The mother didn’t say much as I watched the physical therapist work with her son. The look in her eyes said it all: a combination of shock at the car accident that had literally turned their world upside down and fear about an unknown future. Everything had changed in an instant, and her life would never be the same. How could she possibly put her life back together again?
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My cardiologist the other day was telling me about an angry patient who came in for the wrong appointment. She tried to correct him and he called her racist. It’s the terrible tenor of this election, she confided in me. It’s put everyone on edge. In the same conversation she spoke also of a recent medical mission trip to Haiti, where she cried every night, as she saw suffering children who would certainly die. ...
When I taught high school, I fantasized sometimes about going into a witness protection program. My day began about 7am when I walked the fifty feet from the Jesuit residence to the school. Most days students were waiting on me...
A story that I heard when I was a novice continues to challenge me ten years later. It’s a story about a father and a daughter....
Here is my homily for our community Mass today. You can find the readings here. The audience is my Jesuit community, but I think it preaches to anyone bogged down in the middle of Lent, the middle of the semester, or the middle of life. Replace "studying Latin" and "working on your thesis" with whatever seemingly lifeless task threatens to suck away all of your daily energy.
For my psalms class, we had to write our own Psalm. After a particularly trying day, I wrote this Psalm. Like a good Jesuit, I can't help but include the themes of pilgrimage and gratitude. I think it fits perfectly with this season of traveling for Thanksgiving.
Paul says to the Galatians, “For freedom Christ set us free; so stand firm and do not submit again to the yoke of slavery”(5:1). Similarly, in the Ignatian tradition we often speak of interior freedom. What does this freedom consist of and how do we grow in it?
Like many people, much of the events of the past few days of my life have taken place against the backdrop of the Pope’s visit. Here in Pacific Time, when I wake up and go downstairs to get my first cup of coffee, I have encountered my brothers watching the addresses to Congress and the UN. Music from the vespers at St. Patrick’s Cathedral provided a soundtrack to my office hours at the University of San Francisco.
Tonight something hit me as I drove across the Bay Bridge from an evening class in San Francisco to my home in Berkeley.