tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8096955646056975732024-03-13T11:23:22.770+11:00Katabasis "Going Down-Under"Spiritual reflections on Life and the Word from a NY Jesuit priestDavid McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.comBlogger97125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-7691844583664091932009-09-02T00:03:00.002+10:002009-09-02T00:06:44.965+10:00A new blog site...<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHLTEQu7tlSt53L4AV_v3x1CMUyWnpl1ob4Z6TBU_UuqZcjwMSgnJPiXHjqGdTCW1rIAeheqG0lRK3H-GO2YBOziTyE3Sb-0JL62xqDccu21vO04W5dLiyCejwvlqRT7wiNTQa9_-QNE/s1600-h/P1010756.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgvHLTEQu7tlSt53L4AV_v3x1CMUyWnpl1ob4Z6TBU_UuqZcjwMSgnJPiXHjqGdTCW1rIAeheqG0lRK3H-GO2YBOziTyE3Sb-0JL62xqDccu21vO04W5dLiyCejwvlqRT7wiNTQa9_-QNE/s400/P1010756.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376500169566977058" border="0" /></a><br />Greetings!<br /><br />I decided upon my return that I found the blogging too enjoyable to let go of, and a great opportunity/reminder to take some time each day for reflection, thankfulness, and appreciation. You are cordially invited to visit that new blog at:<br /><br />http://admaioremdeigloriam20.blogspot.com/<br /><br />Gratefully,<br />DavidDavid McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-27946575215942886222009-08-24T22:19:00.002+10:002009-08-24T22:34:30.251+10:00Last Blog for NowWell, the time has come to wrap up this show as the tertianship is officially over and I head home tomorrow to the States. It has been grand and full of grace, and I am so grateful for your coming along for the ride along the way. It seems anticlimactic to end without a picture, but in a sense, that also seems just right. There is no way to capture adequately the essence of all that I/We have experienced. In fact, this is one of the great lessons of this time here-- that there is a time for holding on and for letting go, for enjoying the sweetness and savor of the moment and the people and the place, and then to say thank you and goodbye. It is a story that we experience in so many different ways: loving and then losing one's love; starting a project and then bringing it to completion; teaching and letting oneself be taught... setting off from home and eventually making one's way back again.<br /><br />Classically, as my former students will recall from our study of the Odyssey, this is the cycle of separation, initiation, and return. What do we have to show from our travels? Besides the scars, there are stories, glorious stories.<br /><br />If you have enjoyed these posts or found any of them helpful, I am so pleased. There is a good chance that I will begin a new blog in the fall devoted exclusively to exploring the resources of Ignatian spirituality, so do stay in touch.<br /><br />Cheers, and blessings be with you all!<br /><br />Fr. DavidDavid McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-16872744454088483462009-08-21T17:47:00.002+10:002009-08-21T18:07:31.837+10:00Friday, August 21st<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQOWB1R20tBnAeLnv96BUAsnfENKcegvmyT1Gr3MmF2Zqh1LV__zoW1txhKx5LHnoQk88BLY3kYQPx33xy-ME9E7MmOsyZ3WCj1hLE4kjD_nGpDHniDIBTdM322QWAavf3AAyk0egJe4/s1600-h/P1040341.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhaQOWB1R20tBnAeLnv96BUAsnfENKcegvmyT1Gr3MmF2Zqh1LV__zoW1txhKx5LHnoQk88BLY3kYQPx33xy-ME9E7MmOsyZ3WCj1hLE4kjD_nGpDHniDIBTdM322QWAavf3AAyk0egJe4/s400/P1040341.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372323500035592498" border="0" /></a><br />I said goodbye to Simon, Johann, and Peter today. Both Simon and Peter return to the U.K. and Johann to Germany. But since Peter had some extra time, we drove down to Manly Beach for lunch, his last walk along the shore of the Pacific, and a rather extravagant dessert at Max Brenners, a chocolate bar. It was a Belgian waffle drizzled with dark chocolate, accompanied by sliced bananas, strawberries, and vanilla ice cream... wow! What a way to end tertianship! These are more photos from our walk down to Flint and Steel beach on West head.<br /><br />Things are quiet around here as all the tertians have departed, except for Gilbert. His sister is visiting from California for a week, so I'm more or less on my own for the next three days before leaving on Tuesday. While I feel a bit restless to do some last touring, there is a part of me that needs a little space and quiet time. We'll see how these days unfold...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3xvHMRbX1dPJ7aEDLHj2C-9fDh4BK3V0i5K7OuguvctUn_qMioPmDB_cLtDtJiB1UHQrD0FjR5JpGWA94spRgLL3BrjVeE5R1nFv23j-SI9bRNl-jZQRIAhnXu8JDDnOvWJkOzu1t6Q/s1600-h/P1040347.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiY3xvHMRbX1dPJ7aEDLHj2C-9fDh4BK3V0i5K7OuguvctUn_qMioPmDB_cLtDtJiB1UHQrD0FjR5JpGWA94spRgLL3BrjVeE5R1nFv23j-SI9bRNl-jZQRIAhnXu8JDDnOvWJkOzu1t6Q/s400/P1040347.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372323490788363714" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9OqS1ZTWZ8JaLSUEL9ykuN7bt1MZlwdSlAsw43RLrus2LYRDEi6ghQAA7BaBquMjKlTgF_J2Cg8h-e5aotPC_ByZedMqTPt_c4cztnuuJ8c9aSyvRNkXnX2S7Swu2fwkl3sYTCIHaQD0/s1600-h/P1040305.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj9OqS1ZTWZ8JaLSUEL9ykuN7bt1MZlwdSlAsw43RLrus2LYRDEi6ghQAA7BaBquMjKlTgF_J2Cg8h-e5aotPC_ByZedMqTPt_c4cztnuuJ8c9aSyvRNkXnX2S7Swu2fwkl3sYTCIHaQD0/s400/P1040305.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372323485210030546" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKadShyphenhyphenkvLGVXhd6M5nn5q2blN56YrQ5SH7SM9LITK63bFbSJhsgTSsqEKT04tLp_YAYN2nvUp5Er47w3zupje3KSKtp54_s6wY7QYJqzPKTFnaAbOSCUPUrxgs3DJl-36Sc-qccsindg/s1600-h/P1040289.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKadShyphenhyphenkvLGVXhd6M5nn5q2blN56YrQ5SH7SM9LITK63bFbSJhsgTSsqEKT04tLp_YAYN2nvUp5Er47w3zupje3KSKtp54_s6wY7QYJqzPKTFnaAbOSCUPUrxgs3DJl-36Sc-qccsindg/s400/P1040289.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372323475740617650" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QIBW6CB48RJCdMhHg_5NQpSeIdOewt2uAbq6Np99WinYyKjTU1QGFrqszfwBhl53_RLD8ITh1NZK80Hx0zcJ_f_Bh-GJzIHE_7az19ln8rCevP-0Z3vlACySNjmVsN6ddXFieDlZ8to/s1600-h/P1040281.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj0QIBW6CB48RJCdMhHg_5NQpSeIdOewt2uAbq6Np99WinYyKjTU1QGFrqszfwBhl53_RLD8ITh1NZK80Hx0zcJ_f_Bh-GJzIHE_7az19ln8rCevP-0Z3vlACySNjmVsN6ddXFieDlZ8to/s400/P1040281.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372323461151878802" border="0" /></a>David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-75712385262384899222009-08-20T22:58:00.002+10:002009-08-20T23:21:17.948+10:00Just a few more days in Oz<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU7ipXE9YjqdDuLbvGJixIcZhOXLLlUGLH2-QrXEQVSRK-byu9YOlQbQSwOCTydipqPgKR5ZkLR-dXwey_XIaffvV2MAOn8ASRGl1HE_WNiFr_JFnfytlB0etD1c3NAT9G6-iVUewrl0/s1600-h/P1040279.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsU7ipXE9YjqdDuLbvGJixIcZhOXLLlUGLH2-QrXEQVSRK-byu9YOlQbQSwOCTydipqPgKR5ZkLR-dXwey_XIaffvV2MAOn8ASRGl1HE_WNiFr_JFnfytlB0etD1c3NAT9G6-iVUewrl0/s400/P1040279.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372032192656133330" border="0" /></a><br />With my departure date looming, and the farewells to several of my Jesuit peers over the last few days, the end of this amazing seven months is weighing in an impactful way on my heart. Those of us left have been taking small day trips, enjoying last meals, and soaking up the last drops of one another's companionship. As the numbers of young-er Jesuits dwindles in many places globally, we feel especially grateful for the gift of these seven months with one another. So, naturally, goodbyes are hard. Yesterday, Johann, Peter and I went to West head again-- just a short drive, but it feels like a world away. Above is a picture of a sizeable lizard sunning itself in the late afternoon.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17TwzkhWzfvwRgnsuBTlLvNlD6baoKdQV3-bbvnc3lowqEaOjoayiAoWNZgvxCLNa3jWGp7ZhOKFIvz7jfEzMyuw0Idtqmd2AqXY-WRIC8av-dIqFDvWAy1V7BtdbkkBuIidz8BTGdPE/s1600-h/P1040303.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi17TwzkhWzfvwRgnsuBTlLvNlD6baoKdQV3-bbvnc3lowqEaOjoayiAoWNZgvxCLNa3jWGp7ZhOKFIvz7jfEzMyuw0Idtqmd2AqXY-WRIC8av-dIqFDvWAy1V7BtdbkkBuIidz8BTGdPE/s400/P1040303.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372032186456607986" border="0" /></a><br />Enjoying the view...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N-jJ5HoiBruJagoRPvdzyFPil-US0avaGcwvkdbp2B1OP-LIb_v3sJxXe3Cx-J3OqmQmuv7DGqVeMKB_GMZdDgUAmSb2UOd0ydor_d1R0U_zheM_O2jYpRyOxhG0NQZINeG3P1_z9M8/s1600-h/P1040357.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg-N-jJ5HoiBruJagoRPvdzyFPil-US0avaGcwvkdbp2B1OP-LIb_v3sJxXe3Cx-J3OqmQmuv7DGqVeMKB_GMZdDgUAmSb2UOd0ydor_d1R0U_zheM_O2jYpRyOxhG0NQZINeG3P1_z9M8/s400/P1040357.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372032173200342290" border="0" /></a><br />Our farewell lunch with Arthur at the Circular Quay in Sydney Harbour-- a real treat!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIml6muwP8ivibAANIdEQnEdzmQxFrMuZwuNHr8ED2NddGQdcqrsGtslKpq2OCG7_bveqd1ZAbJkf3up7MmePjmOzpCizSSCOHL1cvj6aWDF08rWgKfcOrLNf5Xqf5i6WzUVWh65jATE/s1600-h/P1040365.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiqIml6muwP8ivibAANIdEQnEdzmQxFrMuZwuNHr8ED2NddGQdcqrsGtslKpq2OCG7_bveqd1ZAbJkf3up7MmePjmOzpCizSSCOHL1cvj6aWDF08rWgKfcOrLNf5Xqf5i6WzUVWh65jATE/s400/P1040365.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372032162669377410" border="0" /></a><br />One of the colorful lorikeets enjoying a sip of nectar in a flowering tree...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKY1-xQoOOfyUY2yqefrTt0fw6sljSGZB4CBivS54EDOk8BORHhjcC8ZmUkOO6-Vel4_K1rZGv6aK7EB5xIWrQAqmwZhj9bBxaundXZpDQ6VLJaaf3Xsh-x6P0BMfKmT5TA88ICqdBso/s1600-h/P1040368.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgJKY1-xQoOOfyUY2yqefrTt0fw6sljSGZB4CBivS54EDOk8BORHhjcC8ZmUkOO6-Vel4_K1rZGv6aK7EB5xIWrQAqmwZhj9bBxaundXZpDQ6VLJaaf3Xsh-x6P0BMfKmT5TA88ICqdBso/s400/P1040368.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5372032157137137378" border="0" /></a><br />The Sydney Harbour bridge at night on the way home from the airport.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-37432455654443383762009-08-18T16:51:00.003+10:002009-08-18T17:09:08.126+10:00Two Days Reflecting on Collaboration<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_KvqUYjTI_qCPfrm4RQOF28x9jxdPolCwPzz0zJadFJRbrbnCH-6lkrodPcK1BTtytsHEHMNt7eob87ukaQLvNm7O6d2ODKjCGfkEarqevkjS9ig20OQu80zzHPHoIboi15waAZRNr84/s1600-h/P1030768.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEj_KvqUYjTI_qCPfrm4RQOF28x9jxdPolCwPzz0zJadFJRbrbnCH-6lkrodPcK1BTtytsHEHMNt7eob87ukaQLvNm7O6d2ODKjCGfkEarqevkjS9ig20OQu80zzHPHoIboi15waAZRNr84/s400/P1030768.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5371194081194367490" border="0" /></a>As we're preparing for departure, we spent the past couple of days reflecting on a very key issue for many of us working in church related organizations and Jesuit ministries: the nature of collaboration between Jesuits and our various lay and religious partners. Collaboration and teamwork of any kind always has its challenges and rewards, and the same is true in this case. Our conversation was enriched by the participation of two laymen and one woman religious, all of them in roles of leadership within Jesuit organizations. Their stories and perspectives heightened awareness of a sense in which even long time partners in ministry still feel like guests and in-laws, and that Jesuits tend to take most of their privilege and social capital for granted. They also helped to raise our consciousness around the challenges of collaboration with people who pick up and move after a few years, who don't understand the challenges of making a living in today's economy and the costs that come with commitment to a vocation within Jesuit schools or ministries. While these issues weren't so new to most of us, the conversation was enriching and valuable for all of us. And there were plenty of stories and examples of the way in which collaboration and partnership in the service of our mission has created great opportunities for friendship and growth.<br /><br />Just a week left for me here in Oz...David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-23078611240475698322009-08-15T21:58:00.002+10:002009-08-15T22:43:59.939+10:00Expressing Gratitude and Appreciation<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpFdZN9Henb09wDZx01J9tNtp7duHkjy490c4VtyQlOaU193L_zpHoeOZJLbHgiZHzrk_ri9umZNC9a_HGR-ATArjGe9gWN0Tv_ECETTesXS1co7BnKAx5CPNL6cjF0KAgFrcz-gk-0M/s1600-h/P1040167.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpFdZN9Henb09wDZx01J9tNtp7duHkjy490c4VtyQlOaU193L_zpHoeOZJLbHgiZHzrk_ri9umZNC9a_HGR-ATArjGe9gWN0Tv_ECETTesXS1co7BnKAx5CPNL6cjF0KAgFrcz-gk-0M/s400/P1040167.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370161072357713426" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkD-qJEfFu7B-aSVOu66rqeDViUfElP-LNiKnYdn8yjBRF_udkUSixbMVLReQugVXoTl-k1QbjGWDq2_nyjWfnWCDsJQxrpvKYCSzU-ECv1CJC12zIDMfMkC_kDfC8Emt2d9Fi8KGpbfA/s1600-h/P1040144.