People Make a Difference

 For those who practice service, moments of reflection can come from the most unexpected situations. I couldn’t have guessed it myself, but barreling down a Philadelphia highway in a large van lovingly named “Orca” (as in the whale), hauling boxes of cakes, bread, and meat on a Wednesday morning (10 a.m., to be precise) is perhaps as good a time as any. I was joining a long-time volunteer of the St. Francis Inn, learning more about the essential task of donation pick-ups. As the situation allowed, he and I filled our time on the road with some conversation, sharing a bit about ourselves and our experiences. In passing, he mentioned a past job he was not initially drawn to, but over time became comfortable, then joyful, to have. He attributed [...]

September 21st, 2020|

The Gospel in Today’s World

Peace and Good everyone. To be honest, I had a very hard time trying to figure out what to send this week. There is a lot happening in the world and it would be irresponsible of me to ignore it. Growing up I struggled with my faith because I only saw religion as another classroom subject. When I started working in Faith Formation last year, I promised myself I would make the gospel come alive for my students and that I would make it more than a school subject. This week, more than ever, is a real opportunity for us to find the living Word of God. For this week’s reflection, I (with the help of some trusted educator friends) have carefully picked out various prayers and readings that [...]

September 7th, 2020|

Lovingly Arrive at His Feet

“Lovingly arrive at His feet.” – as seen on a Christian blog I latched on to this, knowing surrender was my weak spot and control was my best skill. But I wanted the peace that I saw so many others have. I wanted the graceful surrender and was up for the practice. So I set off thinking that this letting go would feel good. “Lovingly arrive at his feet” Ok. With love. With grace. With patience. I imagined I would learn to let go easily. I would learn to let go like I learned to say “mama.” It would just happen. I imagined I would learn to let go delicately, to be caught in strong arms. I was caught and His arms were strong, but it was not [...]

August 10th, 2020|

The Rhythm of the City

The music seemed to rise from the blades of grass. It moved in the sunlight that shone on Camden's streets and flooded our open windows and doorways. It danced with the breeze. Memorial Day had arrived, and the world cried out in joy. Its soundtrack was reggaeton.  The familiar beat accompanied by unfamiliar words began around 9 a.m. and continued throughout the day. I could hear it from my bed, at the kitchen table, by the mailbox at the front door and while I hung clothes from the line in the backyard. It was in the air, it was the air – made audible by a day too beautiful to be contained in silence. "KELLY," my roommate shouted from outside my window. I looked down on the backyard and [...]

August 10th, 2020|
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