in Rome for the Society by Cardinal Alessandro Farnese, was solemnly
consecrated.
·
Nov 26, 1678: In London the arrest and
imprisonment of St Claude la Colombiere. He was released after five weeks and
banished.
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