Hope in hard times is an element of our prophetic vocation

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I’ve been catching myself singing and there’s a surprising theme to the songs.

Considering the state of things, there’s a lot of reasons why silence might make more sense, why a somber state might be more appropriate than song. In recent weeks, the COVID-19 crisis has become so deadly that morgues cannot keep up. It remains uncertain whether there will be a smooth transition of political power after the recent election in the United States. Every day, my heart is heavy with grief and concern, as I pray for someone else who is experiencing homelessness or is unemployed, imprisoned, sick, dying or now deceased. Plus, I continue to be challenged by the ongoing need for reconstruction, for the building of a society not based on the evils of systemic racism and environmental degradation; it’s big, overdue work.

I feel helpless and lost, I am not sure how to help. It’s a lot, and I am discouraged and overwhelmed.

Yet, I am singing. When I am out on walks and washing the dishes, I am humming. When I pause in prayer, lyrics come to the front of my mind. It took me a while to notice that the songs had something in common, but now… [This is the beginning of my latest column for the online newspaper, Global Sisters Report. Continue reading here.]

Published by Sister Julia Walsh

Franciscan Sister of Perpetual Adoration/ writer/ minister/ writer/ activist/ Loras College & Catholic Theological Union grad newsletter: http://tinyletter.com/juliafspa

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