See for Yourself - "My only aspect for improvement would be the color choices. I'm tired of the usual black, white, and silver choices. What's wrong with sunny yellow or even hot pink?"
Notes from the Field - The visitors from Mexico did more than just change the way I view Mexico, they awoke in me this spiritual longing for a culture I have never known but has been inside me all along.
NCR Preview: A few years back I gave myself permission to get angry at other drivers. Later, on a dark and rainy night, I shocked myself at how mad I was at some unknown and seemingly very confused person. I resolved then to withdraw that permission to myself to rage and fume.
The Life - This month illustrates the infinite variations in the organizational relationships one congregation can have with others. Congregations' uniqueness makes a difference in their history, ministries and future plans — whether helpful or complicated. We asked panelists: How unique is your congregation? Is it the only one like it in the world, or do you share a charism or a founder with another group of sisters?
See for Yourself - I pulled into the church parking lot and was relieved to see quite a few cars. This boded well for me getting into church early, I thought.
Taking time to welcome spring awakens us to new possibilities and prepares us to embrace the difficult times we are living in.
Recently I shared with the sisters in my local community a song I learned in third grade about the kookaburra bird. Little did I know that the kookaburra would teach me a lesson a few days later.
During a two-year program on aging, illness and death, I invited sisters in my community's assisted living convent to participate in small groups to share their experiences. I was fascinated by their responses.
African women want to heal their continent of its many afflictions, but are beset by the cultural and religious practices that harm them and force them into the role of healer, even when they need healing themselves.
"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."