The Meditation of My Heart

The impetus for The Meditation of My Heart came fifty years ago when I was awarded a scholarship to Creighton Preparatory School in Omaha Nebraska which I attended for just over a week. For it was with some dismay that I discovered the life of the contemplative was not for me. Although Sister Mary Teracita had tried to communicate to me that a call to serve was not to be taken lightly that it demanded rigor both intellectually and spiritually I really didn't know what a call meant. However my time as an altar boy and lay reader has served me over these intervening years so that today perhaps I do appreciate more fully the demands of a life of service in the interest of religion. While such a life is extremely personal the contemplative also lives a life on public display an apparent contradiction one is forced to accept. I admire anyone who can do this successfully.