We celebrate John Ogilvie on his feast day today. Born in 1579 in Scotland, several decades after the Protestant reformation in that country, some of his noble Scottish family were Catholic and some were Presbyterian. His father raised him as a Calvinist, sending him to continental Europe for his formal education. Through the debates he witnessed between Protestants and Catholics, John came to see that the Catholic Church could embrace all kinds of people. The stories of the martyrs had a profound impact on his life of faith. He decided to become Catholic and was received into the Church at Louvain, Belgium, in 1596 at the age of 17. During his studies, he decided to join the Jesuits, being ordained a priest in 1610 in France. At that time, Catholic priests were being arrested and imprisoned in Scotland. Yet, John felt the call to return to Scotland as a missionary, knowing that he was face many dangers. He returned to Scotland pretending to be a soldier returning from the wars in Europe so that the authorities would not identify him as a priest. With few Catholics left in Scotland and with Catholicism outlawed there, John’s missionary work was very challenging. Someone betrayed him and revealed his identity as a priest. He was arrested and tortured, but he refused to renounce the Catholic faith and refused to reveal the names of other Catholics. He was condemned to death as a traitor. His courage in prison and in his martyrdom provided a great example of faith for Catholics in Scotland of that era of persecution.
In the 25th psalm, the psalmist asks the Lord to remember his mercies. We want God’s mercy when it applies directly to our own lives, but then, we don’t necessarily want God’s mercy for others, especially in situations when we find fault in our brother. That is the whole point of the Gospel today. I had found this prayer written by a Jesuit priest, based upon the Anima Christi found in the spiritual exercises of St Ignatius of Loyola. I thought it was very appropriate to today’s readings:
Soul of Christ -
Jesus, may you flow into me.
May your body and blood
be my food and my drink.
May your passion and death
be my strength and life.
Jesus, with you by my side
enough has been given.
May the shelter I seek
be the shadow of your cross.
Let me not run from the love
which you offer.
But hold me safe from the forces of evil.
On each of my dyings
shed your light and your love.
Keep calling me until the day comes,
when with your saints,
I will praise you forever.
Amen.
By David L Fleming, SJ
Adapted from ANIMA CHRISTI