How fitting it is that God's best gift to me in my ministerial life as a Catholic sister is now, at the end. I am 71 years old and have had the privilege and joy of being present among the transgender community since 1999.
Ven. Dr. Pannavati is both contemplative and empowered for compassionate service. She just returned from South India where she established the first nunnery for "Untouchables," and she told me about the urgent need for support for girls and women.
In the new year, I expect further diplomatic breakthroughs. I strongly suspect that by next Christmas we may see the Catholic Church enjoying normalized relations with the Chinese government.
Women religious as well as their colleagues and friends will find in the report a fair depiction of the state of Catholic sisters in the United States.
The church's challenge now is to deal with the hurt that erupted when the church's call for visitations seemed to disregard what tens of thousands of nuns accomplished both in the past and today.
Buddhist nuns are everywhere among the streets of Myanmar -- of all different ages, some as young as 5. Dressed in pink loose-fitting shirts and pants with orange scarves, they have shaved heads and rely on alms to pay for their schooling, food, housing, and other basic needs.
Nuns deserve recognition for the things they have accomplished. They are on the front-lines of social justice every single day. They are brilliant women with PhDs who have run colleges and hospitals. This show is only going to serve to drag their vocation through the mud.
I'm continually engulfed in modern day life with beeps, vibrations, commercials, news feeds -- a variety of attacks on all my senses. Yet, silence's mystifying self still delicately reaches for my curious heart.
From my experiences at these various monasteries, I found that it wasn't until I sat through these things in silence and space that I could reach a much deeper and often darker place of self-discovery, which led and still leads me to more of my true self.
My mom had been raised Catholic but in the years since divorcing my dad (and also apparently after having a night of steamy baby-making with a mystery man), she had become a born-again Catholic.
Every Sunday, the Grace Gratitude Buddhist Temple opens its doors to its congregation for prayers and to partake in a healthy, vegetarian meal.
This chapter profiles Sister Jeannine Gramick, who has dedicated her life to fighting for the rights of gays and lesbians in the Catholic Church despite repeated censures from the Vatican for her activities.
It's not the right of the fetus to life that really drives them. It is their belief that woman who have sex for pleasure should bear the "consequences" of their decision. The hostility is tangible -- I have the hate-tweets to prove it.
The election of Pope Francis and early indications that he wasn't a business-as-usual pontiff was greeted with great hope that he signaled if not a revolution, at least a major leap forward for the church. One group of Catholics seems conspicuously absent from the pope's reform agenda: women.
Sister Christa-Maria extolled the benefits of their chocolate business identifying something very feminine about chocolate, something specific to the taste, something about the look. It fits better with women, she thinks.
A former Roman Catholic nun, a friend of mine, is now an Episcopal priest in Los Angeles. Anne Tumilty is rector of St. James' Church, South Pasadena. Years ago we interacted without quite realizing it.