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PRAJWALANA
A F I R E T H AT K I N D L E S . .
Wilson Saldanha, SJ
T
here has never been a period in the human history when the world was devoid of leaders. Capable and fiery
leaders have emerged from time to time and especially so, when it mattered the most. This is true in the case of
every leader who spearheaded any movement. Take for example Mahatma Gandhi, who stood out for India
against the Englishmen; Martin Luther King (Jr) who fought against racial injustice; Nelson Mandela, the great human
activist… All of these and many more were a beacon light for the remainder of people. Mother Teresa too was a leader in
her own way. What makes them leaders , is their commitment, their conviction to stand out for a cause, their courage and
moreover their ability to make their ideas, heard aloud. They also had the ability to identify a leader hidden in them and to
do, 'What others cannot do or have difficulty in doing.'
Such leaders are found occasionally in fact very rarely. Even in our contemporary world to be a leader requires a
deep sense of determination and dedication, unlike the political leaders. Jesuits have been such leaders ever since the
foundation of the Society five centuries ago. Even today, the world and the church looks unto us for many who can change
the world or in other words,“to set the world afire.”
Here I recall the unforgettable words of Pope Paul VI,
“Wherever in the Church, even in the most difficult and extreme fields, at the crossroads of ideologies, in the
social trenches, there has been and there is confrontation between the burning exigencies of man and the
perennial message of the Gospel, here there have been, and there are Jesuits.”
We must look at this great trust not only with pride but also as a challenge. If the Jesuits of the past could create
such an aura of trust around them with limited technological aid, how much more would not be expected of us, the Jesuits
of the 21st Century? Surely, the famous expression of G.C. 35 'A Fire that Kindles Other Fires' is easier said than done.
What we need is to discover the fire deep within us . That fire can never be discovered by basking in the vain glory of the
past or by merely contemplating on the future. That comes only through self discovery with the Lord in prayer and
through life spent with him along the broken people.
The word Prajwalana , if literally understood means , intense burning. Letting the fire deep within us to burn
could be the first step to kindle other fires. The Jesuits in formation have plenty of such fires which have the ability to set
ablaze the hearts of whomever they meet and communicate with. Can there be a mightier tool to ablaze the world than a
pen? The core aim of Writers' Forum, of which Prajwalana is an offshoot, is not only to let the world know, what we think
and feel but also to make the world realize the way to spread this fire.
Humankind has discovered fire many millennia ago. But when everyone truly discovers their own potential,
discover their own inner selves, their own unique creative potentials, it is then as Pierre Teilhard de Chardin said , “ The
mankind will have discovered fire again.” We hope this magazine, turns out to be one such fire.
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STORY SAPLING
EDITORIAL
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‘Man may die, nations may rise and fall, but an idea lives’
John F. Kennedy
O
ne such idea, captivated a small
group of spirited scholastics of
T
he great old adage “the pen is mightier than the
sword” best describes the personality of the
soldier saint, Ignatius of Loyola. Ignatius' works:
Spiritual Exercises, the Constitution of the Society of
Jesus, his letters to his companions and his personal
spiritual journal only reveal his vision of God, human
and the world.
Karnataka, two years ago and that led
to the humble beginning of Writers’ Forum. Its
core objective was to encourage the budding
writers of the province and to provide a platform
for all the creative impulses of the scholastics.
No doubt, so far it has helped the scholastics to
try their hand at writing, art, music and many
other disciplines, which will turn out to be a
great asset in the near future. We must humbly
accept that the idea that captivated a few then,
has now, transformed many and has motivated
us to be fires that kindle other fires.
The sapling that was planted then is growing
now into a mighty tree. We are glad to present to
you its first fruit, Prajwalana - A fire that
kindles. It contains the selected write ups from
St Ignatius
Writers’ Forum. Constant watering and
the writer
manuring by Fr Provincial and Fr PCF, has made
Pradeep Anthony, SJ
this sapling put forth its shoots. Fr Freddie D’
Silva’s expertise, suggestions and editing work,
were a boon to the growing sapling. We are indeed
Dear Reader,
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blessed to have a dedicated core team. We are grateful
ways. We admire him for his imagination to express the
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Writers’ Forum
As we gratefully glance at the past, we look with
not how long we spend time in prayer but how deep we
enthusiasm to the future. The best is yet to come. We
grow in our relationship with God is that which
believe, you’ll enjoy reading Prajwalana- An offshoot
ultimately matters for him. Ignatius always makes the
of Writers’ Forum, and wish that, you too fall in love
reader think even after they have walked. This is
with an idea, which will help people dream big and lead
possible mainly because that he has paid a great
the world towards a better tomorrow.
attention to details in the world around him.
Rayan Lobo, SJ
PA G E 1 6
P R A J W A L A N A
(Contd on page 04)
PA G E 0 1
P R A J W A L A N A
FR PROVINCIAL
S P E A K S
If reading makes a
ready man writing
makes a perfect
man. One cannot
really write unless
one keeps reading
and once one takes
to reading he finds
almost an inner urge
to write. These two
naturally go together
- reading and
writing. Also a writer
needs readers like
MESSAGE
plants need water
and manure. The plants also need the sun and the
air. So the writers need inspiration from above
and information from the world around. But most
of all writers need readers who will critically
appraise their works, comment upon them and
even acclaim them. There is a kind of symbiotic
relationship between writers and readers.
The initiative taken by our Scholastics to form a
Writers' Forum and bring out a small magazine
containing the best of their write-ups is indeed
laudable. The Forum has not only provided a
platform to freely express their views on
everything under the sun but also it has enabled
them to delve deep into their inner reservoirs of
talent, thought, insight, experience, emotions
and ideas; formulate them in prose and poetry;
and disseminate them to the four winds so that
others too benefit from their considered opinions
and creative expressions.
Writers are made, not born. Therefore, the
Writers' Forum is an important means of training
budding writers among our Scholastics. The
writing apostolate has been one of the privileged
ministries of the Society of Jesus from its very
inception. May a thousand flowers bloom in God's
garden and a thousand writers spring up from
among our Scholastics. Congratulations and
warm good wishes to each and every one of the
writers. All power to your pen!
fr francis serrao, sj
To ‘CHANG E’ is a gift of God
an d I thin k we n eed to ‘CHANG E’ everyda y.
