We’ve come to the end of the formal Backpack Journalism class — the five weeks of class, travel in Uganda and working on the film, blogs and other writing is nearly over. We had a last toast at the now-traditional Cali Taco wrap-up lunch. (thanks, Sara, for suggesting we do that again.)
I have said it before and I’ll say it again: I am so lucky to have this experience with these colleagues and students. John, Tim and I realize what a terrific teaching/learning experience it is for us.
I’m adding a prayer that seems meant for journalists and especially backpack journalists. I first came upon it in my Jesuit seminar this year and it’s adapted by John Veltri, S.J.
Teach me to listen, O God, to those nearest me, my family, my friends, my co-workers. Help me to be aware that no matter what words I hear, the message is: “Accept the person I am. Listen to me.”
Teach me to listen, my caring God, to those far from me — the whisper of the hopeless, the plea of the forgotten, the cry of the anguished.
Teach me to listen, O God my Mother, to myself. Help me to be less afraid to trust the voice inside in the deepest part of me.
Teach me to listen, Holy Spirit, for your voice — in busyness and in boredom, in certainty and in doubt, in noise and in silence.
Teach me, Lord, to listen. Amen.