I seek a living God — not only in the solitude of prayer, but also in my encounters with others, especially with children: the smallest, the most vulnerable, transparent, sensitive and innocent.
This Holy Year with a special emphasis on hope illuminated how diversity is woven into my daily reality. One of the signs of the kingdom is discovering ourselves as sisters in the richness of our differences.
The Sacred Heart Sisters at St. Monica Vocational Institute support returnees from the Lord's Resistance Army, school dropouts and those made vulnerable by other challenges, including the COVID-19 pandemic.
In the monotony and loneliness of intensive physical rehab, this "time of trial" touched my heart and soul, gave me a better understanding of my body and my journey of growing older with multiple sclerosis.
Every Sunday, a vulnerable yet faithful family arrives at the Monastery of the Incarnation in Lima, Peru, and transforms the liturgy, vespers and adoration into their spiritual home.
The border is not a "happy place" to be these days, nor is any migrant community in the U.S. Our reality is complex, and happiness is not the same as hope.
Scripture for Life: The feast of the Epiphany reminds us that the good news is for everyone of every age. Its proclamation can bring great joy or cause terrible consternation, depending on what each person or society values.
How can I ignore Christ himself being born this Christmas as a tiny helpless babe when I turn a deaf ear to his whimper in the cry of the poor and the Earth's weakening plight?
