Fr. James Griffin: My Best College Professor (Personal Reflections Pt. VII)

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Last week I got a bit side tracked in my efforts to explain my growth in consciousness writing perhaps with excessive detail about the minutia of life in the minor (high school) seminary. “TMI,” my wife counselled.  So I dropped plans to share further episodes from the minor seminary.

Instead, let me get back on track this week by referring to an experience that directly helped me wake up from my culturally narrow stupor. (That, after all, is the purpose of these stories to my children.)

His name was Fr. James Griffin and he was indeed an experience.

Father Griffin was my English Professor each semester during my freshman and sophomore years in St. Columban’s College Seminary in Milton Massachusetts. He came from Ireland and was perhaps 50 years old at the time.

Father Griffin was a tough and merciless critic. He would review our papers in class, demanding that we stand up individually beside our desks while he ridiculed our errors, naiveties, and superficialities before our peers.

On one occasion, he got me on my feet for such purpose. He looked me in the eye, looked down at my paper, returned his gaze to mine, and then crumpled my essay into a ball and threw it in the wastebasket. “Sit down, Mr. Seul, he growled without comment. That was it.

Those first months as a freshman, I was terrified and dreaded English classes. I actually prayed that our professor would be sick and not show up. His health was delicate; so my petitions were often answered.

However, Father Griffin taught me how to write. “Keep your sentences short,” he demanded: subject/verb/ object – SVO. Keep that in mind.  I don’t want to read anything longer than that!”

He also gave me an appreciation of poetry, art, and classical music. He was our choir director.  He called all of us “Philistines” because he found us so uncouth and without a shred of culture. “You’re only interested in ‘shooting hoops’ (Isn’t that what you call it?)” he sneered.

Nonetheless, Father Griffin would bring his Wollensack tape recorder to choir practice and play German lieders for us.  He once sat with us through a televised concert by Pablo Casals.  His main text was Palgrave’s Golden Treasury of Poetry. By the end of my sophomore year, all of our copies were in tatters.

That’s because Father Griffin required us to read and re-read the Renaissance and Metaphysical poets keeping a journal of successive “encounters with the text” – always required to find something new. We assessed again and again the love poems of John Donne and Robert Herrick. Fr. Griffin enjoyed repeating Herrick’s lines.

WHENAS in silks my Julia goes
Then, then (methinks) how sweetly flows
That liquefaction of her clothes.
Next, when I cast mine eyes and see
That brave vibration each way free;          5
Oh how that glittering taketh me!

 

With the conclusion of that last line, he would invariably break out in a broad smile that revealed the pronounced gap between his two front teeth. He was great.

Yes, I came to treasure Father Griffin. He once astounded my puritanical sensibilities by talking of the love affairs of poets and artists. He remarked with a smile that they’re guided by exceptional moral standards beyond our ken. “Don’t blame them,” he advised.

Principally, Father Griffin helped me become a critical reader sensitive to images, symbols, metaphors and similes. He defined images as literary devices that “capture, contain, and communicate what they symbolize.”

I’ve since thought a great deal about that in the context of Catholic faith and what Protestants traditionally see as Catholics’ infamous devotion to “images” and our belief in the “Real Presence” of Jesus in the “Blessed Sacrament.”

Critics insist that the bread and wine of the Lord’s Supper are “just symbols.” And to a large extent they have a point.

I however would add that such images are SYMBOLS. That is, in Father Griffin’s words, they “capture, contain, and communicate what they symbolize” – viz. the Real Presence of the saints and especially of Jesus. In fact, all language about God (and life) is symbolic. Our theologies can’t get us much closer to divine reality than that.

More generally, Father Griffin taught me that words are powerful. They transform; they shift shapes, perceptions and therefore reality itself. The pen is indeed mightier than the sword. Once a new understanding has been internalized, the world can never be the same. Absolutes become relativized; certainties crumble.

With such instruction, Father Griffin prepared me for my subsequent scripture studies in the major seminary. It helped me approach biblical texts with the confidence that I could read them without excessive dependence on what the “experts” had to say. It also eventually helped me approach the text of my own life with similar self-confidence. I can unpack and understand it without undue regard for what others say.

Father Griffin was also a golfer. Once in Ireland after ordination while I attending a “Chapter” (i.e. a leadership conference) of the Society of St. Columban I played a round with him. We had a great time. And I had the chance to tell him how important he was in my own development.

He seemed surprised, but clearly appreciated that.

Later I heard that Jim was also surprised about my leaving the priesthood. He thought I’d be the least likely of all to leave the Society of St. Columban. He didn’t know, of course, that what he taught me about critical thinking played such a role in moving me out.

Thank you, Jim. I remember you every day in my prayers.

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Emeritus professor of Peace & Social Justice Studies. Liberation theologian. Activist. Former R.C. priest. Married for 40 years. Three grown children. Four grandchildren.

3 thoughts on “Fr. James Griffin: My Best College Professor (Personal Reflections Pt. VII)”

  1. Mike….just a note to say “hello”/”hola” and to thank you for your comments on one of the people who greatly influenced my like, Fr. Griffin….Tiffer. I, too, remember standing by my desk as he publicly and a little sarcastically read through my text…..my SVOs. I do have a great memory of him, just after I had received word that I would be sent to Peru. We met, unexpectedly, and he gave a word of congratulations accompanied by a very wide ‘gap between the teeth’ smile. “Do a good job, Father Evans”….and he was gone. But not gone was the memory of having learned about SVOs and CCCs. Later, in Lima’s slums, I would learn very important words from another man who impacted my life, Gustavo….Ver/Juzgar/Actuar. Then he would say, with a gentle smile, “I hear you say that you love the poor. Name them.” “Dame sus nombres”. Your written words, Mike, have brought back many memories. Thank you for that!
    Back to work here in T-town….Tacoma. Ann and I still have our retail stores…..pretty much seven days a week. It’s almost time to open my shop. You might want to take a look at our website: http://www.pacificnorthwestshop.com One of our sons, Matt, is almost ready to take over the business so that his ‘old man’ can move on. Speaking of ‘moving’, we did ‘escape’ a few weeks ago to have a great visit with Lar and Paquita in Miami just before they left for a few months in Peru. Then we were on to San Antonio to be with Ann’s two sisters….nuns who had worked for years in Africa and Central America….Sisters of the Holy Spirit. Also, we had a great visit with Tom Shaughnessy who is taking a few months off to learn more about ‘moving on’ in life. Great ‘communicating’ with you, Mike. I look forward to getting more of your posts! Best regards, Bill

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    1. So good to hear from you, Bill. I checked out your shop’s website and did some reading on your blog. What a nice store. It reminds me of “Peacecraft” here in Berea, which Peggy and some of our friends started years and years ago. It’s still flourishing. Do you know I forgot about the name “Tiffer” when I was writing that blog? I wonder if he really know how influential he was with all of us. It’s great that you’re keeping in touch with Larry and Tom and with the spirit of Gustavo. We’ve all been truly blessed. Is anyone talking about another reunion in the near future? It would be great to reconnect once again in person.

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