tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11877913199612906982024-03-05T05:59:41.255-05:00GODsTALKed~Pursuits of a Hyphenated PriestMark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comBlogger158125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-26929366828841837232012-03-18T01:19:00.002-04:002012-03-18T01:22:02.448-04:00Coming Soon!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTR85RHx4rc6yZJK43sI9peLko4AjxFPkIL3r9jwc2SVMGEwkkI1o1LhIxFdYFrAbg_5h1KoPfhSNQiGNC_JNMH4q-sIYlgq8-yuVaqmTMSsi-8vmrgWs-UG8j19sk54ZxgJMGbT6JSC9/s1600/Ignatius+Cover.jpg" onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 255px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhiTR85RHx4rc6yZJK43sI9peLko4AjxFPkIL3r9jwc2SVMGEwkkI1o1LhIxFdYFrAbg_5h1KoPfhSNQiGNC_JNMH4q-sIYlgq8-yuVaqmTMSsi-8vmrgWs-UG8j19sk54ZxgJMGbT6JSC9/s400/Ignatius+Cover.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5721102831979393778" /></a>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-3614368762134635412010-08-19T22:46:00.002-04:002010-08-19T22:55:07.308-04:00MOVING! GODsTALKed: The Sequel<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EDpN4RbKtLbQQDZ7Z3MILtYL5PgeYNpQAkNM-1Sclkc7v3Ubc2tYOWCs6XONFmt57v6pEr6nLmvdgKIuhik67KxQg0I4-4mAt4FyncnvgHypKzxNArxz0Sm6tqabvVyu9WlGT0Te_tvE/s1600/follow-me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 331px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh3EDpN4RbKtLbQQDZ7Z3MILtYL5PgeYNpQAkNM-1Sclkc7v3Ubc2tYOWCs6XONFmt57v6pEr6nLmvdgKIuhik67KxQg0I4-4mAt4FyncnvgHypKzxNArxz0Sm6tqabvVyu9WlGT0Te_tvE/s400/follow-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5507320017029804386" /></a><br /><br />I'm trying to do more with my blog, turning it into both a blog and personal website.<br /><br />This means adding some of the things I was trying at my other blog, in a way that is more organized and less busy (also, it means only having to deal with one blog, rather than two).<br /><br />So, I'm moving GODsTALKed to wordpress. I hope you'll follow me there:<br /><br /><a href="http://frmarkmossasj.wordpress.com">http://frmarkmossasj.wordpress.com</a><br /><br />See you there!<br /><br />--Fr. MarkMark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-78776644014411183922010-08-17T22:23:00.003-04:002010-10-06T23:16:15.144-04:00An Early Review of Already There<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKlak5tfOlQ69fSDYJeGx2QdYDp7UTj2F7J83VCGNWO2AkoafNXjZqojW4zo9mObg6YMQee2zbchYFeup5qIPcJuldjPJAURrSZmqcvT6Ef5Zi1Jah6qhAEtbb5seoYfYFQTsxds5cq4E/s1600/BognerAlreadyTherePhoto.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXKlak5tfOlQ69fSDYJeGx2QdYDp7UTj2F7J83VCGNWO2AkoafNXjZqojW4zo9mObg6YMQee2zbchYFeup5qIPcJuldjPJAURrSZmqcvT6Ef5Zi1Jah6qhAEtbb5seoYfYFQTsxds5cq4E/s400/BognerAlreadyTherePhoto.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5525137671103421266" /></a><br />Karen in Mommyland has been kind enough to provide a review for <span style="font-style:italic;">Already There</span>. Here's a taste of it:<br /><br />"I liked how incredibly readable the book was. While reading Already There I just got the feeling that I was hanging out with a good friend. It's engaging, it's interesting, it's humorous and it has the ability to be life changing."<br /><br />Read <a href="http://kareninmommyland.blogspot.com/2010/08/book-review-already-there.html">the whole review here</a>.<br /><br />I am grateful.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-14645860205281992512010-08-17T12:51:00.002-04:002010-08-17T12:57:03.903-04:003 Favorite Prayers<a href="http://everythingisholynow.blogspot.com/">Becky</a> has asked me to share 3 of my favorite prayers with you, as she has also done on her blog.<br /><br />So, here goes:<br /><br />1 Lord, Save me! --St. Peter<br /><br />2 The Anima Christi<br /><br />Soul of Christ, sanctify me.<br />Body of Christ, save me.<br />Blood of Christ, inebriate me.<br />Water from the side of Christ, wash me.<br />Passion of Christ, strengthen me.<br />O good Jesus, hear me;<br />Within thy wounds hide me;<br />Suffer me not to be separated from thee;<br />From the malignant enemy defend me;<br />In the hour of my death call me,<br />And bid me come to thee,<br />That with thy saints I may praise thee,<br />Forever and ever. Amen.<br /><br />3 Jeremiah's Lament<br /><br />You duped me, O LORD, and I let myself be duped; <br />you were too strong for me, and you triumphed. <br />All the day I am an object of laughter; everyone mocks me. <br />Whenever I speak, I must cry out, violence and outrage is my message; <br />The word of the LORD has brought me derision and reproach all the day. <br />I say to myself, I will not mention him. I will speak in his name no more. <br />But then it becomes like fire burning in my heart, imprisoned in my bones; <br />I grow weary holding it in, I cannot endure it. <br />But the LORD is with me, like a mighty champion… <br />Sing to the LORD, praise the LORD, <br />for he has rescued the life of the poor from the power of the wicked! <br /><br />Jeremiah 20:7-13 <br /><br />Amen.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-23493890558383142192010-08-10T11:04:00.001-04:002010-08-10T11:05:57.695-04:00On RetreatI'm off today for my annual 8-day silent retreat, giving thanks for the wonderful young adult retreat we had this past weekend in Atlanta.<br /><br />Prayers appreciated.<br /><br />Peace,<br /><br />Fr. MarkMark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-17771151296458712462010-08-03T16:22:00.003-04:002010-08-03T16:35:11.601-04:00Not Quite Michael Clayton<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TFh9K-xSMzI/AAAAAAAAAuY/uvIb36THFUw/s1600/MichaelClayton.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 136px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TFh9K-xSMzI/AAAAAAAAAuY/uvIb36THFUw/s320/MichaelClayton.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5501284572434936626" /></a><br /><br />This year, in addition to the various other things I was doing, I gave a bit of my time to help in the work of NJCIR (The National Jesuit Committee on Investment Responsibility). The NJCIR invests in different corporations and then, as stockholders, meets with leaders of those corporations to discuss social justice concerns. I wasn't sure what to expect when I agreed to do the job. But it involved attending a couple of meetings with a corporation in White Plains, NY. Together with some NJCIR regulars and some representatives of partner organizations, we sat down at a table and made our concerns known. I wrote a short reflection on my experience for the NJCIR annual report. Here's some of what I had to say:<br /><br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">As we sat down to our meeting with the agribusiness company, Bunge corporation, there were visions of the film Michael Clayton dancing through my head. Yet, thankfully, the only coincidence was the type of corporation we were dealing with. Tilda Swinton’s ruthless corporate villain was not sitting at the table with us. Instead, there was a rather amiable cast of characters, each willing to listen to our concerns . . .