by Teresita Abraham

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Nearly two years ago at the beginning of the Year of Consecrated Life Pope Francis called religious to wake up; "wake up the world" to the beat of this time. That is exactly what Jesus did. He was an awakened person and spent his life waking up the people to a fresh experience of the Holy One. For me one of the major beats of this time is awakening to the New Consciousness, to the sacredness and oneness of all life. Our Only Home is the dwelling place of the Holy One.

by Joyce Meyer

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This discalced Carmelite monastery was founded in Buea, Cameroon, in 1994 by eight nuns from Mexico and follows the reform of Teresa of Avila of 1562. Sister Rosemary of the Trinity, one of the newest Cameroonian sisters, was allowed to do a written interview with me.

A country where 8 out of 10 people live in poverty, Haiti does not have the resources to help repatriate its citizens deported from neighboring Dominican Republic, where work can be found. Even for citizens of the DR  who are of Hatian descent, deportation occurs due to racist attitudes. The U.N. refugee agency is not working here, but Jesuit Refugee Services — and sisters — are.

I am always amazed at the way the mothers care for their special children. Many of them never receive the positive reinforcement of even a smile of recognition or a spontaneous hug. Their children do not cuddle or coo. But with extreme fidelity these mothers attend to the unspoken needs of their daughters and sons.

My second full week as a community organizer, I had a conference call with Rich, the immigration policy director of our national network, People Improving Communities through Organizing (PICO). New to the legal jargon around immigration and the professional role of an organizer in general, I waded my way clumsily into unknown territory with lots of questions.

This story appears in the See for Yourself feature series. View the full series.

by Nancy Linenkugel

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See for Yourself - Hearing a voice close to me jars me out of a book I'm reading on a park bench. I look up at the speaker — a middle-aged fellow who had sat down on the other end of the bench. "Do you mind if I smoke?" he repeats.