Jane Marie Bradish is a member of the School Sisters of St. Francis based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. Her ministry has been in secondary education; currently she teaches theology and is the academic programmer for a large, urban, multicultural high school. She recently received the Project ADAM Karen Smith Award from Children's Hospital of Wisconsin for implementing comprehensive CPR-AED (cardiopulmonary resuscitation and automated external defibrillator) programs for the school community. 

 

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At the retreat, was that me or the Spirit?

By the end of the retreat week, I knew coming without "stuff" was the best thing I could have done. I would have used my stuff to keep myself distracted, instead of letting myself sit with the questions.

What can we do besides rage, pray?

Enough! I don't want to hear offers of thoughts and prayers. I don't want to see video of people hiding or running for their lives, hands in the air, after unspeakable horror. I don't want to see first responders in full gear with weapons drawn. I want rage! I don't want to hear goodbye phone calls or see goodbye texts. I want RAGE! 

Who keeps me in the convent?

Summer is jubilee time, and the remembering and storytelling that comes with it often includes the question "Who brought you to the convent?" Early on, this seemingly simple question gave me pause; I couldn't answer it.

Easter -- in the garden

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.