Love grows in the mystery of woundedness. All of us carry wounds. That’s OK. After all, Jesus Christ kept his five wounds after the resurrection. Like his, our wounds will be made beautiful some day. Then and now our wounds make us look more like Jesus.

As I listen to today’s Gospel story of the multiplication of the loaves and fish, I am challenged again to reflect on who the hungry in my world are. It seems Jesus is calling the apostles to be aware of the hungry right in front of them and do something

Isn’t it interesting that commercial after commercial on TV suggests ways for us to rid ourselves of heartburn, let alone multiple other physical maladies and inconveniences? Yet, the sense in today’s Scripture reading and those throughout this Easter season seems to be that of nurturing the inner flame and fueling

I just returned from a magnificently joyful Easter Vigil at a vibrant church in Santa Fe. Two young girls were baptized this evening and they obviously practiced their “I do” to the Profession of Faith with zeal and vigor! The pastor, an energetic man, alerted the rest of us, when

A couple decades ago, Christian songwriter Michael Card graced the world with a marvelous song called Come to the Table. Every Holy Thursday I take time to ponder its meaning. “All have been welcomed to come if they might … he freely offers … we freely receive … the hand

I’m gluten / lactose / soy free for medical reasons. This means I can’t always enjoy the same foods that others might be able to eat. Yesterday a phenomenal thing happened. I walked into our monastery kitchen and our generous cook said to me, “Sister, I made you a cake.”

A group of women with whom I meet once a month gifted me with a daily devotional entitled Jesus Calling. This morning I read: “I created you to stay conscious of Me as you go about your daily duties.” For Christians, this is the holiest week of the year as

On a recent trip to the airport to fly to California I, like all the other travelers, needed to produce a photo ID along with my boarding pass. The security agent studied it carefully to be sure it matched the person he saw standing before him. In today’s Gospel reading,

The sculptures of Michelangelo; the beauty, climate, and food of Tuscany; the whole experience of Italy: these are the positive memories that brighten the windiest March day. The feelings of appreciation in my heart held there even a short while change me. Scientifically I know that my heart vibrates

As I heard the Scripture story of the Woman Caught in Adultery (John 8) read both yesterday and again today at Mass, I was struck by the vulnerability of women and how this has been true throughout the centuries. Whether or not the woman is actually guilty almost seems secondary;