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjkD-qJEfFu7B-aSVOu66rqeDViUfElP-LNiKnYdn8yjBRF_udkUSixbMVLReQugVXoTl-k1QbjGWDq2_nyjWfnWCDsJQxrpvKYCSzU-ECv1CJC12zIDMfMkC_kDfC8Emt2d9Fi8KGpbfA/s400/P1040144.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370161061368780850" border="0" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcS77jNBACb_zN_-jcCTzxEgWzAH6BQWr27F4adGoo3loy4zM-qpW7KJMYu4ph0H79NBoEtoIWdN2hLvcoUj-HJDs7QJu5JXPjf9gJNOQd_xI3sL_Ewh2H6jJ0C71ZL2rO7-Q6MH3X1g/s1600-h/P1040140.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiPcS77jNBACb_zN_-jcCTzxEgWzAH6BQWr27F4adGoo3loy4zM-qpW7KJMYu4ph0H79NBoEtoIWdN2hLvcoUj-HJDs7QJu5JXPjf9gJNOQd_xI3sL_Ewh2H6jJ0C71ZL2rO7-Q6MH3X1g/s400/P1040140.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370161055198710306" border="0" /></a><br />These pictures were taken in Ku-rin-gai Chase National Park last Thursday... I don't know that I would ever tire of the natural beauty here, though I suppose it could be possible that I would take it for granted if I lived here. Perhaps that's one of the good things about being a tourist?<br /><br />As our program draws to a close these days, we've been about the business of reflecting on the fruits of our experiences here in Australia, the graces we've received, the lessons we've learned, etc. As you know from your own experience, when we spent time counting up our blessings, we can experience a sense of well being and fullness that is quite deep and lasting. But even as good as it feels to us when we take stock personally in this way, there is something even better, even more marvelous, when we express this gratitude to others, and to God.<br /><br />This morning we had a chance to give feedback to the leadership of the Australian province of the Jesuits, and in all that, there was this palpable sense of being privileged, that is, to be grateful for that which we could never earn or merit... this gift of seven months here in this beautiful country, the hospitality of the hundreds and hundred of people we met along the way, and maybe most of all to one another for friendship, which is a gift beyond measuring.<br /><br />There have been times when I've heard people say to me or to others, "you're worth it," as if to suggest that somehow we're entitled to the good things that come into our lives. To be honest, I think that whether this is true or not, it misses the boat entirely. Somehow, feeling and expressing a sense of unmerited privilege and deep appreciation is so much more satisfying than thinking that I am entitled. Does this resonate with you?David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-42999402965523256622009-08-13T22:56:00.003+10:002009-08-13T23:19:28.442+10:00Day Four of Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RJ2EKSmLMbVc5ZPV_6RwjKIotrX9rXodSOo0tqZjBAzDpe1wOoIoEAKF2-O7HY8nLe2yOqqKvdwMcWIBkQijgHeu2PxCx0VmVLe4cvor0snBWr4Vq21ycW6B0tGv1Qxc-hi_koEdHus/s1600-h/P1040199.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6RJ2EKSmLMbVc5ZPV_6RwjKIotrX9rXodSOo0tqZjBAzDpe1wOoIoEAKF2-O7HY8nLe2yOqqKvdwMcWIBkQijgHeu2PxCx0VmVLe4cvor0snBWr4Vq21ycW6B0tGv1Qxc-hi_koEdHus/s400/P1040199.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369432709135119090" border="0" /></a>Spent the afternoon at Newport Beach, just a half hour from Pymble. Since we're in winter here, the water is still really cold, but it was still nice to sit on the beach in the sun reading and reflecting. One of the great gifts of these seven months has been to live in the moment for a change. While some people are more naturally oriented to reflect on the past and dwell on what has happened to them, or to regrets, I tend in the opposite direction. Usually, I lean my energy into the future with plans and projects, and while all that is fine and good, especially because I find my creativity engaged, it also leaves me with anxiety and a sense of deadlines. During these seven months, I have discovered the simple but nonetheless marvelous experience of doing nothing, of having no specific aim or purpose in mind, and of even playing. I know it's come up here in the blog before, but this is something I want to remind myself of for the future, when I'm back into fulltime work and tempted by my usual work addicted habits.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WBnR9i5SXaYugqW0qWw5sGuyh9Hlnto-Q4YSwum5rn01hdBHmgANbbx_pVjoT7fZQ4rL53rrrlx-qTeiwLSBD_tnTWzaTmTuKS6S5o1NWuwEHY_E5v2TJaSUqWDG772zEVV8ED8xRMc/s1600-h/P1040203.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh0WBnR9i5SXaYugqW0qWw5sGuyh9Hlnto-Q4YSwum5rn01hdBHmgANbbx_pVjoT7fZQ4rL53rrrlx-qTeiwLSBD_tnTWzaTmTuKS6S5o1NWuwEHY_E5v2TJaSUqWDG772zEVV8ED8xRMc/s400/P1040203.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369432700530756914" border="0" /></a><br />I need to pay attention to what God is calling me to in the moment-- it is often fairly simple and not mysterious. When eating a meal, what is called for is paying attention to the food and the company. When working with a person in crisis, it is usually about listening and being fully present. When it is about washing dishes, it is about washing the dishes... nothing to complicated. This means slowing the mind down a bit, and paying more attention to doing one thing well at a time (not text messaging while driving, for instance, or other forms of "multi-tasking.")<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhnkHbX2D55UTtMUJ-xl07EFofDveRGhM6G6M3BDUo62TqDcE718Oyb-wVVRfEsg2rZgmWggSEYpTHnpqySpSJQnd_0YflpsD0I_DTzfF-AZr8XDKhn_VaGUfH6EaR0D1KZnhhmzisPw/s1600-h/P1040216.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirhnkHbX2D55UTtMUJ-xl07EFofDveRGhM6G6M3BDUo62TqDcE718Oyb-wVVRfEsg2rZgmWggSEYpTHnpqySpSJQnd_0YflpsD0I_DTzfF-AZr8XDKhn_VaGUfH6EaR0D1KZnhhmzisPw/s400/P1040216.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369432692557822626" border="0" /></a><br />I am making a commitment to the Ignatian mindfulness prayer we call the Examen... something I have always done instinctively, but which is all the more important when we find ourselves busy.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrO3H27r23nf1Gt3OgHXD7rNMq7bWyJSrwVk9h6BP6qUFBEOHE_d3C6kQmEuq0-iiMlHvC42OZ6s4m3IxCukg0MUZ9GvUfoL3eGy1uNHjxWwcgwkXKv2f3851QgLY3K025CAv_NKynNaY/s1600-h/P1040219.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjrO3H27r23nf1Gt3OgHXD7rNMq7bWyJSrwVk9h6BP6qUFBEOHE_d3C6kQmEuq0-iiMlHvC42OZ6s4m3IxCukg0MUZ9GvUfoL3eGy1uNHjxWwcgwkXKv2f3851QgLY3K025CAv_NKynNaY/s400/P1040219.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369432677829639346" border="0" /></a><br />And then there is the commitment to making time for friends... simple things, not rocket science. Living in the moment... finding sacramental presence in the now, feeling it in my body more than trying to know it with my mind. How does this all sound to you?David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-70923373107708130572009-08-12T22:48:00.002+10:002009-08-12T23:18:20.406+10:00Day Three of Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXyEcY67q_RaimrCDkIvpdJxFar8bh1g-03rBGWOOidqVXpIPoVtnOaOwTNUcze_6BCxk7g7IXV3mz4gRIl-NIn4IoyJycxuqLPBw1w-ZpMAaYBlxmtRCD0csjeDAd_FrJqRYo75ZMnA/s1600-h/P1040128.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhhXyEcY67q_RaimrCDkIvpdJxFar8bh1g-03rBGWOOidqVXpIPoVtnOaOwTNUcze_6BCxk7g7IXV3mz4gRIl-NIn4IoyJycxuqLPBw1w-ZpMAaYBlxmtRCD0csjeDAd_FrJqRYo75ZMnA/s400/P1040128.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061347829671730" border="0" /></a>Believe it or not, in the Southern hemisphere we're coming to the brink of Spring! I know that by now this should probably not make such an impression on me, but it does. And even though it doesn't begin officially until the start of September, the wildflowers are blossoming all over the place. I took these pictures while hiking today in Ku-ring-gai Chase National Park, a gorgeous area 20 minutes north of Pymble, our tertianship HQ. For me, this season reminder of new life evokes the transition I'm in these days, facing toward the future and a new job, but rooted in where I've been and who I've been with.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lJ2Dr62ofHRsBLyDQ_NKR1gDQuODasrFHhitSO_Phb6PhWeo2ITNSGPA-1WuzyQRreAO6qqct6czB9uNKwHh0yMcK0alLGc2RmsFL5Ta5RX3rQETeY4PY248dnSyQKSogwNMPfhBJ4U/s1600-h/P1040115.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi6lJ2Dr62ofHRsBLyDQ_NKR1gDQuODasrFHhitSO_Phb6PhWeo2ITNSGPA-1WuzyQRreAO6qqct6czB9uNKwHh0yMcK0alLGc2RmsFL5Ta5RX3rQETeY4PY248dnSyQKSogwNMPfhBJ4U/s400/P1040115.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061331956497266" border="0" /></a><br />The Akuna Bay Marina, hidden away in the safety of the park... not a ripple of wind disturbing the mirrorlike surface of the water, reflecting everything above it. A perfect spot for a quiet afternoon cup of tea, or a "cuppa" as they say downunder.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk566eYDOzuKb3ZPZG_GHCo4SzBVxSOC2cWv57Xi46BjsZfjea0CyCe61mLHKd1O54h44NPC97bO4y_RZMRzleV66Np1ZjFmojITvZZHY3bbFy4Kkjd7fGzzKnFiYM6_oLzjk11vr22gg/s1600-h/P1040132.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgk566eYDOzuKb3ZPZG_GHCo4SzBVxSOC2cWv57Xi46BjsZfjea0CyCe61mLHKd1O54h44NPC97bO4y_RZMRzleV66Np1ZjFmojITvZZHY3bbFy4Kkjd7fGzzKnFiYM6_oLzjk11vr22gg/s400/P1040132.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061317862894466" border="0" /></a><br />The bare rock on the Waratah track... like a grey lizard skin, or the foundation stones of a building.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG10kKg7C27jhlqRaJsrd7eTkHbK7m1IeO8EvmBXAI6kq0k2Przk48E10p76brIDJrDlYIJpBvTg9RL1wGwIrT7zt4LWD3_X770lUp45BDPH7B46ptqursBqYk3VkDVMxeZca_Fd2TIhA/s1600-h/P1040171.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgG10kKg7C27jhlqRaJsrd7eTkHbK7m1IeO8EvmBXAI6kq0k2Przk48E10p76brIDJrDlYIJpBvTg9RL1wGwIrT7zt4LWD3_X770lUp45BDPH7B46ptqursBqYk3VkDVMxeZca_Fd2TIhA/s400/P1040171.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061310631060978" border="0" /></a>And wherever I go, my shadow comes along. Though there are days I need eyes on the back of my head so that I can see the way that the shadow is influencing my thoughts, feelings, and actions. Today, I was mindful of my shadow in the sense that as we are bringing this experience to a close, there are temptations to disengage and move my attention and energy into the future-- not to be fully present to the discomfort and sadness of goodbyes, or all that I will miss here in Australia.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sLV1J2gBOyrWylRtah7XUXeQADsItsmIpM07NFzlTWYOZGyqhNS4nZF-cDPNR5Lxo5PfFqrfryWDsWwUzZJQWZrETN6Oeh4195MsjIDQetZVPaynkCAsB-H8Cpl8-O61QYi-prwWzfY/s1600-h/P1040184.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi7sLV1J2gBOyrWylRtah7XUXeQADsItsmIpM07NFzlTWYOZGyqhNS4nZF-cDPNR5Lxo5PfFqrfryWDsWwUzZJQWZrETN6Oeh4195MsjIDQetZVPaynkCAsB-H8Cpl8-O61QYi-prwWzfY/s400/P1040184.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5369061295135614002" border="0" /></a><br />And then the sunsets... each moment more colorful and lovely than the last. Beauty beyond my ability to capture... and maybe that's the point. We began saying farewell tonight with a candle light prayer service- tomorrow Dan will be the first to head back home and to new responsibilities.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-76790207471234427942009-08-11T19:37:00.002+10:002009-08-11T20:06:54.260+10:00Second Day of Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B75MCjIz6sAzOUHiy2DDdpy3XP5VnxylBQo6XNxdCDurBdHKPZu369SWlbF40Gf9ANSqQt3XjK98Qn7fJfdXD6jKC17YMPBRLqOIYoye6i9x5Gk-gKJOnc-QEXN1_rC5SJ3oxBgjvDg/s1600-h/P1010433.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg3B75MCjIz6sAzOUHiy2DDdpy3XP5VnxylBQo6XNxdCDurBdHKPZu369SWlbF40Gf9ANSqQt3XjK98Qn7fJfdXD6jKC17YMPBRLqOIYoye6i9x5Gk-gKJOnc-QEXN1_rC5SJ3oxBgjvDg/s400/P1010433.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368638436652811506" border="0" /></a>I will miss the sound of the laughing Kookaburras in my backyard here in Pymble, north of Sydney.<br /><br />As the tertianship begins to draw to a finish, I am mindful of several fruits for which I am very grateful: friends, faith, freedom, and a deepened appreciation for St. Ignatius, spiritual father to many of us.<br /><br />For starters, when you come to a new group, there is no telling how things are going to go, especially if the group is constituted by people of a great diversity of cultures and backgrounds. I am so grateful that the 12 of us got on so well and that we developed into a close knit and very functional community. Drawn from 7 different countries and of an age range spanning about 15 years, we managed to find more in common than not, and to truly enjoy one another's company. More than that, we became real 'friends in the Lord,' that is, people who not only enjoy close friendships, but who also are committed to a common purpose and mission. And in addition to my Jesuit brothers both here on tertianship and new Aussie Jesuit friends, Sarah, Michael & Emily, Nick & Min, Melina & Nick, Marty & Kerri, Tom, Matt, Anne Marie, Robina, and my diocesan priest friends from South Australia. What a gift international friendships are!