God’s Choice
Friday, February 6th, 2009
God’s Choice
By Sister Mary Ishmael
(Canton, Ohio, USA)
The Lord sought to get my attention from the busy life that goes with family and full-time work as a nurse. I felt a deep yearning to visit Him, to be present before Him. That was when I looked about and found an open chapel in the town I [...]
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God’s Choice
By Sister Mary Ishmael
(Canton, Ohio, USA)
The Lord sought to get my attention from the busy life that goes with family and full-time work as a nurse. I felt a deep yearning to visit Him, to be present before Him. That was when I looked about and found an open chapel in the town I [...]
The Letter Made a Difference
Friday, February 6th, 2009
The Letter Made a Difference
By “Poor Clare Nun”
(Spoken, Washington, USA)
A few years ago my dad’s younger brother was critically ill in the hospital. As a cloistered nun I was not able to visit him, but I did send him a letter. I can no longer recall the exact wording, but I remember telling my uncle [...]
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The Letter Made a Difference
By “Poor Clare Nun”
(Spoken, Washington, USA)
A few years ago my dad’s younger brother was critically ill in the hospital. As a cloistered nun I was not able to visit him, but I did send him a letter. I can no longer recall the exact wording, but I remember telling my uncle [...]
I Am With You Always
Friday, February 6th, 2009
I Am With You Always
By Sister Mary Dianne Ackerman
(Cheju Island, South Korea)
The greatest gift God ever gave me was the gift of His presence in the Eucharist when I became a Catholic at the age of 15. From that time on, His true presence in the Eucharist has become the home of my heart. Through [...]
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I Am With You Always
By Sister Mary Dianne Ackerman
(Cheju Island, South Korea)
The greatest gift God ever gave me was the gift of His presence in the Eucharist when I became a Catholic at the age of 15. From that time on, His true presence in the Eucharist has become the home of my heart. Through [...]
Healing Presence
Friday, February 6th, 2009
Healing Presence
By Sister Marilyn Trowbridge
(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)
When my best friend, June, became critically ill from lupus, I found myself very torn between my vow of enclosure as a Poor Clare and wanting to be with to her to give her my presence in heart and body. Yes, I could tell my head the facts of [...]
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Healing Presence
By Sister Marilyn Trowbridge
(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)
When my best friend, June, became critically ill from lupus, I found myself very torn between my vow of enclosure as a Poor Clare and wanting to be with to her to give her my presence in heart and body. Yes, I could tell my head the facts of [...]
Face to Face
Friday, January 2nd, 2009
Face to Face
By Sister Mary Bernadette, PCC
(Los Altos Hills, California, USA)
During the summer of 1995, I attended the “Come and See” program with the Missionaries of Charity in Gallup, New Mexico. I lived with the novices who spent an hour each day in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament exposed on the altar. They prayed the [...]
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Face to Face
By Sister Mary Bernadette, PCC
(Los Altos Hills, California, USA)
During the summer of 1995, I attended the “Come and See” program with the Missionaries of Charity in Gallup, New Mexico. I lived with the novices who spent an hour each day in adoration before the Blessed Sacrament exposed on the altar. They prayed the [...]
A Eucharistic Calling
Friday, December 19th, 2008
A Eucharistic Calling
By Sister Doris Derke, OSC
(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)
“Telephone, Mommy!” My voice shattered the silence of the church. The priest had just elevated the Host during the morning Eucharist, and the server was ringing the bells. As a child, each day I accompanied my mother the half mile walk to our parish church, St. Teresa [...]
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A Eucharistic Calling
By Sister Doris Derke, OSC
(Cincinnati, Ohio, USA)
“Telephone, Mommy!” My voice shattered the silence of the church. The priest had just elevated the Host during the morning Eucharist, and the server was ringing the bells. As a child, each day I accompanied my mother the half mile walk to our parish church, St. Teresa [...]