By Sr. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN Rejoice! Let us walk into this day. Let us put our feet firmly onto this earth. This, now, is our pilgrimage into the holy place and time of God. May peace be mine and yours. May we prosper, rich in hope and compassion and care. To all the earth we
We invite you to join us for this novena as we remember Sr. Dorothy Stang who was murdered on February 12, 2005, in Brazil. Her work continues by faithful and courageous Sisters there and her spirituality is still very much alive and able to guide and challenge us. This novena was written by Sr. Judi Clemens, Sr.
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. Kay McMullen, SNDdeN O Holy, Holy One, how majestic are your names in all the earth! When I look at your heavens, the work of your fingers, the moon and the stars that you have established; what are we, scruffy humans, that you are mindful of us, such bungling, difficult creatures, that you
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