<br /><br />Then there is the grace of freedom from old illusions and fears, one of the real gifts of the long retreat. After really wrestling with God and my poor spiritual director, it became clear that I wasn't really trusting others, including God, to take care of me. I became aware that for whatever self-protective reason, I develope this notion that no one could take better care of me than myself... a sort of defensive self-sufficiency. While this might have been necessary at some point early in my life, to continue to live that way is actually a kind of death. As human beings, we are made to be in relationship, to love and be loved. It's only taken me 40 years to discover how I was blocking others, including God, by saying implicitly- "no thanks, I've got myself all taken care of." What a relief to be relieved of this burden!<br /><br />And faith... my faith, a Catholic faith. In all honesty, I have been a bit hard on my own institutional religion over the years, seeing more of the Church's faults than appreciating its blessings. But meeting lots of regular folks who have lived for 70 and 80 years as faithful Catholics, seeing the beautiful ways that their faith has enriched and sustained their lives and how it has been far more of a blessing than a burden-- this has been a real gift for me. It may sound odd, but it is true.<br /><br />And finally St. Ignatius of Loyola: a major part of our study in the tertianship involves a return to the basics of our Jesuit life, to exploration of Ignatius' autobiography and spiritual legacy, study of the Constitutions of the Society of Jesus, and of Jesuit history. I know that other religions orders have rich traditions and deep spiritualities as well (currently, I am reading a very good book by an Aussie Cistercian monk, Michael Casey), but I am so grateful that providence called me to this particular religious order at this very interesting crossroads in history.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-80165444163444145672009-08-10T20:24:00.002+10:002009-08-10T21:03:26.829+10:00First Day of Retreat<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5j2LBDDiAGQ1BLBmN8DTLOFJGitHrMIAofV3cktYBtqanlV56M05fprylHFMlTzRuDBTUxWO6F87ZckSMJuOXQF3BoVZcSVkAnXjCGJqMgazYGX6dgEQgz6PY55qCEh7szEGWQgdB-o/s1600-h/P1040023.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgg5j2LBDDiAGQ1BLBmN8DTLOFJGitHrMIAofV3cktYBtqanlV56M05fprylHFMlTzRuDBTUxWO6F87ZckSMJuOXQF3BoVZcSVkAnXjCGJqMgazYGX6dgEQgz6PY55qCEh7szEGWQgdB-o/s400/P1040023.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5368279609699349650" border="0" /></a>An underwater photograph from my snorkeling adventure off the coast of Whyalla in the Spencer Gulf... certainly one of the highlights of my travels here in Australia.<br /><br />We began retreat last night to begin bringing our tertianship experience to a close after seven months. First of all, I realize what a privilege it is to have five days set aside for quiet reflection, especially given how many contemporary people find it challenging to set aside even fifteen minutes for recollection each day.<br /><br />If I have taken any lesson from these seven months, it is the recognition that that way the world generally works is mad, and that true sanity requires bucking many of the world's values (thinking that more is always better; valuing doing over being; the way we have commodified values and lost the intrinsic worth of people, time, simple things, etc.). St. Ignatius painted the contrast between the way of the world and the Way of Christ by sifting through two sets of motivations. The way of the world is generally motivated by a desire for riches, honors, and pride... all based on a distorted illusion of our true nature. The root of that delusion is that we are not loved or lovable, and so we cling to riches, honors, and pride, wrapping our frail egos up in window dressing.<br /><br />By contrast, the Way of Christ is the way of the Beatitudes, motivated not by fear of emptiness but by a desire to respond to the love of God, a love that brought about our creation, that maintains our existence from moment to moment, that is expressed through the self gift of God's presence which we call grace and by the love we receive from family and friends.<br /><br />The way of the world is based on an illusion of scarcity-- that what I am is not enough, and that what little I have is always in danger of slipping away, so I cling to it and grasp for more. In this sense, I spend more energy at getting than giving, and what I do get, I feel entitled to, instead of grateful for.<br /><br />The Way of Christ is based on an experience of abundance... that what I am and all that my life consists of is a gift. Even if what I have is small, it is more than enough. Out of gratitude I am generous... and strangely, Life responds to my generosity by filling my heart with satisfaction and contentment.<br /><br />In Paul's second letter to the Corinthians, he writes:<br /><br /><a href="http://www.usccb.org/nab/bible/2corinthians/2corinthians9.htm#v6">2 Cor 9:6-10</a><br /><br />"Brothers and sisters:<br />Whoever sows sparingly will also reap sparingly,<br />and whoever sows bountifully will also reap bountifully.<br />Each must do as already determined, without sadness or compulsion,<br />for God loves a cheerful giver.<br />Moreover, God is able to make every grace abundant for you,<br />so that in all things, always having all you need,<br />you may have an abundance for every good work.<br />As it is written: <p><em>He scatters abroad, he gives to the poor;</em><br /> <em>his righteousness endures forever</em>.</p> <p>The one who supplies seed to the sower and bread for food<br /> will supply and multiply your seed<br /> and increase the harvest of your righteousness."</p>And so, most of all this day as I reflect on my experience of these seven months, I feel gratitude welling up inside me, and a cheerful desire to make a return on all that I have been given. I know that the way of the world is with me too, and need to be vigilant about falling into old patterns when tertianships ends. The temptation is particularly great to try and merit my existence by working too much, somehow thinking I can earn what I have received, or prove my worth by what I do. I have struggled with over extension, burn-out, and a bit of resentment at times. Do you know what I am talking about? More challenging is for me to live with the humility of appreciation-- that God has given more to me than I could ever earn or even be worthy of (For some reason, I find myself ending sentences with prepositions...).David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-7938215334631369632009-08-09T12:00:00.002+10:002009-08-09T12:16:11.112+10:00A Perfect Day in Sydney<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhatMPRmx-WYj4_vQKST0fmbT09tkbsppfrqpV5V02aoytE99eH4tCJg9ccF932ECQpwn2hsStyMCzRlmI2QbyeLPEtuJuwOIBGsOU7gMHdhxnLQJRAiOyX8T3EyeHGlK0pIytRE6MvcU/s1600-h/P1040074.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjhatMPRmx-WYj4_vQKST0fmbT09tkbsppfrqpV5V02aoytE99eH4tCJg9ccF932ECQpwn2hsStyMCzRlmI2QbyeLPEtuJuwOIBGsOU7gMHdhxnLQJRAiOyX8T3EyeHGlK0pIytRE6MvcU/s400/P1040074.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779664030026418" border="0" /></a>Yesterday was our first day off from a week of intense reflection on issues surrounding Christian/Muslim dialogue. Our conversations helped us sift through so many considerations, but in a study of the Qur'an and the Bible, there are far more similarities than differences. Even so, so much depends on the mindset and willingness of the people involved in the conversation to respect and learn from one another.<br /><br />After such a demanding week, it was so pleasant to take the day off in Sydney yesterday... it was cool and sunny, a gorgeous day to spend at the harbor. Gilbert, Johann and I went to Darling harbor to do a little shopping for family and friends, then to the Fish Market for lunch, and then back in toward the City and the Rocks for drinks and dinner with the several of the other guys. Above is a pelican near the fishermans' wharf.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBHs9dS2ISQ4UlhnzmGa7ZNCazbDCt1Ofkl6c4ZboN65SiNoNE6UxYOCGESMsiWEdYZd_NrkzlXDmb9QOFHB6mFo3Fpz2V0Qt9LMxPI0226exRLfs-c0wep-X9kK8Z90lb8T9ahWKJTk/s1600-h/P1040075.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfBHs9dS2ISQ4UlhnzmGa7ZNCazbDCt1Ofkl6c4ZboN65SiNoNE6UxYOCGESMsiWEdYZd_NrkzlXDmb9QOFHB6mFo3Fpz2V0Qt9LMxPI0226exRLfs-c0wep-X9kK8Z90lb8T9ahWKJTk/s400/P1040075.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779660653055826" border="0" /></a><br />The Marina... it is so good to live close to water! I grew up on Lake Ontario, one of the Great Lakes, but it wasn't quite like being close to the ocean.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB1Xat8ZYY5n1hqo5e_FX9JGjh9xngnMPDBoWrIfs3FYJOHUNDkg3lgFx5cGkRdu6XQKLWT_MTI47TLeReJlQ-w1hOz2UV2NnvvIsSkUqNN-fIc8BsDGE9wfo3nxRUYqmAvqfReOeoC8/s1600-h/P1040088.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhFB1Xat8ZYY5n1hqo5e_FX9JGjh9xngnMPDBoWrIfs3FYJOHUNDkg3lgFx5cGkRdu6XQKLWT_MTI47TLeReJlQ-w1hOz2UV2NnvvIsSkUqNN-fIc8BsDGE9wfo3nxRUYqmAvqfReOeoC8/s400/P1040088.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779647711437762" border="0" /></a><br />Johann and I are on the Rocks with the Harbour Bridge behind us.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTEZ5gIKRVLMp4F1PHzc-ZmVtjZ_5IfT98Mmi6njJohRnMjrtUMfyKUUpBzPIdXNX-KnbA8niUcq8XECyAy7zoo4oIfVs0aTVeg-4sqEgDtINB6mUvvAU3HZVllFVeucFWKujn9hldhw/s1600-h/P1040097.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiaTEZ5gIKRVLMp4F1PHzc-ZmVtjZ_5IfT98Mmi6njJohRnMjrtUMfyKUUpBzPIdXNX-KnbA8niUcq8XECyAy7zoo4oIfVs0aTVeg-4sqEgDtINB6mUvvAU3HZVllFVeucFWKujn9hldhw/s400/P1040097.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5367779639013164562" border="0" /></a><br />The Opera House with the moon rising to the right.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-38576047043715521642009-08-06T15:12:00.002+10:002009-08-06T15:27:05.331+10:00Catholic and Muslim Dialogue<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHhL2rAfGQvog8RGCl4HGSkatncHAHXAFve3C8KjXevJaQkzIVDHUi9wNYWeQ5H6U8AMIId7PJGeJ5iKpZqfmzjKKk8eV6FrviI_vHBhyphenhyphenJOsgarhpseSXhgL-cJsHuUsesvmMFwCpl3w/s1600-h/vatican-pope-islam-meeting.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 375px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgsHhL2rAfGQvog8RGCl4HGSkatncHAHXAFve3C8KjXevJaQkzIVDHUi9wNYWeQ5H6U8AMIId7PJGeJ5iKpZqfmzjKKk8eV6FrviI_vHBhyphenhyphenJOsgarhpseSXhgL-cJsHuUsesvmMFwCpl3w/s400/vatican-pope-islam-meeting.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5366714376103595842" border="0" /></a><br />Photo: Pope Benedict and Dr. Mustafa Ceric, the Grand Mufti of Bosnia<br />(I met Dr. Ceric in NYC four years ago)<br /></div><br /><br />It's been an exciting few days of conversation here at Canisius College as the tertians meet with Herman Roborgh, S.J. a New Zealander who has studied Islam and lived for many years in Indonesia, Pakistan, and India, and who works for the promotion of constructive Christian and Muslim dialogue. We've been hashing around significant issues of theology, exploring our own experiences of encounter and relationship with Muslim people, and asking hard questions about the tensions between politics and religion.<br /><br />I've been recovering from a bout of food poisoning and haven't had a whole lot of energy for the blogging business, though I do hope to share a bunch of my photos and stories before winding up and heading back to the US in three weeks.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-41990105880793961652009-08-02T23:09:00.002+10:002009-08-02T23:27:41.595+10:00Back from our Five Week Jesuit Roadshow in the Country<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6xaOaMT8Cawrs6c9zA8ZzVCMWfSiGgaIsDZ8j_qxPxxYOrNBcV-JHRThdhoUrVaPYRw_bEM6j-bBhc1IfBpzeghzZWxeLybapuIZT3YJiXQOcgbdjhDBaU0gWg58dDp43fb6QwkZm9w/s1600-h/P1030889.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjd6xaOaMT8Cawrs6c9zA8ZzVCMWfSiGgaIsDZ8j_qxPxxYOrNBcV-JHRThdhoUrVaPYRw_bEM6j-bBhc1IfBpzeghzZWxeLybapuIZT3YJiXQOcgbdjhDBaU0gWg58dDp43fb6QwkZm9w/s400/P1030889.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365354932586893746" border="0" /></a>Bishop Greg O'Kelly, S.J. and I at the underground Catholic Church in Coober Pedy, the opal mining capital of the world.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtfap18t4mVndUffYPeMXpwDFucp4nThF3GP_fXjNiGXhsoSeMOMnyRFvoKl4HNviW3GdfyrCHRwZPksVt6PLDBeqsLs5I9hNRwAkQxFajx8FOB7T0zQK2fksG4SOKW0UDzH0nZHuPlc/s1600-h/P1030962.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiDtfap18t4mVndUffYPeMXpwDFucp4nThF3GP_fXjNiGXhsoSeMOMnyRFvoKl4HNviW3GdfyrCHRwZPksVt6PLDBeqsLs5I9hNRwAkQxFajx8FOB7T0zQK2fksG4SOKW0UDzH0nZHuPlc/s400/P1030962.