The spirituality of the Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur is characterized by the call to discover and to become the very goodness of God in our world.
We commit ourselves to deepen our relationships with God, one another, those living in poverty, and with the whole of creation. We embrace our mission seeking life in abundance for all.
The following are reflections, prayers and poems written by Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur.
By Sr. Margaret Hoffman, SNDdeN "A clean heart create for me, O God, and a steadfast spirit renew within me." – Psalm 51 Stoking our fire. "Renew" is the keyword in the psalmist's entreaty. Lent is time to take stock of our lives. Jesus reminds us "I came to bring fire to the earth and
by Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN My heart is steadfast, my heart is steadfast. I want to sing! I want to make music with clarinet and mandolin, with sitar and bongos and penny whistle. I want to be awake soul-deep, world singing, making a racket to wake the dawn in praise of you. Your steadfast love
By Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Happy are you who do not go along with the ways of the unprincipled and cruel, with those who care only for money and power, or those who scoff at the possibility of a better world, but find your direction, even delight, in the commands of Holy Wisdom, and are
by Sr. Fatima Borges, SNDdeN, Brazil Oh! Terra fragil e ao mesmo tempo forte Oh! Earth fragile and at the same time strong que rompe as barreiras da ignorancia humana e junto com o silencio do universo you break the barricades of human ignorance and in the deepest silence of the universe
Following is a portion of the homily given by Sr. Kathyrn Keenan, SNDdeN at a Mass for Sisters of Notre Dame de Namur celebrating their jubilees: I would imagine that we can all recall moments in life when we experienced either being merciful or receiving the mercy of another for our own failings. Is this not the holy
by Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Such a gentle time – We let the leaves fall, all that red and brown and gold scattering on the ground, while the clouds gather us in and we wait for the dry creek bed to be filled with rain. We wait for all things to be made green again.
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN My mother comes back from her errands up on the Avenue. She is wearing her favorite dress. It has soft blue and white stripes and the full pleated skirt swings as she walks. She is very pretty. I'm roller skating up and down our street under the hawthorn trees and
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Go and tell them. Go out into Galilee. Gamble everything for love. Die. Break open. If you are to find God you must stop holding on. You are meant to fly out your window into the soft green trees, drift like a newlings feather down into the sharp scented yellow
by Sister Kay McMullen, SNDdeN The struggle here is to touch bottom to find a foothold in swift currents in flood waters stirring forgotten dreams, discarded hopes, events that shaped or scarred a life. The struggle is to risk going under to feel cold green water like a knife to be cut off, separated
By Sr. Kay McMullen, SND An apple. A cup of tea. This black and bright universe eternally expanding beyond comprehension. Earth. Stars. And birth long ago today, always the Divine Child in you, in me in everyone who can see Mystery.