<br /><br /><br /> . . . I always thought that if I were advocating for such things, I’d be living beside the poor in a third world country, not sitting at a corporate conference table in White Plains, NY. Our corporate responsibility efforts are certainly less visible and less romantic than advocating for refugees on the borders of Africa, but no less important. But in the midst of doctoral studies and teaching at Fordham University, it is nice to know that 90 minutes of my time, and a train ride to White Plains can make a contribution to human rights and environmental justice in other parts of the world.</span><br /><br />You can find out more about the NJCIR, and read the entirety of my reflection in its annual report, which can be found <a href="http://www.jesuit.org/index.php/main/jesuits-worldwide/social-justice/issues/socially-responsible-investing/">here</a>.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-75713726959084886262010-07-31T02:36:00.003-04:002010-07-31T03:05:12.908-04:00Happy Feast of Saint Ignatius!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TFPKEWRO26I/AAAAAAAAAuM/v8-p0QSDeUM/s1600/Ignatius83sanctuary.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 262px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TFPKEWRO26I/AAAAAAAAAuM/v8-p0QSDeUM/s320/Ignatius83sanctuary.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5499961745995652002" /></a><br /><br />Today is the Feast of Saint Ignatius of Loyola, founder of the Jesuits. It is a day when Jesuits around the world gather for a special celebration. In New Orleans, where my Jesuit province is based, we honor today the men who are celebrating various jubilees as Jesuits and priests. This includes men who are celebrating 25 to 70 years of ministry as Jesuits. We thank God for their dedicated and continuing service to the people of God. You can learn more about our jubilarians <a href="http://www.norprov.org/news/2010jubilarians.htm">here</a>.<br /><br />I will not be able to join them today. But part of being a worldwide Society means that we often gather with the local community wherever we find ourselves on this day. Today, another Jesuit from my province and myself will be joining our brothers in Belgium to celebrate the Founder's Feast!<br /><br />A while back, I wrote a series of reflections on Ignatius' life. The <a href="http://markmossasj.blogspot.com/2006/01/reflections-on-ignatius-autobiography.html">first one</a> talks about the scene depicted in the left hand panel of the above photo of the sanctuary of Ignatius Loyola church in Manhattan. It's the battle in Pamplona, during which Ignatius is injured. It proved to be an injury that would change his life and, eventually, the lives of countless others.<br /><br />A recent article describes Ignatius Loyola Church:<br /><br />"The curved apse presents three main events in the life of St. Ignatius. These huge murals of colorful Venetian glass mosaics resemble Renaissance paintings and are by the same company that crafted the Stations of the Cross. The scenes show Ignatius wounded in the battle that prompted his conversion, kneeling before Pope Paul III in 1540 to get approval for his new order, and receiving acclamation in heaven at his canonization."<br /><br />Read t<a href="http://www.ncregister.com/register_exclusives/all-for-the-greater-glory-of-god?utm_source=feedburner&utm_medium=feed&utm_campaign=Feed%3A+NCRegisterDailyBlog+%2540The+Daily+Register%2541&utm_content=Twitter#When:04:00:00Z">he rest of the article here</a>.<br /><br />Happy Feast!Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-74340839050139042282010-07-26T16:19:00.002-04:002010-07-26T16:26:04.052-04:00The Comment Box is OpenThe blog has been going for about two years without comments. I do get some feedback when the posts feed to Facebook, but I do miss some of the back and forth of my old blogging days (but not the meanness). So, I've set the new posts to be open for moderated comments. <br /><br />Comments are also open at the companion blog for <span style="font-style:italic;">Already There</span>--<a href="http://lettinggodfindyou.blogspot.com">Spoiler Alert</a>--where I will be posting as well.<br /><br />I look forward to reading what you have to say!Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-84851575127104182062010-07-25T08:37:00.003-04:002010-07-25T08:59:13.433-04:00Saint Ignatius' Advice for E-Mailers & Bloggers<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TEw0uN4G0FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-zMvgZVNOMg/s1600/Ignatius+writing.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 276px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TEw0uN4G0FI/AAAAAAAAAt4/-zMvgZVNOMg/s320/Ignatius+writing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5497827213716148306" /></a><br />Well, not <span style="font-style:italic;">exactly</span> . . .<br /><br />I've been reading Saint Ignatius' letters for a project I'm working on, and it struck me today that his guidelines for Jesuits writing letters back and forth--and making distinctions between what should be public and what private--are well applicable to electronic correspondence today. Once again, Ignatius seems a bit ahead of his time. He writes (to Pierre Favre, a.k.a. Peter Faber):<br /><br /><span style="font-style:italic;">"I will describe what I myself do and, I trust in the Lord, will continue doing in this regard so as to avoid mistakes when writing to members of the Society [of Jesus]. I make a first draft of the main letter, reporting things that will be edifying; then, after reading it over and correcting it, keeping in mind that it is going to be read by everybody, I write or have someone write it out a second time. For we must give even more thought to what we write than to what we say. Writing is permanent and gives lasting witness; we cannot mend or reinterpret it as easily as we can our speech. And even with all this I am sure I make many mistakes, and fear doing so in the future. I leave for the separate pages other details that are inappropriate for the main letter or lacking in edification. These pages each one can write hastily 'out of the overflow of the heart,' with or without careful organization. But this may not be tolerated in the main letter: it must be composed carefully and edifyingly, so that it can be shown around and give edification."</span><br /><br />Saint Ignatius was the most prolific letter writer of his time. So, he knew a thing or two about writing letters. And his advice is well-taken for those of us too whose writing "gives permanent and lasting witness."Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-4363639438614875842010-07-23T08:45:00.003-04:002010-07-23T09:27:03.469-04:00Vocation CrisesI'm as concerned about increasing vocations to the priesthood and the religious life as much as the next person. I try to do my part to encourage those who are discerning such a life, and get involved in the Jesuit efforts at inviting others to share our life as much as possible. I want people to have the joy of living the life that I have the privilege of having been invited to. I also know that this life isn't for everybody. But I am convinced that there is a life that is for everybody--a life lived in relationship with God.