(Fr Geoff SJ, PCF Hazaribagh)
PA G E 0 2
P R A J W A L A N A
THE
TWO C’s
MESSAGE
Mahatma Gandhi
once said “Be the
Change you want to
see in the world”. If
you want something
to be different you
need to do something
to make it different.
“There is nothing
permanent in life except
change” said philosopher
Heraclitus.
Many call
change as “the spice of life”.
Change is in the very nature of
being. That’s why every new day
is different from the previous day.
Change is a law of life- said J F
Kennedy. Those who look only to the past or
present are certain to miss the future. Change can
be good and change can be bad. Some of us spend
our lives doing the same thing and avoiding the
change. Others however think that change is always
a good thing. We cannot deny the benefits brought
by changes from the discovery of fire to the
application of electricity and all the way to the widely
used internet. To change is to risk something but not
to change is a bigger risk. In the recent past, several
people’s movements have brought changes in the
very lifestyle of governance of quite a few countries.
We must acknowledge that changes are always
inevitable in life and provide challenges to life.
a CR
Y
P O E M
Lumnesh Swaroop, SJ
F R E E D O M
IS NOT ‘FREE...!’ P O E M
Jaison D’souza, SJ
Freedom is not free
Locked up in chains
Dealing with hurts and pains
Thinking of doing some crazy things
I am a flower, pluck me not
I am a bird, hunt me not
I am a river, pollute me not
I am a forest, burn me not
Freedom is not Free
Screaming to be free
Wanting to be heard
Freedom is not Free
I am a tree, chop me not
I am the earth, mine me not
I am the ocean, poison me not
Freedom is not Free
Want what you got
Got what you want
Freedom is not Free
I am the rain, chase me not
I am the hill, level me not
I am the valley, fill me not
I am the atmosphere, destroy me not
I am the ozone, deplete me not
I am a tiger, hunt me not
I am a tusker, kill me not
Freedom is not Free
Saying what I want
Doing what I want
Freedom is not Free
Life is not free
Time is not free
Rights are not free
Freedom is not Free
I am a turtle, snare me not
I am a leopard, poach me not
I' m a solitary eagle, shoot me not
I am the blue billed duck, hunt me not
I am the African wild dog, butcher me not
I am Mother Nature, betray me not...
So be free of all that has hurt you in the past
Cause in these days and in these times
Nothing in life is going to last
Fear not my friend, take a bold step to be free.
WRITERS’ FORUM: CORE TEAM
No one can stop change but have a Choice on how
one will react to change. If the idea of having to
change ourselves makes us uncomfortable, we can
remain as we are. The choices are ours to make. As
Shakespeare uniquely observed, “the fault is not in
the stars but in us”. We create our circumstances by
our past choices. All of us have the ability and the
resources to make better choices in life. The choices
that we make should bring life, love, happiness, joy
and peace not only in our lives alone but in the lives of
several people with whom we live and work.
The website created by our scholastics called the
‘Writers’ Forum’ is unique in its nature. It had a small
beginning. The small seed that was sown two years
ago has grown into a mighty tree. It was their Choice
and I believe it has Changed their lives too. I wish
them well. ‘Prajwalana’ contains the chosen articles,
poems and anecdotes that were published in the
‘Writers’ Forum’ during the last academic year. Hope
you will enjoy reading them.
fr ivan mendonca sj, pcf
PA G E 1 5
P R A J W A L A N A
The day I cried (contd from p. 13)
Looking at the fear that was dawning upon the people on hearing the word 'police', he said very sarcastically as
if never to accept such questions again “Ramaiah be a man. Our gods are our responsibility. When it is a mob
attack police cannot track down the individuals. Moreover we have looked into that aspect. There will be no
trouble from them” he assured. As if to pull up the fallen spirit, he casually continued “the attack should take
place before they come to the church. Tomorrow being Sunday, I think they start pooja very late. So at 7
O’clock sharp one group will follow Chandrasekhar Shastri, and the other group will follow Ramaiah” he
concluded. “As a word of caution do not say a word to anyone, not even to the women folk for the safety
reason. Those who do not show their worth by turning up will be ignored by all of us”, he said threateningly.
“Let's disperse for now but keep in mind the things we have discussed”, he said. The crowd began to melt. In
no time I was out of that place. As I walked away few of them patted on my back as if to appreciate the service I
was rendering.
My daughter came running to the door hearing my footsteps. Her scrutinizing eyes told me all that she
expected when I returned home. Looking at my confused state she went about her work without asking any
questions. My family always supported me, by not asking too many questions. One person that I have difficulty
in meeting face to face is my son. He had voluntarily quit his school to be of some help to me in my unending
struggle. The knowledge, that I had burnt alive all his dreams, was really sickening. But today as he walked in,
my mind did not churn up, any of those feelings. It was already crumbling down at the newly given
responsibility. I ate my food in silence and went to bed with the same confusion.
I was leading a mixed group of youngsters and people of my age to the school campus, in the morning. We all
had a stick in our hands. “Show your manliness” I found myself repeating the words of MLA. I hit a pot that was
at the entrance, with all the strength I could muster. The shouting that followed sent me a clear message that I
had already inspired the youngsters with my exhibition of courage. I was fuming, certainly not at the pots and
things around but with myself, at the feeling of despair, at the knowledge that my life was a failure, at the inner
disposition of my life. To our surprise the school gate was open and I sensed the presence of someone I
dreaded the most. “Do not harm anyone but break all that is prone to breakage”, I warned the group. Shouting
with anger and resentment we pushed in. “Sir someone is here.” The office room of the head mistress was
open. As I walked in with caution and fear, the place frightened me.
“Madam, I will not be able to pay the full fees at once. Will you admit my son to the 3rd standard?” I remember
pleading with the head mistress, and her concern had put me to shame but I was a happy man then. After
seven years in the same office, it was her turn to plead for my son that he should continue his studies and she
would take care of it with a help of a scholarship. She had come to love him by then. She was very pleased at his
studious nature. It was not only my son's dreams but my dreams to see him successful in life collapsed as he
discontinued assisting me. She was the reminder of my failure in the game of life. I hit the table glass with all
my might, hoping to break the curse fate had placed on me. It was then I heard someone shout at the same
time trying to hold on to the breath. “Oh! Shastriji it's you” a sign of relief dawned on her face, as she breathed
out. “Who are these people? What is happening here? …her questions flowed finally leading to the one
inevitable one “By the way how is Raju” The whole world got muted out as her questions one after the other hit
my ears. It is impossible to face love with anger. I ran out of the office and she came after me.
