I was talking with my sister Kristina this weekend, who was just at the Ignatian Family Teach-in in Washington, D.C. This is a gathering of students at Jesuit high schools and universities (she goes to Creighton in Omaha), as well as others associated with the Jesuit mission. It is a time to learn, to fellowship, and to pray as fellow partners in the mission of St. Ignatius. At the gathering, she ran into a couple far-flung Jesuits who know me (one was a friend from college who joined the Jesuits and another who was my novice director last year).
I remember telling two of my sisters, Kristina and Rebecca, who visited my house a month ago for a whole week, that they could be really comfortable around the house with the 23 other guys living with me because "they are your brothers too." I think that may have struck them as a little hokey, and who could blame them; they had never met the guys! Yet quickly they were getting along famously with them, filling the house with laughter, going on outings with some of them, and really getting to know my housemates. By the end of the week they had left a note on the community bulletin board, gushing with gratitude, signed, "Love, Becky and Kristina."
And what do you know? This weekend when one of Kristina's friends at the Teach-in remarked about the two Jesuits she randomly bumped into there, Kristina said "they are my brothers." How's that for the Ignatian family?
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