20/08/2026
LISTEN TO THIS: An interesting summary of the life of Ignatius of Loyola, Discernment of Spirits, and the Jesuits. With typed lyrics thanks to Bien Cruz, SJ.
“I used to be an adventurer like you.
Then I took a cannonball to the knee.”
He wanted banners.
He wanted fame.
Wanted men to tremble when heard his name.
A polished little soldier with a noble little plan.
Till a cannonball reroute the ambitions of the man.
Pamplona cracked and the room went still.
No trumpet, no heroic thrill.
Just pain, bad medicine, bones reset twice,
And the mercy God came wrapped in that price.
Laid up with nowhere left to ride.
No sword in his hand
No war outside.
He reached for romance, for knights, for flame,
But the saints walked in and change the game.
Cannonball to the knee and the old dream failed
He was chasing the world, but the Lord aimed well
“Take and receive, Lord, all I call mine
Memory and will, every wound, every line."
The sword hit the floor, but the war did not cease
He lost his old glory and enlisted in peace.
Cannonball to the knee, now the mission began.
God broke the soldier, then rebuilt the man.
He learned there are voices that glitter like gold
But leave you hollow when the fire gets cold.
And there is a thought that burns clean through
cost you everything, then makes you new.
Discern the spirits.
Watch the trail.
Not every bright sail catches holier wind.
Some thoughts strut and wear and angel’s skin
But the enemy grins while he walks you to sin.
So, test desire, test the fruit.
Does it bend your knees or polish your boot.
Does it drag you inward, proud, and alone?
Or send you marching to the foot of the throne.
Cannonball to the knee and the old dream failed
He was chasing the world, but the Lord aimed well
“Take and receive, Lord, all I call mine
Memory and will, every wound, every line."
The sword hit the floor, but the war did not cease
He lost his old glory and enlisted in peace.
Cannonball to the knee, now the mission began.
God broke the soldier, then rebuilt the man.
(This is not soft.
This is not vague.
This is not “follow your feeling” in a spiritual cape.
This war in the heart.
This is choosing your king.
This is freedom that kneels before it sings.
Not my plans.
Not my fame.
Not my polished little name.
Not my comfort
Not my throne
Not my will dressed up as your own.)
Then came schools in the long black robes.
Maps spread wide to the end of the globe.
A little company, marching light, to preach, to teach, to enter the fight.
They learned five languages, argued with kings, taught the pagans, debated everything.
Built a thousand schools where the dangers recedes.
Then occasionally made Rome say “Gentlemen, please!”
Look, we love the Jesuits.
Some of them are saints,
Some of them are footnotes with tenure
But Ignatius was not playing.
Not for ego, not applause,
But Ad Majorem Dei Gloriam.
Greater glory, greater flame,
all things offered in the holy Name.
No vague discernment, fog machine
No baptized shrug. No gray routine.
Find the banner, pick the side.
March with the crucified.
Cannonball to the knee and the old dream failed
He was chasing the world, but the Lord aimed well
“Take and receive, Lord, all I call mine
Memory and will, every wound, every line."
The sword hit the floor, but the war did not cease
He lost his old glory and enlisted in peace.
Cannonball to the knee, now the mission began.
God broke the soldier, then rebuilt the man.
St. Ignatius of Loyola, July 31st, Patron Saint of Finding Out.
God can aim better than you can.
Also, apparently, of giving Catholic schools intense mission statements.