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365354927926788738" border="0" /></a><br />The last day of our trip to visit the northern reaches of the Port Pirie Diocese with Bishop Greg. I'm not sure that Dan has woken up entirely...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9P7C_OWVhySkPJ0gENNYPZ2fSe6cnVQKoCpNAer7MxikrvIRK9lsrkArZWuKaQByUt_pfImsHe3g1dOJRl67u2xcY7Pmp86Vad-EMusv6CuSO3d7NKRJMr39hWN6Y9b6sBMOBO-6UBQ/s1600-h/P1030989.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgF9P7C_OWVhySkPJ0gENNYPZ2fSe6cnVQKoCpNAer7MxikrvIRK9lsrkArZWuKaQByUt_pfImsHe3g1dOJRl67u2xcY7Pmp86Vad-EMusv6CuSO3d7NKRJMr39hWN6Y9b6sBMOBO-6UBQ/s400/P1030989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365354924996139538" border="0" /></a><br />A scene from our last night in Sevenhill before returning East to Sydney.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfnfWD4jkCaXqMrIhwhdVTL2-VtB4vQ2DVf34jTrnplLUReDcu_N4gJmTKHmOVPs5zNCoRSk4eutEU9Zr-3ZyZno4llS-o3gby6TOxUIpSgx4L4vR0ggIhX7R7CMXbtu50YA7lLodLrQ/s1600-h/P1030992.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmfnfWD4jkCaXqMrIhwhdVTL2-VtB4vQ2DVf34jTrnplLUReDcu_N4gJmTKHmOVPs5zNCoRSk4eutEU9Zr-3ZyZno4llS-o3gby6TOxUIpSgx4L4vR0ggIhX7R7CMXbtu50YA7lLodLrQ/s400/P1030992.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365354921561950930" border="0" /></a><br />Stopping in Mildura for lunch with AnneMarie Dimasi and Melina Conte, who made the retreat in daily life a few months back. Peter is looking dapper in his geniune Akubra hat, no?<br /><br />So, it's been a good long while since the last posts, and there have been many adventures between then and now. Over the next few days, I will do a little review and catch you up on where we've been and what we've been up to!David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-49186154234160631462009-07-05T16:20:00.002+10:002009-07-05T16:54:39.599+10:00And He Could Do No Miracles for their Lack of Faith<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpeoqsggzeHU3iRuMnJRMNhcYFnoQMG-WhUJhqag-CIc8kE6GbB8KcLcxTvkmp799yDrtn-JgQGrbPhjMDzdYEF0LXBY0MbUHaiLinCKGupDt4eXXi0yszTK2hVqG6Wz4nnu_hl1Qb5A/s1600-h/P1010002.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiYpeoqsggzeHU3iRuMnJRMNhcYFnoQMG-WhUJhqag-CIc8kE6GbB8KcLcxTvkmp799yDrtn-JgQGrbPhjMDzdYEF0LXBY0MbUHaiLinCKGupDt4eXXi0yszTK2hVqG6Wz4nnu_hl1Qb5A/s400/P1010002.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5354857673226590338" border="0" /></a>Yesterday we arrived in Port Pirie, our third rural city on this five city roadshow doing parish missions on Ignatian Spirituality. Hopefully, I will have wireless access by the end of the week, and will be able to post some of the digital photos from our experience diving with dolphins and giant cuttlefish. For now, the homily from this Sunday.<br /><br />Mark 6:1-6<br /><br />He left that place and came to his hometown, and his disciples followed him. <sup class="ww">2</sup>On the sabbath he began to teach in the synagogue, and many who heard him were astounded. They said, “Where did this man get all this? What is this wisdom that has been given to him? What deeds of power are being done by his hands! <sup class="ww">3</sup>Is not this the carpenter, the son of Mary and brother of James and Joses and Judas and Simon, and are not his sisters here with us?” And they took offense at him. <sup class="ww">4</sup>Then Jesus said to them, “Prophets are not without honor, except in their hometown, and among their own kin, and in their own house.” <sup class="ww">5</sup>And he could do no deed of power there, except that he laid his hands on a few sick people and cured them. <sup class="ww">6</sup>And he was amazed at their unbelief. <p>Then he went about among the villages teaching.<br /></p><p><br /></p><p>There was a Thomas Wolfe novel by the name of "You Can't Go Home Again" about an author who writes a book that reveals a few too many truths about his hometown. While the book is very popular and highly acclaimed elsewhere in the country, people from his past make it very clear he is not welcome to return home again. Today in our Gospel, Jesus gets a taste of this inhospitality himself.</p><p>While he has already begun his ministry and developed a reputation abroad for the wisdom and authority of his teaching, and for the power he demonstrates in and through miracles of healing, he has a very different reception on his return to Nazareth. Nazareth was probably a very small town, no more than a 1000 people, and very likely most of them were inter-related. It was a very tight knit community, and its population had a reputation in the region for being a bit backward in its thinking.</p><p>You probably know that one of the beautiful things about being from a small town is that everybody knows you. They know your family, they know your business, and people look out for each other. You can walk down the street and say hello to people by name. There is a sense of being part of a community, and as you know here in Port Pirie, that is a very fine thing.</p><p>But every light casts a shadow, doesn't it?</p><p>You probably also know that the downside of living in a small town is that everybody knows you... or at least they presume to. People presume that in knowing who you are, what kind of family you come from, and what you do, they have sized you up-- measured your character and your quality. This kind of knowledge can be a sort of power. Do you know what I am talking about when I say that knowledge can be power?</p><p>We can use our presumed knowledge for two purposes in particular. We use it to define and label people, assessing who's in and who's out, or who is considered a good bloke and who is a black sheep. We can cage people with our expectations of them and keep them in that box their whole lives.<br /></p><p>We can use our presumed knowledge to keep people in their place, keep them from becoming too big for their britches. Here in Australia, you call this the peril of the "tall poppy," so that if a person really is talented or excells, they better not shine too bright otherwise they will get cut down to size. We can also control people's reputation through our gossip, sinking people with a single rumor.</p><p>Do you know what I am talking about? Why do you think we do this?</p><p>If I am not mistaken, the reason we do this is that we are a bit ambivalent about being known. On one hand, it is nice to be really familiar with people, part of a big family that looks out for its own. On the other, there is a kind of vulnerability it being known that is hard because we can feel more vulnerable to judgments and attacks. So, we can at times use our presumed knowledge of others as a defense. Does this make sense?</p><p>This can make it very hard for gifted people to remain, or for young people to develop their skills and abilities in such a way that they can find appreciation and appropriate acclaim. In this way, tightly knit communities can enforce a kind of safe mediocrity on themselves, protecting themselves from threats or surprises.</p><p>Jesus himself is not immune to this experience. How it must have pained him to return to this hostile reception. It isn't so much that his own townspeople don't welcome him. They will welcome him so long as he is willing to play the role assigned to him-- the carpenter, the one people still gossip about because he was born nearly out of wedlock under mysterious circumstances. There is no way this one could be as special as his reputation says he is. Where could he have learned all that he is saying?</p><p>What lesson can we draw from this? It seems that we are being invited to refrain from presuming that we know others so well that they cannot grow, change, and perhaps surprise us. And most of all, perhaps we have to avoid presuming to know how God works in our lives. Maybe it is most important that we avoid putting God in a box and instead allowing God the room to surprise us, perhaps even work a miracle.<br /></p>David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-86659762111873522102009-06-25T18:46:00.001+10:002009-06-25T18:53:59.738+10:00Self-Care for Caregivers<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-7jXkhQv6bvPPr9H4zv21fNJPxReTMARPJ02t4ySG7cgJHEKu7Ljxl3tHjA1uZ10wCgZ4_4akkF6W9o1StuiTOckLDvlRqUe2agQUWh4W5YWXjIxWE8QhlcbunCUfwdoYltI59L9WBE/s1600-h/red+seal+copy.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5351184350535807714" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 397px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhq-7jXkhQv6bvPPr9H4zv21fNJPxReTMARPJ02t4ySG7cgJHEKu7Ljxl3tHjA1uZ10wCgZ4_4akkF6W9o1StuiTOckLDvlRqUe2agQUWh4W5YWXjIxWE8QhlcbunCUfwdoYltI59L9WBE/s400/red+seal+copy.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-size:180%;">Self-Care for Caregivers… What? Why? How?<br /></span><br />By Rev. David C. McCallum, S.J.<br /><br />Based on the work of Grissel Hernandez, MPH, BSN, RN, HN-BC, CCE (2009) The Art of self-C.A.R.I.N.G. on ADVANCE for Nurses and the spirituality of St. Ignatius of Loyola.<br /><br /><br />We begin with what it is we desire to become…<br /><br />Example:<br /><br />“How do I become a more mindful, compassionate presence in the world?”<br /><br />Remember:<br />· I cannot give what I do not have<br />· Love is a renewable resource<br />· God is the source of Love and our lives are a response to Love<br /><br />So, we develop practices to help us connect more consciously to God, the Source of caring and compassion.<br /><br /><span style="font-size:130%;">C.A.R.I.N.G.—5 Interconnected Practices</span><br /><br />C-ompassion<br />A-wareness<br />R-eflection<br />I-intention<br />G-ratitude<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><strong>Compassion<br /></strong><br /><em>What is it?</em> Compassion is the willingness to feel with and for another, even to the point of suffering. It is a form of love that is based on a relational sense of being interconnected, and it can be a powerful motive for action on behalf of others.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important for us?</em> Compassion helps us to be kind, tender, and forgiving toward ourselves, which in turn helps us be kind, tender, and forgiving toward others. It helps us be patient with our own weaknesses and shortcomings, tolerant of imperfections, and willing to accept ourselves as we are.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> Once a day, we might simply take some time to pay attention to ourselves in Three Dimensions (3D) of our experience: body (How are we feeling physically?); mind (What thoughts are occupying our attention?); spirit (How are we feeling emotionally?). In paying attention to ourselves in this way, we want to maintain an attitude of compassionate self-regard. Another way is to do a visualization exercise, seeing ourselves the way that God sees us, allowing God’s love to flow into and through us toward others.<br /><br /><strong>Awareness<br /></strong><br /><em>What is it?</em> Awareness is a state of being conscious of both our internal state of mind and heart as well as of what is going on around us.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important?</em> It allows us to be fully present to our moment to moment experience, as well as to give others our full attention. Awareness is the means through which we center ourselves emotionally, and through which we ground ourselves in our sense of purpose and value.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> Conscious attention to our breath is a helpful anchor for our mindful awareness in the present moment. We can cultivate this attention to our breath by spending 15 – 20 minutes each day doing Mindfulness Meditation, and by bringing our attention back to our breath whenever we feel our attention fragmented by anxiety or distraction. This breathing awareness brings balance and groundedness to our thinking, feeling, and doing.<br /><br /><strong>Reflection<br /><br /></strong><em>What is it?</em> Reflection is simply thinking about our experience with a spirit of inquiry and openness to insights and learning from that experience.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important?</em> Through reflection on our daily experience, we develop a sense of what is important to us, and an “inner compass” that helps us make decisions in our life. Furthermore, with reflection, we learn from our mistakes and develop our intuition, and practical wisdom.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> Through our use of mindfulness meditation, and a daily exercise like the Ignatian Examen of Consciousness, we nurture this capacity to pay attention to our experience. In the Examen, inquire into what we are thinking, feeling, and doing. We explore our motivations, our patterns of behaviour, our attachments and addictions.<br /><br /><strong>Intentionality<br /></strong><br /><em>What is it?