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.
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.
Are you a glass half-full or a glass half-empty type of person? No matter, I would like you to consider that a “Kingdom of God” perspective can help us all be filled with hope in God.
The previous article in August covered the creation of the Diocese of Owensboro from the western territory of the Diocese of Louisville. This resulted in many Louisville priests, nicknamed “the 40 Martyrs,” being bound to the newly-created Diocese of Owensboro.
During this Jubilee Year of Hope, let us give ourselves permission to long – for whatever it is we are waiting for.
I was at the airport waiting in line for food when a little girl in front of me, maybe four years old, slumped her shoulders, looked up at her mom, and said with total exasperation: “Everything takes so long, Mom. I can’t wait anymore. I’m broken.”