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Sunday, June 6, 2021

Death Notice

 Please pray for the repose of the soul of Dara Predmore, older sister of Fr. John Predmore, S.J., who died peacefully in her sleep on June 4th. Dara suffered from the effects of a brain aneurysm in June 2019 and suffered poor health as a result of it. Throughout the time of COVID, she was in a custodial care facility until September 2020 when her boyfriend was able to move her back to her Los Angeles apartment to provide home care. Dara died at home in the middle of the night and did not appear to suffer. Her boyfriend, Dale, tended to her as a faithful caregiver and provided 24-hour companionship. Dara has one daughter, Erica Bell, of Webster, Massachusetts. Funeral arrangements are pending.

 

Notes of Condolences may be sent to:

 

                                Dale Krafcik

                                2017 250th Street              

                                Lomita, CA 90717

                                (424) 328-0887 or (424) 383-2378

 

                                Erica Bell

                                63 Bigelow Road

                                Webster, MA 01570

                                (508) 789-4684

 

 

Dara’s other siblings are, in chronological order:

                                                

                                Dawn Mari, d. 1999

                                Richard of Douglas, MA

                                Jack (John) of Boston, MA

                                David of San Diego, CA

                                Diane of Biddeford, ME

                                Sharon of Douglas, MA

 

Parents:

                                Constance Predmore, d. 2018

                                Richard Predmore, d. 2021

Friday, May 28, 2021

The Magis Program

The Magis Program is a structured and creative way for people to engage more deeply in Ignatian spirituality, learn about the Jesuit Mission and Way of Proceeding, and meet other committed lay colleagues on the East Coast. The eighteen-month program consists of four 2-day seminars, one retreat, regular reading, personal reflection and prayer.

Magis participants are lay women and men who desire to develop a greater familiarity with the Ignatian and Jesuit charism. The program team and seminar presenters are lay and Jesuit colleagues drawn from a variety of ministries.

The four seminars topics are:

Ignatius the Layman: October 21-23, 2021, Jogues Retreat, Cornwall, NY


The Christ of the Exercises: March 3-5, 2022, Loyola Jesuit Center, Morristown, NJ


A Faith that Does Justice: October 20-22, 2022, Jogues Retreat, Cornwall, NY


Partnership: Life in Community for the Kingdom: March 2-4, 2023, Loyola Jesuit Center, Morristown, NJ



Magis is open to those within the boundaries of the USA East Jesuit Province (East Coast).

The $1,050 program fee covers lodging, meals, and materials for the four seminars. The retreat fee is paid separately and varies based on the retreat.

The application consists of the questions via the button below, your resume/CV (please be prepared to attach as a .pdf) and two references. The form for your references to fill out can be found here.

We will be accepting applications until the cohort is full. If you have questions about the application process or the requirements of the program please don’t hesitate to contact kobrien1@jesuits.org.


https://jesuitseastois.org/magis

Thursday, May 13, 2021

Mary Anne Ernst




Task: As we anticipate the Spirit’s advance, create something that is spirit-driven from materials that are around your house – crayons, markers, pencils, magazine photos, colors, cloths. Here are some sample images, but let your imagination come up with whatever the wind blows to you.





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Materials around the house: Trees + Sky + iPad + Landline Phone.



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I sit with my laptop writing a note of condolence on the desecration of yet another synagogue. Although Sun-day, it has been grey outside since morning, and when I raise my head at 6:40 PM, nothing other than grey would I expect to see.



Grey is not what I see. I grab the iPad, run out the door, select “Camera”, lift the iPad to the sky, click. I must capture, at least the memory of, "light" that is traveling through the sky, and on its travels, has lit the trees over which it passes, giving dignity and distinction to each and every one. The vision makes me ask a question I often do: What made me look in “that” direction at “that” precise moment? Body, mind, and soul know. I now have a sacred photo that no one will surmise is anything special - just the tops of trees and an area of almost-grey sky, they will say.



On Wednesday, I join a group of strangers for a walk from a nature preserve to formal gardens. There are twenty of us. Since the pandemic began over a year ago, this is the first time I participate in an in-person event. I am shocked to see my extroverted parts naturally surface. They were not lost along with other losses. The time spent is glorious. The time ends. I walk back into the empty house and am immediately squished by an avalanche of sadness. The pain is so great that I can think of no relief but sleep. Three hours later, I awake, now not sad but ill-tempered. Ill-tempered is not my usual, but ill-tempered or not, I have to make up for three hours of productivity lost. I will address the matter of why my sacred photo is strangely not to be found on my iPad. Dealing with Apple should cure my ill-temper, too.



The Apple rep listens to my issue. I listen to her child in the very near background. Be kind, these are difficult times, I say to myself. I listen to her fumble through papers. The answer is not at her fingertips. I imagine a child in her lap while I simultaneously cradle my ill temper. Breathe, breathe - they have told me to breathe. Choking, I manage to squirt: I don't have much time at the moment; may I speak with your supervisor. I am not who I want to be, but I need the photo and to know what "light" felt like.



The Apple supervisor arrives. My ill temper has met its match. I will do things her way. She asks the questions. Questions and answers orderly ensue.



She: Will you know the missing photo when you see it?


Me: Yes, there it is.
Voiceless-me: My sacred photo is back!


She: That's a nice photo.


Me: Thank you.