I was sobbing with pain. “What happened? Is something wrong? We all are here with you”. I heard my wife cry
as I woke up from my sleep. “I'm alright nothing to worry, just a bad dream”. She did not seem convinced. I
decided not to join the party the next day, whatever would be the consequence. I saw a new dream shooting up
watered by the tears. I was crying at last. Peace dawned upon me as I went back to sleep. I knew deep within
my heart that I was no more the same person.
Look at the sky. We are not alone. The whole universe is friendly to us
and conspires only to give the best to those who dream and work.
( Dr A . P. J. A b d u l Ka l a m )
PA G E 1 4
P R A J W A L A N A
Role of Religious in Shaping India’s Future.
R y a n
R o d r i g u e s , S J
L
et me first attempt to clarify the word Religious.
In the Catholic jargon the term would refer to
those people who live a vowed life. This if
applied to my writing would limit its scope to just a
tiny fraction of people in comparison with the 110
billion population of India. That would end up saying
a few are called to be saviours of the world. In order
to broaden our perspective, let me right at the
beginning acknowledge that a religious, in my
opinion corroborates with the one who has a Sense of
the Sacred. Now, what is his/her role in shaping our
country, India's future?
India is a country blessed with numerous gifts but at
the same time it faces some serious problems that
are hitting it at the grass root levels. Let’s critically
look at India. That which I record hereafter are facts
from a book that is meant to be read not by people
whose consciences are dead, but by those whose
conscience is asleep and need an awakening. We
have to love our country no doubt but not at the cost
of hating the other. We see a lot of this happening in
our nation. In my opinion hatred is the biggest vice.
India has a large number of youth who need roots to
grow and wings to fly. They do not form 100% of our
country's population but certainly 100% of our
nation's future. They are the power house of the
nation and they have a lot of stored up energy that
needs to be channelized in the right way. They have
great potential to do well and also to do harm. What
are we doing on this issue? All I see is these tender
minds are being brainwashed and out of frustration
they succumb to evil. Terrorists from the Indian
Mujahiddin substantiate one such example. Whistle
blowers in our country get a quiet burial. Take the
Lokpal bill as a concrete evidence. Are there any
safeguards laid down for wistle blowers?
What about the burning issue of corruption in our
nation? Power is vested in the hands of a few who
have forgotten their principles. Time and again we
see this in our society. It is the powerful few who
oppress the powerless many. God is one big reality
that may be approached in many ways. I have no
objection to this, but remember even though
institutionalized religion is greater than individuals,
it is still smaller than a nation. Alcoholism is on the
rise among our teenagers according to a recent
survey. We face an ecological crisis too. Snow caps
are melting and low lying areas are getting washed
away and at the same time, river waters are
becoming unfit for drinking. 1/3rd of our country's
population is below the poverty line and they neither
have food nor water nor clothing nor shelter, forget
about electricity. They do not have even basic health
care facilities. Any action to be taken is very slow,
take the criminal cases as an instance; scores of
people have died awaiting justice. This is a critical
glimpse of our nation, our county and our
motherland India.
We have many problems that surface time and again
because there is no long term planning rather just a
short term solution. India is not the only country that
has problems in the world but certainly among the
first few who do not throw up concrete solutions. A
problem not addressed in a timely manner will
compound. What is the role of religious in this
situation? Are they to be problem solvers? Certainly
not, rather they need to spread awareness by
conscientizing others. A religious must dare to
dream, dare to be different, fight the good fight so
that s/he can march towards the goal. What must we
do? Educate the young and tender ones, not only in
classrooms but also in real life, by giving a life's
witness. Grooming children in honesty, is the
beginning of education. Therefore teach others to be
honest, for there is no legacy as rich as honesty, be
transparent and accountable, do not stop just at that
rather motivate others too. Learn to share and thus
inspire others. Spread ecological awareness and
save nature. In other words reach out through right
relationships in harmony to everything and
everyone. Find today's answers to our problems, by
reading the signs of the times. Have a heart that
serves humanity and lips that talk of divinity. This is
the role of a religious. We must give our today's for
someone else's tomorrows. That is what will truly
shape India's future. These lines written by an
anonymous author has inspired me and I wish to
leave you all with just that:
I sought my soul but my soul I could not see.
I sought my God but my God eluded me.
I sought my neighbour and I found all three
Two crucial skills for our meaningful life - Spiritual Freedom and
Discernment. ( F r E d w a r d M ., S J , P O S A )
PA G E 0 3
P R A J W A L A N A
EXPERIENCE
N O V I T I AT E L I F E
MY EXPERIENCE OF
Vishal Melroy Pinto, SJ
N
ovitiate is indeed a beautiful stage which
chisels us and makes us better sculptures
in the vineyard of the Lord. As I write the
unforgettable experience of my Jesuit formation, I
really feel a sense of gratitude for the Lord's
handiwork in my life. I was one of those who did my
Novitiate in Guntur, Andhra Pradesh. As a part of my
Mission Experiment, I was back in the province. I
was placed in a slum called Madara Voni in Bijapur. I
was engaged in rag picking work.
myself in picking up
the scrap items along
two
other
who
observing
was
me
C A UTTA L! EO N A R Y
Ashwin Rebello, SJ
It was the month of May,
I was walking along a bay.
Interestingly I encountered a tree,
It had volumes to tell me.
I made a move towards it,
An experienced, aged tree was it.
The tree looked sad and pale,
For it had a cautionary tale.
Crammed with fear and dread,
It expounded what lay ahead.
Beginning with hay day youth,
It said what's been the truth.
I sensed the dead air,
While the world loitered unaware.
O mortality, rise up from your slumber,
Protect your mother earth; else you'd lose her
splendour.
women of my slum, a
man
P O E M
I enjoyed over the years,
Now I evoke the memories in tears.
