#Chapel of St. Ignatius

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The first time I ever saw someone answer a cell phone in a movie theater was in the middle of a midnight screening of Mel Gibson’s The Passion Of The Christ. A blood-drenched Jim Caviezel was being whipped when I heard “Hello? Yeah, what’s good? I’m in the movie.” My stomach started to bounce as I tried, unsuccessfully, to stifle a laugh. My friend Jeremy elbowed me to either egg me on or stop me, knowing the laughter would catch on with the rest of our group: ten other Saint Ignatius High School students who chose to go on an “Urban Immersion” retreat our senior year.

I saw Mr. Grady’s tear-stained face turn in the darkness. He was sitting a row in front of us, and he appeared to be livid. He let out a sharp “shhh!” then looked over to let us know he’d do far worse if we did anything further to disrupt his viewing experience. Disciplinary actions would be taken if we giggled again. Our trip would be cut short. A teacher threatening to send us all home to our parents that week, however, would have been welcomed.

Most Ignatius students went on “Kairos” retreats (Greek: “God’s Time”) that featured three days of camping and praying, followed by a “witness” portion where students arrived back on campus to share, at the center of St. Mary’s chapel, what they’d learned during their period of reflection. Typically, they said “I love you, Dad!” while fighting back tears before running back to their pews. They also wrote letters about their newfound or newly confirmed love of Jesus Christ. I received one of these letters from my best friend who was a year ahead of me. His words moved and excited me. I anticipated my trip all year.

The students in the movie theater with me that night, however, had all signed up for a retreat in which we spent the week living as if on the streets of inner-city Cleveland. The Urban Immersion retreat was four days of sleeping in a church basement, living off the equivalent of food stamps (about $5 a day for groups of four), and eating the rest of our meals at shelters where we also volunteered our time. There was also a “scared straight” period where we sat in a circle of folding chairs at the 2100 men’s shelter my friend Luke’s dad ran and listened to grown men scream about how “crack does not discriminate!” 

Also, we got to see The Passion of The Christ opening night.

Perhaps you read about the record-setting earnings this movie made the week it premiered. The first $125 million was thanks to big groups like ours attending. Also thanks to the guy who had to answer his phone while the Romans killed Christ. I’m not sure how we as mock-poor kids on our immersion trip were supposed to be able to afford the movie ourselves in keeping with the rules, but the timing seemed right, so our teachers took us.

Read the rest here.

[rogrogrog]

Beginning Lent today—Ash Wednesday. Have a blessed Lent to one and all.

Celebrating Valentine’s day as well. ❤️

St. Ignatius Chapel, NYC / Feb. 14, 2024

[hxneyfarm]

woke up thinking about this post and now i have to project on my blorbos a little bit cw: bullying, homophobia, mention of parent death

steve is in the first grade when he first becomes aware of eddie munson. it's a friday, which means he's in chapel alongside all the other students at st matthew's, but this morning is different. this morning they're doing a dress rehearsal for the second graders' first communion this weekend. there's a long line of them, right up the center aisle of the chapel in alternating boy-girl order, and everybody is watching them.

most of the second graders are doing just what they should; standing with their shoulders back, hands in front of them in prayer position, awaiting their turn to get to the front of the sanctuary and take the eucharist from father hyde.

there's one boy, though, who can't seem to stand still.

ants in his pants, as steve's mother would say. and that's no good for chapel, for mass this weekend when the boy will take the holy sacrament for the first time.

he's a little smaller than the rest of his grade, scrawny almost. his hair's a mop of unruly dark curls and he's got big brown eyes that take up most of his face. his faded trousers are an inch or so too short, showing off a strip of white sock beneath. steve's father would have never let him out of the house showing white sock beneath black trousers. the boy's belt is tightened to the very last hole.

sister ignatius hovers behind the boy, just to his right, with her severe brow pulled into a scowl and her long wooden ruler clutched in her hand.

