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Back to Liberia

By Cheryl Wittenauer

Five missionaries in their Liberia home

We go in twos to try to understand the impact of the five.

Two Adorers, two ASC Associates and two Newman University students are traveling to Liberia on a pilgrimage that marks the 25th anniversary of the death of our five missionary sisters in October 1992.

Two were ambushed on a road they traveled on Oct. 20 that year. Three others were shot to death three days later in front of their convent.

For long-suffering Liberians,

My Brother, the Cardinal

To the world, he’s Blase Cardinal Cupich, the ninth archbishop of the Archdiocese of Chicago, appointed two years ago by Pope Francis.

But to Kathy Schulte and her seven other siblings, he’s just Blase, the “ornery” brother who teased his five sisters, shared a room with three brothers and delivered newspapers after school.

Kathy, administrative assistant and IT contact at the Wichita Center, traveled to Rome last month with 62 other relatives and friends to mark her brother’s elevation to cardinal.

cupich“People ask us all the time, ‘how does it feel to have a cardinal in the family?’” she said.

That ‘Beautiful Order’ of Ordinary Time

By Sister Janet McCann, ASC

A few years back, I was teaching a 6th-grade religion class at an inner-city Catholic school with students from a variety of faith traditions. The topic was the liturgical year, and in particular, the colors associated with each season of the liturgical calendar.

During our discussion, Franklin, one of the students said, “Sister Janet, since this is a Catholic school, I think our uniforms should reflect the liturgical seasons.”As he pointed to his green shirt, he continued, “Right now, we are in Advent, but we are wearing Ordinary Time.”

Why the Adorers? Something Just Felt Right

By Sarah Harbaugh, candidate with the Adorers of the Blood of Christ

As I explained in my blog post last month, my attending a Theology on Tap proved to be a pivotal moment in my journey of discerning a religious vocation. I had gone with the hope of meeting other young adults. But no one else showed up and the presenter spoke about vocations. Suddenly, that little voice inside that I had been trying to squelch demanded to be heard.

I finally told myself I would discern whether I had a religious vocation,