O mortals, you caused the destruction,
You began the domination, hurry up in reaction!
One day as I busied
with
A
came
Ignatius: the writer ( Contd. from p. 01)
running to me and like a
cop began enquiring of my whereabouts. As I
explained to him of why was I there, he was startled
and his expressions changed and he told me to go
A quote from Leo Tolstoy “Art is not a handicraft. It is the
and do something better and not to waste my time
living with those 'dirty dogs'. I got angry hearing his
Inigo's literary works. In his works Ignatius passes on to his
rude comment. The way of treatment to the poor
disciples what he himself experienced. In the spiritual
and specially the dehumanizing behaviour towards
exercises he leads us to contemplation of our sinfulness,
my slum people shocked me. This experience
God's greatness and love, and greater perfection in our
trying tread on a rough path and they have nothing
left other than being treated as sub- humans.
This unforgettable experience made it clear to me
the meaning and implications of my whole hearted
soul in order to discern God's will for us. He strongly
recommends visualization and emotional identification
with Jesus' joy and suffering so that we can truly
understand God's love.
commitment to the cause of the uplift of the poor
and
I
walk
this
Jesuit
journey
with
commitment.
that
Ignatius' preference to pen, that has influenced the
spiritual lives of millions, over the sword, that would have
only distorted the image of God in the world enthuses us to
“If you wan t a model, thin k of Jesus.”
(Fr Joseph Pulickal, SJ)
PA G E 0 4
P R A J W A L A N A
Day
I
hope for a better future.
S
T
O
R
Y
Cried...
Jerrin Chandan,SJ
I somehow sensed the air of tension as I
approached the temple. My intuition told me, I'm
running into a serious trouble. The MLA looked at me
with smile of satisfaction and said 'welcome dear
Shastri. 'All my life, I had never felt so difficult to
acknowledge my welcome with a smile. The
murmuring of the youth mingled with the fearful
tension of the elders was sickening. Many were
talking over the cell phones and I vaguely heard the
words like 'minister has agreed', 'no problem they will
take care', 'inform the police', which distinctly
informed me of the gravity of the work at hand.
“To
day we
h a v e
gathered here to
condemn all the poor
Hindus who have abandoned
their rich culture and religion, for the
love of money and security. They are the people
who do not mind selling off their parents if need be.” He
might have noticed the effect the words 'poor Hindus'
caused on my face, he pointed his finger towards me,
which made me feel nervous and shaken, and said “Look
at Chandrasekhar Shastri and few others in this group who
in spite of their poverty have not yielded to any
temptations rather rigorously followed the religion.” At this
juncture every eye in the gathering stared at my religious
poverty with admiration, which only made me feel all the
more vulnerable.
The MLA took a booklet from him and said with a loud
and convincing fury “Dear brothers, life has never
been simple and easy for the peace lovers. At each
point of history we are threatened, killed, and forced
to abandon our religion. You remember the fight that
Gandhi, Savarkar and other great Hindu people put
up, in order to safeguard our country and religion?”
He paused and looked around, some enthusiastic
youth were nodding strongly. “Today the threat to our
religion and culture is all the more serious” he
continued “and it is our duty to stand up against all
these odds as true sons of India and true Hindus.” At
this point he held up a white booklet in his hand
and said all the more threateningly “this
booklet is the proof! It says our gods are
devils and we are devil worshippers.
Are we?” He paused again, waiting
for the words to take its effect.
Seeing the effect his words
had on the people gathered
he went on to make the
purpose of the gathering
clear.
I do not know what took place the next few
minutes. I was brought back to the reality by the same
man who sent me to oblivion. He was saying “we need
to teach a lesson to these Christian
bastards.Tomorrow we attack their church and school
in our locality, so that they will know what it feels,
when their gods are shattered.” Situation looked all
the more grim, with what he was aiming at.
“Chandrasekhar Shastri, will lead one group to the
school, he pointed to a group of people who had
volunteered to help us defend our faith; others follow
me to the church and let's destroy all that we can. Let
them know we are men of true faith.” There was a
strong murmur in the crowd, some of the youth were
over enthusiastic, and that covered up the reluctance
of the rest. He looked around for more convincing
response from the group. “Is there anything you want
to ask” he said. Silence that followed did not seem to
send a positive sign to him. Out of thin air a hand
reluctantly shot up “what if the police track us down
and put us behind the bars, what happens to our
families?” it was Ramaiah, he seemed to have given
voice to all our confusion.
transmission of a feeling which the artist has
experienced,” sums up the inner transforming strength of
taught me that the life of the poor is ever a hard and
“Chandrasekhar
The
Shastri...” I heard someone
call my name with respect,
accompanied by a gentle
knock on the door. My heart
took a high jump from the state
of depression to the seat of dignity,
as I got up to answer the call. “Sir, the
local MLAs and the village men have
gathered at the temple and they wish to
see you immediately”he said.I was taken
aback by the urgency in his tone and the
peculiarity of his message. “Tell mother I'll be back
in a moment, I've got an important work with the
local MLA” I informed my daughter and set out
towards the temple.I was deeply troubled, at the
knowledge of meeting so many people.No wonder, I
was a local authority over spiritual matters.But I
could not come to think that people who had gathered
were about to consult me on spiritual matters.
S
H
O
R
T
(Contd. on page 14)
PA G E 1 3
P R A J W A L A N A
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Can you share your vocation story with us?
The beginning of my vocation story is quite
simple. It all started at Mass one day when I felt
the desire to be holy. What began as a very
personal relationship with the Lord developed
later on in the desire to serve others. The first
time I met a Jesuit, I had the feeling that the
Society of Jesus was the place for me, probably
because the Jesuits studied much and I was a
happy student.
Can you share with us the most memorable
experience of your life?
During the Spiritual Exercises in Tertianship I felt
a strong call to be compassionate, and that
experience has guided me in my ministry in the
Society.
What does Society of Jesus mean to you...?
The first and most important point is that the
Society is of Jesus. The Society belongs to him.
As Jesuits we bear his name, we identify with
him, and we live with other companions, trying to
follow in his footsteps, in order to help others.
The Society was founded to help our neighbour, a
very modest and humble expression.
What are some of the things we the Jesuits
in formation need to keep in mind?