"munson better cool it," tommy whispers at steve's side. "sister ignatius is gonna get him with that ruler of hers."

but eddie munson can't stand still, and he doesn't even get to father hyde before he catches sister ignatius' ruler across the thigh. he looks like his eyes might be welling with tears after she does it, but he stills, and he forces his body to remain as still as possible until the dress rehearsal is through

--

when steve is in the fourth grade, he's chosen to play joseph in st matthew's nativity play. eddie munson - still wild, still scrawny, still incapable of being still or quiet for more than a couple of minutes at a time - has for some godawful reason been chosen as the angel gabriel.

eddie munson doesn't take anything seriously, and the nativity play is no different. during practice and rehearsal, sister ignatius has to chase him all throughout the sanctuary while he dives beneath pews and hides under the altar and inside the hollow back of the pulpit.

steve thinks eddie munson is too old to be acting like this.

when the day finally comes, though, and they perform the nativity, munson delivers. for all the screwing around he did at practice and rehearsal, he really comes through and he shines as gabriel.

he's a touch dramatic, and his voice carries a little further than the rest of them, but there's a man and a woman in the second row of pews that smile at eddie like he is the star of both of their entire worlds as he takes a bow at the end.

the woman is young, her eyes big and dark in the same way eddie munson's are, her hair big and dark and curly. eddie's mother, for sure. the man at her side, though... that's not eddie's dad. steve's not sure how he knows it, but he does.

eddie is scooped into a hug by his mother when all is said and done, and the man at her side lays a companionable hand atop his head.

it's the happiest steve has ever seen eddie munson. the calmest, the most grounded.

--

steve is in the sixth grade when he watches eddie munson get expelled from st matthews.

he heard through the grapevine that eddie's mom died over the summer. he doesn't know the specifics but munson was out of school a lot last spring. they're not friends, barely even acquaintances, so steve doesn't offer any empty condolences when he sees eddie in the hallway between classes their first day back in the fall.

by the end of the week everything falls to shit.

steve's got no idea what or who started it, but when he comes across the scene in the hallway there are three boys surrounding eddie munson. they have eddie on his knees. one boy has a hand fisted in eddie's hair, pulling his head back at an uncomfortable angle, and the two other boys are taking turns hitting him.

the boys are using words that steve has never heard before.

fag. queer. cocksucker.

eddie munson's mouth is bleeding. there's nothing behind his eyes. he looks numb, almost dead himself. the boy holding munson down tightens his hand in his hair and pulls back again.

he says to eddie, "good thing your mom died before she found out what kinda faggot her kid is, huh?" and for the briefest moment, steve sees a flash of fire in his eyes.

and then eddie spits in the face of his attacker. he sprays blood across the other boy's face and all three of them go very very still before dropping eddie in a heap on the ground and running off to find an adult.

steve considers going to eddie, helping him up off the hallway floor, but eddie munson levels him with a hard stare and says, "fuck off."

eddie doesn't come back to st matthews after that, and over the next few years steve begins to hear rumors about him; he worships the devil, he's dealing drugs. he's gay.

--

in the spring of '86, when steve pulls on eddie's battle vest in the hazy nightmare of the upside down, there's a rosary in the pocket.

[sansimeonsims]

Starter interiors of the Jesuit Library and the St. Ignatius Chapel.

I kitbashed this peculiar looking shelf to hide the fact that none of the antique bookshelves hold any skill learning books when placed in a library.

I forgot that ornate ceiling was up there. They appear in my reference images so I'll have to find a way to fix everything so they match the new arrangement of the chandeliers.

Players are gonna hate loading this lot and the church for the sheer volume of material within alone. :(

[eternal-echoes]

I keep my questions focused on the theme of the church and I ask Pope Francis what it means exactly for him to “think with the church,” a notion St. Ignatius writes about in the Spiritual Exercises. He replies without hesitation and by using an image.

“The image of the church I like is that of the holy, faithful people of God. This is the definition I often use, and then there is that image from the Second Vatican Council’s ‘Dogmatic Constitution on the Church’ (No. 12). Belonging to a people has a strong theological value. In the history of salvation, God has saved a people. There is no full identity without belonging to a people. No one is saved alone, as an isolated individual, but God attracts us looking at the complex web of relationships that take place in the human community. God enters into this dynamic, this participation in the web of human relationships.

“The people itself constitutes a subject. And the church is the people of God on the journey through history, with joys and sorrows. Thinking with the church, therefore, is my way of being a part of this people. And all the faithful, considered as a whole, are infallible in matters of belief, and the people display this infallibilitas in credendo,this infallibility in believing, through a supernatural sense of the faith of all the people walking together. This is what I understand today as the ‘thinking with the church’ of which St. Ignatius speaks. When the dialogue among the people and the bishops and the pope goes down this road and is genuine, then it is assisted by the Holy Spirit. So this thinking with the church does not concern theologians only.

