We rise with sleep in our eyes. We dance on the broken ground. We run to town to tell the news. In the grave? Not there, no more! Somehow and someway, life has won. Easter morning has arrived. Hooray! Satan sees that God’s Truth teases. Freedom lives. Love is power. Peace redeems. “Ha, take that!” …
Guest blogger: Elizabeth Diedrich Scripture reflection for the Fourth Sunday in Lent Scripture Readings: 1 Samual 16:1b, 6-7, 10-13a; Psalm 23: 1-3a, 3b-6; Eph 5:8-14; John 9:1-41 “This man is not from God, because he does not keep the sabbath.” Throughout the Gospels, Jesus maintains a continual conversation with the religious leaders of his day….
At the high school where I work we begin we begin every day with prayer. On Fridays the entire school says the Peace Prayer of St. Francis. The words weren’t written by St. Francis. The Peace Prayer of St. Francis was written in the 1900s and became popular during World War II. The words remain…
Compass by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey I’d like a compass with you to the north and my sister to the west. I’d keep it in my pocket and take it out when I can’t remember the skin I’m in or the rhythm of my song. To…
Bored with the rosary beads and anxiety of agendas I gaze up from the corner chapel in my 9th floor imaginary tree house home. My blurred vision moves from the cross to the obnoxious glow of the golden arches and hallows the hope that once was fire warming my heart over the violent city. Yet,…
Guest blogger: Luke Hansen, SJ For many years, the international community identified a basic truth about the Guantánamo prison that the American people have been slow to recognize, or have missed completely: the prison’s continued existence constitutes a flagrant violation of basic human rights and international law, and thus, it must be closed “without further…
Posted by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey My dad taught me the subtle art of segues. As a child I would sit in his lap and watch him transition smoothly from one song to another as a volunteer radio disc jockey. Sliding the controls with his strong hands brought the rhythms of one jazzy beat…
Posted by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey A Story of Marta “I’m nervous because I’m here illegally.” Marta held out her arm for a blood pressure check. The nurse in the free clinic and I quickly reassured her that everything was confidential and she had nothing to fear. Marta continued, “I’m nervous because I am illegal…
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