“The marvelous richness of human experience would lose something of rewarding joy if there were not limitations to overcome. The hilltop hour would not be half so wonderful if there were no dark valleys to traverse” (Helen Keller).
Life consists of rest and activity; it’s rhythmic. The heart beats repetitively. We inhale and exhale. We work and rest. We sleep and wake. Day after day. Rest and activity. A rhythm.
Creation, too, is rhythmic: the sun rises and sets, light and darkness; the seasons change, year after year.
As I get older, I am becoming more aware of the rhythm of my life. I live in a seminary with over twenty college-aged men, and so there tends to be constant activity during the academic year. But now that summer has arrived there is more silence in the house. This is part of the rhythm of my life. Read more »
Above my desk where my Macbook, printer, and lamp share their home, hangs a large framed print of one of my favorite saints, Ignatius of Loyola. He’s dressed in a red chasuble and stole, the traditional vestments for the celebration of Mass. His eyes gaze heavenward; there is a glow on his face and an aura of light around his head. His right arm is bent upward; his hand, fingers and palm also pointing upward, is open in a gesture of praise. His left hand rests on the top of an open book and on the left page are written the words “Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam”: For the greater glory of God. It is the image of a saint, an image of holiness.
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