Dear JST Community,
We congratulate our M.Div. III students who completed their written comprehensives today. Congratulations also to all those who have defended dissertations and theses and completed final papers and projects. Our prayers go to all those who are continuing in their research and writing.
Let us hold in our prayer our Muslim brothers and sisters, as they enter into the holy month of Ramadan. May this be a time of spiritual rejuvenation for them, and may we be mindful of our spiritual kinship and solidarity with them.
We are grateful to Sonny Manuel, SJ, who facilitated a conversation last Tuesday on “Ministry in Time of Trauma or Crisis.” This Tuesday evening, Fred Piazza, Ph.D. continues this conversation with some additional perspectives in “The Mental Health Impact of the COVID-19 Pandemic.” Please see further information in the calendar.
In the midst of the COVID-19 pandemic, we celebrated Earth Day this past week. May we continue to pray and take action for justice for our earth and all of creation, and especially those who are most impacted by climate change.
Finally, we are mindful of our JST Board of Directors, who will be meeting virtually next Friday, May 1. May we hold them in prayer as they come together to provide guidance and stewardship for our school community.
Peace and blessings,
Paul
Today, when I could do nothing,
I saved an ant.
It must have come in with the morning paper,
still being delivered
to those who shelter in place.
A morning paper is still an essential service.
I am not an essential service.
I have coffee and books,
time,
a garden,
silence enough to fill cisterns.
It must have first walked
the morning paper, as if loosened ink
taking the shape of an ant.
Then across the laptop computer-warm-
then onto the back of a cushion.
Small black ant, alone,
crossing a navy cushion,
moving steadily because that is what it could do.
Set outside in the sun,
it could not have found again its nest.
What then did I save?
It did not move as if it was frightened,
even while walking my hand,
which moved it through swiftness and air.
Ant, alone, without companions,
whose ant-heart I could not fathom-
how is your life, I wanted to ask.
I lifted it, took it outside.
This first day when I could do nothing,
contribute nothing
beyond staying distant from my own kind,
I did this.
-Jane Hirshfield, March 17, 2020, submitted by Mary Beth Lamb