\nMonday November 2 \u2013 a saint who lived with us, \u00a0Art McGovern, sj<\/strong><\/p>\n
This time of year Art McGovern seems to come and find me. \u00a0Yesterday was, in the R Catholic calendar, the feast of all the saints. \u00a0At the opening of the Sunday 12:30 mass, I invited the congregation to think of some one person who had touched their life and pay attention to her\/him as we worshipped. \u00a0I hadn\u2019t chosen my own person yet but as we listened to the readings, I settled on Art, who died at 70 in 2000. \u00a0Art lived close to the ground \u2014 at home with play (\u201chealth food is the kind you like so much you feel good while eating it: \u00a0my 3 are pretzels, ice cream, and bacon.\u201d) and grief, at home with losses and wins, at home \u00a0leading difficult committees, at home with impeccably prepared classes laced with kind teasing and learning (\u201cFr. McGovern is like feathers; he makes you laugh while \u00a0you think hard.\u201d said a student one time). \u00a0If someone can be a world class scholar, a beloved teacher, a rabid Ohio State football fan and a kinsman day in and day out . . . . \u00a0 \u00a0No surprise he came to mind yesterday.<\/p>\n
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In honour of HONOUR is flashed off exploit, so we say; Yet\u00a0God (that hews mountain and continent, Gerard Manley Hopkins \u00a028 July 1844 \u2013 8 June, 1889<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Wednesday, November 1 Three saints in my life I\u2019m posting All Saints Day like a Jesuit Homie – \u00a0three Jesuits: one I lived with for years before he died, Art McGovern.\u00a0 The second lived a barely recognized life in the … Continue reading
\nSt. Alphonsus Rodriquez
\nLaybrother\u00a0of\u00a0the Society of Jesus<\/strong><\/p>\n
\nAnd those strokes\u00a0once\u00a0that gashed flesh or galled shield
\nShould tongue that time now, trumpet now that field,
\nAnd, on the fighter, forge his glorious day.
\nOn Christ they do and on the martyr may;
\nBut\u00a0be the war within, the\u00a0brand\u00a0we wield
\nUnseen, the heroic breast not outward-steeled,
\nEarth hears no hurtle then from\u00a0fiercest\u00a0fray.<\/p>\n
\nEarth, all,\u00a0out; who,\u00a0with trickling increment,
\nVeins violets\u00a0and\u00a0tall trees makes more and more)
\nCould crowd career with conquest\u00a0while there went
\nThose years and years\u00a0by\u00a0of world without event
\nThat in\u00a0Majorca\u00a0Alfonso watched the door.<\/p>\n![\"\"](\"https:\/\/sites.udmercy.edu\/poetry\/wp-content\/uploads\/sites\/170\/2014\/11\/GMHopkins.jpg\")
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