Wednesday, June 6, 2018

The Ministry of Presence

By Sr. Judy Donohue, SC Federation Temporary Professed

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In my position as Life Enrichment (Activity) Assistant at Forest Springs Health Campus, in northern Jefferson County (Louisville, KY), I am very blessed to minister with residents during the Golden years of their lives. I also meet younger people during times of rehabilitation. All these people are vulnerable and are experiencing many of life’s transitions; the death of spouses, children or siblings, leaving your long time familiar home, health challenges, for instance: a stroke which may take away your right or left side muscle function, speech, etc. It can all be overwhelming.

It is a privilege to minister to these people and honor them as treasured children of God: to offer a smile, a hug or a listening ear to someone who’s world maybe turning upside down. This ministry is very challenging, diverse and fulfilling. My ministry includes leading exercises, arts and crafts, and sing-a-longs. I enjoy assisting with Happy hour when an entertainer comes in and preforms. I serve the snacks and refreshments. This is always an uplifting time. During Bingo, I may tell a joke to lighten the atmosphere. I do activity assessments as well as recruit people to come to all our activities. I’m getting to know the staff, offering them needed encouragement too.

God is showing me as I do activities for the residents I am also to be fully present to listening to their unsaid needs. What does “being present” mean anyway? I had a friend who was recently in the hospital. I visited her. I wanted to do things for her but she just wanted me to be with her. Deep down I knew being with her was what God was asking of me. God who is always fully present to us does not need to be doing anything. God does not need to achieve.

How can I be fully present to others without looking at my cell phone or wondering what is the next thing I need to get done? Let’s use Jesus as our example of being present to others. He gave his full attention, was interested in their needs. He knew their heart and provided for them. God is all ears. We are always in God’s full attention. S/He has no agenda nor distractions. I serve God by being present to others. I pray to be 100% interested in who I am being with today.

As I have often been challenged to live in the now, I’m understanding deeper what that means. To me it means not dwelling in the past or future but being fully aware and enjoying the present; making the most of today, this moment, enjoying the gifts of slowing down and taking time for the residents. One residents shared how she missed her church family, I affirmed how hard that is. Another resident’s daughter shared about her son’s overdose. I offered a prayer of comfort. By slowing down, I’m hearing what people need to say. Thank God for the gift of the ministry of presence.

Tuesday, May 22, 2018

Sheltered And Nurtured By Love

By Sr. Romina Sapinoso, SC Federation Apostolic Novice

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Mother robin warms her newly hatched babies,
watchful of strangers coming too close.
Sisters at our Mother House in Cincinnati (and those who live close by like me) recently had the wonderful blessing of witnessing a beautiful manifestation of Spring before our eyes. A robin laid her eggs on the ledge right outside of one of the windows on the second floor of the building and sisters and visitors watched each day as the robin sat on her eggs until they hatched. When she picked the location of her nest, the poor robin probably didn't realize how much attention she and her babies would get as "visitors" came and went to check out the babies' progress. When sisters and guests peered at the baby birds, mother robin would often fly to a tree branch, but she would never go too far. Here is a series of pictures showing the newly hatched chicks and their growth over a period of approximately two weeks. I didn't discover them until three of the four eggs already hatched so there are no egg pictures. One egg failed but all three surviving siblings did very well.

As I reflected on this beautiful witness of new life after a cold dreary winter, I can't help but make an analogy between the mother robin and God. There are times in our life when we experience "shocks to our system." It was a certain shock to the system for those birds to be out of their shell and unable to move or fly on their own while in the nest. They were exposed to the elements and were totally dependent on their mother for survival. I saw how that mother robin kept a close watch on her young ones. They were noticeably bigger each time I stopped by to take a peak and I knew they were not wanting in anything whether it was food or the protection of their mother's body against the cold of those stormy evenings.

I am even more strongly convinced now, as I near the end of my time in novitiate, that God has been like this mother robin who so lovingly held me in the safety of her love as she nourished and fed my soul each day. In a way, it was a shock to the system to be in novitiate, unable to move and fly but waking up to self-knowledge and awareness. But somehow, I was given the assurance that all shall be well because my mother was always there, watching, caring, and loving me through it all.

