For Ignatius, the cannonball gave him time to be by himself. As for me, I see moments of ‘bullets’ which awaken me to my call. It was in 2004 when I was at Sacred Heart College, Shembaganur, for my Tertianship. During the long retreat we had a reflection on “the Good Shepherd”. I found it hard to accept myself as a Shepherd, leave alone a ‘Good Shepherd’. That evening as I was walking towards the precipice, I saw a bus coming from Dindigul heading towards Kodaikanal with bold letters “GOOD SHEPHERD” written on its front window. At prayer I thought it may be my imagination, but my mind drew memories of being a Good Shepherd in my own little way.
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