</em> Intentionality is the mindful focus of our energy on the achievement of a goal or the pursuit of a purpose.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important?</em> By consciously setting an intention, we put forth a purpose or end toward which we strive, and by which we align our energy (thoughts/attitudes, behaviours, evaluation of the outcomes). The higher our intention, the more likely we are to discover meaning and value in life, including the challenges and set-backs. When we pursue a sacred intention, as Jesus did, we are better prepared for the inevitable sacrifices that we must make along the way.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> Every day, upon waking, we might begin the day by setting our intention and asking God to help us to fulfill our purpose. Examples include St. Francis of Assisi’s prayer, “Lord, make me a channel of your peace,” or St. Ignatius of Loyola’s prayer, “Lord, I pray that all my thoughts, feelings, and actions are in harmony with your most holy will.”<br /><br /><strong>Nonjudgmental<br /></strong><br /><em>What is it?</em> Nonjudgmental attachment is a form of loving acceptance of reality as it is. Acceptance means being aware of your experience without either clinging to it or resisting it. Instead, it is to accept your reality in the moment with a peaceful composure.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important?</em> Despite the way we might want to attach ourselves to things and people we are attracted to, or resist and push away things that repulse us, or change things that do not conform to our desires, reality will often resist us unless we come from a peaceful, detached place in ourselves. Reality is a powerful teacher in that it seldom conforms to our ego’s preferences. So, developing a grounded and emotionally centered detachment helps us better assess situations before we act.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> Rather than reacting to circumstances and being compelled by the emotions stirred up, I become a detached observer of my experience. This practice of observing myself can help me develop a sense of patient calmness and help me to make decisions with greater clarity. It is also helpful to return to the present moment when our attention drifts to what has just happened, or to what may happen.<br /><br /><strong>Gratitude<br /></strong><br /><em>What is it?</em> It is both a feeling of appreciation and an attitude of thankfulness.<br /><br /><em>Why is it important?</em> Our attention is naturally attracted to the negative experiences in our lives, but we have to practice paying attention to the positive. Gratitude fosters a sense of joy, security, and abundance. It connects us to God, the giver of all gifts, and inspires our generosity. It also helps us keep perspective when we tend to be “givers,” reminding us of the importance of receiving graciously from others.<br /><br /><em>How do we practice it?</em> One of the easiest ways of cultivating gratitude is to use the Ignatian Examen of Consciousness on a daily basis, rummaging and combing through our day for all the events, relationships, and feelings that we have been privileged to experience. Teilhard de Chardin once suggested that we are not human beings who have spiritual experiences, but spiritual beings having human experiences.<br /><br /><strong>And another thing…<br /></strong><br />While each of these five practices is an asset for becoming a more self-caring care-giver, one more is indispensible for keeping our perspective, being grounded, and most importantly, for remembering that we are human beings, not God. When we are able to laugh at ourselves and see the humor, irony, and at times even the absurdity of life, we can avoid becoming cynical or giving up. So for all the seriousness of these ideas and the importance of these practices of self-care, perhaps most importantly—laugh often!<br /><br /><strong>One last word: “No”<br /></strong> </div><div>The intention behind all of these practices is not to turn us into superwomen and men, but rather, to be more fully human in our way of living and loving. We may occasionally fall into the temptation to try to do more Jesus himself did in the service of others, but part of being human is knowing and respecting our limits. This means that we must be kind enough to ourselves to discern where, when, and how to use the “n” word… “no.” Sometimes we must grow into the freedom to say “no” appropriately. This requires the self-knowledge and freedom from fear… freedom from the need to please; freedom from the need to be perfect; freedom from the need to help everyone; freedom for the need to always have our acts together. It is a kind of spiritual hubris to think that we can do otherwise.</div>David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-57863576128080891492009-06-17T21:45:00.002+10:002009-06-17T22:09:16.803+10:00Road Trip!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJVoC9puvuhkOoxQr92X7fMR8Nk55GhhjtgThlcnxNKR1sB96XGVPsO6i-Z6yuaCmg0QwgHTLSrAKNEsVREO_ATR6fJ8f0XfYO_Mx__Wlc-kbPNIFYS2zVDB27owii9RSjt8r0o3S2rY/s1600-h/P1010443.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiNJVoC9puvuhkOoxQr92X7fMR8Nk55GhhjtgThlcnxNKR1sB96XGVPsO6i-Z6yuaCmg0QwgHTLSrAKNEsVREO_ATR6fJ8f0XfYO_Mx__Wlc-kbPNIFYS2zVDB27owii9RSjt8r0o3S2rY/s400/P1010443.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348262395589434370" border="0" /></a>So, it looks like you'll get a rest from this particular blogger for the next five weeks or so, until the end of July. I'll be taking to the road giving parish missions/retreats in South Australia, and I'm more than a little doubtful that I'll have wireless in the "bush" as they say here in Oz. So, peace and all good things! See you at the end of July.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-32726643771753908252009-06-17T12:13:00.002+10:002009-06-17T12:16:39.690+10:00Some Thoughts about the Spirit With Which We Serve Others<div style="text-align: center;"><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VOhZmnKFmJ16OGPdPBBJ_p7Jap6QZ-Sa6wlKPYDOK6x_8busqVVWMG96bSDRAwbr1iXJWdq8UnZp-wjqg_DcLCPsIAxBXQmd0Q9OQMgazKl1UPHMGC_DEv5Gkt3Ivj83etZTMgpgO4o/s1600-h/JesusChrist.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 284px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg0VOhZmnKFmJ16OGPdPBBJ_p7Jap6QZ-Sa6wlKPYDOK6x_8busqVVWMG96bSDRAwbr1iXJWdq8UnZp-wjqg_DcLCPsIAxBXQmd0Q9OQMgazKl1UPHMGC_DEv5Gkt3Ivj83etZTMgpgO4o/s400/JesusChrist.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5348114031792444610" border="0" /></a>JESUS: EXEMPLAR OF LOVING SERVICE<br /></div>By Rev. David C. McCallum, S.J.<br /><br />How can we stay “out of the way” and allow God to be the agent of grace and healing through us? Jesus provides the example.<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service relies exclusively on my human effort, whereas Jesus’ service flows out of a relationship with God. I need to listen to the promptings of God and lean on God’s strength to accomplish the task. Can I appreciate the difference? What happens when I try to do everything myself? Or, on the other hand, when I have no confidence in my abilities? What is different about my experience of service when I am depending on God, when I act as a channel, allowing God to be the source of my love, my patience?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service is impressed with the “show” whereas Jesus’ service is contented in hiddenness, in the intrinsic worth of what he does for others. Here I might recall all the times when Jesus tells people to keep quiet about what he has done for them. I might try to avoid doing things for others as a means of getting applause or reward, relying instead on God’s affirmation. Am I free enough from my own interior needs that I can serve others without expectations of reward, or even gratitude? What sorts of feelings and thoughts come up for me as I ponder this? At the same time, if I am afraid of being in the spotlight at all, how might I learn to be gracious in receiving recognition, or expressions of gratitude?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service is calculated, and concerned with results, whereas Jesus’ service surrenders the outcomes in a disposition of faith. I need to let go of my expectations and not be disappointed when my service seems ineffective. In every so-called failure there is instruction and even grace. Am I overly goal oriented, so much so that I am frustrated when I do not achieve what I set out to do and unable to appreciate what actually happens? What might I need to let go of here? I might consider the events of the passion, and how this seemed to be a total defeat for Jesus. What advantage is there in working hard and at the same time, surrendering the outcomes? At the same time, if I find it hard to believe in myself and my own plans or designs, how can I grow in a realistic belief in my ability to follow through with my goals?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service picks and chooses whom to serve, whereas Jesus modeled a radical availability to any persons who present their needs. It is so easy to favor those who are rich and powerful, those who can repay me with advantages and benefits. It is so hard to make a preferential option for those who are poor and weak. How do I feel about giving of myself to people who might not be able to benefit me in a way that the world would judge valuable? On the other hand, what blessings have I received from my interactions with those who are weak, poor, and seemingly unable to help themselves? Sometimes our solidarity with the poor comes with the price of feeling animosity toward those of means. Is it possible to pray for a compassionate heart for both the weak and the wealthy?<br /><br /><br />➢ Ego driven service is subject to the vicissitudes of my feelings and moods. Jesus seems to be profoundly sensitive to others and aware of his own feelings, manifesting every emotion we might expect. At the same time, his loving service does not seem to depend on his like or dislike for people, nor on his own mood. In fact, he is able to keep his focus on others even when he is suffering himself. What would allow me to find joy even when there is no cause for happiness? Can I be in touch with my feelings without my attitude, choices, and actions being entirely dictated by them? What resources or practices provide me objectivity about my own experience? Or perhaps I have never been able to trust in my own instincts and feelings, and it is time to believe in the authority of my own experience?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service is inconstant and a matter of our convenience. Service inspired by Jesus’ example is an ongoing commitment, a way of life. What is my attitude toward time, and my willingness to put others before my schedule, my plans, my timeline? Are there ways that I need to become more flexible and generous? At the same time, If I am always over extended, are there ways I need to be more careful about respecting my limits? Personal balance is very important to my capacity to serve others over the long-term, as much as I want to be generous on any given day. Do I struggle with a compulsive need to be needed? Where does this stem from?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service is driven by what I think is best for others. True service involves such sensitivity that I allow others to tell me what they need. Can I allow others to take the lead without sacrificing important boundaries? To what extent do I need to trust God and others? Do I have a strong need for control? Where does this come from? At the same time, there are times when I must trust my instincts, and intervene on behalf of those who cannot help themselves. Do I trust too much or too little in my own inner voice?<br /><br />➢ Ego driven service enforces a separation between me and the people I serve. Jesus’ example of service builds community and helps us discover that in relation to others, there are more similarities between us than differences. Am I open to being in relationship with the people I serve, or do I use my role as a means of maintaining “safe distance” from others? Is there a way of being with people that also allows me to do my job? Is there a way of maintaining my integrity while at the same time being appropriately vulnerable with others? Or perhaps I find that I do not have very good boundaries, and am easily exploited by other people’s needs, or that I get overly caught up in other people’s problems in ways that are not healthy. How might I work on drawing more healthy boundaries and set appropriate limits in other people’s expectations of me?David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-22815298105530154862009-06-16T20:04:00.002+10:002009-06-16T20:47:56.397+10:00Making a Difference in the World<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMVi-iFY_BW7lvYvNQSGWuRDreni3kWLMJVA6Zfb8Ptjz_V6OO5xTUOB6shyphenhyphenSwHYcE4j6CD2j2a5S9_lApd_8YxOl1IhbAMVpXD9UT0LSb0T5YZV1VB1QEjgmCmgwkO6HZeI2GccnR7c/s1600-h/P1020919.