Newly hatched baby robins

Growing...

And growing...

We hardly fit here anymore!

The time has come to leave the nest.
On to new and bigger things!


Thursday, May 10, 2018

Dracula


By Sr. Laura Coughlin, SC Federation Perpetually Professed



Last week I finished my first year of doctoral studies in theology at the University of Dayton.  My brain is tired, but in spite of this, I still find my days rich with new intellectual and theological material.  Next year I will be teaching an introductory Religious Studies class at the university.  The opportunity to teach was one of the main reasons I found UD to be an attractive program.  In our department’s case, UD does a great job preparing us to teach from the discipline in which we are being trained. 

Yesterday I attended a workshop at the Dayton Woman’s Club hosted by the Humanities Commons program here.  The program aims to help students inquire deeply into the question of what it means to be human.  The inquiry is carried out in an enriched cross-disciplinary setting which is why a large number of professors from varied disciplines were gathered at the workshop. 

(see more about this program here: Humanities Commons)

We used our time together to discuss the 2018 program whose theme varies from year to year.  This year the Humanities Commons will base its inquiry in the classic Bram Stoker novel, Dracula, and in a Dayton Ballet performance called Dracula: Bloodlines.  Both the novel and the ballet will be a reference point throughout the year for classroom learning about issues of power and vulnerability.  Workshop attendees were asked to think about how the theme of 2018-19 might find its way into lesson plans when the students return in August. 

So I am thinking about Dracula, and about power and vulnerability.
And one of the handouts we received noted that “power need not be oppressive…and vulnerability need not be weakness.”  And that got me thinking about the authentic human reality, the ideal human life, in other words, that can be found in the dialectic between power and vulnerability. 

Maybe a first assignment could be something like this: Write a rich description of the ideal that lives between the power and vulnerability present in each of the following situations?  How do the actors in these excerpts reconcile vulnerability and power such that he or she better understands what it means to be human?

* * *

“I lay down my life in order to take it up again.  No one takes it from me, but I lay it down of my own accord. I have power to lay it down, and I have power to take it up again.”

Jesus in John 10:17-18


* * *

God said to Abraham: “Please take your son.”
Abraham said: “I have two sons, which one?”
God: “Your only son.”
Abraham: “The one is the only son of his mother and the other is the only son of his mother.”
God: “Whom you love.”
Abraham: “I love this one and I love that one.”
God: “Isaac.”

Genesis Rabbah[1]


* * *

“On August 26, 1832, a request was made that four of the [African American Oblate] sisters might nurse the indigent sick with cholera, a disease that had reached epidemic proportions [in Baltimore]….When [Father Joubert] asked for volunteers, all stood up.[2]  [He] chose the four to go, one of whom had not yet made vows.”[3]

At some point after 1843 this same community was told by the Archbishop of Baltimore, Samuel Eccleston, that “there was no need for black religious and that they might do well to disband and become domestics.”[4]  Their community was saved from this fate by a caring German Redemptorist, Thaddeus Anwander, who pastored them under the tutelage of St. John Neumann.

Excerpted from The History of Black Catholics in the United States, by Cyprian Davis, OSB


* * *

“Facing a firing squad is a pretty good test, I guess, of your theology of death.  I didn’t exactly pass the test with flying colors…The first thought I actually remember thinking was a question:  ‘Is this the end, Lord?’  I know I started the act of contrition, but I remember the sensation of realizing that another part of me could not understand the words I was mumbling.
I suspect that most of my panic…was due to such animal instinct in the face of a sudden and totally unexpected physical danger…For the thought of death itself does not terrify me.  The good news of Christianity is…that death has no hidden terror.  Christ’s…death and resurrection [was] the central act of salvation.”[5]

Excerpted from He Leadeth Me: An Extraordinary Testament of Faith, by Walter Ciszek, SJ




[1] Kessler, Edward. "Bound by the Bible: Jews, Christians, and the Binding of Isaac." In Two Faiths, One Covenant?: Jewish and Christian Identity in the Presence of the Other, 11-28. Lanham, MD: Rowman & Littlefield, 2005, 16-7.
[2] Ouch! - It is noted in this same passage that the Sisters of Charity had been asked for eight sisters and had only sent four.
[3] Cyprian Davis, The History of Black Catholics in the United States (Crossroad, 1990), 101.
[4] Davis, 103.
[5] Walter J. Ciszek, SJ and Daniel L. Flaherty, SJ, He Leadeth Me (New York, NY: Doubleday, 1973), 165.