Be passionate for Jesus.
Be passionate for our mission of service.
Be especially good at something, as Fr. Nicolás
says, so that the world will need you.
Your vision as a Jesuit?
To be rooted in our own culture and available for
universal mission. The grace of our vocation is to
be deeply rooted in our own cultures and, at the
same time, ready and willing to be sent on
mission, anywhere in the world where there is
hope of helping others for the greater glory of
God.
Can you give our readers a short message?
Can you share with us a meaningful
Christmas celebration you ever had?
Singing Christmas carols at the State prison with
people who were poor and lonely on that day.
The Christmas celebration with the people of a
poor neighborhood in Puerto Rico where I lived
for 23 years before coming to Rome.
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institutions
GC 35 used three images to describe the life and
mission of Jesuits: “fire, frontiers, bridges.” As
Jesuits we are to be on fire with the love of God,
so that we can share that experience, especially
with those who are poor, marginalized and
unloved. We are to be ready to be sent to the
frontiers: those difficult and challenging places
and situations where others do not wish or cannot
go. And finally we are to build bridges of dialogue
and understanding among ourselves, in our
communities, and with people of other cultures
and religions. This is what we mean by our
mission of reconciliation with God, with others,
with creation.
in
few
Jesuit
India
which
offer Media education as part
of the curriculum. With the
availability of these media
ventures we have greater
responsibilities
in
twinning
with other apostolates and
making them more effective.
Our media institutions need to
be
educational
media
research centres, where we
could work to improve rural
education levels by producing
educational programmes. We
could use TV and radio as
means of adult formation and
education. Youth can be better
evangelized
William
Are we ready today to face the
world which is shrinking in time
and space due to the unimaginable developments in
technologies and communication facilities? I believe
that most of us Jesuits have a lot to learn from the
'secular humanistic' world, which is mastering the
modern technologies. But we have a greater mission
today to help people, unlearn the negative forces
that have been proliferating.
Currently I cannot visualize how any of our Jesuit
missions can function without the apposite use of
“The Society’s identity comes from being companions and friends of Jesus.” (Fr Cedric Prakash, SJ)
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ORLANDO TORRES, SJ
(General Delegate for Formation.)
The Jesuit who inspired you the most?
It is hard to choose, but today I will select Matteo
Ricci because of his wisdom in entering into
another cultural context (Chinese culture) by
making friends with the Chinese and having the
patience to learn their language.
n 14th of November,
2010 the world
c e l e b r a t e d ' Wo r l d
Communication Day'. This day
reminded me of how seriously
the Church has taken social
communication as an important
dimension of its mission. The
second Vatican Council through
its Decree on the Means of Social
Communications, 'Inter Mirifica'
emphasizes, “It is one of the
Church's duties to announce the
Good News of salvation with the
help of the media of social
communication and to instruct
people in their proper use” (IM
3). It also calls for the effective
use of media in all forms of its
apostolic endeavours (IM 13).
because
they
have more access to these
Marcel, SJ
facilities. The laity can be
organized
in
parishes
and
groups of parishes throughout the country and the
world could take on the massive undertaking of
catechizing the faithful via the social communications
media like parish blogs, websites, a speakers'
bureau, a media watchdog group, and other media
productions. Those entertainment products should
be promoted that are culturally and artistically
worthwhile.
modern media technologies. We have several
Only through the effective use of media at all levels
writers,
social
we can fight dishonest attacks against the Christ's
reformers, pastors, spiritual directors, musicians,
teachings. We must provide sound doctrine, and all
scientists, artists, thinkers and leaders who are our
must co-operate with each other. We need to make
enormous wealth. Everyone agrees that they can be
our missions better equipped through the apt use of
now more effective in their mission than ever before
print, film, radio, television and now the Internet. The
through the proper use of modern media. But we
first medium is print. It is not necessarily the most
have yet to catch up with the fast growing and
influential, but it is the most lasting, and so it has the
leading modern-secular world. Many of us find it hard
most lasting influence-as the second medium etc.
retreat
directors,
educationists,
to utilize such facilities which are available to us at
reasonable rates. There is a growing media phobia
Are we ready to come out of our media phobia and
among several Jesuits. Our younger generations,
make
which are more exposed to such facilities, are yet to
possibilities, as a matter that matters us so much in
learn to utilize them in the best way possible.
our Jesuit apostolates?
the
God
given
gift
and
human
made
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ARTICLE
“Freedom is first of all a responsibility before the God from whom we come”
This quote from 'Alan Keyas' an American conservative political activist and author is in sync
with the Ignatian understanding of freedom. Interior freedom is a recurring theme in the
Ignatian Exercises. Ignatius learnt the value of freedom through many instances in his life.
When he lay in his sick bed in Loyola, he sensed two contrary spirits were actively at
work in him: the Spirit of God and the spirit of the world. He realized that God was
communicating not in mountaintop experiences, but in his affective responses to the
ordinary events of his life. Ignatius' response- articulated through a long process of
discernment, changed the course of his life.
FREEDOM
in the Ignatian
way of living.
Roshan Castelino, SJ
What Ignatius calls 'indifference' in the 'Principle and Foundation' we call
interior freedom: a free heart, not attached to privileges or to material goods,
desiring and choosing only what is more conducive to the end for which we
are created. His rules for the discernment of spirits presuppose an interior
freedom on the part of the person.
The various contemplations in the Exercises do not call only for interior
freedom and for keeping oneself free from the attachments which hinder
the life of Christ. They go further, inviting the exercitant to choose and
desire to live Christ's fortunes - the ill fortunes of Christ. Freedom of
heart is freedom 'for' something: for imitating Jesus. We see this more
forcefully in the contemplation on the Eternal King, where the exercitant
is invited to be captivated by the person of Jesus and to be involved
affectively in following him. Likewise the contemplations, having the
goal of “freeing us from the inordinate attachments” underscore the
importance of inner freedom.
The history of the Society of Jesus is replete with people who practised
this virtue to an outstanding degree. Jesuits, from the beginning, have
sought to embody St. Paul's attitude of becoming “all things to all people,”
of adapting to the needs of a given situation for the sake of the Gospel. Fr.
