InFormation (2021) Moments in Time 

Thoughts & Reflections...

There is a book which shows a directory of the Passionists (published 1967). You will find the following entry:

Profession OrderIf you took vows before 1967, you're in there. This entry lists my numerical entry into Holy Cross Province with my professed name, parents, my birth date and location, and my profession date. Throughout this little book, many of the names have a squiggly line through them. The assumption is that this person left the Order–not a difficult assumption to make as the book is full of those squiggly lines.

Passionist Reunion, July 23-25, 2004

Steve GeorgeOn Friday evening, July 23, 2004, I walked into the Barn. Before me stood people whose names I didn’t know. A rush of apprehension. A name given. A rush of memories as I saw the youthful face behind the 35 years that had passed. Time and again this happened. Histories were begun and the narration interrupted when another cycle of apprehension and recognition hit. Some were immediately resolved, others took a few seconds.

Click to enlargeSmiles abounded. Laughter rattled through the room as all around me this process seemed to repeat itself in each of us. I was moved to tears, to love, to belly laughs at what I saw and heard, at how I was embraced, at the unspoken connections others made with me.

This did not stop for the entire weekend. "Remember when..." was used so much to begin a story but eventually dropped when we realized that all of us, of course, remembered when. The stories then were told without preamble.

We redefined our present—and our future—by going back in time. Occasionally, someone stopped in the middle of a story. Amazement and wonder bubbled up and we would stand in awe of our connection to each other.

There has been no group of men who shared a past so full of joy and pain. The pain forgotten, joy surfaced and carried all of us forward on waves of remembrance.

John Hollon, Mike BelgeriSpouses, partners, and offspring looked on and heard validation to the legends they have endured for so many years. They also grounded us in the present, unconsciously reminding us that this was the past but, for a fleeting moment, released us to it, reminding us always to return.

We didn’t talk of the pain and suffering of those days but the specter of it never left. It suffused the stories making each just a little bittersweet but richer for its seasoning. That ghost did not disturb the joy but would settle on our faces in a wistfulness of a calm and peace when each of us found a silent moment to ourselves.

Albert Schwer, Roland Kulla, Harry Watson, Tom MonohanJoyce asked us all, "If this was so much fun, why did you leave?" That was a question for each of us to carry home. Joyce, here is no one answer as you well know. We could, each of us, give ou the circumstances which you have probably heard before. We would cite the faded pain of disillusion; we could point to cultural change or target people who may have precipitated our decisions. In the end, I can only speak for myself: What I had come to learn, had been learned, my character shaped within and without. The adventures of life beckoned me to place yet to be discovered, to challenges to test my mettle, to further pain and growth. I was simply done.

Steve George, Claire Brennan, Credit: Steve Rose But I wasn’t done. The indefinable richness of those seven years have molded who I am today. No other partial decade in my life casts it shadow so constantly into my present. That was a time of creation. Its span can be restricted; its effects cannot. I will go to my grave a monk in many ways, carry the joy, the apprehension, the love I have always felt for all of you with whom I shared that Moment in Time. And this one...

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