“This is how it is with Mary: If you want to know who she is, you ask theologians; if you want to know how to love her, you have to ask the people. In turn, Mary loved Jesus with the heart of the people, as we read in the Magnificat. We should not even think, therefore, that ‘thinking with the church’ means only thinking with the hierarchy of the church.”

After a brief pause, Pope Francis emphasizes in a very direct manner the following point, in order to avoid misunderstandings: “And, of course, we must be very careful not to think that this infallibilitas of all the faithful I am talking about in the light of Vatican II is a form of populism. No; it is the experience of ‘holy mother the hierarchical church,’ as St. Ignatius called it, the church as the people of God, pastors and people together. The church is the totality of God’s people.

“I see the sanctity of God’s people, this daily sanctity,” the pope continues. “There is a ‘holy middle class,’ which we can all be part of, the holiness Malègue wrote about.” The pope is referring to Joseph Malègue, a French writer (1876–1940), particularly to the unfinished trilogy Black Stones: The Middle Classes of Salvation. Some French literary critics have called Malègue the “Catholic Proust.”

“I see the holiness,” the pope continues, “in the patience of the people of God: a woman who is raising children, a man who works to bring home the bread, the sick, the elderly priests who have so many wounds but have a smile on their faces because they served the Lord, the sisters who work hard and live a hidden sanctity. This is for me the common sanctity. I often associate sanctity with patience: not only patience as hypomoné [the New Testament Greek word], taking charge of the events and circumstances of life, but also as a constancy in going forward, day by day. This is the sanctity of the militant church also mentioned by St. Ignatius. This was the sanctity of my parents: my dad, my mom, my grandmother Rosa who loved ​​me so much. In my breviary I have the last will of my grandmother Rosa, and I read it often. For me it is like a prayer. She is a saint who has suffered so much, also spiritually, and yet always went forward with courage.

“This church with which we should be thinking is the home of all, not a small chapel that can hold only a small group of selected people. We must not reduce the bosom of the universal church to a nest protecting our mediocrity. And the church is Mother; the church is fruitful. It must be. You see, when I perceive negative behavior in ministers of the church or in consecrated men or women, the first thing that comes to mind is: ‘Here’s an unfruitful bachelor’ or ‘Here’s a spinster.’ They are neither fathers nor mothers, in the sense that they have not been able to give spiritual life. Instead, for example, when I read the life of the Salesian missionaries who went to Patagonia, I read a story of the fullness of life, of fruitfulness.”

-INTERVIEW WITH POPE FRANCIS by Fr Antonio Spadaro, August 19, 2013

[sweetswannylawson]

St. Ignatius Chapel in Ignacio, Colorado

[thepastisalreadywritten]

SAINT OF THE DAY (May 15)

Isidore was born in 1070 in Madrid, Spain. His family was poor. He labored as a farmer on the land owned by a rich man named John de Vergas.

He was very pious and such a good worker that de Vergas allowed him to worship daily in the chapel on his property.

He was often accused by his fellow workers of neglecting his duties because he made prayer a higher priority.

Isidore eventually married a woman named Mary and they had a son. However, their son died while still very young.

Through this, they realized that it was the will of God for them not to have children, so they lived together chastely for the rest of their lives by doing good works.

Although he remained poor, he gave whatever he could spare to those in need.

One tale says that as he walked to the mill one day, he stopped and gave half of the corn in his sack to the hungry birds. By the time he got to the mill, his sack had miraculously filled up again.

He died on 15 May 1130 of natural causes.

Many miracles and cures have been reported at his grave in which his body remains incorruptible.

He was beatified in Rome on 2 May 1619 by Pope Paul V.

He was canonized nearly three years later by Pope Gregory XV, along with Saints Ignatius of Loyola, Francis Xavier, Teresa of Ávila, and Philip Neri on 12 March 1622.

He is the patron saint of agricultural workers and the United States National Rural Life Conference.

The story of St. Isidore is a reminder of the dignity of work and that ordinary life can lead to holiness.