Pedro Arrupe showed us what it means to be free radically. He was one of
those persons who could bear the storms of conflict in the post-Vatican II
Church and the Society of Jesus. As Vincent O'Keefe, one of his assistants,
recounts, Arrupe was profoundly humble, creative, open, and committed.
While Arrupe believed in collegiality, he was willing to quietly take to task Jesuits
who went astray in thinking with the Church. One of the most striking testaments
to Arrupe's flexibility was in his patient suffering through a severe stroke and
relinquishing control over the Society and indeed his life. As he let go off the reins, he
shared the following moving prayer with his brothers: “More than ever I find myself in
the hands of God. This is what I have wanted all my life from my youth. But now there is a
difference; the initiative is entirely with God. It is indeed a profound spiritual experience to
know and feel myself so totally in God's hands.”
Arrupe and the lives of many other Jesuits show the value of interior freedom. Could we not agree
with Albert Camus who said “Freedom is nothing but the chance to be better?”
C a r t o o n b y T h o m a s A l e x a n d e r, S J
O u r S p e c i a l T h a n k s To . .
EDITING & CORRECTIONS
Fr Freddie D'silva, SJ
Fr Joe Pulickal, SJ (Ker)
PROOF READING
Ashwin Rebello, SJ
Mark Pereira, SJ
Wilson Saldanha, SJ
LAYOUT & DESIGNING
SHALINI (Contd. from p. 10)
Short Story
The man went on adding rules after rules. And finally he told,
“Well, this is the most important of all. Never fall in love with
anyone; and never promise. Act as if you are in deep orgasm
and make the customer to feel that he is the only real man”.
Shalini, as a sincere and newly joined staff nodded her head
as he was explaining the rules.
“So Shalini... ummm.... nice name... and nice body too...
Good luck. Pleasure yourself and the customers.”
The man left the place after showing the way to room eight.
Shalini looked around and saw how men were flocking into the
brothels. She thought that she was in the right place to earn
enough money to save her family. For a moment she thought
why shouldn't all girls join this profession and earn money
within minutes instead of studying and spending 8-9 hours of
hard and frustrating work? She thought that this was
pleasurable and many would enjoy it. Perhaps she was neither
right nor wrong. After a couple of minutes, finishing all her
admission procedures, Shalini joined the office as a whore!
Shalini entered the room. The room was badly painted, a dim
bulb glowing, scruffily arranged cot and a few hangers to
hang the clothes. From now on, this room would be Shalini's
chamber. Soon she went to the wash room, had a quick
shower and was now ready to give a head start to her new
profession. With so much spirit to earn money, Shalini
wanted to give the best of her to her first customer and
simultaneously impress the owner.
It was quarter to ten. Shalini was sitting on the cot, her back
facing the door. She didn't want to show her beautiful face to
her first customer just like that; since she believed in climax
and suspense.
A few minutes later, Shalini heard a knock on the door. Her
heart began to beat faster and her hands became colder. She
became very nervous, yet excited to meet her first man. With
the only desire of earning money to save her family, Shalini
with a pleasant voice said, “Come in”.
A thin tall man with his beard untrimmed, shabbily dressed
clothes entered the room. His face expressed sorrow and
unhappiness in life. He thought he would find some pleasure
and enjoyment in this place. He closed the door behind him
and walked towards the cot loosening his shirt buttons. As
the man approached the cot, Shalini's heart began to beat
even more faster. She became very nervous and was
confused about her decision of becoming a prostitute was
right or wrong; and moreover she knew absolutely nothing
about the man, who in a few minutes would sleep with her.
The man placed his rough hands on her shoulders and went a
little closer. Shalini, with fearful curiosity turned her head to
see her first customer. The figure haunted her. She could not
believe what she was seeing. She felt as if her whole world
was shattered into pieces. Tears began to cloud her eyes. She
felt ashamed for the decision she had taken to save her
family. The man who came as her first customer was Shalini's
husband himself.
ARTICLE
I
was going for a brisk long evening walk in the
woods of Wimbledon. Something surprising was
awaiting me just outside my door before I could
go. As I stepped out of the house I saw an old but
rather cheerful looking lady under the dark shadow of
our rose tree. I was about to pass her by as we usually
do in London, but she called me and enquired whether
I was living in the house I came out of. And to my
surprise she was our next door neighbour. She was
cheerful while talking to me but she was in fact sad
for she had lost her husband a couple of weeks ago. My
heart melted for this person who reminded me of my
granny. Apparently she feels very lonely therefore she
goes to the cemetery to the grave of her love.
Loneliness can be a boon
or a bane. Most of us do
feel lonely at some
point of our life. But
fortunately we get
over it soon because
of our perseverance
and circumstances
around us. But a few
unfortunately fail to
get over it. That is
Jerry Melwin Dias, SJ
when loneliness turns
out to be a bane. It
corrodes subtly our whole
being. Most teenagers feel
this especially those who are under peer pressure.
Teenagers tend to think if they don't have a boy friend
or a girlfriend, there is something wrong with them. As
a result they go seeking after this unreasonable way of
life and end up in the trap of drugs, alcoholism, skin
trade and so on. Ultimately it will ruin the life of a
beautiful creation of God in the hands of evil doers. Nip
in the bud is the idiom appeals me to some extent,
where if you nip it for the benefit of the bud, then it’s
fine, but nipping in the bud for someone's benefit is
absolutely wrong and will lead to a disastrous ending. I
think if you don't have a boyfriend or a girlfriend
nothing to worry, it is because you are not yet ready
not that something is wrong with you as the popular
trend would advertise.
Peer pressure is the main reason for most our
problems. Peer pressure is not only among the
teenagers; it can be with anyone. If my friend has an iphone, than I also must have one, this is a typical
consumeristic attitude. I am not saying it is wrong to
have an i-phone but is it really needed for me or do I
have enough income to possess one of those phones?.
We need to watch out for this evil of peer pressure,
most often this will tempt us in a subtle, fascinating
way. If we are not careful, it is assured that we
succumb to it soon. This ultimately will lead us into an
emptiness of self and this I would call loneliness.