<br /><br />So, when I think of a "vocation crisis" these days (and I think I have even a greater awareness of it when I'm in Europe, as I am now), I think more of the fact that it seems that fewer young people are even making a choice to live a life that involves God. I meet lots of young people who are dedicated to a sort of humanism (for lack of a better word), but whom are indifferent to the question of God's presence or influence in their lives. Yet, how can you fault many of them who are doing generous and even heroic work for others in need? And how can you can convince them that they need God, when many of them are living much better and more virtuous lives than many who do claim a relationship with God or Jesus? If we believe our theology--"the desire for God is written in the human heart"--it seems that we could appeal to some sense that they have that they are missing something. But what if they don't? Christians as committed as Dietrich Bonhoeffer, who died for his faith in God, have questioned whether we really do have this innate desire for God. Of course, he did it in the context of profound evil. Yet, there are many today who are working to help others in similar situations of evil, in may different parts of the world. Many of them are not motivated by God or any religious impulse. Or are they, and they just don't know it? In the context of today's greater social and cultural awareness, this appears a very arrogant thing to say. I want to believe it is true but, like Bonhoeffer, I am starting to have some doubts.<br /><br />Given these realities, I'm starting to think about how we as Christians might address what seems the real vocation crisis that lies at the heart of all the others. How do we convince people that having a relationship with God is important, when they seem to be getting along well enough without it? Often at times of crisis people seem to be more aware of this need. But does that mean that we have to wait until we can be crisis counselors? That doesn't seem to be the right answer. And while we could set about manufacturing a crisis for somebody, I'm uncomfortable with the moral implications of this strategy. In my own case, I hope that people would see that my relationship with God is the thing that drives my life, but often enough this doesn't seem to register with those for whom God is not on their radar screen. Even the natural or even skeptical questions I might expect (and welcome) are never asked. Yet there has to be some way to break through this all.<br /><br />I have friends who consider themselves non-religious. Yet, they have spiritual inclinations that help me see God seeping into some of their cracks. But it's a slow process. But maybe there is also something of an answer in it. It may be that for many it just takes a long time for God to break through. But I'm going to keep thinking about how I might be able to help.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-61705893558091612852010-07-16T14:50:00.004-04:002010-07-16T14:58:26.509-04:00Summer Spirituality: Free Samples!<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrVV-tiWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/VjxPC5hqzZY/s1600/BookSafelyThroughtheStorm.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 155px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrVV-tiWI/AAAAAAAAAsY/VjxPC5hqzZY/s200/BookSafelyThroughtheStorm.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494579928557783394" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrOsPFMhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xJEZWqjnYlk/s1600/BookAlreadyThere.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 155px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrOsPFMhI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/xJEZWqjnYlk/s200/BookAlreadyThere.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494579814272938514" /></a><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrILFzdYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UiqeDbI99xw/s1600/BookMysteriesVirginMary.gif"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 100px; height: 156px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TECrILFzdYI/AAAAAAAAAsI/UiqeDbI99xw/s200/BookMysteriesVirginMary.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5494579702296442242" /></a><br /><br />Looking for a new spiritual reading this summer? Saint Anthony Messenger Press is offering free samples of several new books (including my own) <a href="http://www.CatholicSampler.com/">here</a>.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-56848923104641266412010-07-13T18:00:00.002-04:002010-07-13T18:03:07.802-04:00My Books Are Trapped in New York. Send Photos!OK. Since y'all will be seeing my book before I do, let's make this fun at least. Send me your most creative photo of you with a copy of my book in hand, feet, on head, etc. I also wouldn't mind seeing a shot of the back cover. My favorite photo submission gets a prize, to be negotiated. Send to markmossasj@yahoo.com<br /><br />I'll collect the photos and add a link to them on the book's webpage. If you'd rather your photo not be included there, just let me know.<br /><br />Thanks.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-10179360959167402882010-07-11T18:51:00.002-04:002010-07-11T19:03:24.685-04:00"Spiritual, but not Religious." Is It Really So Wrong?It's become pretty commonplace these days to criticize those who claim to be "spiritual, but not religious." Invoking Saint Ignatius and Soren Kierkegaard in this excerpt from my just released book, <a href="http://catalog.americancatholic.org/section.aspx?pcat=73">Already There</a>, I suggest that maybe we shouldn't be so quick to judge. It might not be the whole deal, but might we consider they may be onto something?:<br /><br />"Saint Ignatius is not the only one to have such experiences. All of us can fall into the temptation of doing religious things instead of finding out what God wants us to do with our lives. People that claim to be 'spiritual but not religious,' then, are onto something. But it’s not that the spiritual life is a replacement for religion. Rather, it’s that religious practice absent reflection on one’s gifts and talents, one’s interior life and relationship with God, one’s past, present, and future in light of God’s love and God’s will is hollow, no matter how sincere. It’s far easier to go through the motions of religious practices than it is to do the hard work of looking at your life and discovering in it what God is inviting you to do with that life. And, indeed, it is hard because many of us can’t imagine that God would be so concerned with our individual lives. The famous Christian philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard, once described our relationship with God as follows: <br /><br />'<span style="font-style:italic;">[T]his human being exists before God, may speak with God anytime he wants to, assured of being heard by him—in short, this person is invited to live on the most intimate terms with God! Furthermore, for this person’s sake, also for this very person’s sake, God comes to the world, allows himself to be born, to suffer, to die, and this suffering God—he almost implores and beseeches this person to accept the help that is offered to him! Truly, if there is anything to lose one’s mind over this is it</span>!'”<br /><br />Tell me what you think <a href="http://lettinggodfindyou.blogspot.com">here</a>. Comments are open.