Before I ever stood behind a desk as a director, I stood in line at shelters. From the age of 16 to 29, my life was defined by homelessness and addiction. Generational poverty, dysfunction, and trauma shaped my path.
Before I ever stood behind a desk as a director, I stood in line at shelters. From the age of 16 to 29, my life was defined by homelessness and addiction. Generational poverty, dysfunction, and trauma shaped my path.
Giovanni de Pietro de Bernardon was born in Assisi in 1881 into an affluent family. His father was a noted cloth merchant and his mother was French, also of an affluent family. His father was away in France when Giovanni was born. Upon his return home his father took to calling him by a nickname – Francisco, which means Frenchman.
This is a powerful reminder of the movement of the Holy Spirit in our Church in recent decades.
A stained glass window inside St. Thérèse Chapel at Holy Hill in Hubertus, Wis., depicts St. Thérèse with fellow Carmelite saints, John of the Cross and Teresa of Ávila. All three are Doctors of the Church. OSV NEWS PHOTO/SAM LUCERO
As Catholic Sisters, vowed women religious, we deeply value the relationships and encounters we have had with so many of you while serving in schools, parishes, retreat centers, food pantries, and outreach centers.
This final installment of the story of Fr. Robert Gipperich will take up where the last one left off in our September WKC column. The good priest now fully understood that returning to serve the Church in Louisville was no longer a possibility.
Hope and trust are, for me, intimately intertwined with each other. Without trust in my Creator, hope is empty, flat, and without buoyancy, easily shattered and rejected.
“How can we change the culture of our diocese in our approach to vocations?”
For several months I have wanted to address in my monthly letter the debate of many years about immigrants and refugees in the United States. It is a controversial subject, and I do not want to simply add to the controversy. And yet, the time has come that I must appeal to the citizens of our nation to come to some minimal but very important consensus.
As Labor Day passes and the rhythms of fall begin, we are offered a chance not just to return to work and routine, but to reflect more deeply on the meaning of labor and the dignity of the worker – especially through the lens of our Catholic faith.