I have no idea what was said in today’s homily, despite the fact that Fr. Jerry is a charismatic speaker who tastefully  balances theological weight with entertaining narrative tidbits.   I was admittedly distracted by, or let me say, focused on, Jesus’ words to the crowd in Capernaum: “I am the bread of life; whoever comes to me will never hunger, and whoever believes in me will never thirst” (John 6: 34-35).  In true Ignatian style, I let my imagination begin to run wild as my own homily formed in my …

I’ve long regarded myself as an intensely hungry person, though not in the physical sense. I don’t care inordinately about my dinner, save that it is healthy; yet, I’ve always experienced the world itself—the concept of it, the vast beauty and mystery of it, as something I desperately long to bring nearer in order to incorporate it into my(S)elf. I experience this longing as hunger to be spiritually and emotionally intimate with the world by “consuming” it—by “feeding upon infinity,” as William Wordsworth might say, as if my mind and …