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgkMVi-iFY_BW7lvYvNQSGWuRDreni3kWLMJVA6Zfb8Ptjz_V6OO5xTUOB6shyphenhyphenSwHYcE4j6CD2j2a5S9_lApd_8YxOl1IhbAMVpXD9UT0LSb0T5YZV1VB1QEjgmCmgwkO6HZeI2GccnR7c/s400/P1020919.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347865220893170498" border="0" /></a>Over the past few days, I've had the privilege of being a sounding board for two friends, each of them considering ways that they'd like to make a real qualitative difference in the world. One of them is hoping to develop and test a model for societal level change in a small, war-ravaged developing country. The other is developing a model for a training program that aims at helping leaders lead from a much more spiritual, purpose-led place, with the hope that this program might eventually spread internationally. I am grateful to be able to listen to them as they explore the intersections between their passions, priorities, and the needs of the world as they see them.<br /><br />Listening to the two of them prompts me to think of many things... the matter of how people discover their vocations; the ways in which we are prompted to make a difference in the world; the motives which drive us; and the challenge of finding a sustainable if simple livelihood in meaningful and service oriented work.<br /><br />For my own part, I have seen how challenging it is to untangle my ego from my desires to influence the world in a positive manner, though each day I do try to keep an eye on my shadow, and stay out of God's way to the best of my abilities. I feel committed to this practice because I see how we tend to work, unwittingly, at cross purposes with our intentions. Consider, for example, how the intention of so many modern conveniences is to save us time so that we can spend more time at leisure activities. Does anyone see any evidence that the use of technology has brought us more time, or leisure, let alone happiness? Most people would say that we're working harder and longer hours than ever. Or the defense industry... some people rationalize that the purpose of the arms industry is to make us safer (whoever "us" is!); but the reality is that we've rarely been more insecure, despite the trillions we spend on "defense." Do you get my drift? Who profits from these myths?<br /><br />So often, in an effort to solve problems we use the very same kind of logic/thinking that created them in the first place... leading to even more complex issues. And for the most part, this logic/way of thinking is largely ego driven, even very subtly. By this I mean that we are constantly using our individual and collective resources to compete with others, to establish and maintain our reputations, to defend ourselves against attacks, to accrue more material security, to pursue status and celebrity... or am I deluded? As a result, we continue to reproduce a sort of insanity... in our consumerism, in our obsession with national security, in keeping outsiders at a distance.<br /><br />I must say, as I reflect on these matters, I cannot help but think we are desperate for a widespread spiritual awakening... not in the sense that we need to all suddenly "get religion," but rather, we need to wake up from the insanity that is currently driving the way the world works (and some of that insanity is religious in nature, is it not?).David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-3014915125825389832009-06-15T19:55:00.002+10:002009-06-15T20:18:31.515+10:00Sunday Adventure: Watson's Bay to Bondi Beach<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSCLIYz8-w4DOE3P2qZMnAaQMzBLTTvv5jsUC0JngtvnJCkHEN9Gq1spKraJiw6b6JLVwytbiDXD6iM-JFdcgqlTcL9c9RekEfTtMoYRs15q6yMUdvPZ2yRpdlt7pwUK_QVtQaSGRIJA/s1600-h/P1020972.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirSCLIYz8-w4DOE3P2qZMnAaQMzBLTTvv5jsUC0JngtvnJCkHEN9Gq1spKraJiw6b6JLVwytbiDXD6iM-JFdcgqlTcL9c9RekEfTtMoYRs15q6yMUdvPZ2yRpdlt7pwUK_QVtQaSGRIJA/s400/P1020972.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493739972187090" border="0" /></a><br />Despite the rain yesterday, Bruno (a Jesuit from the Swiss Province) and I walked six miles from Watson's Bay to Bondi Beach. As the Irish say, "it was a soft day." Above is one the many lighthouses along the way, much needed because of the number of storms that have wrecked ships off the coast over the years.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wNo6XY8qZPOMIOqRcIVQWopVIWw8y2d08dLdTRwPBOnfOdl1kk1h7jMLG8RrDZzhZngxCZ_4qu-wI_MiDWhW8i8WGcE3g1nvHFdIoB3JRN9KAQhijj8KU2IJewf0j9_JXY5NRMxUUns/s1600-h/P1020969.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg2wNo6XY8qZPOMIOqRcIVQWopVIWw8y2d08dLdTRwPBOnfOdl1kk1h7jMLG8RrDZzhZngxCZ_4qu-wI_MiDWhW8i8WGcE3g1nvHFdIoB3JRN9KAQhijj8KU2IJewf0j9_JXY5NRMxUUns/s400/P1020969.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493733104077122" border="0" /></a>Bruno and me at the beach. Isn't it strange how small the sailboat looks out there? The perspective doesn't seem quite right.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyVu-qtrTNONTH21qhh7mWXz0FOQyz_K0RKUvRWRaD4OoxnPFTEg1h3yR6iPtdq0oYUzw3p7oOVyPjhnNT7OgzLeVDMLmhyZKYR6sNGEu84UW3HOy9vKdENuIZPQeFNEblWNmL4mIvwg/s1600-h/P1020980.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhpyVu-qtrTNONTH21qhh7mWXz0FOQyz_K0RKUvRWRaD4OoxnPFTEg1h3yR6iPtdq0oYUzw3p7oOVyPjhnNT7OgzLeVDMLmhyZKYR6sNGEu84UW3HOy9vKdENuIZPQeFNEblWNmL4mIvwg/s400/P1020980.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493727248261490" border="0" /></a><br />This is a close up of one of the beautiful larikeets enjoying the nectar of the local flora.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs7Sjov5_CAoY0naTSDD3Ss9O8SlQsToBQyHWm7eFoHM_ZRlULZeF0ESPe_vta8vKnieETEs6uvMl6buF1Py18MMTJ9Q4X07P7iISSk88ocylhw0JwbFI4BjDvSyq1_YzxEEtIDEobWE/s1600-h/P1020988.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEijs7Sjov5_CAoY0naTSDD3Ss9O8SlQsToBQyHWm7eFoHM_ZRlULZeF0ESPe_vta8vKnieETEs6uvMl6buF1Py18MMTJ9Q4X07P7iISSk88ocylhw0JwbFI4BjDvSyq1_YzxEEtIDEobWE/s400/P1020988.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493719918173186" border="0" /></a><br />In between the raindrops, a scene of the coastline.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWRKBq-JepH2Xe2rbYWIZO0rIzItesnSRPPws8fKjQXbMPIVfBVECCf2XxkswTS0zF_EaApNfYBpEckRLNmH-tc5J6fFz7Zhh2G_BQL28EBkZyw-U1lVpyHeBbEktOr74JPmfvsqLRzI/s1600-h/P1020989.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxWRKBq-JepH2Xe2rbYWIZO0rIzItesnSRPPws8fKjQXbMPIVfBVECCf2XxkswTS0zF_EaApNfYBpEckRLNmH-tc5J6fFz7Zhh2G_BQL28EBkZyw-U1lVpyHeBbEktOr74JPmfvsqLRzI/s400/P1020989.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5347493714619925090" border="0" /></a><br />This is Sydney Harbour, the city, and the harbor bridge in the distance from a park near Bondi. Tomorrow, some reflections on a meeting I had with a friend who does organizational development work here and internationally.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-56749502976536910172009-06-14T20:51:00.002+10:002009-06-14T21:10:23.528+10:00The Body and Blood of ChristToday is the Feast of the Body and Blood of Christ, formerly known as Corpus Christi Sunday. Below is more or less the homily I preach for the community here at Canisius College.<br /><br />To begin with, I invite you to have in mind the string of a musical instrument, especially the way that it requires being held in tension in order to produce a rich, resonant, and beautiful sound. Without this tension, the tune is lost and the string produces no music. This past week in our tertian studies, we reflected on how the life of a Christian is to live in creative tensions, for instance:<br /><br />between contemplation & action<br /><br />between being People of the world/citizens of nations & People of the Gospel<br /><br />between Body & Spirit<br /><br />between being simultaneously Sinners & Beloved by God<br /> <br />Why do I mention this? Because our Celebration of the Body and Blood of Christ calls for us to hold such tensions if we are to deepen our appreciation for the gift God gives to us in the Eucharist, in which God communicates his very self to us.<br /><br />One side of the tension is that which is described in the reading from Exodus, where God establishes a covenant with Moses, the covenant of the law. The law is a gift to the Israelites intended to save them from the chaos of sin, and to establish them as a special people. The law was intended, not as a burden, but as a blessing.<br /><br />The Eucharist does not negate this first covenant… it includes it. In the Eucharistic prayer, wherever we hear the mention of sacrifice, and the offering of Jesus’ life as a means of saving us from sin, this first covenant is referenced… the covenant that Moses celebrated by showering the people with the blood of the sacrificial offerings… the blood a symbol of life.<br /><br />But there is also a second covenant that includes and transcends the first… because even though the law was a blessing and marked the Israelites as a people special to God, God was not content living at a distance from people’s hearts, from the human experience. In this second covenany we discover that God desires not sacrifice, but justice and right relationship with our brothers and sisters; God does not desire us to live in fear of him so much as God desires us to live with a passionate and felt sense of God’s affection for us.<br /><br />The second covenant, the one that Jesus establishes as the new Moses, is intended to liberate us from the fear of God, and to draw us into an intimate and loving relationship… God is Abba, Father… or even better, Dad… and we are the beloved children who share the inheritance that Jesus promises, the Kingdom.<br /><br />So, the Eucharist includes within it two covenants… one about the law, and the other, a relationship of love.<br /><br />That’s one of the creative tensions.<br /><br />Can you handle another?<br /><br />The second tension involves a little imagination on our part… I want to invite you to remember for a few moments a memorable meal… and as Ignatius recommends in his instructions on prayer… to use our interior senses to really savor the whole experience… Recall a memorable meal.<br /><br />Was any body alone, raise your hand? I didn't think so. (Believe it or not, but evolutionary biologists have discovered that we're predisposed to enjoy a meal more in the company of others.)<br /><br />The reason we recall these memorable meals was about more than the most sumptuous feast. While we might have paid plenty of attention to the delectable food, we probably spent our time in conversation… For my part, I remembered a meal when I was in Mildura on my last assignment giving the Retreat in Daily Life. It will undoubtedly be one of the most memorable experiences I have here in Australia. I was visiting with the families of two Italian women, sisters who made the retreat. We spent hours cooking together… an amazing meal! And then as you might imagine, there was laughter, and there were tears, and the sense of fullness was not only that of our bellies, but also out hearts…<br /><br />In such a meal, there is an amazing chemistry that happens where nothing is missing, and the least thing taken away makes a difference… a single person missing would change everything. It is a chemistry that makes the ordinary into the extraordinary, that makes the mundane into the memorable.<br /><br />So the other tension is this… Like the memorable meal, the Eucharist is not just the food that only God can provide, the Living Bread and the Saving Cup… is also an action and a matter of relationships.<br /><br />The Real Presence, the Sacrament of our Incarnate God calls our attention likewise to the sacredness of the person sitting beside us, or the person huddled under a bridge for shelter, or the person sitting alone with no one to visit them, or to the Aboriginal child sitting in despair in a rural camp.<br /><br />It is a mysterious and transforming chemistry of relationships… the Holy Trinity and each of us, the world of spirit and the world of matter, all made holy.<br /><br />This bread that only God can give… Jesus Christ, who is taken, blessed, broken, and given for us and the life of the world—transforms us when we receive it and live in relationship with him and the world made new.<br /><br />St. Augustine once wrote:<br /><br />"I thought I heard your voice from on high: 'I am the food of grown men and women; grow then, and you will feed on me. Nor will you, as with bodily food, change me into yourself, but you will be changed into me.'"David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-77382108409965471952009-06-13T22:27:00.002+10:002009-06-13T22:50:14.090+10:00Our Saturday Adventures<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sV22KIyJczT4QZLJ797GJJWubkJoNkjUYGn_sPb2NR-4kDBZ6YbyTNrVkSvuA3ClWTecVPJpSnTsZY3NYNMM5ymW6qJWIYnL-bIWDGqtbnfXS4Msoax0H-EJpUferpqU7oiQKjJUUt8/s1600-h/P1020877.