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-57571033017836693782010-07-09T16:40:00.004-04:002010-07-25T03:55:47.105-04:00On Being At Home, Part 2: The Reason I'm a "Southern" Jesuit<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNqfnUXa5lQVlMXAq10OcFdJh9G-8QZ3FOGPvlqWV9Com7_QMZjvf7IoKDKB4-nCY07Un3qWytE678lLyJSau_JKgl1lqncsENqGHbDDWTJasqY7CU65jBfrTlfFwThyphenhyphencEj55euIboebi/s1600/South_Carolina+Flag.png"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 134px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtNqfnUXa5lQVlMXAq10OcFdJh9G-8QZ3FOGPvlqWV9Com7_QMZjvf7IoKDKB4-nCY07Un3qWytE678lLyJSau_JKgl1lqncsENqGHbDDWTJasqY7CU65jBfrTlfFwThyphenhyphencEj55euIboebi/s200/South_Carolina+Flag.png" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5492012710057760594" /></a><br /><br />“South Carolina” is the answer to the question I’m often asked: How did I guy from Massachusetts end up a Jesuit in the New Orleans Province? The summer after I graduated college I worked at a summer camp in Western Massachusetts, where I worked with several young women from South Carolina. I think they were the first people from there I’d ever met. There was something about them, and how they spoke about the place that fascinated me. So, later that year, when I was applying to graduate schools, the rather strange possibility of applying to the University of South Carolina seemed a little less strange.<br /><br />I know it might seem funny, but my decision to apply to USC was influenced by what might otherwise have been an overlooked “personal touch.” I was applying to grad schools from out of the country, and didn’t have a fixed address. The newest information catalogue was not available, but instead of sending me a form letter, or not responding at all, someone had taken the time to write me a personal note asking me to let them know what address to send the information to me, when it became available. Still, as the acceptance—and rejection—letters came in, my best offer was from Catholic University in Washington, and it seemed I was going there. But, I thought, I had nothing to lose in writing the other places I had been accepted, and seeing if they had something more to offer. I got only one bite. USC offered me a teaching assistantship, which was exactly what I was looking for.<br /><br />So, South Carolina became the first place that I lived on my own, far away from home. My first friends were the other students in the program, many of whom I liked very much. But I also felt the pull of my spiritual roots, and started getting involved at the Saint Thomas More Catholic Student Center. There I met several friends who, though now we’re scattered all over the country, I still keep in touch with. I also felt another pull back to youth ministry, which led me to a local parish, and a deep, abiding friendship with a group of people who continue to be some of my closest friends. And, because they were “locals,” many of them having grown up in South Carolina, and because they continue to live there, which (sadly) I don’t, South Carolina is a special kind of home, which I try to get back to with some regularity. I write about my experience in South Carolina in my book, <a href="http://catalog.americancatholic.org/product.aspx?prodid=B16765">Already There</a>:<br /><br /> <span style="font-style:italic;">"I enjoyed my activities at the university’s Catholic center, but I also felt God stirring that desire to give retreats to or teach high school students,as I had done in the past. I arranged a meeting with the youth ministry director in the parish. Remarkably, she already had six people who had volunteered to help that year. I was excited by the prospect of working with such a large team. She, on the other hand, as she admitted to me only some months later after we’d become close friends, had been prepared to suggest I try another parish, since they already had more help than they needed. But we hit it off almost immediately, and when I told her about my desire and my past experience, she couldn’t say no. A few years later, she was one of the first people I told of my decision to apply to become a Jesuit, and the first I asked to write a recommendation for me. <br /><br /> The result was a dream team of sorts. We eight became fast friends and quickly discovered how well our skills complemented one another’s in our work with the parish’s youth. The youth program not only grew and improved, but so did we, because of our care for the young people of the parish and each other. The total impact on my life seems disproportionate to the amount of time it lasted—only about two years. It was an experience of friendship and community I continue to cherish, I’ve carried the picture of the eight of us in all my moves since then, even though that experience could not be sustained. One man was in the army and was transferred, one woman got married and moved to another state, one could no longer find the time, and two of us felt called to answer the need for a youth ministry director at another parish. <br /><br /> Such times, such friends, are great gifts, even if, inevitably they can’t be beside us forever, let alone a few years. By drawing out the best from us, they directly contribute to our becoming what God desires us to be. These were, and continue to be, some of the best and most important friends I’ve had in my lifetime. When I was ordained a priest in New Orleans, after celebrating Mass with friends and family, my next stop was South Carolina. I needed to be with my friends there because, though I had gotten my training from the Jesuits, these were the people who had inspired and nurtured my gifts and my desires in such a way that being a Jesuit and a priest became a real option for me. There’s little coincidence in my mind in the fact that four of them were with me that day, listening to the same priest talk, when God placed the question in my mind, “Why aren’t you doing that?” In our work together, and in our care and love for each other, they had already, in a sense, asked me the same question."<br /><br /></span>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-25375181474443987702010-06-16T10:10:00.005-04:002010-07-25T03:54:50.621-04:00Spiderman, Barack Obama & Me<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEFnG3WjNXsAWFVMTEDBDn4KQU3k5HsVMKvqQGCEsZTjojWge5NhM17-wSuRLPGyUUliNd2iTevo8_xivVg3CMxpbCZM4_wWQr2grYhgr8Z5BYh-qrg9mbLPPAw5ZTNKxE_QfeGq5fTZc/s1600/Obama+and+Spiderman.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 200px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhmEFnG3WjNXsAWFVMTEDBDn4KQU3k5HsVMKvqQGCEsZTjojWge5NhM17-wSuRLPGyUUliNd2iTevo8_xivVg3CMxpbCZM4_wWQr2grYhgr8Z5BYh-qrg9mbLPPAw5ZTNKxE_QfeGq5fTZc/s200/Obama+and+Spiderman.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5483383077980800866" /></a><br /><br /><br />A friend pointed out something to me the other day that is quite funny. If you search my name on Amazon.com, you get four results: my two books, my author page and an issue of the Spiderman comic featuring Spiderman and Barack Obama on the cover. I have no connection with this particular comic book (or any comic book, for that matter), but I do find it funny that this should come up. Though the explanation seems little more than that there are two people involved with the comic, one named "Mark" and the other named "Mossa," it still seems in some ways apropos. Though I was never avid comic book reader or collector, I have always been fascinated with superheroes. Certainly it must go along with my interest in sci-fi and fantasy (which is about all I read when I was a kid), but I've always been fascinated by stories of people with special powers, or those who make the most of what they have. When I was just beginning to read, I loved also to read stories about strange phenomena like the Bermuda triangle or Easter island. It was about that same time when my best friend and I would play "Batman & Robin," plotting strategies against our evil enemy--his older sister.