Suscipe means to receive. This is one of St. Ignatius' most famous prayers. And I suggest you pray this today in a spirit of openness and love. Only a person with much love in his/her heart can pray this, and really mean it. A person who cannot let go of himself, who needs assurance from … Continue reading #182: Suscipe
#48: I Choose to Breath the Breath of Christ
A spiritual director of mine, Fr. Vic Baltazar, described grace this way: id quod volo. It means THAT WHICH I DESIRE THE MOST. Grace is: that which we desire the most--even before we know it, even before it is right in front of our face, even before our feelings and emotions starts to kick in. … Continue reading #48: I Choose to Breath the Breath of Christ
#47: Tantas Cosas, Pedro Arrupe
Tantas Cosas means "so much". Pedro Arrupe is the 28th Superior General of the Society of Jesus. He said these words in his final address to the Society of Jesus as General after his resignation was accepted in 1983. And so we look at these words with the eyes of one who was at the … Continue reading #47: Tantas Cosas, Pedro Arrupe
#43: Teach Me To Listen
Today we pray for the grace of listening. We pray that God teaches us to listen -- to those around us, to those nearest us, to yourself, to what your body is telling you, to what your soul is telling you. We pray that God allows us to be QUIET, so that you can listen … Continue reading #43: Teach Me To Listen
#212: The First Principle and Foundation
St. Ignatius begins his Spiritual Exercises with The First Principle and Foundation. While not typically thought of as a prayer, it still contains much that is worth reflecting on. Today, as we celebrate the feast day of this great saint, let's reflect on these words. The First Principle and Foundation(St. Ignatius of Loyola, as paraphrased … Continue reading #212: The First Principle and Foundation
A Friend
As a cradle Catholic, I grew up thinking that the saints were as real as my friends. Only, they had more power—although not quite dressed as fashionably as the Super Friends. Aside from my family, they were the constant in my life. And I don’t just mean in a spiritual abstract way. I mean, their photos and statues were in all the places I spent most of my time. They were there in our house. In my grandmother’s house. My aunt’s house, where I spent summer vacation. At church. In school. They’d even be at the department store—even if they were there for different reasons. They were always the same. Always in the same pose. Always dressed in the same way. Always with a halo.
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