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Something about Mary

August 10, 2009 By: emiliotravieso Category: Emilio's Posts Comments Off

Madonna della strada

I had a small revelation about Mary at the Annunciation during this year’s 8-day Spiritual Exercises. Maybe because we’re used to emphasizing her tender age when she became pregnant with Jesus, not to mention her innocence, I had always seen Mary as basically naïve. I had understood her inner movements around the Annunciation and Visitation more or less like this: first (when the angel shows up) she’s scared, then (when he explains what’s happening) she asks an obvious question, then she accepts, then she goes and serves (her cousin Elizabeth, who is pregnant in old age).

In contemplating the Incarnation on my retreat, though, I discovered a different Mary, one much more akin to the young women in my neighborhood. Her fear and surprise at the angel’s greeting can also be read as a discerning suspicion – she doesn’t respond to his sweet talk until she is certain that the intentions are good. And even after closing the deal, she seeks confirmation – note that Mary sings the victorious Magnificat only after seeing that her cousin Elizabeth is indeed pregnant, as the angelic messenger had told her. This Mary is just as innocent – indeed, Immaculate – and as good as she was before in my imagination, but now she is not at all naive. Rather, this young woman is an expert in “Second Week” discernment, who cooperates with the Holy Spirit insofar as she is sure that she’s dealing with that spirit and not some impostor.

This takes away none of her humility, availability, or commitment – on the contrary, it only strengthens it. Surely, this is the Mary who later taught her son to be “as simple as a dove, but as clever as a serpent.” This is the Mary who “kept these things in her heart,” prudently keeping her mouth shut much of the time. Perhaps the image that best captures this attitude is Our Lady of the Way (NS della Strada), i.e., Our Lady of the Street – an image in which both Mary and the baby Jesus, with poker faces, seem to be staring at the viewer, waiting to see what the viewer will do or say before changing their expression or responding.

Is it mere coincidence that this image became so central in the life of St. Ignatius, that master of discernment who teaches us to be suspicious of the evil spirit disguised as the angel of light? (Incidentally, it’s certainly no coincidence that this facet of Our Lady of the Way was brought to my attention by a Jesuit friend who is very much a New Yorker.) Seeing Mary as a street-smart – and still absolutely innocent and tremendously loving – young woman “brings her home” for me, and makes her much more interesting.  I can see her reflected more easily now, for example, in the young women in our parish’s youth group. And this Mary, I think, has a lot to teach us.

Stepping Up

July 09, 2009 By: emiliotravieso Category: Emilio's Posts Comments Off

I feel that God has been inviting me to “step up” and take on a more adult role. Over the last few weeks, very familiar situations at home and at work have felt somehow different. For most of my life up to now, I would leave initiative and decision-making to others, focusing my “priestly” efforts on building little bridges, doing little favors, and otherwise trying to help other people’s projects and relationships go smoothly. Lately, though, I’ve begun to perceive people looking to me for initiative and advice on big decisions, and I’m starting to feel like I have something to offer at that level.

For example, I have been participating in a series of meetings at work for over a year, where there has been a running controversy over the structure of our NGO’s three offices. At every single meeting, the three directors would all agree that we should have the same structure to facilitate our working together, but then they would each be defensive about their own particular structure. And whenever the topic came up, the rest of us at the meeting would roll our eyes and say to ourselves, “Here we go again.” Some people have been a part of these meetings for several years, and they say it’s always been the same controversy.

Before, I would simply leave those issues to the “big dogs” and focus on what’s in my job description, or maybe try, during a coffee break, to help one director see the value in what the other director was saying. Since I’d been feeling this movement of the Spirit lately, though, last week’s meeting was different. When the topic came up, the directors started raising their voices, the co-workers started rolling their eyes, and I said to myself: “I think I can contribute to solving this.”

When I asked for a turn to speak, I knew that most of the people in the room would rather that the argument end quickly so we could move on to the points on the agenda, and they would resent my dwelling on an issue that everybody knew was destined to be an eternal stone in our collective shoe. I wasn’t sure what the three directors would think of my “going there.” But I was certain that the Good Spirit was placing before me yet another invitation to finally “step up” and assume a more adult role, with all its creative possibilities and all its dangerous risks.

