From Where I Stand: The ninth step of humility has no caveats as in "keep silent unless you're angry at someone" or "unless you can get the microphone and keep it from everyone else." No, just this: Silence is the better part of communication.
Sr. Samantha Kuruppuarachchi is the only Catholic nun who was directly affected by the Easter Sunday bombings in Sri Lanka. She lost her sister, Wales Indira Kuruppuarachchi, and her sister's husband, Sanath Rohan Fernando, in the April 21 blasts at St. Sebastian's Church in Negombo, and her community has given her a year's leave of absence to help care for her niece and two nephews.
When a suicide bomber hit a Central Reserve Police Force bus in February, India received the news with shock and horror. Our response was one of shame.
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?
The monastery of the Sisters of St. Catherine of Siena in Koblenz, Germany, Kloster Arenberg, is home to 50 Dominican sisters and welcomes seekers of all stripes to their property for various forms of holistic recreation. Sr. Ursula Hertewich, who works there as a spiritual guide for guests, offering one-on-one spiritual counseling appointments, said "wellness," a term that brings to mind concerns about access and privilege, is a word the press has attached to what they're doing in Koblenz, not one they chose for themselves.
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.
From Where I Stand: The tradition moves on from generation to generation, flowing here, being pruned there, always adapting to the soil in which it's planted. And so do we as people.
Simple but hard to live out, our presence to others is fundamental. It is a gift of attention and support, an opening of the mind to be receptive to the other person.
By harvest time last fall, my little 3-year-old neighbor helper was moving away. My dad wasn’t really interested. With little motivation I simply left the garden. And it overgrew quickly. Then changing seasons brought terrible news.
Notes from the Field - I'd been concerned I was fated to repeat last year's trauma, but Robert Frost's poem and the deacon's interpretation reminded me that though the darkness of winter happens annually, so does the brightness of spring.
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