As I get settled in a new ministry in a new town with a new set of people, there is a whole new set of opportunities to practice taking my hand off the plow — letting go of what isn't mine.
In Horizons, younger sisters reflect on their lives, ministries, spirituality and the future of religious life.
Horizons - It's only natural for us to rejoice together, too. It's an element of our vocation. Francis tells us, "Wherever consecrated people are, there is always joy!" After the Giving Voice gathering ended and I reflected on the joy I experienced with other sisters, I was reminded of a game of catch.
I have spent many moments in the past week thanking God for the gift of a fellow retreatant who left me note last week when she noticed my absence. Why did that observation touch me so deeply? Because it said to me that my presence mattered to her.
Interview with the 90-year-old grandma of a sister-in-training: Sassy and direct, Grandma's never been known to hold back her views, so I'd imagined she'd respond to my questions with refreshing frankness. Now, with her memory failing, I'm worried I waited too long. But I want to try.
Horizons - Last Friday, I joined my co-workers in wearing orange to stand for a future free from gun violence. The next morning, I logged on to social media only to discover that Anika Browne, my own high school classmate, had been killed, a victim of gun and domestic violence.
I have no doubt that the many forms of membership in our congregations will (and do) play a monumental part in the lives of religious congregations into the future. Yet, for all the hope these forms present, the cultivation and preservation of vowed membership must not be lost.
Horizons - Since I was young, I've been a person who asks questions like it's my job. My parents still lament that I would debate with them about curfews and chores, that I always wanted to know why they made the rules they did and always had good follow-up questions and rebuttals.
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.
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.
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