<br /><br />Thus, all my life I have believed that we are capable of doing more than we think we can, even what some insist might be "impossible." That is why, as a Christian, though I often let fear get in the way, I have always taken Jesus at his word when he said that we can do greater things than we think ourselves capable of, even greater things than he! I have found this to be true, not necessarily in dramatic "superhero" type ways, but often in simple ways. For me, this is apparent in moments in ministry when I find myself doing things that I thought I'd never do, overcoming anxiety to enter into someone else's pain to the extent that in some way I can feel it too, or saying or doing just the right thing, and later wondering and being amazed knowing that "just right" thing came from somewhere beyond me. I could not have come up with that on my own. I could not have done that, without God.<br /><br />As far as Barack Obama, I don't really have much to say. And, unfortunately these days, you can't mention a political figure without sparking a firestorm of contempt or even hate in some people. But one can hardly deny that simply by being elected president, he accomplished something many thought to be impossible. To get there, he too had to get to a moment when he thought the "impossible" possible. This was a key moment for me in my discernment to become a priest. Some priests, perhaps, <span style="font-style:italic;">knew</span> they could do it long before they actually did. For me, it took a while before I got to a point where I thought, "you know, I just might be able to do this," and it wasn't until I got there that I was able to apply to the Jesuits, and get started in the process. That was about 15 years ago, and I celebrated two years as a priest, just this week. Not only has it proven to be possible, but it seems like I've been doing it much longer than that!<br /><br />It doesn't take the bite of a genetically altered super-spider for us to do amazing things. Jesus said with just a little faith, we <span style="font-style:italic;">can</span> do the impossible. What impossible things have you done lately? Or what might you be being called to do?Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-63055698778151004522010-06-13T18:03:00.002-04:002010-06-13T18:13:01.224-04:00On Being at Home, Part 1: The Place From Which I Escaped<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TBVXuq7rftI/AAAAAAAAArA/JjOBIpKsY1w/s1600/Purgatory.jpg"><img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TBVXuq7rftI/AAAAAAAAArA/JjOBIpKsY1w/s320/Purgatory.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5482384580703649490" /></a><br /><br />As I sit on the porch of my former residence in New Orleans this week, watching the streetcars go by, I realize that though it’s been five years since I’ve lived here (and 15 years since that fateful first visit), I always feel at home here. There are three places that I can say that about. The first is, of course, Massachusetts, where I grew up, and where I still have spent the majority (about two thirds) of my life. The other is Columbia, SC, where I spent five of the most important years of my life, years without which I could not possibly have ended up where I am today. It is impossible to speak of that time as “only” five years, because so much happened during that time. Likewise the two years I actually lived in New Orleans. It’s hard to explain, but I knew after my first visit to New Orleans in 1995, that this place was going to hold a significant place in my future.<br /><br />I started reflecting on why these places hold such significance for me. True, I haven’t lived many other places, but there are places I have lived, like Tampa (with apologies to my friends there), where I’m not sure that I could have ever felt at home. I realized that these places do hold something in common. They are each places that marked significant turning points in my life. Massachusetts is home in a much more ephemeral sense. The town in which I spent the first years of my conscious life—thought I now have almost no connection with it—still seems more like home than the town in which I lived most of my time “growing up.” I always felt an outsider there, which I was reminded of when I attended my nephew’s high school graduation there a couple of weeks ago. Any affection I had for that town lasted perhaps only the two-and-a-half years it took me to finish grade school there. After that it turned into a personal hell which I would soon have to escape from by going to school elsewhere. Yet, my interest in books and literature stems in many ways from that time. It was the librarians who provided an important way station for me, where I could escape for at least a little while. They nurtured me and knew me in ways that many of my teachers didn’t or couldn’t. My “hometown” would really only truly become important as the home base from which I engaged a broader world. My desire <span style="font-style:italic;">not to be there</span> led me to so many different places, meeting friends and having experiences that I would not have had if my urge hadn’t been so often to be elsewhere. Already then it was beginning to become clear that I was destined to be the most traveled of my family.<br /><br />It’s interesting that the place which I spent so much time escaping over the years, has now become a place I frequently visit. It’s not because people in town know me, or that it’s a place of “old friends” (I said ‘hello’ to my former next-door neighbor there a couple of weeks ago, and it was clear that he had no idea who I was). Rather, I go there because my family is there. I go there because my sister and her family (and, at times, my parents) live in that same house we grew up in. Now, strangely, I’m content to just stay there with my niece and nephews and my family, playing games, talking or watching TV. There is no reason to escape. It is a place more special and more “home” now because I have watched my niece and nephews grow up there, not because I grew up there. This home is the place where I left my family behind for a different world, and also where I learned, however late, that I could love and cherish my family in my sincere, but still imperfect way.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-9508027301851954162010-06-09T13:37:00.002-04:002010-06-09T13:52:38.455-04:00Crazy Summer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TA_TsT1K-mI/AAAAAAAAAq0/T2vePC-HeIQ/s1600/summer2.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 149px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TA_TsT1K-mI/AAAAAAAAAq0/T2vePC-HeIQ/s200/summer2.