[hbhughes]

Daniel Patrick McCormick

Daniel Patrick McCormick passed away suddenly at home in Forty Fort, PA on November 29, 2024. The son of Ramona Therese (Music) and Bernard Hugh McCormick was born on April 3rd, 1954, in Macungie where he was raised.  Dan graduated from Allentown Central Catholic in 1972, and Villanova University in 1976 which is where he fell in love with Mary Ellen O’Connor. He was very proud to be named Captain of the 1976 Villanova Rugby team.  Growing up he tried to stay busy and out of trouble by always holding one or more jobs, golfing and caddying.  Later in life he enjoyed golfing, telling stories, cooking, and spending time with his family.  Most of all, he loved his wife and children.  Dan tried to make every event that he could, travelling through various states to make games for all four of his children.  He would want you to know that after 55 years of playing golf, he had his first and second hole-in-one in the same month.

Dan was very involved in the community making the Wyoming Valley his home. For many years: He was President of the Friendly Sons of Saint Patrick, Vice President of the Wyoming Valley West Gifted Children’s Organization.  With the Forty Fort Pioneers he was a President Board Member, and Coach.  He also coached basketball for many boys and girls at St. Nick’s, WVW Middle School, and the Rolling Mill Hill League. He was a proud member of the Forty Fort Lions. Dan served on the board of the LCTA and Coal Street Redevelopment Committee serving as Treasurer. At Glen Maura CC he served as Assistant Treasurer, Board Member, and Chairman of the Golf Committee.  

In addition to his parents, Dan was predeceased by his brothers Bernard McCormick Jr., Robert McCormick and his sister Marie Therese McCormick.  Dan survived by his wife of 47 years, Mary Ellen (O’Connor) McCormick; daughter, Ellen McCormick; son, Connor McCormick and wife Rachel; son, Sean McCormick and wife Alicia; daughter, Maura Waskevich and husband Tom.  Grandchildren; Ryan, Ella, Ramona, Seamus, and Eloise. As well as countless nephews, nieces, and grandnephews/nieces. 

The viewing will be held Wednesday, December 4th from 4-7 PM at Hugh B. Hughes Funeral home, 1044 Wyoming Avenue, Forty Fort, PA.  Mass services will be held on Thursday, December 5th at 9:30 AM at King’s College Chapel of Christ, 29 W. North Street, Wilkes-Barre, PA. Friends are asked to go directly to the church.  Interment will be held at St. Ignatius Cemetery, Pringle.

In lieu of flowers memorial donations may be made to the J. Wood Platt Caddie Scholarship Trust; to Villanova University - School of Business or King's College.

[ultraheydudemestuff]

St. Ignatius High School

1911 W. 30th St. at Carroll Ave.

Cleveland, OH

Saint Ignatius High School is a private Jesuit boys high school in the Ohio City neighborhood of Cleveland, Ohio. Founded in 1886 by a German Jesuit on the invitation of Bishop Richard Gilmour, the school was originally a six-year secondary school based on the German Gymnasium that was to be attended after the completion of six years of grammar school. Saint Ignatius High School remains at its original location at 1911 West 30th Street. The campus includes the original structure, now known as the Main Building, which was completed in 1891 and is now a designated Cleveland Historic Landmark. Separate four-year high school and college programs were formed in 1902, with the college changing its name to John Carroll University in 1923 and moving out of the Cleveland location to neighboring University Heights, Ohio, in 1935. From 1904 to 1917 St. Ignatius operated a summer retreat and science campus, in Vermilion, known as Loyola-on-the-Lake. On January 21, 1974, Saint Ignatius was added to the National Register of Historic Places.

Other buildings are Loyola Hall (originally St. Mary of the Assumption Elementary School), Clavius Science Center, Saint Mary of the Assumption Chapel (named after a church that once was located on the current campus), Gibbons Hall, Kesicki Hall (which now houses the Welsh Academy), The Carfagna Family Magis Athletic Center, Father Sullivan, S.J. Gymnasium, Murphy Field House, Kyle Field, and the O'Donnell Athletic Complex, which houses Wasmer Field and Dale Gabor Track. In addition, the $11.5 million Breen Center for the Performing Arts replaced the Xavier Center in August 2009. It houses all student performing arts programs and hosts many events for other local arts groups. A new $3.3 million cafeteria has replaced the former Student Center, stage, senior lounge, and cooking areas. It was renamed the Rade Dining Hall. Both the St. Mary of the Assumption Chapel and the Murphy Field House projects were funded and overseen by Murlan J. Murphy.