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg1sV22KIyJczT4QZLJ797GJJWubkJoNkjUYGn_sPb2NR-4kDBZ6YbyTNrVkSvuA3ClWTecVPJpSnTsZY3NYNMM5ymW6qJWIYnL-bIWDGqtbnfXS4Msoax0H-EJpUferpqU7oiQKjJUUt8/s400/P1020877.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346790404277049762" border="0" /></a>This has been a long week, with conferences on our most recent General Congregation 35, and then several sessions on Jesuit history. It has all been interesting enough, but generally has felt a bit like being back in school. So today, after three and a half hours of review and evaluation, five of us took off for a picnic and hike in the gorgeous Ku-Ring-Gai Chase National Park, a treasure just 20 minutes from our house in Pymble. For most of the day I was asking myself, why am I only discovering this place now?!<br /><br />We drove to West Head Lookout, one of the most scenic spots in the north of Sydney. Above, Gilbert (California Province), Peter, and Simon (British Province).<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglB3ERJimLCfYGCTNBaQFtHBDTUvIOJk42iYI9b3DbzVStJDy1MF3RnlrDZ4SnOHK43DhBE8QDCz8POYQBgf_aNTnchRdW-RPdX0H1wmDtZ6R1GvV6PbYL9GBD-lvRTKPKK_Qz5v8BL2M/s1600-h/P1020863.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglB3ERJimLCfYGCTNBaQFtHBDTUvIOJk42iYI9b3DbzVStJDy1MF3RnlrDZ4SnOHK43DhBE8QDCz8POYQBgf_aNTnchRdW-RPdX0H1wmDtZ6R1GvV6PbYL9GBD-lvRTKPKK_Qz5v8BL2M/s400/P1020863.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346790399109123586" border="0" /></a><br />This is the view from the West Head Lookout toward the west, with Lion Island in the bay.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqXEenh0L_LuqhJwl6FUV-BWiV9ok6ynOxOhpC6b-ocCRgyio0RHVQmUCGx5L31ecnjRKON43EJ1fR2Uw_eZ-QNOhcR49JBHbGW9Z78boXb5-rvzcaggps6aOOgG9p-RGzoRfsv2S1Ak/s1600-h/P1020939.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnqXEenh0L_LuqhJwl6FUV-BWiV9ok6ynOxOhpC6b-ocCRgyio0RHVQmUCGx5L31ecnjRKON43EJ1fR2Uw_eZ-QNOhcR49JBHbGW9Z78boXb5-rvzcaggps6aOOgG9p-RGzoRfsv2S1Ak/s400/P1020939.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346790395586812930" border="0" /></a>Bill (New England Province) and Simon standing under a rock overhang that has provided shelter to Aboriginal peoples for somewhere around 30,000 years... amazing.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OHdQV544y0JTPvhJeB9xbX8HJwi65bPaPpiIgqsuRki2MwNtSGpDK8FaJutGDk9oifHL-11tE8fLUbsWPoOy2C-Bzhu_mFqtqp3IkgHZybS6u2NeWLHLRlCDVGvkhMOxRByfSPN4sck/s1600-h/P1020931.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh8OHdQV544y0JTPvhJeB9xbX8HJwi65bPaPpiIgqsuRki2MwNtSGpDK8FaJutGDk9oifHL-11tE8fLUbsWPoOy2C-Bzhu_mFqtqp3IkgHZybS6u2NeWLHLRlCDVGvkhMOxRByfSPN4sck/s400/P1020931.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346790390937500018" border="0" /></a><br />Above are handprints in ochre, done in the style common to the Aborigines.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhUkqt8lLv-Zu8cWkGJkmBY0pgIBR-keSGomSrA4Q7ptmLFcuD6bqm6gtk6QkmD3iDW4IhQY9sLK6TnWU5H6CUHwq809UdITZ-HuaQj8gGAVRpbRuYVC96v8iEr9Ct3YCSF5ZF-NSt58/s1600-h/P1020966.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNhUkqt8lLv-Zu8cWkGJkmBY0pgIBR-keSGomSrA4Q7ptmLFcuD6bqm6gtk6QkmD3iDW4IhQY9sLK6TnWU5H6CUHwq809UdITZ-HuaQj8gGAVRpbRuYVC96v8iEr9Ct3YCSF5ZF-NSt58/s400/P1020966.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346790386223507490" border="0" /></a><br />The Lighthouse on Barrenjoey Headland, just as the sun is setting. It was a great day for a hike-- cool, no flies, just the right amount of sun. And then we finished the evening off at a local Tuscan Trattoria... a great Saturday!David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-46064059173627079472009-06-12T19:41:00.002+10:002009-06-12T19:55:18.872+10:00The Velveteen Rabbit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlRZl9DGSpLHSuDipqUCUYpwBlduX-UWYEifcqVmrijd9hv9KMSDt6V68u_2bqW_X_Z1xRqvq60sswalDN4K7dl0BPkxl6_c1ALy2VONV5FwnRWiFEvfE2_FVwiNgyH0q4ld1TcRNtCI/s1600-h/horse.jpeg.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhAlRZl9DGSpLHSuDipqUCUYpwBlduX-UWYEifcqVmrijd9hv9KMSDt6V68u_2bqW_X_Z1xRqvq60sswalDN4K7dl0BPkxl6_c1ALy2VONV5FwnRWiFEvfE2_FVwiNgyH0q4ld1TcRNtCI/s400/horse.jpeg.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5346374128782391186" border="0" /></a>Illustration by William Nicholson for Margery William's <span style="font-style: italic;">Velveteen Rabbit.<br /><br /></span>I must say<span style="font-style: italic;"> </span>that I haven't thought of the <span style="font-style: italic;">Velveteen Rabbit</span> for years, not since I tried to read it in Spanish while in Ecuador teaching grade school kids. Obviously, it's a classic, and like many classics, has a message that transcends age or generation. Simon, one of the two British tertians, used it in our morning prayer today and I thought it was worth reprinting here. Make of it what you will...<span style="font-style: italic;"><br /><br />The skin horse had lived longer in the nursery than any other toy. He was so old that his brown coat was bare in places showing the seams underneath and most of his hair in his tail had been pulled out.<br /><br />He was wise for he had seen a long succession of mechanical toys arrive to boast and swagger but, in time, their main springs broke and they passed away. He knew that they were only toys and would never turn into anything else.<br /><br />Nursery magic is a very strange and wonderful thing and only those playthings that become old and experienced, and therefore wise, understood all about it.<br />“What is real?” asked the Rabbit one day when they were lying side by side, before the Nanny come to tidy the room. “Does it mean having things buzz inside you or a stick-out-handle?”<br /><br />“Real isn’t how you are made or what you like,” said the Skin Horse. “It is a thing that happens to you when a child loves you, not just to play with, but really loves you. Then you become REAL.”<br /><br />“Does it hurt?” asked the Rabbit. “Sometimes,” said the Skin Horse, “but when you are REAL, you don’t mind being hurt.”<br /><br />“Does it happen all at once, like being wound up, or bit by bit?” asked the Rabbit.<br /><br />“It doesn’t happen all at once. It takes a long time, that’s why it doesn’t happen often to toys who break easily or have sharp edges or must be carefully kept. Generally, by the time you are REAL, you can look very shabby: most of your hair has been loved off; your eyes drop out or your joints become loose. But these things don’t matter at all because once you are REAL you can’t be ugly, except to those who don’t understand.”<br /><br /></span>David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-38255002518232688482009-06-11T17:15:00.002+10:002009-06-11T17:25:55.199+10:00Ignatian Prayer Practices Part II<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmVe9jm8W_oMwlz_VwWjJ4nNNAjMIAw4G3WazIQ-4gWWvt0cqOM8b6Tlcnk9Tm2IdkBHuFWfxd66KYkbz3rAYdQaecypSVpEpzRCtrVNCIY8C4HcxSQblhWurj6rPALNQ_phTHrQ5UQ0/s1600-h/P1020714.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiMmVe9jm8W_oMwlz_VwWjJ4nNNAjMIAw4G3WazIQ-4gWWvt0cqOM8b6Tlcnk9Tm2IdkBHuFWfxd66KYkbz3rAYdQaecypSVpEpzRCtrVNCIY8C4HcxSQblhWurj6rPALNQ_phTHrQ5UQ0/s400/P1020714.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345966066588936498" border="0" /></a><br />A picture of a roo in mid-hop taken at the Mungo World Heritage Sight (Wilandra Lakes).<br /><br />This blog picks up where we left off yesterday-- introducing this powerful method of Ignatian Contemplation using Imagination and Scripture. Below is a passage from the gospel of Luke and step by step instruction in how to use your imagination in prayer.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Passage for Contemplation --Luke 5:17-26</span><br /><br />One day, while he was teaching, Pharisees and teachers of the law were sitting nearby (they had come from every village of Galilee and Judea and from Jerusalem); and the power of the Lord was with him to heal.<br /><br />Just then people came, carrying a paralyzed man on a bed. They were trying to bring him in and lay him before Jesus; but finding no way to bring him in because of the crowd, they went up to the roof and let him down with his bed through the tiles into the middle of the crowd in front of Jesus.<br /><br />When he saw their faith, he said, “Friend, your sins are forgiven you.”<br /><br />Then the scribed and Pharisees began to question, “Who is this who is speaking blasphemies? Who can forgive sins but God alone?”<br /><br />When Jesus perceived their questionings, he answered them, “Why do you raise such questions in your hearts? Which is easier, to say, ‘your sins are forgiven you,’ or to say, ‘stand up and walk’? But so that you know that the Son of Man has authority on earth to forgive sins”—he said to the one who was paralyzed—“I say to you, stand up and take your bed and go to your home.”<br /><br />Immediately he stood up before them, took what he had been lying on, and went to his home, glorifying God.<br /><br />Amazement seized all of them, and they glorified God and were filled with awe, saying “we have seen strange things today!”<br /><br /> <br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">The Contemplation Step by Step</span><br /><br />Step 1.<br /><br />Pay attention to choosing a prayerful posture, relaxing, closing your eyes, entering into the presence of God which is always around us… like the air we breath. Be attentive to feelings as you begin this encounter with God.<br /><br />Step 2.<br /><br />Conscious that you are in God’s presence, and the Spirit of God within us expresses even without words what we need and desire from God, spend some time identifying the particular grace you want from God right now. It may be a sense of peace, or a healing of an inner wound, or a deeper sense of gratitude, or a sense of direction and purpose. Or perhaps you might pray simple to know, love, and follow Christ.<br /><br />Step 3.<br /><br />Read the passage again, so that you have a feel for the situation, the setting, the characters.<br /><br />Step 4.<br /><br />Use your imagination to compose the scene before entering into it. What does the village look like? How big is this house? Imagine the crowds of people there… who are they? What have they come seeking? How are the scribes and Pharisees different from everyone else? Picture Jesus there inside the house, teaching the people, and reaching out to heal the people placed before him. Notice outside the group of people carrying their beloved friend on the mat, and the expression on their face as they try to get through the crowds and into the house. What are they feeling? What is the person on the mat feeling?<br /><br />Step 5.<br /><br />Enter into the scene, allowing the Holy Spirit to choose a character involved in the scene for you to become. Who is it? One of the bystanders? One of the disciples? One of the friends or perhaps the person on the mat? Or perhaps one of the religious authorities?<br />Allow the scene to unfold and notice your thoughts and feeling as you interact. Don’t worry about how you’re doing, just let yourself go and be with them. Allow yourself to be drawn into the situation, and spend the next several minutes with this.<br /><br />Step 6.<br /><br />As the scene has unfolded, you have spent this very privileged time with Jesus. Freeze the action going on around you so that it is just the two of you now, and share with Jesus as you would with a close friend. What has this time meant to you? What are you feeling? Express your gratitude to Jesus, and receive his response. Then take your leave of him and we will begin to return to this place together.David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-48245406940048708792009-06-10T22:55:00.002+10:002009-06-10T23:04:34.313+10:00Ignatian Prayer Practices<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguUC6jeaekimRm5YAwrYRITVXk33rDqIuD3EClveUR33uYQu2rsp1og0W2RSnttmhQo8KkDzVsNkllvlboOcksURCRyCqJgQe6PioY0_jHhtXau_dAUbxgItI70LOSRgwkCAt97Li5-4/s1600-h/P1020840.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhguUC6jeaekimRm5YAwrYRITVXk33rDqIuD3EClveUR33uYQu2rsp1og0W2RSnttmhQo8KkDzVsNkllvlboOcksURCRyCqJgQe6PioY0_jHhtXau_dAUbxgItI70LOSRgwkCAt97Li5-4/s400/P1020840.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345682151149313010" border="0" /></a>It's not that there's nothing going on in my life these days, nor that I have no thoughts on current events, but I'm going to spend a few blogs sharing some methods of prayer with you based on <span style="font-style: italic;">the Spiritual Exercises</span> of St. Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Jesuits. These methods were developed when Ignatius was a lay person, and they are intended to help us become "contemplatives in action."