Sunday, April 13, 2014
Sunday, April 6, 2014
Glorious spring day. Finally. Apparently a lot of rain coming tomorrow night but I can live with that. It isn't snow. Can really live with that. My homily for Palm Sunday here at Campion and for St. Mary's in Plymouth on Good Friday is done. The homily will follow the proclamation of the Passion. It is 63 words. Anything more than 100 words commenting on the Passion Narrative is worse than gilding the lily. As I can feel a nap coming on very quickly it is time to post a few photos and grab a quick nap.
The photos are another series of chairs. There is something evocative about an empty chair. Each one has a story unique to its location.
A desk chair in a room that a Jesuit being assigned to Campion had just moved out of.
That chair has very different associations than the chairs on the porch at the villa house in Cohasset.
These chairs have a different reason for being than the lounge chairs at the Norseman Motel in Ogunquit, Maine.
And these are different from the two chairs overlooking Brace's Rock at the retreat house in Gloucester.
These last chairs are fascinating. They are in the chapel of the Jesuit residence at Fu-jen University just outside Taipei. They are lined up with precision making the photo through several rows possible. I was doing an abdominal crunch to get this photo. I also captured my bare feet. Cropped those out.
+Fr. Jack, SJ, MD
Thursday, April 3, 2014
Haven't had any time to get out with the camera. I spent all of last week at a review of internal medicine course in Lancaster, PA to prepare to reactivate my MA medical license. Time to go back to work. The weather was grim. No reason to take the camera out of the bag. Drove to Penn State at the end of the conference only to find more of the same weather. Some how I managed to drive back con Sunday in a narrow "envelope" of tolerable weather with only mist but no rain. That changed a few hours after I got back to Campion. Now it is time to catch up with reality.
Wednesday, March 19, 2014
The parable in the Gospel is that of Dives and Lazarus. The British composer Ralph Vaughn Williams wrote a very pretty tone poem on this reading. I've listened to it multiple times but am not sure it is sufficiently programmatic that I can recognize the parable in the music. Nonetheless, it is pleasant.
The urge to prayer is universal. All religions have modes of prayer and prayers that are characteristic. Some are more well-known than others. The first is a man and a woman in the adoration chapel at the National Shrine in D.C. I posted this before but this is a bit of a reworking with Aperture 3.
A very old Jesuit in Australia at prayer before the evening community Mass.
A much younger Jesuit doing his evening meditation at Sevenhill, SA, Australia.
A couple at prayer in Longshan Temple in the old section of Taipei. This was New Year's Eve 2010. Ignatius and I wisely decided against going to Taipei 101, once the tallest building in the world. There were approximately 2 million people there.