She: My daughter is a photographer. She has lots of equipment. You should see when the two of us together photograph the same thing. You would never know it was the same.

Voiceless-me: That sounds reasonable.



She: My daughter is blind.

Voiceless-me, excitement escalating exponentially, ill temper gone: Two people when together take respective photographs of the same objects ... one with sight ... one without ... a blank wall ... a museum ... photos side by side ... viewers in conversation as they observe what each photographer saw ... this is life ... we may look at the same scene but we may not see the same thing ... visceral teaching from the sighted mother and the non-sighted daughter ... I have dreamt a new dream, or ... a new dream has been given to me ... and is to be shared.



She: My daughter was born with cataracts. I was so upset. The doctors told me that it was nothing I had done or not done; this happens. I am so proud of my daughter. She is 21. She has a job. She lives with me.


Me: Wait, I have an idea ... (and the dream spills out).


She, laughing slightly: Oh.



Me: No, I mean it. Maybe wall space in a local exhibit, a library exhibit. Don't you realize what you and your daughter have the ability to do and to say to our world?

She: I love my daughter. I am always looking for things we can do together. We could have this as our project.



Me: So, I will be on the lookout for a book of photographs of the same objects done by a sighted mother and her non-sighted daughter.



She: Yes, my name is "M", and her name is "MM". I will speak tonight about this with her.

Voiceless me: I am awfully bossy.



Me: Do you want to see another photograph?

She: Yes.



Me: This is a photo of a mask created by an artist. I adorned it. I did credit the artist, though. I hope he would not mind.


She: I think you enhanced it in sync with the creation itself.


Me: I bought the mask because ... the face ... well, I am Catholic ... and it is how I envision ... ... ... Jesus.

Voiceless me: Gulp.



She: Yes, as soon as I saw it, I saw Jesus.

Voiceless me: Can this experience be real – I believe it is – why is it occurring – it doesn’t matter – I am filled with joy.



This call does end, this call that may have been recorded for educational and training purposes. Between Sunday and Wednesday, with doses in disguise, I have been given eyes to see, ears to hear, words to say. Do I dare de-contextualize and appropriate Jesus’ words from Matthew (10, 19-20), just as I re-contextualized the mask:



“... do not worry about how you are to speak or what you are to say. You will be given at that moment what you are to say. For it will not be you who speak but the Spirit of your Father speaking through you?”



Is this my conceit, or was this the Holy Spirit determined to work with the humanness of a human being named me?

EXSULTET

 EXSULTET


“Arrayed with the lightning of His Glory,

Let this holy building shake with joy!”


Hear, all on earth and every thing—

Accustomed armored gates, 

by love and light disarmed, prepare

to drown in tide-rush of our God,

His Mercy’s fill!

These holy buildings of our lives

and breath, prepare 

to be disturbed;

with shouts, exult!


“On this, your night of grace, O Holy Father,

Accept this candle, ….for it is fed by melting wax, drawn out by mother bees…

and of your servants’ hands, to build a torch so precious.”


Present to Him, all earth and every thing,

all work and fashioning

            from every source! Ask Her for

blessing— open hands and hearts—

beckon forth His stream of giving,

Her presence, His Grace of diligence and

toil, Her lovely wings, and 

waxy substances, His hands—

With joy, exult!


“Oh Happy Fault that earned so great,

 so glorious a Redeemer!”


From rubble, doesn’t God 

renew, always?

From our confusion, sudden understanding?

Fantastic views from doubts, ignominy? 

But ‘when’ belongs to Him alone. Neither

in instant— nor eon—

in ‘fullness of time’—

He gifts us Christ, from Adam’s fault,

In Him, with praise, exult, exult!!

Tuesday, May 4, 2021

Invitation to Join: A Discussion of Fratelli Tutti

 Dear friends,

 

We will be looking at the introduction and Chapter 1 of Fratelli Tutti, an encyclical by Pope Francis, On Fraternity and Social Friendship, written on October 3, 2020. It is his most recent encyclical and is broken down into eight chapters. The first chapter is an assessment of where the world stands today in its social relations with one another. It reminds us that the Pope is writing on behalf of the world and not just a Western perspective, and there are great difficulties in speaking to and on behalf of a worldwide church as well as to those outside the church. 

 

I will send out the document section by section on Tuesday afternoons so we have a full week to read it and pray over it.

 

May 11 – Intro and Chapter 1: dark clouds cover the world

May 18 – Chapter 2: strangers on the road

May 25 -  Chapter 3: vision of an open world

June 1 -  Chapter 4: vision of an open world

June 8 -  Chapter 5:  better politics

June 15 -  Chapter 6: dialogue and friendship

June 22 - Chapter 7: renewed encounter

June 29 - Chapter 8: religion and fraternity

 

July 6: We will begin a review of the early church.

 

 

Invite a friend, or send this link to someone you know who may be interested in it. The class meets every Tuesday from 8:00 – 9:00 a.m. – E.D.T. If a person cannot make every meeting, that’s okay. We know schedules are variable and we do our best to adapt. 

 

The zoom link is below. 

 

Join Zoom Meeting

https://bchigh.zoom.us/j/95340683174?pwd=aGxvU3RJQi9FZ1B4NVk1VUZFQU0ydz09

 

Meeting ID: 953 4068 3174

Password: 029639