My proposal was to organize our network around the principal lines of our strategic plan, rather than around a common structure which might not fit any of our offices well. If we come together around our shared mission (meeting in small groups by strategic line on which we work instead of by analogous positions in a structure), the differences between the offices’ particular structures are no longer a disturbance, and each can freely adapt to the place where our mission is incarnate.

I have no idea if this solution will last, but I did feel a sense of accomplishment when the three directors agreed, for now, that this way of looking at it could end the needless controversy. Some co-workers sneered skeptically, but others thanked me.

Like Paul’s “Jesuit suit” (see Paul’s most recent post), my understanding of my priestly role is developing. I’m not only called to smooth things over for other people’s projects; in some cases, I’m also called to take on an active leadership role in the projects that I’m a part of. I’m called to use and offer my talents, looking for the magis.

I can’t naively ignore that “stepping up” in this way will bring with it new traps and temptations, but to paraphrase what Ignatius once wrote to a Jesuit he had sent to the Portuguese court, our mission isn’t about avoiding danger, it’s about doing good. Sometimes we have to put ourselves out there, trusting in God’s grace.


Photo: “stepping up” by “franglo” from Flickr (Used under Creative Commons license)

Those Who Mourn

May 28, 2009 By: emiliotravieso Category: Emilio's Posts Comments Off

I often find myself in a state of mourning, emotionally affected by the violence, corruption, poverty and racism, not to mention many other ills, that surround all of us. Because I have opted to live close to excluded people, these realities are undisguised and easy to see from my perspective. But, since I’m not marginalized or impoverished myself, I am very rarely a victim of violence or injustice – on the contrary, I live in a country where Catholic clergy are privileged and treated with great respect. So, sometimes I feel scruples over how much I let certain situations affect me. When a neighbor who I didn’t know very well is murdered by the police, for example, I’m not always sure to what extent my emotional reaction is a compassionate and “blessed” refusal to be indifferent, or a way of unconsciously appropriating the suffering of another to feed my ego, a way of feeling like I am living a “hard core” experience which in fact I’m very protected from.

When, and to what extent, is my mourning blessed? How can I tell if it comes from the good spirit or the evil one? I have found a helpful criterion for discernment in Pope Benedict XVI’s book, Jesus of Nazareth, in his discussion of the Sermon on the Mount:

Is it good to mourn and to declare mourning blessed? There are two kinds of mourning. The first is the kind that has lost hope, that has become mistrustful of love and of truth, and that therefore eats away and destroys man from within. But there is also the mourning occasioned by the shattering encounter with truth, which leads man to undergo conversion and to resist evil. This mourning heals, because it teaches man to hope and to love again. (….) At the foot of Jesus’ Cross we understand better than anywhere else what it means to say “blessed are those who mourn, for they shall be comforted.” Those who do not harden their hearts to the pain and need of others, who do not give evil entry to their souls, but suffer under its power and so acknowledge the truth of God – they are the ones who open the windows of the world to let the light in.

This key helps me to sift through my emotions in my Examens and prayer, asking for the grace to feel with those around me in a way that de-centers and opens me to communion, and points to the day in which we will all be comforted.

Photo: “LeRiche Mourn” by “christophe dune” from Flickr (Used under Creative Commons license)

After the Resurrection

May 02, 2009 By: emiliotravieso Category: Emilio's Posts Comments Off

 

“Peace be with you,” he says. (Lk 24, 36)

 

And I think of the woman who came for domestic violence counseling last week, and the rumor that the next day her husband was sharpening his machete to chop off her head.

 

“Peace be with you,” he repeats.  (Jn 20, 19)

 

What about the refugees arriving here from Sri Lanka, flung halfway around the world like shrapnel from the explosion of war in their country? 

 

“Peace be with you,” again!  (Jn 20, 21)

 

I don’t get it, Jesus!  Drugs, corruption, swine flu!  Hunger!  And that’s all you can say? 

Why don’t you do something?!

 

“Peace be with you,” still… (Jn 20, 26)

 

I reach a point where my mind breaks down. 

And finally my heart can accept what he so insistently offers. 

And I am brought to a cool stream, and I can breathe again.  

And I can love, and I can give.  

 




Photo: “Peace Be With You” by Anna Gay from Flickr (Used under Creative Commons license)