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480832029724179042" /></a><br />Especially for those of us who continue to live on an academic schedule, summertime is when the “hyphenated” part of Jesuit priesthood can become most pronounced. We tend to take a break from our regular work, and do something else for a time. Summer is also the time when we typically do our annual 8-day retreat, spend some time with family, and vacation with other Jesuits for a little while. It is sometimes hard to figure exactly how to fit all these things together, but it is also nice to be able to look forward to these things each summer. Right now, in fact, I’m spending a few days in Mississippi, near the beach, with several other Jesuit friends.<br /><br />This summer is especially interesting for me, since it will be pulling me in multiple directions. My “job” this summer starts in a couple of weeks. Along with a few others members of the faculty, I’ll be accompanying students from Loyola University in New Orleans on a <a href="http://studyabroad.loyno.edu/index.cfm?FuseAction=Programs.ViewProgram&Program_ID=10007&Type=O&sType=O">summer program abroad in Belgium</a>. There I will serve as one of the priests for the group and also teach a course in Catholicism. It will also be a new experience for me, as I’ve never been there before. Like most of the students, I will be experiencing most things there for the first time! I’m also looking forward to putting aside my own studies for a bit, and just teaching. Teaching is one of my favorite things!<br /><br />In the meantime, I will also have my writer’s cap on as well. Some time during the course of the summer, perhaps even while I’m still in Belgium, <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Already-There-Letting-God-Find/dp/0867167653/ref=pd_rhf_p_t_2">my new book</a> will be released. I’ve already begun doing various things to promote the book, and that will continue through the summer. I’ve also got a new project I will be working on, a book which will focus on some of the spiritual writings of Saint Ignatius Loyola. Along with teaching, that will be another part of my summer “job.”<br /><br />When I return from Belgium, I’ll go straight to Atlanta, where I’ll be helping to lead the young adult retreat <a href="http://www.ignatiushouse.org/schedule.html">at our retreat house there</a>, for the third straight year! They haven’t gotten sick of me yet! Last year we had a full house, and it’s a wonderful retreat. If you are a young adult living near Atlanta, come join us the first full weekend of August!<br /><br />Then it’ll be back to New York City to finish up some of the summer’s work, and get ready for a new school year at Fordham. The end of summer always leaves me feeling refreshed, tired of traveling and looking forward to learning and teaching some new things. This year I’ll have the added challenge of balancing my life as an author-priest with my life as a student-priest. But I think this added challenge will probably be good. I’ve found over the years that often it is when I have the most going on, that I get the most done! No doubt that has something to do with why I chose this life. <br /><br />Happy Summer, everyone!Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-10146762177016852992010-06-09T12:40:00.004-04:002010-06-09T12:51:10.481-04:00FOLLOW ME<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_HXMT5VNw8EMEKgHTBFo5qXJYpyggQZdJf8g0t9goqmZeDZFTncY6qivKD9RKzfNcnMwy2ej5TPWRTe-3_gXuzgJAEx9rrV5hhMVpbS_mQ2ODU4eh-0u25MXLAfvMFC7_lyZVAH9KZPi/s1600/follow-me.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 265px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjL_HXMT5VNw8EMEKgHTBFo5qXJYpyggQZdJf8g0t9goqmZeDZFTncY6qivKD9RKzfNcnMwy2ej5TPWRTe-3_gXuzgJAEx9rrV5hhMVpbS_mQ2ODU4eh-0u25MXLAfvMFC7_lyZVAH9KZPi/s320/follow-me.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5480817484670521506" /></a><br /><br /><br />Dear GODsTALKed followers,<br /><br />Come follow me at my book companion blog, <a href="http://lettinggodfindyou.blogspot.com">Spoiler Alert</a>, and get the latest updates on what's happening with my soon to be published book!<br /><br />You can also discover where that map on the cover leads . . .Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-68950243655702275312010-06-01T19:14:00.004-04:002010-06-01T19:30:51.928-04:00 There There: Now Available for Pre-Order<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TAWYGyM9o-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/KRvDG6wXWC4/s1600/Already+There+Cover+2+Crop.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 187px; height: 294px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/TAWYGyM9o-I/AAAAAAAAAqI/KRvDG6wXWC4/s320/Already+There+Cover+2+Crop.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5477951764088857570" /></a><br />The promotion wheels are now in gear and spinning!<br /><br />You can now catch the first glimpse of my book, <span style="font-style:italic;"><a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0867167653/ref=kinw_rke_rti_1">Already There: Letting God Find You</a></span>, at Amazon.com.<br /><br />It's now available for pre-order, so why wait?!<br /><br />I'm happy to say that I like the cover!<br /><br />As we get closer to publication, there will be updates on the book's web companion--<a href="http://lettinggodfindyou.blogspot.com"><span style="font-style:italic;">Spoiler Alert<span style="font-weight:bold;"></span></span></a>--which features a Soundtrack for the book, suggestions of movies to watch before reading (that'll keep you busy until the book arrives), and the latest news. I'm allowing moderated comments there. And if you want to know more, you can always catch me at the e-mail link on my blogger profile page.Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-39726277622520976242010-05-19T12:00:00.002-04:002010-05-19T12:01:37.021-04:00Big Think: Fr. James MartinA good interview with Fr. James Martin, SJ on being a Jesuit, Priest and Catholic today:<div><br /></div><div><br /></div><br /><script src="http://video.bigthink.com/player.js?embedCode=kydTFjMToeMe4lN93utRzE0_Cpk2Ogfa&width=516&autoplay=0&deepLinkEmbedCode=kydTFjMToeMe4lN93utRzE0_Cpk2Ogfa&height=290"></script>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-32064170182940821362010-05-14T10:50:00.005-04:002010-05-14T11:11:42.282-04:00The Annoyed Man in WhiteSo, OK, maybe I shouldn't have preached about those "annoying men in white," but I was advised to keep it short, and was hoping to get people's attention. That I did (or didn't), but not exactly in the way I'd hoped.<div><br /></div><div>Back in the days when I was an altar boy, I used to find it a bit shocking that the priest could get angry about what did (or didn't) happen at Mass. <i>P</i><i>riests weren't supposed to get angry</i>. I was reminded of this, because I almost lost it yesterday. The <i>new</i> lavalier microphone wasn't switching on and off properly. I had to keep pulling it out to check it, because the switch was jamming and then, even still, it didn't seem to be working right. So, the congregation, and the web audience, were only able to hear some of that part of the mass. This was distracting enough.