When Mary Margaret Gefre's boyfriend drove her to the train station in their small North Dakota town, the 19-year-old farm girl didn't tell him where she was headed on that brisk December day, clutching a small bag containing a rosary, her childhood prayer book, a few dresses and a pair of shoes. She was bound for a cloistered convent in St. Paul, Minn. She was going to become a nun.
You say you want a revolution Well you know We all want to change the world... But when you talk about destruction Don't you know you can count me out...
Still, a daughter of charity warned me, "The word can turn people off." Too many folks view feminists as a bunch of strident, humorless women alienated from anything spiritual.
How could an innocent baby be held accountable for the actions -- or lack of actions -- of some stupid adult? There was some mistake. Nervously I stood and I asked, "Sister, are you sure this is right? I know God wouldn't do this."
Now that Philomena is going into wide release and has been nominated for four Oscars -- I have a few words to say about the film and about the facts it was based on. You might say I have standing in the matter.
The inimitable Harvey Weinstein had a screening last weekend for some Academy members and celebrities of his new film, Philomena, and after the scr...
As we approach American Thanksgiving, it is time to express gratitude for a very important development in the life of the Catholic Church, which I very much love. And that is the grace of your pontificate.
People always want to know why I ever entered the convent in the first place. I left the convent for the same reasons as I had when I entered sixteen years earlier: I felt the Spirit's call and the call of conscience.
Yesterday (Oct 15), more than 70 prominent religious leaders joined with locked-out federal workers in a pilgrimage on Capitol Hill to urge an immediate end to the government shutdown and urgent passage of laws to prevent a default on the U.S. debt.
In the summer of 1977, I moved to another suburb, and had to start seventh grade at a new school. I was 12 years old and well into the awkward years. Moving and starting at a new school is always tough, and being the new kid in seventh grade was especially challenging. At that age, the lines are already drawn, the cliques formed.
As the immigration debate continues, one question haunts me: What can we do to educate immigrants' children?
As a Catholic nun for seven years I saw the power of the Catholic Church in making and breaking rules, baptizing and excommunicating members, and throwing a heap of guilt on those poor souls that miss their mark of perfection.
The era of nuns leading hospitals has passed. The question is not how to go backwards, but how to clearly define the value of a hospital being "Catholic" in today's society and culture.
Just like most veterans, the sisters preach equality, progress and accomplishing the mission. Unlike so many religious extremists, the sisters' god neither threatened nor damned any group. Immigration was a challenge to be faced and solved as equitably as possible.
Queen Elizabeth served the Commonwealth. Sister Mary Owen served the common health. The Queen has served faithfully, consistently, responsibly, day after day, year after year, with modest warmth and wisdom. So did the Sister. And the world changed around them both.
Nuns on tractors? Sounds a bit odd, but if a creative group of Roman Catholic sisters in Kentucky and neighboring states have their way, they and other religious orders can take leading roles in the world's growing movement for sustainable agriculture.