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| I Had A Dream: Preaching the Just Word |
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Six years ago I had a dream. Nothing quite as mind-blowing
as Martin Luther King's. Still, not insignificant for the future of our
church, our country, our way of life, our profound spirituality. It was springtime 1990. I was in my 12th
year at Georgetown University, theologian in residence; in my 23rd
year as editor of the scholarly journal Theological Studies,
my 44th year on the editorial staff. I knew I would be resigning
both positions soon. I was touching 75, increasingly aware of the Psalmist's
warning, "The days of our life are 70 years, perhaps 80, if we are
strong" (Ps 90:10). On what should I focus for however many years
God would grant me-something that would engage my background, talents,
and interests? Background? Theology. Talents? Communication: preaching,
lecturing, writing. Interests? People. I was then a senior fellow of the Woodstock Theological
Center, a research organization located at Georgetown University, founded
in 1974 by the New York and Maryland
Provinces of the Society of Jesus to put theology to work on social, economic,
and political issues. It proved to be the seedplot of my dream. The Woodstock
Theological Center has been doing splendid work in touching theology to
the neuralgic problems of our time-books and articles, conferences and
workshops. But this approach, indispensable indeed, reaches only a relatively
small number of people. How could we expand the Center's influence, stimulate
American Catholicism as a whole to live and spread our social gospel?
It was then that it hit: preaching! Where do American
Catholics gather regularly in largest array, even more than for pro football?
At weekend liturgy. A captive audience, millions of potential listeners
a TV network might profitably sell its soul for. Not preaching in general,
but preaching the faith that does justice-an inseparable unity our 32nd
General Congregation called "the mission of the Society of Jesus
today," a mission that Pedro Arrupe confessed was the most difficult
of all to put across to the Society. But the dream had a nightmarish aura: Catholic preaching
is all too often dull as dishwater, what the president of the University
of Rochester called "Saturday Night Live, Sunday Morning Deadly."
If our homilies are to instill new life into the relationship between
justice and faith, our homilists must be set aflame. But how? What is
so distinctive about our project, Preaching the Just Word, that since
1991 we have captured the imagination of over 3,000 preachers?
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