</div><div><br /></div><div>Add to that that twice in the course of the mass, I was informed that we were going to do <i>this</i>, instead of <i>that </i>(presumably because of the significant number of latecomers arriving). This largely involved Communion, so suddenly the altar was crowded with vessels that weren't originally supposed to be there, leaving me to have to try to organize the mess in some way. And did I mention that I was told before the mass that they wanted to finish in about 35 minutes?! Pressure, distraction and disruption made it very hard to celebrate the Ascension. Instead, I was frustrated and angry. It took a grand effort not to shout at the liturgy coordinator after mass. Instead, after making the strong effort to pleasantly greet people as they left, I more or less just got out of there, and tried to collect myself. </div><div>Up there with those "annoying men in white," was one annoyed man in white. Me.</div><div><br /></div><div>These days I understand better why, when I was a young altar boy, Father wasn't always perfect, and sometimes not even nice.</div><div><br /></div>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-60421432402063635452010-05-13T11:25:00.002-04:002010-05-13T11:28:09.838-04:00Those Annoying Men in WhiteA brief reflection for the Feast of the Ascension:<div><br /></div><div><!--StartFragment--> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:13.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%;Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;">You’ve no doubt heard of the “Men in Black,” that elite team that saves the world from aliens.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But in today’s readings we hear not from them, but from the men in white, or as the beginning of the chapter from where today’s Gospel reading is taken has it, the men in “dazzling garments.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>The men in white ask annoying questions.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the last chapter of Luke, they ask the shocked women who have arrived to find Jesus’ tomb empty, “Why do you seek the living among the dead?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In the first chapter of the book of Acts, also thought to have been written by Luke, they appear again, just after the Apostles have watched Jesus ascend into the sky in a cloud, asking, “Why are you standing there looking at the sky?”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>As if it wasn’t obvious!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:13.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%;Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:13.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%;Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;">As annoying as these questions seem, they also serve as a challenge to the people to whom they are posed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Yes, you have just seen something amazing, they seem to be saying, but it’s not like you weren’t told to expect this.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>So, don’t just stand there, you’ve got work to do!<o:p></o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:13.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%;Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;"><o:p> </o:p></span></p> <p class="MsoNormal" style="line-height:150%"><span style="font-size:13.0pt; mso-bidi-line-height:150%;Times New Roman"font-family:";font-size:12.0pt;">They—and we—are being reminded of what our second reading today also seeks to remind us, “Let us hold unwaveringly to our confession that gives us hope, for Jesus, who made the promise is trustworthy.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>In these days after our celebration of Easter we have been holding on to this hope given us by Jesus’ resurrection.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Today, in the Ascension of Jesus, we are invited to take a step further, to trust that in the gift of the Holy Spirit, given after Jesus’ ascension, God was and continues to be with us.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>And when we see God’s Spirit active in our lives, as we all can if we just look into the faces of our family and friends and at the things that we’re thankful for, we should stand in awe and wonder.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>But not for too long.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Otherwise, those men in white will come along, with their annoying questions, reminding us, “Don’t just stand their twiddling your thumbs.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now that you’ve seen God’s spirit working in your life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>Now that you know that Jesus has kept his promises.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes"> </span>It’s time to get out there and share this with everybody else! </span></p> <!--EndFragment--> </div>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-37215221267540522592010-05-07T16:56:00.002-04:002010-05-07T17:18:51.970-04:00Edited OutI've spent a good part of the last week looking over the initial galley proof pages of my forthcoming book <i>Already There: Letting God Find You, </i>which now even has it's own Library of Congress catalogue number! It's exciting to start to see what the book will actually look like! But the process is a little bit like an emotional roller coaster! This is the first chance to see the edited version. And, of course, I realized that I have NO objectivity with regard to what has been changed or left out from my original manuscript. Has my voice been taken away? How could the editor change <i>that</i>! That doesn't even sound like me! Then, of course, you look back at the original manuscript, which you haven't read in a while (it was finished almost a year ago at this point), and you realize about some of these things--<i>Oh, I did write that</i>. Then you feel embarrassed, and a little guilty for those thoughts you had (briefly, of course) about your editor. But realizing my lack of objectivity, I sought the aid of my friend who knows my writing well, and who is also not afraid to be brutally honest, if necessary. We sat in a diner yesterday, and went through the pages together. She commiserated with me over some of the changes, pointed out a few things she didn't like, but also kept repeating, <i>this is really good</i>. That's what I really needed her for, and needed to hear. I just needed somebody to read it and tell me it would be OK--even more than OK.<div><br /></div><div>I keep trying to remind myself that the book is not for me. It's for the young adults for whom I wrote it. So long as it speaks to them, and helps them, it doesn't really matter if one of <i>my</i> favorite parts is missing. That, of course, doesn't mean I didn't do my share of saying things like, "we <i>really</i> need to do <i>this</i>." But I was also able to let several things go. It also helped that a certain writer friend of mine told me of his best-selling book, "my editor took out some of my funny stories. And it probably made it better." So, I can breathe. Especially since, as of this morning, the corrections are in the mail!</div><div><br /></div><div>Looking forward to seeing how it's all going to turn out. But the neuroses are not over yet. I'm still terrified that I'm going to hate the cover when I finally see it! But I'm asking God for patience, trust, and humility. All will be well. <i>Repeat</i>.