Receive My Memory
As Christ lies in the darkness of death and loss this Holy Saturday, I’d like to share a story posted today on Image journal’s “Good Letters” blog.
Commonweal readers are likely to recognize the name of John B. Breslin, S.J., who for decades has written illuminating meditations on contemporary literature. A professor of English at institutions like Le Moyne and Marquette, Breslin edited the much-loved (but, alas, out of print) collection, The Substance of Things Hoped For: Short Fiction by Modern Catholic Authors. Both on the page and off, John has been an animated–and animating–presence for so many of us.
In today’s post, Evelyn Bence, a friend of John’s for many years, writes movingly of his entry into the world of Alzheimer’s. She writes with John’s own permission and blessing, as well as that of John’s superior. Her title alludes to the famous prayer of Ignatius of Loyola: “Take, Lord, receive all my liberty, my memory, my understanding, and my entire will, all that I have and possess.”