Patrick Carvalho, SJ
Vivian Richard, SJ
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It is our duty as men and women to proceed as though the limits of our abilities do not exist. (Teilhard de Chardin, SJ)
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T
shalini
he clock struck nine. Everybody
was busy buzzing in the streets
of Budhwarpet. Girls young and
old, lovely and ugly, married and
unmarried were pricing themselves
starting from Rs 100. Men of all kinds, of all
religion, of all office found their partners for
the night. Life was nothing but a busy
entertainment show for them. The only
thing that was found there was money
in-exchange for pleasure and pleasure
in-exchange for money.
Vivian Richard,
Many may think that prostitution is one of
the lowest of low jobs a woman can ever
think of. Well... that is what the society
thinks. But who knows the real story behind a
prostitute...? The situation was very similar
in her case too.
Being a married woman, moreover a
mother of six children, how can she
think of becoming a whore? How can
she sell her body just like that... for a
matter of a few hundred rupees? Is it not
being unfaithful to the one who married
her? All these questions haunted Shalini's
mind. She knew not how this thought of
becoming a prostitute entered her mind.
She neither had experience nor had a special
love for sex and orgasm. But... the only thing
she knew and wished for was to save her
family, her children and herself. She
thought that her marriage life was the
most unluckiest thing that existed in the
world. Right from her marriage Shalini
was a slave to her husband. Both being
illiterates, had the least knowledge about
family planning and stuff like that. Years rolled
on...children increased...and poverty reached its heights.
What can a man do when his life seem hopeless and perhaps
ever jobless? Her husband became a drug addict. He sold all
the little wealth they possessed; the jewellery, their house...
and everything just to keep himself in the pseudo heaven
where drugs opened the gates. To get his daily alcohol,
perhaps he would sell anything. But now nothing was left in
the house to sell, except his children and his wife. Will he
dare to sell them too?
Yes, Shalini dared to do it. She decided to sell herself to feed
her family, and moreover she was convinced that there was
a purpose behind her decision.
“What is there after all to seduce a man, open my legs for a
few minutes and act as if I'm in deep orgasm? All I need at
this moment is money. But where can I find it? I do all this
because I love my family and I want to do all that I can to
help them”, she told herself.
As Shalini walked down the dark, filthy streets of
Budhwarpet, she realized that she was nearing a brothel –
the place where, in a few minutes she would be called a
prostitute – the place where she would begin a
new life.
For a moment she stood there allowing her
thoughts to wonder.
SJ “Must I enter the place? Can I accept myself as a
prostitute? Well...who knows that I'm into this
business; except the man who will be busy opening
my legs, and of course the man who owns the
brothel...? But...what if someone whom I know
comes as one of the customers? How will I face them?
Will I open my legs even to them? Will I....? But
how....?” Thoughts haunted her. She didn't dare to
fight back all her inner feelings. And moreover she
was very much convinced of her decision. She
put an end to all those scruples by saying a big
'YES' to this kind of a life.
“Well Shalini....that's business...and that's
what life is all about and I have no better
choice to make money”, she told herself.
As she was immersed in her world of
discernment, she felt a gentle touch on the
uncovered part of her waist. The man
spoke, “Are you interested?” He was the
owner of the brothel where she was
standing. The man looked quite decent,
clean shaven, wore untight clothes, and his
hair neatly combed. His voice did not demand
her, rather gave her the support to take the
first step to move ahead in her new
profession.
“Well....actually....umm....I'm....I'm
new to this place...I know nothing
about all this stuff. I'm neither qualified
nor experienced. But...but...I have all
the things a man would expect from a
woman; ....and especially in a place like this.
And I'm sure I'll learn the tricks of the trade and satisfy my
customers.”
The man replied, “Good, I feel my business is in safe hands
when women like you come and join my office. Well....
what's your name?”
“Shalini”, she replied.
“Well Shalini, there are certain rules you need to follow as a
staff here?”
Shalini with her hands tightly crossed, looked very attentive.
The man continued, “Rule one: You are expected to give
30% of the money you get from each customer. That
includes my commission and the rent for the room. So more
customer; more money!
Rule two: Punctuality should be followed. You are not
supposed to entertain the customer for more than an hour.
Have a quick shower before each new customer enters.
Rule three: Health is your care. Use....
Rule four: Your dress code....
Rule five: ...... Rule six........... seven............”
“Un less we a re con s tan tly in touch with God, we will tru ely lose our
bea rin gs a s Jesuits.” (Fr Cedric Prakash, SJ)
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Alwyn Ronald D’souza, SJ
T
he modern human wants
to remain on the surface. Why does
s/he wish to remain there? The answer to this question
could be on the one hand his/her attachment to the superficial wisdom and on
the other hand his/her fear to get into the depth.
The superficial wisdom that keeps human on the surface is nothing but the reassuring nature of surface level
life. Human is like an ant in the forest which thinks that the whole forest is made for it when the forest has not
even a slightest thought for it. Modern human simplifies the world around him thinking that s/he is at the
centre of earth. This simplification of the reality around him keeps him on the surface. More s/he begins to
fear the reality more s/he simplifies it and thus s/he creates a simplified world within the real world existing
around him. As the attachment to this world of his/her creation grows stronger in him s/he begins to forget
the reality around him. Man forgets that the real world is hiding from him and becomes blind to the reality
around him. S/he feels comfortable to play and dance on the surface, upon the abyss which may crack at any
time and when it cracks it will be the greatest tragedy ever.
The things of the depth are indeed formidable. Are they really formidable as we believe they are? Only the
one who has gone into the depth knows what is in the depth. One needs the courage to get into the reality to
know what life is and what death is. The fear of the depth and the attachment to the surface that human holds
on to is the cause for the lack of courage to get into the depth. There is a fear of death in the depth. Only very
few have tried to descend to know the depth and to find out what is in store for them and only few from these
have been courageous enough to accept it and live according to it. To play and dance in the depth is not as
playing on the surface because the wisdom of the depth is not the wisdom of surface. In fact there is life in it.
It needs an extra effort and a tremendous amount of exercise to choose and cling on to the values of depth. If
not it remains a mystery unrevealed for a large group of people.
The greatest mystery that is uncovered to the knowledge of the human beings is that of the origin of the
universe and that of life after death. The person who believes that there is nothing beyond death will cling on
to the values of the world and will lose his/her energies in getting the best out of the materialistic world. He
can be called the human of the surface. Whereas the human of depth is the one who believes that there is
something beautiful to live for now and forever and who channelizes his/her energies for the good causes.