</div><div><br /></div>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-50674105317840881282010-05-02T17:49:00.003-04:002010-05-02T18:18:43.890-04:00V's Father Jack<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/S935v4HEdwI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hRapQxW51jw/s1600/V_series_Father_Jack_gretsch-thumb-330xauto-29126.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 212px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/S935v4HEdwI/AAAAAAAAAn0/hRapQxW51jw/s320/V_series_Father_Jack_gretsch-thumb-330xauto-29126.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5466800123608856322" /></a><br />I've been watching the show "V." It intrigues me, though I can't say I'm a huge fan. But one of the things that is most interesting and novel about it is that one of its main characters is a priest. Unfortunately, while they try to make the character interesting, he's more of a cliche than anything else. Not to mention a bit unrealistic.<div><br /></div><div>Now, I know what you're thinking. "C'mon, Father, it's scifi--it's not meant to be realistic!" Sure. But it can't be totally ridiculous either. For example, how does Father Jack take care of his pastoral duties, when he seems to be spending all his time being an insurgent against the Vs? The occasional scene of him holding a rosary doesn't quite do the trick. True, he does serve as the conscience of the group sometimes, but the character needs to be filled out! </div><div><br /></div><div> And I have to mention the most ridiculous thing of all. One can only conclude from his wardrobe, that he's not very bright. If I were engaging in subversive activities, like he and his rebel group are, you can be sure I wouldn't be wearing my collar all the time, like he does! Just think of the report from the witnesses to an attack by the insurgent group: "I didn't get a good look at them, but one of them was a priest." That narrows down the list of suspects quite a bit. You can imagine someone asking the obvious question: "What kind of idiot wears a Roman collar to a bombing?" Indeed. Father Jack needs to wise up, instead of just getting weepy-eyed every time they come up against a morally questionable situation.</div><div><br /></div><div>But here's where the V producers could really do something interesting, which they haven't. So far, really, it doesn't matter that he's a priest. He could just as well have been a social worker. What they need to do is make the fact that he's a priest mean something. For example, wouldn't the arrival of aliens sort of rock the world of many people who are deeply religious? Shouldn't he be questioning how this fits in with his faith in God? Since they have a priest character, they ought to take advantage of the opportunity to explore the theological issues involved. For example, might he be wondering about the status of the Vs within his theological worldview? And what about the V-human baby, can and should it be baptized? What are the implications of his involvement in the fight against the Vs for his priesthood? Might it mean that he might have to take time off from being a priest? Should he have a spiritual director/friend of some sort with whim he an take up such questions?</div><div><br /></div><div>I guess part of my frustration is that priest-characters usually come off one way or another. They are either one-dimensional, or being lured away from their vows. Refreshingly, so far it is not the latter, but the character needs some help. Father Jack needs to be more a priest, and less the weepy-eyed conscience figure. And for God's sake, Father Jack, if you find yourself bringing a gun along somewhere, lose the clerics! You could bring down the whole resistance by being so identifiable.</div><div><br /></div><div>And while we're on that subject, why hasn't the savvy terrorist they've recruited to help them told Father Jack this already??!! You'd think he would have realized the problem from day 1, mate.</div><div><br /></div><div> </div>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1187791319961290698.post-15227107939476632352010-04-27T07:53:00.003-04:002010-04-27T08:01:52.836-04:00Fr. Walter Ciszek, Pray For Us<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/S9bR7FNxbVI/AAAAAAAAAno/Cjn2b7xpCq0/s1600/Ciszek.jpg"><img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 231px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_VvsuAQzweyQ/S9bR7FNxbVI/AAAAAAAAAno/Cjn2b7xpCq0/s320/Ciszek.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5464786010803105106" /></a><br />Sorry I've gone so quiet. The last three weeks have been non-stop work! Hope to have something new, soon. In the meantime, get to know one of my favorite Jesuits, Fr. Walter Ciszek. His cause for sainthood is being promoted.<div><br /></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" ;font-family:Georgia, Arial, sans-serif;"><p class="intro" style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; line-height: 24px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); clear: left; font-size:1.2em;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: normal; font-size:12px;"></span></p><h2 style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 5px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 26px; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-family: Georgia, serif; text-transform: none; font-weight: normal; ">The Priest Who Died Three Times</h2><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-transform: uppercase; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">BY: LOUISE PERROTTA</span></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size:6;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px;font-size:19px;"><br /></span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 24px; "><span class="Apple-style-span" style=" line-height: 18px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-transform: uppercase; "></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: medium;"><b>The first time Walter Ciszek "died" was in 1947. The American Jesuit had disappeared in 1940, shortly after slipping into Communist Russia to work as an underground priest. After seven years, his family and religious community gave him up for dead.</b></span></span></div></span><p></p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; line-height: 26px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">But the priest had been arrested on charges of espionage, and swallowed up into the Soviet prison system. Not until 1955, when Fr. Ciszek got a letter to his sister in Pennsylvania, did anyone outside the Iron Curtain suspect he was alive. When he was sent back to the United States in 1963—traded for two Russian agents—it seemed like a return from the dead.</p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; line-height: 26px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">Ciszek died for real on December 8, 1984, at age eighty, two decades after being released. But in between these two demises, he underwent a death—and a resurrection—of quite another sort. . . </p><p style="padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 15px; margin-left: 0px; font-size: 1em; line-height: 26px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); ">read <a href="http://wau.org/archives/article/the_priest_who_died_three_times/">the rest here</a>.</p></div>Mark Mossa, SJhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14336497794751332013noreply@blogger.com