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Memory Picture

24 Sep 2019

My legs hold my upright position securely as columns. Going slow, few steps and I find myself in front of three steps. I pass them without effort, without avoiding them any. I reach the point  established and indicated by the presence of a pillow. I fold first then the other leg. I’m on my knees, with my head bowed, pupils pointing towards a clod of white cellulose on which I read words written by me in black ink. It is calligraphy born from my right hand, guaranteed by the signature. Rather than columns, now the legs bent crossed by a slight flickering look like shaken bamboo canes from the wind. It is emotion, it is a kaleidoscope of emotions, it is the strength of the meaning of a life which is opening up.
I have to read, the microphone is brought to me. I fear, I fear that the grave and clear voice is  intimidated event. I start. I am there and I can do it. I don’t run, the words I hear come out of the
mouth scanned well. The sweat instead accelerates a little. I don’t look up. I reduce that moment to a meeting between a few close friends: me, the formula, the Lord.
I come to the last sentence, the commitment of the voice seems to be too much. The pronunciation of the  last sentence is a rough road. Another voice comes to mind, that of mine friend: “For a few things it is worthwhile to compromise life, the consecration is one of these. Come on, jump! ”
Even the last step is accomplished. The microphone is moved away from the mouth. I get up.
The Eucharist is still majestic and discreet before me. A quick exchange happens.
I find Father Agostino on my left. I give him the sheet, he ghives to me a little cross. On the back is the name of a city, Jerusalem. The inner kaleidoscope slowly begins to move towards silence. Inside me some thoughts go, someone comes: it’s like a river that flows over a bed of silence. A threshold of choice and mystery has been crossed, and one of the first to wait for me is there, it is silence. However, it is not alone. It is in the company of joy. Some new few measured steps and back to my place, I stand as a watchful sentinel listen to the jump of the other companions after me.

Italy, Genoa, Church of the Gesù. It is a warm afternoon of September 14, 2019. The city Enjoy a day at the beach. But not for everyone. There is a mass at 4.30pm in which some, called novices, choose to enter the Society of Jesus throughout their lives.
There are six of them, without all of them in white shirts, arranged on the sides of the altar. One for
kneeling before the altar and at the Eucharist to pronounce their vows, just a  simple formula with their name in them. A step that has been prepared from afar.
About twenty-three months and a half have passed since the beginning of the novitiate. It is at the end of a journey full of discoveries. Many events have occurred from the first days spent in this big house to take care of it. It took some time to make it our home.
Up to the periods outside, the experiments, from the silence of the month of Spiritual Exercises to dust warm of the pilgrimage in poverty. From Turin to Milan, from the Alps to Sicily. So in this way is articulated our path. Many are present in this ancient church of the Company spectators. The faces facing those six, there in front of the altar. The faces tell the many stories crossed by us  novices in these two years. Some are surprised, some perhaps moved, some stretch their necks to see better what is happening. Maybe someone wander among them thoughts like: “Will they make it?” “Will he be excited?” “And then what happens to him?” “But he had to just leaving? ”
Many roads seem to converge here: the novitiate formators, who have supported and supported each of us, each of them in their own way, in listening and with affection. The parents, who saw us, children move away and now they are there. Maybe now they can feel strangely close to those children who felt so far away. There are novice comrades who have already taken this step and those who will do so next year. They are perhaps gathered in a sense of chain, like a passing witness. In fact, some glances between the benches make sense an understanding based on common experiences, perhaps not easy, had beside  side. Then perhaps there are the faces of those who met as novices in various services.
Thus it seems that the various pilgrimages, not only physical, of these novices converge here. In the warm sun of Genoa seems that a road opens up. Everyone stands up, a little staggering. We embrace each other. The Mass is over and on our faces six novices remain a smile, a little tired perhaps but sincere.
This is our photo of the votes.

Alessandro Cocozza and Carmine Carano, jesuit sholars

First Vows

11 Sep 2020

Tomorrow, Saturday the 12th of September, we, the second-year novices, will pronounce our first vows within the Society of Jesus, at the Church of the Gesù in Genoa.

Grateful for the journey so far, we entrust ourselves to your prayers.

Giovanni, Lorenzo, Marco, Filippo, Marco e Urban

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