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Living by Signs

L to R: Therese Wetta, Renee Kirmer, and JoAnn Mark, Circa 1980s

By Sister JoAnn Mark, ASC

Three years ago at this time, I made a decision to leave my life in Wichita for a challenge in New York where I knew no one. I had been on the board of a struggling nonprofit that was about to collapse unless someone did the hard work of pumping it with new life.

On Easter Sunday, April 5, 2015, I packed up the car and left all that was familiar —

Little Gestures Do Matter

By Sister Regina Siegfried, ASC

Efforts that help people and that recently have sprung up along the streets of my city show that small acts do matter.

IMG_0708Take for example, the Little Free Library, a worldwide movement of tiny neighborhood “libraries” that is based on the philosophy of “take a book; leave a book.” Each little library box is uniquely designed, placed and tended.  The ones I’ve seen have sprouted up along ordinary residential streets, full of a variety of adult and children’s books.

Although these little libraries are not substitutes for a full-service public branch,

Letters from Liberia

As busy as they were, and as tense as things were during Liberia’s civil war, the Adorer missionaries in that West African coastal country corresponded faithfully by handwritten letter to fellow sisters back home. We share excerpts from two letters Sister Barbara Ann Muttra wrote in what would be her last year of life. She always scribbled a smiley face next to her signature, no matter how tough things got.

Dec.  20, 1991
Ganta Leprosy Center
Monrovia, Liberia

Dear Toni,

Greetings with love for a Blessed Christmas!

Poem: Train Tracks

By Sister Marcia Kruse, ASC

I am Sister Marcia Kruse, ASC and have the privilege of living in Rome for a couple of years, where I have always dreamed of working. At my community’s request, I am learning to speak and translate Italian. Rome for me has been fertile ground for writing. I have all kinds of ideas and scraps of poems and homemade psalms.

Train tracks passed through our little town.
Once in a while a train.
It would blow its horn, but rarely stopped.
We played on the tracks,

Prayer for our World

By Sister Barbara Hudock, ASC

On Sunday, I woke up remembering those gathered on the bridge in Cleveland to show the power of love – a force against any violence that may unfold during this week’s Republican National Convention.

And I was reminded of our desire to bring peace and compassion to the world.

This week, as we remember the violence and grief that have struck our world once again …

  • Fatal police shootings of black men in Minnesota and Louisiana
  • Fatal shootings of police officers in Dallas,