Becoming one holy family at Holy Family Parish in Cincinnati is a process. But we — parishioners from both the United States and Guatemala — are getting there, using some formal initiatives and building an intercultural community in small ways every day.
In Horizons, younger sisters reflect on their lives, ministries, spirituality and the future of religious life.
Sometimes I falsely think I know the Mississippi River. But I haven't experienced the whole of the river; I likely never will. And I'll never know all of God. The vastness of God shrinks me. Yet, within God's mystery is a peace.
Horizons - I've been thinking a lot about relationships lately. If I truly believe the truth of this call to be about building the beloved community, then it needs to start in my everyday life and relationships. Who do I avoid, and why?
For Pentecost, I gathered with 35 other Sisters of St. Joseph from across North America, all of us ranging from candidates and novices through 10 years as fully professed sisters, a gathering intended to remind us that each of us is working at this life and, though separated by distance or living situations, we are living this reality together.
I believe kindness can learn something from me and my fumbling ways — how to be bolder, more daring and more spontaneous. Kindness need not be relegated to soft smiles and warm sentiments; kindness can be fierce.
During a hike, I climbed a fire tower. At the top, wind and fear knocked me over, leaving me clinging for dear life to the rail at the center of the winding stairs. Such a place of utter dependence is one I avoid at all costs. My struggle with mental illness since my early 20s has brought me unwillingly to this place.
We are among those who contribute the most to climate change, and we are the least affected. Are we willing to choose sacrifice and self-limitation in the ways that we travel, eat, purchase, pray and interact with the world?
My face was hot with fury. Ecuadorian society already oppresses these women. And now, instead of filling them up with the good news of the Gospel, this man had the audacity to reinforce their subordination. This is all too often the story of women in Catholicism: figuring out where we can stand.
"I wondered if I was the only one in the room who felt like I was at worship. ... I wondered if anyone else noticed that we — poets and audience — were the body of Christ in communion with the great Creator."
Community is a gift that continues to amaze (and challenge) me. How is it, I sometimes wonder, that God managed to break through my self-imposed barriers and brought me to this particular group of women seeking God's gift of peace, the Sisters of St. Joseph of Peace?
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