Through the Spirit, God gifts us with peace unlike the peace the world gives. This year the need for this kind of peace seems much more urgent to me than in the Pentecosts of years past.
In Horizons, younger sisters reflect on their lives, ministries, spirituality and the future of religious life.
Horizons - It's normal to hold out hope that things will go back to what we once knew, what made sense to us. Yet, I also struggle with the longing for things to be as they once were. What if God is changing the way things work right in front of us, and we're not paying attention?
Horizons: Every winter yields to spring. It happens in due time, slower in some places than in others, but always and everywhere eventually. This is the promise of the spring; this is the promise of the empty tomb. This is the puzzlement, but this is also the joy.
Horizons - As the pottery wheel of time whizzes on, God lovingly molds us with expert hands into what — and who — is needed for the present. Even as we grieve, we can rejoice in the goodness emerging. Instead of "diminishment," I choose a paradigm of "transformation."
Horizons - I always love the Scripture readings during the first week of Easter, when the church prays with the appearance stories of the resurrected Jesus. What I especially appreciate is the human reality.
Horizons - The sacred spaces of our lives, after all, are spaces that have always just been waiting for us to enter. It is not our presence that sanctifies them. Each moment is holy. Our recognition of the Sacred in our midst, though, opens up a space to receive the sacred deep within us.
Horizons - In reading about our community's founder, Mother Theodore, what I observe in her interplay of real risk and humor is a lightness and freedom of heart that only comes from deep faith. I've come to the conclusion that we may need humor in these times more than ever.
Horizons - The cross is an intersection of powerlessness and power. I wonder if there will ever be a day when every white Christian will imitate Jesus and fearlessly avoid the temptation to protect their own power.
Horizons - What speaks out of the darkness, the voice that calls my name and instantly abates my fear — this is not death. This is no foe; this is Father.
Horizons - This Lent, it seems the invitation for me is to focus on beauty, to add to and look for and create and celebrate beauty amidst the messiness and challenges of life.
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