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Returning Yesterdays
Revisiting grammar school days, working class children, sheltered in the shadow of Mission Church taught to get it right. Seeing myself in the eyes of the children a little boy tells me he has a mother. Another tells me he’s from Guatemala. He wants me to know he is...
Signposts for the Journey
This blog, by National Board Member Jim Haggerty, is a reflection on the spiritual readings and guide being used this month by volunteers in all regions across the country. In my mind I can see Ignatius riding his mule on a dusty road from Rioja to Aragon in Spain...
He’s in the Band
Jesuits like to say that we can see God in all things, and so I can report that God is in this really great rock n roll cover band that plays around my neighborhood in suburban Philadelphia. I only know this because I’m in the band too, along with four other guys who...
A Place at the Table
During my two years as an IVC volunteer, I served at Little Brothers-Friends of the Elderly, an organization dedicated to providing friendship and relieving loneliness among seniors. Years later, I am still involved there as a volunteer. There is a beautiful motto to...
The Cross and Resurrection Always Intermingled
In the fall of 2010, one of the women in our Love & Lunch support groups, Cecilia, was dying. She was our translator. Because our support group which had sustained her through years of an abusive relationship was located in a church, she joined that church. In the...
Journey
This blog, by San Diego Ignatian Volunteer Geri Gies, is a reflection on the spiritual readings and guide being used this month by volunteers in all regions across the country. It is fascinating to observe the display screen on the dashboard of my hybrid car. The...
Pope Francis: He cares for the poor and those on the margins
“So what do you think of the new Pope?” I find myself hesitating to answer the question not because it’s difficult or because I want to give a negative response but because it stirs up so much unexpected emotion. The morning of the second day of the conclave I was...
Breaking of the Bread and a Glass of Water
Sunless days in March seemed to multiply, and winter weather lingered even longer than usual this year in the Western Catskills. We waited longingly for spring. And it wasn’t just the weather that got us down. The imminent possibility of “fracking” also hung over...
Shared Aching
When Israel has a headache, God has a headache. That’s how Maureena Fritz (God’s Surprising Presence) elaborates on Jewish midrashic understanding of the burning bush. The lowly, ragged, dusty bush that doesn’t even have a name symbolizes Israel, and the...