Chiara, Lady of Light

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Upon a darkened night the flame of love was burning in my breast And by a lantern bright I fled my house while all in quiet restShrouded by the night and by the secret stair I quickly fled The veil concealed my eyes while all within lay quiet as the dead ~ "The Dark Night of the Soul," John of the Cross, adapted by Loreena McKennittAfter a week of wrangling over the role of women religious in the Church, it comes as blissful relief to celebrate the Feast of my favorite woman … [Read more...]

Of Divine Bondage: When the Ties of Religion Unravel

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Blest be the tie that binds Our hearts in Christian love; The fellowship of kindred minds Is like to that above . . .Two stories I was too dumbfounded by to blog about last night, and the tie that (pun intended) binds them.Story 1: Sr Joan Chittister, OSB, is interviewed by CNN's Christiane Amanpour. The piece, as Diane at Te Deum notes, epitomizes everything that is wrong with the media coverage of the CDF-LCWR interaction, and with the GPS system of the bus the LCWR sisters are … [Read more...]

Is There Healing for the Dialogue of the Deaf?

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Ouch. What a morning.So far I have already: Missed a meeting that I have inexplicably had in my calendar for two weeks as being scheduled for this afternoon, when it was this morning at 9:30---in Cincinnati. Been told that my post on St Patrick's Purgatory represents the worst of the "world-rejecting" worst of Irish Jansenism. (Yup. That's me. If it's a choice between the world and a place of pilgrimage, prayer, and penitence, I'm kicking the world to the curb.¬†Especially this morning.) … [Read more...]

On Fire: St Barbara, MoDowd, Sr Farley and the Grand Inquisitor

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The day began with fire.I smelled smoke at 4 a.m. and walked outside to see billowing grey clouds reflecting two-story flames and full of lightning flashes, just half a block away. Burned power lines cracked like rifleshot. Sparks and pieces of burning roof tar paper sailed toward me on the wind. I swear I saw a bird on fire, furiously beating wings of flame. In the predawn darkness, I prayed a storm novena (9 consecutive seconds of very intense prayer, a devotion I learned from my … [Read more...]


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