[brookstonalmanac]

Events 8.15 (before 1800)

636 – Arab–Byzantine wars: The Battle of Yarmouk between the Byzantine Empire and the Rashidun Caliphate begins. 717 – Arab–Byzantine wars: Maslama ibn Abd al-Malik begins the Second Arab Siege of Constantinople, which will last for nearly a year. 718 – Arab–Byzantine wars: Raising of the Second Arab Siege of Constantinople. 747 – Carloman, mayor of the palace of Austrasia, renounces his position as majordomo and retires to a monastery near Rome. His brother, Pepin the Short, becomes the sole ruler (de facto) of the Frankish Kingdom. 778 – The Battle of Roncevaux Pass takes place between the army of Charlemagne and a Basque army. 805 – Noble Erchana of Dahauua grants the Bavarian town of Dachau to the Diocese of Freising 927 – The Saracens conquer and destroy Taranto. 982 – Holy Roman Emperor Otto II is defeated by the Saracens in the Battle of Capo Colonna, in Calabria. 1018 – Byzantine general Eustathios Daphnomeles blinds and captures Ibatzes of Bulgaria by a ruse, thereby ending Bulgarian resistance against Emperor Basil II's conquest of Bulgaria. 1038 – King Stephen I, the first king of Hungary, dies; his nephew, Peter Orseolo, succeeds him. 1057 – King Macbeth is killed at the Battle of Lumphanan by the forces of Máel Coluim mac Donnchada. 1070 – The Pavian-born Benedictine Lanfranc is appointed as the new Archbishop of Canterbury in England. 1096 – Starting date of the First Crusade as set by Pope Urban II. 1185 – The cave city of Vardzia is consecrated by Queen Tamar of Georgia. 1224 – The Livonian Brothers of the Sword, a Catholic military order, occupy Tarbatu (today Tartu) as part of the Livonian Crusade. 1237 – Spanish Reconquista: The Battle of the Puig between the Moorish forces of Taifa of Valencia against the Kingdom of Aragon culminates in an Aragonese victory. 1248 – The foundation stone of Cologne Cathedral, built to house the relics of the Three Wise Men, is laid. (Construction is eventually completed in 1880.) 1261 – Michael VIII Palaiologos is crowned as the first Byzantine emperor in fifty-seven years. 1281 – Mongol invasion of Japan: The Mongolian fleet of Kublai Khan is destroyed by a "divine wind" for the second time in the Battle of Kōan. 1310 – The city of Rhodes surrenders to the forces of the Knights of St. John, completing their conquest of Rhodes. The knights establish their headquarters on the island and rename themselves the Knights of Rhodes. 1430 – Francesco Sforza, lord of Milan, conquers Lucca. 1461 – The Empire of Trebizond surrenders to the forces of Sultan Mehmed II. This is regarded by some historians as the real end of the Byzantine Empire. Emperor David is exiled and later murdered. 1483 – Pope Sixtus IV consecrates the Sistine Chapel. 1511 – Afonso de Albuquerque of Portugal conquers Malacca, the capital of the Malacca Sultanate. 1517 – Seven Portuguese armed vessels led by Fernão Pires de Andrade meet Chinese officials at the Pearl River estuary. 1519 – Panama City, Panama is founded. 1534 – Ignatius of Loyola and six classmates take initial vows, leading to the creation of the Society of Jesus in September 1540. 1537 – Asunción, Paraguay is founded. 1540 – Arequipa, Peru is founded. 1549 – Jesuit priest Francis Xavier comes ashore at Kagoshima (Traditional Japanese date: 22 July 1549). 1592 – Imjin War: At the Battle of Hansan Island, the Korean Navy, led by Yi Sun-sin, Yi Eok-gi, and Won Gyun, decisively defeats the Japanese Navy, led by Wakisaka Yasuharu. 1599 – Nine Years' War: Battle of Curlew Pass: Irish forces led by Hugh Roe O'Donnell successfully ambush English forces, led by Sir Conyers Clifford, sent to relieve Collooney Castle. 1695 – French forces end the bombardment of Brussels. 1760 – Seven Years' War: Battle of Liegnitz: Frederick the Great's victory over the Austrians under Ernst Gideon von Laudon.

[egcarlos]

Food, Faith and Family

As the end of June was approaching, the health of my grandfather started to deteriorate. So, I decided to set a trip to the Philippines to arrive on July 20, not knowing that he would pass away July 18th.

