A place to share our writing and keep the spirit of the class alive outside of the usual meeting time.
Saturday, March 21, 2015
On a "Love My Job" kind of Month
Monday, March 16, 2015
You’re catching me on
a “love my job” kind of month.
No, it’s not always that way.
When the questions are not answered and I don’t have the
right words. And the lines in the
Eagle’s Nest are long and I think that the 20 minutes we have to wait for food
will somehow delay our “real” conversation.
But that’s just it. Te acompaño. Whether
there is bread or not. Whether you’ve
gotten your salad yet or not. Jesus is accompanying us in the breaking of the bread. We’re accompanying each other in the sitting
in the Eagle’s Nest. (It all happened
while [they] sat around talking)
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I’m loving my job this month because I am seeing the students
live the questions. No, but really live
the questions.
We’ve started a “F.A.S.T.” week this year – Faith, Action,
Solidarity, Today – and it has been such a joy to watch the students struggle
(yes, a joy to watch them struggle), with the questions, concerns,
realities. How do we live this
life? Of faith and justice? Of privilege and humility? Of downward mobility in an upward
reality? We must carefully discern what
is ours to do. And then do it.
An alum tonight on the “Fall in love, Stay in love” Panel
said something along the lines of, “When you beginning really leaning into these questions of what you
are going to do, you begin to realize you are already doing it.”
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I guess that’s it.
I’m doing it. I work at a college
campus (a very awesome/incredible/wonderful one at that), and I help students
think about their lives and their vocations. I create/coordinate/support a
program that exposes students more deeply to the realities of another
community, often one which suffers from poverty or marginalization, and help
facilitate that they fall in love.
Fall in love with what?
With compassion, with solidarity, with love and faith in action.
I walk around a beautiful university and learn from each
student that comes through the door; each work study student whom I ask for
assistance; each graduate student from the STM who shares another bit of faith.
It’s not perfect. It’s
not always this way. And that will have
to be a topic of reflection for another day.
But this month, yes, loving.
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How blessed am I to be among this community.
How blessed to love my job for a month.
How blessed to love my job for a month.
Friday, March 20, 2015
Gratitudes
Our theme for our second session is Gratitudes.
You can read Wendy Lee's Christmas reflection.
This is from Pete Mosher around Thanksgiving 2013 just before he died.
Here's one I wrote a few years back.
You can read Wendy Lee's Christmas reflection.
This is from Pete Mosher around Thanksgiving 2013 just before he died.
Here's one I wrote a few years back.
Thursday, March 19, 2015
Bridges Abound
Sharing the address of a blog that I contribute to from time to time. Visit to read poetry and accounts from family adventures. With peace..... Chris
Why I Choose
I take this course to rediscover what I've lost... to seek what I never realized I was seeking. In the cold, dead of winter, I call out to god & the echo - the void- calls back with a whisper. Yet, I hear nothing. And, it's been this way for so long now. How do I reignite the fire, fan the flames, & find my way Home again?
I seek my Truth once again.
I've lost my way through the disease, the betrayal,the broken heart, the recovery hasn't completed, yet. From the police shootings, protests, riots, children killed, cops shot, cops shoot, families break. We have all realized we are victims in this city, state, country, world. & it's my job... No,my duty... to hunker down in the newsroom,at my computer, gawking, seeking that prime video... video so deep the pain of this city and the broken families within feel like they're from a film, not a 20 minute drive to the Other parts of town. Watching all of the drama unfold... Who benefits from this shared drama & amusing pain? The advertisers? The anchors? The show? We seek no clear Soul-ution in the Newsroom... Only the Stories of this city we and our loves call Home.
Six months ago... 11:58, Monday, August 11, 6 months ago, we went on air for News 4 at Noon after a night of rioting, looting, and peaceful protesting.
Another day is here. Another day has begun.
Where does the time go?
I seek my Truth once again.
I've lost my way through the disease, the betrayal,the broken heart, the recovery hasn't completed, yet. From the police shootings, protests, riots, children killed, cops shot, cops shoot, families break. We have all realized we are victims in this city, state, country, world. & it's my job... No,my duty... to hunker down in the newsroom,at my computer, gawking, seeking that prime video... video so deep the pain of this city and the broken families within feel like they're from a film, not a 20 minute drive to the Other parts of town. Watching all of the drama unfold... Who benefits from this shared drama & amusing pain? The advertisers? The anchors? The show? We seek no clear Soul-ution in the Newsroom... Only the Stories of this city we and our loves call Home.
Six months ago... 11:58, Monday, August 11, 6 months ago, we went on air for News 4 at Noon after a night of rioting, looting, and peaceful protesting.
Working Sunday, August 10, I have never seen or been involved in covering anything so extreme in my life. It was a surreal sight. Friends, co-workers, up in the middle of everything. . . “Ground Zero.” Canfield Green Apartments. . . Protesting, reporting. Trying to stay safe. Emotions running high. Threats being thrown at news crews, officers, protesters, neighbors. Broken windows on live trucks and a burned down Quik Trip.
An endless work day. A never ending story and movement begun.
The anonymous drone of 12 police scanners chirping in my ear takes my attention back to this course... And what do I seek? I take this class to fall in love once again with the Compassion and Poetic Beauty in waking up with my lover, José, by my side, Bird songs chirping their morning melody, the cool breeze tempting me awake.Another day is here. Another day has begun.
Where does the time go?
Monday, March 16, 2015
What Draws Me to This Course by Brent Fernandez
I arrived last night at Bethlehem Farm, a place I call home even though I haven't lived here for almost 4 years. I call it home for many reasons: the connection to the land, the simplicity of life, the fact that I feel myself here, and I can be myself. It is also great to be in a place where you are surrounded by like-minded folks who want to transform the world, or part of it, and also their lives.
Andi and Lauren are two of these folks. Both went to Creighton University and both have a passion for life and justice and love! It energizes me to be around such people. It also helps that they are 10 yrs younger than me and have a lot more energy.
Some of us went to a dance and a "pie walk" last night. I struck up a conversation with Lauren. Since they went to Creighton, I mentioned Kate Linden to Lauren to see if she knew her. She flipped out when she found out that Kate was my first college friend and still a great friend to this day. Kate had mentored Lauren through college and helped her find her path. It's great to be surrounded by great people. It's great to be interconnected in this web of life with great people. I am the luckiest guy on earth... This is how I feel when I think about my friends.
Last night while we did the pie dishes, Andi asked if I knew Fr. John Kavanaugh at SLU. I mentioned that I took a class with him and how amazing of a man he was. Andi and Lauren had both read Following Christ In a Consumer Society and were very excited to talk about him.
We continued to play our game of "Connect the Jesuit dots," which lead to them asking if I knew Mark Chmiel and if I had ever read The Book of Mev.
"As a matter of fact, yes! And I'm re-reading it NOW... and participating in a writing class with Mark right now."
We spent the next 30 minutes discussing the book, how it influenced us, how we want love and life full, how we want to see the world, listen to the cry of the poor, but still smile and dance and sing.
This is what draws me to this course. The fact that I knew these women for 3 hours and we started talking about this book and there was a connection. I felt an immediate trust. I found some comrades. This book does this... It connects people, it connects souls, and so I look forward to reading it and writing and sharing.
This course gives me an excuse to read The Book of Mev_ again... Like I needed one.
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