<br /><br />IGNATIAN CONTEMPLATION USING IMAGINATION AND SCRIPTURE<br /><br /><br />John 14:25-31<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">I have said these things to you while I am still with you. But the Advocate, the Holy Spirit, whom the Father will send in my name, will teach you everything, and remind you of all that I have said to you. Peace I leave with you; my peace I give to you. I do not give as the world gives. Do not let your hearts be troubled, and do not let them be afraid. You heard me say to you, ‘I am going away, and I am coming to you.’ If you loved me, you would rejoice that I am going to the Father, because the Father is greater than I. And now I have told you this before it occurs, so that when it does occur, you may believe. </span><br /><br />INTRODUCTION<br /><br />In the prayer tradition of the "religions of the book," Scripture has a privileged place. It is one of the places where we believe we may encounter the Word of God spoken to us through the stories, poems, histories and prayers of our ancestors in faith. And it is the place where we have the best and fullest accounts of this man called Jesus of Nazareth, the one the Gospel of John calls “the Word Made Flesh.”<br /><br />Where many of the scriptures were important as a source of more or less historical record, or a source of liturgical norms, moral codes, or wisdom teaching, there has always been a very central role for the scriptures in the lives of the communities who received them.<br /><br />From the time of their earliest compositions, beginning in the Jewish traditions, the scriptures have been the basis of prayer… both for individuals and communities. The Psalms would be a good example, because they were recited every day by observant Jews, including Jesus, and subsequently by the Christian church in the form of the Liturgy of the Hours, the universal prayer of the Church.<br /><br />So, scriptures have always been recited, reflected upon, and been the focus of meditation from the beginning. But it wasn’t until the sixteenth century when one particular Christian began to share a very innovative way of praying with Scripture, using the imagination.<br /><br />Ignatius of Loyola, the founder of the Society of Jesus, the Jesuits, certainly wasn’t the first person ever to imagination while reading the Gospels, but he was the first to popularize a method of prayer that could be shared with others. And in fact, over the centuries, people who have learned this method of prayer have expressed how profoundly it has changed their lives. I don’t say that lightly either.<br /><br />How can Ignatian Contemplative prayer change a person’s life? Most of us live a second hand faith, meaning that what we believe about Jesus, and in turn, the way we express our faith through devotional practices, and liturgy… all these things have been handed on to us by others. That’s why tradition plays such a crucial role in Catholicism.<br /><br />But second hand faith, as important as it is, does not guarantee a first hand, person to person encounter with the Word Made Flesh, with Jesus. Now, evangelical Christians have their own take on what it means to have such an encounter with Jesus, where we make a fundamental option for Christ and through this, are “born again.”<br /><br />When I talk about this person to person encounter with Jesus, I am talking about how we are invited to enter into the scriptures to meet Jesus there, and allow him to affect us by his presence. The vehicle for this encounter is the Holy Spirit, working through the medium of our imaginations. So, I am talking about a method of prayer that takes the Holy Spirit seriously, based on the belief that the Spirit always works in a mediated way through our human ways of knowing and feeling. Just as the Holy Spirit inspires us, fills us with energy, or courage, or enthusiasm, or peace… so the Spirit moves our imaginations.<br /><br />“Imagination…” the problem with this word is that in our modern, scientific and very pragmatic world, “imagination” has connotations of unreality or fantasy. Like “myth” or “story,” imagination is a tricky sort of thing, because we tend to think of it as less true than hard facts. This is a problem if we’re trying to make sense out of an encounter we have with Jesus in this type of prayer, because we might be tempted to downplay its significance. We say, “Oh, it was only my mind playing tricks on me that Jesus spoke to me like that, or reached out to hold my hand.”<br /><br />But for us as Christians, imagination has always had a very important role, and not only in the creative exercise of art, music, literature, or drama. Imagination is fundamental to all human activity. It remembers the past, projects possibilities for the future, shapes human desire, and without it, there can be no action.<br /><br />Imagination helps to make possible the most incredible human endeavors… the frescoes of the Sistine Chapel, the technology necessary to reach the moon, the prophetic non-violence of Mahatma Gandhi… all of it began in the imagination.<br /><br />There is a dark side to it, as there always is with things of the spirit…the possibility for infantile regression, delusion, prejudice, greed, grandiosity… and so we must acknowledge the need to discern the things we imagine. But let’s leave discernment for later at the moment. Stay tuned...David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-809695564605697573.post-31335833533468434542009-06-09T20:54:00.002+10:002009-06-09T21:05:45.031+10:00Awakening to Joy<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlq2JQPM_U_ROLr9fFsNl4G6Aj3P7SKZ2vnSqe8Hu5TFFzH5sm2eqkk7kmSUt0R4W04AZQsgjVQoHjRi-hasw0GAGedyswRJnCmzDqD1sz0B6y7zmxwCpTiQWKrT-S4VqX7nNy3SCslI/s1600-h/2003pas079_joyful_awakening.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 274px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgOlq2JQPM_U_ROLr9fFsNl4G6Aj3P7SKZ2vnSqe8Hu5TFFzH5sm2eqkk7kmSUt0R4W04AZQsgjVQoHjRi-hasw0GAGedyswRJnCmzDqD1sz0B6y7zmxwCpTiQWKrT-S4VqX7nNy3SCslI/s400/2003pas079_joyful_awakening.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5345279581276574946" border="0" /></a> The picture is entitled "Joyful Awakening" by Kazuya Akimoto.<br /><br />I think that after the past several posts, it might be time for a little light. I’d like to speak to you about JOY.<br /><br />Just yesterday, I got a phone call from someone I’ve been working with over the past year. I asked if I could eventually share with people what he told me, so I have his permission.<br /><br />This man is pretty young, a little older than me, with two beautiful little girls and a loving wife. He’s been struggling a long time to be at peace inside himself, to relax and simply be happy. His childhood had been tough… his dad had walked out on the family when he was three, and his mom was an alcoholic.<br /><br />So, you get the idea that maybe simply being happy for this guy isn’t so simple. And he has really tried, maybe too hard.<br /><br />But yesterday, he called to describe this experience he had Friday morning. His daughter’s school was having a “visiting dad’s day” and he had taken the morning off from work to come to kindergarten with her.<br /><br />He told me that he spent the morning doing arts and crafts, making messes with paint and glue, and reading to a small group of his daughter’s classmates. It was almost like a confession when he said to me, “I can’t believe it, but I spent the morning <span style="font-style: italic;">playing</span>...” He whispered this last word, as if that was something forbidden for a 41 year old man.<br /><br />Then after the morning activities, and a trip to a park, he was walking the kids back across the street when something happened.<br /><br />He watched as these little kids, holding on to a rope as they crossed the street, said and did all their cute little kid things. And he looked across the street to see where a long procession of black limos was just beginning to pull out of a funeral home, following a hearse.<br /><br />And he looked up to see the blue sky, and heard the birds chirping, and he knew in that moment that everything was right with the world. There was living and dying going on, people at play, and people in mourning. Everything was in motion, and changing. And he was a part of it all.<br /><br />He had been seized by a moment of joy.<br /><br />It was one of the first times he could remember feeling like that, and even a day later, the feeling remained.<br /><br />Now, I hope that we have all had moments like that, no matter how old we are, or what our physical condition is… moments when joy just sneaks up on us, and fills us with a sense of everything being right with the world, no matter what.<br /><br />I’ve been thinking about what he told me these last few days. There are so many things to be learned from it.<br /><br />It struck me that that joyful moment was not about achieving some great success at work. It wasn’t about winning the lottery and making it big. It wasn’t a public moment where everyone was telling him how much they loved him and approved of him.<br /><br />Sure, these are the ways most of us seek for joy, but it wasn’t like that.<br /><br />Rather than being something planned, it took him completely by surprise. It was more like receiving a gift that he never expected. And the feeling didn’t fade, like the passing excitement of a new purchase.<br /><br />In fact, the crazy thing was just how simple it was; all he had to do was look, and see, to be awake, and to receive, to peacefully accept the way everything around him is in motion and changing, and himself with it.<br /><br />How many times have I heard people tell me how unhappy they are, only to understand that they refuse to be happy until certain conditions are met?<br /><br />We all do this-- we postpone our moment of joy until we’re financially secure, or we have risen to a certain position at work, or we are surrounded by adoring family members who love us without any tension or conflict.<br /><br />How many times do I hear people tell me how they refuse to be happy until someone apologizes for something they said a month, a year, or ten years ago? Or people who are so wracked with guilt over something they did, that now they cannot find any real peace and contentment.<br /><br />And then there are all those folks who are anxious about what happens tomorrow.<br /><br />I think the point about my friend’s story is that those moments of joy that we long for are available to us <span style="font-style: italic;">right now</span>. They’re under our noses, so to speak. They involve being awake, and aware, and open. They can’t really be earned, but we can be ready at a moment’s notice if we’re fully present.<br /><br />And then I think about how many times Jesus said just that about the Kingdom… that it’s right here amongst us, and that we must stay awake, and be ready.<br /><br />Happiness, the peaceful joy that we seek…it’s not far off. And while we can’t earn it or make it happen, we can practice for it and be ready, like being ready to catch a ball.<br /><br />How can we practice?<br /><br />We need to find time in our lives to play, to be like children again. We may not be able to recover our innocence, but we can set some time aside each day to do something we love, something that makes us feel alive, something that totally engages us in a moment of creativity, or fun. How do you like that, a priest telling you to have fun!<br /><br />It also demands that we be fully present, and that means not dwelling in the past, or fretting about the future. Joy happens right now, not yesterday, and not tomorrow. An 18th century Jesuit named Jean de Caussade called this experience the <span style="font-style: italic;">sacrament of the present moment</span>.<br /><br />It is a simple thing. After living in various poor countries, it struck me that the problem with being rich is that it seems to take more and more money to make people happy, if that can ever be the way to true happiness in the first place.<br /><br />On the other hand, I’ve seen people take ridiculous satisfaction in the simple things, catching a fish, building a wooden box, cooking a meal, or picking ripe vegetables from a garden.<br /><br />Finally, it seems to me that the secret to joy is a peaceful acceptance of that cosmic motion and change happening all around us.<br /><br />There are some things we can hold on to, and yet most things are beyond our grasp. As Paul tells us in his letter to the Philippians, even Jesus, the Son of God, did not think that equality with God was something to be grasped at. Jesus, more than any of us, knew what to hold on to, and when to let go. It takes wisdom to know what we can hold on to, and when we need to let go.<br />I humbly submit, herein lies one of the deep secrets to the joy we seek.<br /><br />I want to close with a quote from St. Theresa of Avila, a woman renowned for her sense of humor and her deep joy.<br /><br />“From somber, serious, sullen saints, save us, O Lord!”David McCallum SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05315509853939742797noreply@blogger.com2