Reflections

Beginning 2020

By Sister Vicki Bergkamp, ASC

A new year, a new decade awaits us. More than at any time of the year, we usually pause to make intentions of how we want to change at this time in our life.

We can state the change, the result, but we often struggle to know how we will bring this change into our lives. Change is often much harder than it looks. Many good intentions fall away very soon. I think the challenge is to keep trying rather than giving up. Think of a child learning to walk.

I Want a Hippopotamus for Christmas

By Sister Mary Catherine Clark, ASC

In 1953, 10-year-old child star, Gayla Peevey, popularized the Christmas novelty song, “I Want a Hippopotomus for Christmas,” which shot to No. 24 on Billboard magazine’s pop chart. Growing up, I loved that song.

I was recently introduced to Postmodern Jukebox and its version of this popular song. Instead of a child singing her desire, a now-grown woman sings this with deeper longing.

When the song was revived, I was taken by it immediately. While many Christmas songs have lyrics that are worth pondering for their deeper truth,

Shepherds Among Us

By Sister Vicki Bergkamp, ASC

The shepherds of the Christmas story have always fascinated me.  I lived on a farm and liked to be outside, so I knew that one had to care for the animals. The care they needed was not just during working hours. You had to think and plan ahead to make sure they were okay 24 hours a day. Being out alone in the fields fascinated me also, although I was always able to think about that lying in a nice warm bed!

The shepherds could not know what was going on that holy night,

December Musings

By Sister Mary Shaw

December is filled with waiting, wonder and wondrous moments but, there are also haunting, nostalgic feelings that accompany it. For a brief time fighting seems to stop and the world seems to be one.

A few years ago, Johnny Mathias sang the song, When a Child is Born and its lyrics went like this: A ray of hope flickers in the sky
A tiny star lights up way up high
All across the land, dawns a brand new morn
This comes to pass when a child is born.

It’s More Than a Laundromat

By Sister Regina Siegfried, ASC

Every second Thursday of the month, a handful of cheerful church volunteers gathers at a local laundromat that doubles as the “Church of the Suds of Love.”

I’m part of a crew from St. Vincent de Paul parish in St. Louis that helps homeless and other poor people get their laundry done for free. It’s one of several ways our parish reaches out to people in need of basic services.

On one such evening, I leaned against the counter to chat with Roz, the wife of Jerry,