Wednesday, April 25, 2018

The Season of New Life


By Sr. Annie Klapheke, SC Federation Temporary Professed

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It is the season of springtime and Resurrection.  All around us, the budding trees and flowers remind us that new life is always possible, no matter how long or cold the winter.  These signs of new life remind me of my favorite Mary Oliver poem, The Singular and Cheerful Life.  The words of this poem offer good advice to anyone who is discerning – which would be all of us.  The advice is this: take a cue from nature, stop being so anxious, and simple allow yourself to become what God intended you to be. 

The Singular and Cheerful Life
By Mary Oliver

The singular and cheerful life
of any flower
in anyone’s garden
or any still unowned field –

if there are any –
catches me
by the heart,
by its color,

by its obedience
to the holiest of laws:
be alive
until you are not.

Ragweed,
pale violet bull thistle,
morning glories curling
through the field corn;

and those princes of everything green –
the grasses
of which there are truly
an uncountable company,

each
on its singular stem
striving
to rise and ripen.

What, in the earth world,
is there not to be amazed by
and to be steadied by
and to cherish?

Oh, my dear heart,
my own dear heart,
full of hesitations,
questions, choice of directions,

look at the world.
Behold the morning glory,
the meanest flower, the ragweed, the thistle.
Look at the grass.

Sunday, April 8, 2018

Spring '18 Gathering

This weekend a group of Future of Charity members gathered near Cincinnati, Ohio, to spend time in prayer, companionship and recreation, and to remember our dear Sister Marie Flowers who joined the saints in heaven almost six months ago.  We thank everyone who held us in prayer during this sacred time together.



Celebrating the beautiful life and spirit of Marie!


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Thursday, March 15, 2018

New Wineskins

By Sr. Andrea Koverman, SC Federation Temporary Professed


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“I can’t have my sisters going to Washington in old wineskins, now can I?!” These were the words our sister in community, Annie Klapheke exclaimed as she used her sewing skills to reconfigure the t-shirts some of our sisters donated to our cause. As people who know me are already aware, I took part in the Catholic Day of Action on the Hill in Washington, DC on February 27th along with two other SCs, Tracy Kemme and Jean Miller and one of our Associate Members, Deb Rose-Milavec. It has been well chronicled, which was the whole point of being there-to draw attention to and escalate the pressure on the speaker and members of congress to enact a clean Dream Act (You can watch it here, and read about it here). The expiration of DACA has since come and gone without our demands being met, but as in all social movements, every little action contributes to achieving the final goal
S. Jean Miller, S. Tracy Kemme, Associate Deb Rose-Milavec,
and S. Andrea Koverman
by helping create the conditions that eventually let it happen.

My discernment was pretty quick as I felt an immediate response to the call of standing with and for our immigrant sisters and brothers in such a prayerful and public way. My frustration and disappointment in our government to act justly on behalf of the “Dreamers” pales in comparison to how they feel at this point. Despite letter writing, phone calling, meetings and demonstrations, the promise of finally passing legislation that would protect these young people has not been fulfilled. No one can argue the fact that they did not consciously break any law. They have been raised and educated in American society and hold American values. They are working, studying, raising families and contributing to our communities. They trusted the government when they were promised that if they came out of the shadows, provided all the required information, passed extensive background checks and had stayed out of trouble that they would be protected and welcomed into society. Instead they continue to be forced to live in a state of anxious vulnerability in what has become another demonstration of our broken political system. Rather than working together to pass the legislation that the majority of Americans clearly support, the politicians are now using that knowledge to play political games with each other. The Dreamers have become a collective bargaining chip for politicians to push for unpopular agenda items that would otherwise likely fail. Would I go to DC and voice my opposition to such injustice even at the risk of arrest? You betcha. It was a moment of truth for me to refuse to comply when ordered to move along, to stop raising my voice in objection to the failure of congress to act. It was symbolic of our commitment to this cause and to communicate in no uncertain terms that we will not stop the campaign for a clean Dream Act until it is finally passed.