It’s not like it was totally unexpected, my grandfather is the type to not tell anyone what is wrong or what is bothering him. His pain tolerance is incredulously high, so for him to tell us that he wanted to go to the hospital around the second week of July, we knew something was up. It was a stressful 2 weeks for all my family, not only those who were actually present in the Philippines, but also for me as I was the one trying to coordinate and approve lab work and procedures for my grandfather. It was very difficult trying to communicate with doctors several thousand miles away in a different time zone. I regret having lost my patience with them at times and questioned their motives as the treatment they were offering my grandfather was sort of disjointed and scattered. At the end of the day though, that afternoon on July 18th that I got the news that he passed, I thought, It’s probably for the better.

He was almost 85 years old and lived a beautiful life filled with so many accomplishments, friendships and service to his community. His success and sacrifice in turn gave my mom the opportunity to find her own, starting the domino effect of leading me to where I am today. In the Philippines, it is custom to have a more extended wake filled with multiple services and prayers. For almost a whole week, I spent majority of my day in the chapel where my grandfather's body was being displayed socializing with my cousins (who slept in the chapel at night!), meeting relatives I haven’t seen in years and being able to spend quality time with some of my best friends from the Philippines who love and admire my grandfather as well. Despite it being a wake, followed by the funeral on the very last day, it really felt more like a party with laughter, lots of food and prayers. The only two things missing from making it a true Filipino party was the beer and the karaoke!

Faith, food and family are so intertwined in my culture. I guess you can say that about a lot of other cultures as well, but it is just so apparent every time I head back home. Churches, religious articles and catholic figures are everywhere. In Ususan, my hometown, today actually is the feast day of St. Ignatius (July 31st) and for the past week there has been a night market filled with street food to celebrate his feast day. It made me reflect and think about faith again, as I haven’t been the stand-up ‘good’ catholic the past several years. I’ll attend mass every now and then, but if I don’t have my family or my parents around, more likely than not, I probably won’t go. I don’t want to say that I’ve lost my faith, its just that I think my faith has changed or more so, the expression of my faith has changed. I am very thankful to grow up in the family that I have who grew up believing in God and going to church as my faith became a foundation for my life from the start. There were many times during undergraduate and medical school that I prayed so hard to be able to get through my classes and exams. Having faith gave me humility and gave me a reason to hope bringing me to where I am today. It's just that now, it just really feels like I’m actually able to live my faith out. I have the ability to serve God’s people; I am able to go to work everyday and give them the opportunity to be healthy and also serve God’s people as well. What touches me so much about the Chirstian faith is that we believe that God came down to earth and took up our own flesh and blood to live, suffer and sacrifice like us. It gives our humanity, our pain and our struggles meaning. There is significance in our everyday lives and struggles because God thought that it was significant enough for God to experience life as we know it. Each life is supposed to be significant, meaningful; each life matters. I think one of the gravest of sins is when we don’t acknowledge the humanity of a person. When countries (developing or developed) don’t acknowledge the significance, the importance and the holiness of one life, well, I think that this is when God gets the most mad and disappointed. Paul Farmer, infectious disease doctor and anthropologist and founder of Partners in Health said, “The idea that some lives matter less is the root of all that is wrong with the world.” When a 5 year old living in the Democratic Republic of Congo dies from malnutrition or malaria, or when an unhoused individual from Skid Row in Los Angeles dies from Hepatitis C or when billionaires make their money on the back of the poor- I think this is when God actually gets the most disappointed. I guess, at the end, one can say that my religious practices have changed, but I still think that my faith has always stayed the same. I am a product of my past and my past, being Filipino, is also filled with a lot of family, food and faith. One of the many beautiful memories that I have of my grandfather is that whenever we would talk in the phone, he would always make a point saying that

Lagi kitang pinagdadasal, or  I am always praying for you And yes, I believe that his prayers worked. And now, he is continuing to pray for me and my family up in heaven. We love you Lolo.

[riyalissst]

One of the reasons for going back to Davao City was to visit my patron saints. 😇

1-2. San Pedro Cathedral

3. St. Ignatius Chapel in my alma mater, AdDU

4. St. Anne

5-6. Sacred heart of Jesus

7-8. St. Jude

I call them my dearest friends. 🤍

[tunglo]

Reynolds Newspaper, Feb 2nd 1868. Report on an anti-ritualist lecture in London, featuring Brothers Stanislaus, Edmund and Osmund...