The ancient sages of Indian tradition and that of other traditions have equally emphasized on the
renunciation of our passions for the materialistic world for their salvation and the salvation of the world.
Adherence to the values like truth, true love, peace, non-violence, and the like is the greatest wisdom.
Today, the post modern human has arrived at a point where he/she is no more human. The gift of reason that
s/he received has turned into a disaster for the future generations of his/her race. The action of human which
is the fruit of his/her intellect has led to the technologies of menace. His/her feeling of kinship is no more the
same. Post modern human like the modern human has continued to act irresponsibly. If we do not begin to
live responsibly now, we will never be because the future generation learns from us and does the same. There
is a greater need for the awareness within us and in a wider sense in the world that we live in. It is wise today
to choose and to walk courageously on the road less traveled to be true human beings of greater depth. The
noise of this world let not be our music rather that which springs from the depths of our beings be our music
so that our dance on this earth be on the solid surface.
A good religious learns to, listen and learn.
(Fr Cyril Desbruslais, SJ)
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act
positive
Life is Always Beautiful...
Joyson Vas, SJ
P O E M
P O E M
KNOW HIM
AIDS AFFECTS ALL
Teyol Machado, SJ
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here are certain moments in life which help us
to make changes for the better. This is one of
those moments that helped me. One of these
days as I reflected on life I felt that I was serious
about it. I recall this experience and thank Mrs
Hanumavva, I am not sure whether she is still alive,
for making me to realize that she along with her
husband and many others in that tiny room were
not the least, last and lost. Besides, I felt that she
accepted me as her own. All these happened in one
of my early days of formation in mission in Bijapur
in 2007. One day Fr Vincent Crasta took me for the
first time to St Anne's Care and Support Centre in
the parish premises, Bijapur. I had known about HIV
and persons living with HIV but had never seen
them so closely.
As I stood there a skinny man with all his bones
stuck to his skin came and stood near me. A thin
shiver just passed through my spine. With all the
courage I forcefully made myself comfortable in
that small room completely packed with not less
than fifteen people, of all the ages - children, men
and women, elderly-with one familiar characteristic
and that was death. There was fear of death in the
eyes of many. A few of them had some shame and
guilt on their faces. Some women and children
stood still without knowing why they were there.
What surprised me was Fr. Vincy's behaviour. He
was everywhere, having a great concern for every
individual. I could not stand there for a long time
and came out. I felt much relived from the tension
and fear.
Suddenly one of the nurses came and asked me to
help her in carrying the food and medicines for the
inmates. With much hesitation I agreed. As I carried
the stuff to the ward, there was a different feeling
that overtook me. As I neared one of the inmates to
help him, there was his wife Hanumavva, unpacking
her meal that she brought from her home. She was
delighted to see me helping her husband.
She took a piece of roti, some chatni from her food
packet and offered me graciously. I was in a
dilemma, whether to take it or to say no to her.
Again the same old fear cropped in me and I didn't
know what to do. There was a great knowledge
about HIV in me. I knew the modes of transmission,
the intensity of the disease, the risk that involved in
this particular venture, more over I knew that HIV
/AIDS didn't spread through sharing of meal. I had
to make a decision in a fraction of second, a decision
which would not hurt her and her feelings, a
decision which would not make her the victim of
stigma and discrimination. She had made an offer
that I could not refuse. She was still there with the
piece of roti and chatni in her thin hands, hoping
that I would say yes.
I said “Yes”, took that piece and ate it. A relived
feeling took over me. It was a feeling more
comforting and consoling to both of us. Though I
could not stay there for a long time that day in the
care centre, none stopped me for the next two years
of giving my little time for those deprived.
Today this simple positive act has helped me to love
“life” and never take it for granted. I have found that
life is not finding myself instead it's about creating
and rejuvenating myself.
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A seed of love was sown,
In the hearts of men and women,
To make Him known.
The love which embraces all,
Lest the people fall.
It is the same love,
Which formed the universe,
The divine love which cradled
The world so diverse.
The seed grew into a mighty tree,
Which sheltered those who sought it.
The children of God, savoured its fruits,
But destroyed its life giving roots.
Oh that we would renew,
The love so magnanimous and true.
The time has come to nurture the tree,
To unite His people and set them free.
Life in this contemporary world is pretty wonderful
For those who know to find meaning their suffering
Life is always an adventurous journey
For the one who has the heart of tackling the
problems
Life is full of bountiful experiences all around
Oh we can see a tremendous variety in everything
Every experience may not take us to the peak bliss
Yet each experience has always something to teach
Some say life is tiring and boring most of the time
Yes! That is the false perception about life
Life cannot be tiring and boring always
If we know to journey life wisely
Life in this world is always filled with full of newness
Each and every moment is different all the time
Love and service is the hallmark of life
That makes a person always cheerful
Life tastes bitter for several people in this universe
But sweet to those who can find meaning in all things
It is precious to one who values it with prudence
It is burdensome to one who disregards oneself
We are the hope, we are the hope,
If we hold on together, the hope will never die.
Now comes the time, now comes the moment,
When we lend our hands,
To wipe out the hatred, that cripples many to
cry.
Oh come let us taste the true essence of life
For it is filled with a lot of variety at large
It always gives us new life energy
When we set our mind and heart positively
Oh friend join your precious hands to taste this
new life
And that’ll truly make this wounded world a
better place.
Let's be the love, let's be the life,
That cleanses the world, from every strife.
Oh my friend, You My friend,
Listen to His voice that flows without end.
Vinod A J, SJ
Vinod A J, SJ
“Nothin g is more practica l than fin din g God, tha t is, than fa llin g in lo ve in a quite absolute, fina l wa y. Wha t you a re in lo ve
with, wha t seizes your ima gina tion, will a ffect everythin g. It will decide wha t will get you out of bed in the morn in g, wha t
you do with your even in gs, how you spen d your weeken ds wha t you read who you k n ow wha t breaks your hea rt an d wha t ama zes
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you with joy an d gra titude. Fa ll in lo ve s ta y in lo ve an d it will decide everythin g.” (Pedro Arrupe, S J)
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