The reference to new wine in old wineskins stayed with me throughout the experience and continues to rumble around and resurface in my times of reflection and prayer. It is such a fitting analogy to being a religious sister in this my time and circumstance because we are in a state of such dramatic transformation. From the moment I dipped my little toe into the pool of consideration about choosing this way of life, I have been asked the question, “What do you think is the future of religious life? What do you see when you imagine the future as a sister?”

Though definite themes have surfaced such as living in community, sharing in common ministry and being radically responsive and open to whatever we feel God calling us to, the tangible specifics are not ours to see so clearly as would make us comfortable. It is part of our calling not to have all the answers, to remain uncomfortable and dependent upon God to reveal what and how we can be of service in furthering the mission of love in the world when God so chooses. Those specifics will be the new container, the new wineskins.

Journeying Together in 2017
What has become clear to me is that the substance of what is put into the wineskins is not something new. A fresh batch yes, but not a completely new substance. This revelation was affirmed at the last (and only the 2nd) meeting of a subgroup within my community we call, “Journeying Together.” It is composed of members who entered after 1980 and are under the age of 70. We gather to share the journey of moving into a new reality of religious life. One in which there is a shift from a large membership and traditional ministry to one that is small but hopefully nimble and responsive to the signs of our times. It was an intimate weekend during which we focused not on the “what” of our lives but on the “why.” Sister after sister shared their personal call and named the sacred why that God planted in each of their hearts. And collectively, our communal why crystalized. We articulated the passionate response to God's invitation to be co-creators of the kindom that connects each Sister of Charity of Cincinnati across the expanse of time, from Elizabeth Seton all the way down to our newest member, Whitney Schieltz and with every sister in-between. That is the consistent substance that God is pouring into the new wineskins of our times.

It strikes me that our experience in DC was a beautiful illustration of the evolution of religious life, the new building upon the old. Not too many people initially responded to the call to participate, and I asked our Jean Miller, who is about 84 years young if she had thought about coming. She said that she had been dealing with some dizziness, but it seemed to have passed. She expressed a little concern that she might not have the energy, but if Tracy and I would be with her, she thought she could do it. Jean is one of those classic social justice sisters that are such an inspiration new members. We got to learn about some of the work she has done with and on behalf of immigrants during formation. I was thrilled that she would join us! That was a bit of the “old” joining the new. Something else that symbolized an aspect of the transitioning occurring in religious life was having our associate, Deb Rose-Milavec join us in the demonstration. She also responded to the call for women religious to participate in possible civil disobedience not as a vowed but an associate member of our community. We know and celebrate that the associate membership will continue to take shape and grow in deepening relationship with vowed members of congregations.

S. Annie working her shirt magic
The four of us were all set to go, but we needed a “team shirt” with our congregation’s name on it. With no time to have anything new printed, we remembered that our sisters were regular participants in the annual protests at the School of the Americas for years, and we had often seen them sporting bright blue t-shirts displaying our community name and the saying, “Peace grows from Justice.” Perfect! An all-call posted on our intracommunity email produced a rapid response in shirts, and were given even more upon a visit with our sisters who live in the Bedford, Ohio area. Annie worked magic with her sewing machine and suddenly we had shirts to wear to champion a new cause that had been worn by some of our senior sisters as they championed an older one. I felt clothed in the spirit of my sisters through the nearly two centuries since we were founded as I marched, sang and prayed with the ones of today. It was beautiful!

In the process of evolving into the “new wine” of religious life, I encourage you to let all the ingredients of new vision, direction and energy ferment and bubble up while being grateful for the container of religious life that always has been able to accommodate such expansiveness, allowing us to live that out it the unique way that we have been called! Hazard yet forward!