Mr. J. B. Hughes, who was habited in monk's attire, with crucifix and knotted rope ("for the purpose of illustration") said he was "Brother Stanislaus" in the Church of Rome, and retained that appellation when he was admitted to the monastery of Norwich. A new order, "the Order of St. William of Norwich," was founded when he entered, and he was made superior or provost. He was recommended to it, on desiring to leave the Church of Rome, by the Rev. Archer Gurney, of Paris, and went there believing it to be a Church of England institution, but he soon found that it was more Popish than the system he had left. 

Part of his duty was to confess the boys, and that he did strictly according to the Romish system, knowing no other. In the confessional he had been compelled to put questions which would horrify the meeting if he dared to repeat them, and he had no hesitation in saying that the records of the Reformation never laid bare greater enormides than those which were practised amongst the men in the Norwich Monastery - men they were not, but fiends in human shape. 

George Mills, a youth of seventeen, was called forward, and answered questions put to him by the chairman. He said he was formerly an inmate of the Benedictine Monastery at Norwich, and was known as "Brother Edmund," of "the Order of St. William." The members of the order were certainly not the most virtuous, pious, or elevated persons in the world. He underwent penance on various occasions. He had to lie prostrate three or four hours with his arms and legs extended, and to lick the dust off the floor in the form of a cross.

A gentleman in the room said: Are you prepared to state what that was for?

Mills said that would be going too far. How he got into the monastery was in this way: He attended the chapel services as other lads did, and Ignatius, having noticed him, asked him if he would blow the bellows. Afterwards Ignatius and the Rev. Gideon Ouseley got him up stairs, and persuaded him to enter the monastery, much against the wish of his mother (his father being dead). 

His mother, after the lapse of some time, managed to get him out. Ignatius was away at the time, and the brother who had charge of the monastery during his absence was in bed drunk. The inmates had great difficulty in communicating with their parents and others. They could only see them through a sort of cage, and in the presence of some official of the monastery.

The Chairman: Was there a course of proceeding there too disgraceful to tell a public assembly, and too horrible to contemplate?

Mills: Yes, there was.

John Meadows, a youth of about the same age, was then called, and said he was known in the monastery as "Brother Stanislaus," a name given to him before Mr. Hughes entered. He could endorse what Mills had stated. Father Ignatius behaved with extreme cruelty to him.

The Chairman: Were things done in the monastery which were disgraceful and unfit to talk about?

Meadows: Yes, and unfit to be thought about.

George Nobbs said he went to the monastery when he was thirteen years of age, and was called "Brother Osmund." He had held a situation at a wine merchants, but went so often to the monastery and to St. Lawrence Church that his master discharged him. Ignatius told him to follow him, and he would be like Peter and the other apostles. 

He agreed with Mills and Meadows that most demoralizing proceedings took place in the monastery. He was one shut up in a room in solitary confinement for five days, and once had all his hair out off because Ignatius thought he was proud of himself. Ignatius said it did not become "Williamites" to be vain.

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 Magnolia Tree in bloom. April 17, 2021. St Ignatius Chapel, Port Tobacco Maryland.

[thetraveler2023]

The Monumental Things! 

Italy is home to a copious amount of famous paintings, sculptures, and monuments. Some monuments in particular that I look forward to going to see and visit are the Sistine Chapel and the Caravaggio Calling of Saint Matthew and Inspiration of St. Matthew which is located at The Martyrdom of Saint Matthew in the Church of St.Louis of the French, Rome. Also the ​​Pozzo Glorification of Saint Ignatius on the Sant'Ignazio ceiling fresco located in the nave of Sant'Ignazio, Rome. All my life I’ve heard references to the famous Sistine Chapel so it would be nice to finally see it in the flesh for myself. The structure itself is fascinating and inside it is filled with a seemingly endless amount of artwork such as Michelangelo’s painting depicting God and Adam with the hands almost touching. Then you have the Caravaggio Calling of Saint Matthew with a very dramatic light shining down on Matthew depicting he’s being specially chosen by God. However, the one I’m especially excited to see is the ​​Pozzo Glorification of Saint Ignatius with its magnificently realistic and almost trance-like appearance created during the Baroque period. In this painting it shows Saint Ignagius being received into heaven along with many angels and people groups from all over the world, specifically the four major continents.