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Items that belonged to Saint Mother Theodore adorn her writing desk in the shrine. [Today we are discussing “Journals and Letters“: page 78 to page 89 . Join us in reading a portion of Saint Mother Theodore Guerin‘s writings every week in the coming year.] Here’s my big confession: I am having a lot of trouble concentrating on this week’s reading assignment. I’ve read it, but I ‘m not really absorbing it enough to write something spectacular — not that my past writings...

...illness to address the needs of others, or we might say, “to be about the mission.” Last words Two days after this last letter was penned, Mother Theodore’s diary entry on March 17 records her last written words: “I am obliged to remain in bed. What a beautiful week [Holy Week] to be upon the cross! O good cross, I will love thee with all my heart!” Whenever I read these words I squirm a bit; I am certainly not...

...of calls from other sisters and other people to make sure I am OK. I thank God that I am safe and warm and I am praying for those less fortunate than myself, and those who are assisting them. I cannot even see out my windows to take pictures. Saturday afternoon: I spent most of the day making sure the Masses are covered for the weekend. All it all, it was a pretty quiet day. I stayed in my comfy...

...him this particular week. We scheduled the visit for Friday of the same week. During the visit he shared that he had been diagnosed with stomach cancer and had only months to live. He was also a primary caregiver for a young granddaughter which is why he didn’t go to the doctor sooner. I had never really heard him speak more than hello. But this particular afternoon he had much to share. And after an extended period of time, I asked...

...trip happen the weekend of September 11, and, honestly, it was the best weekend we ever had there together and we had many. We all did our best to focus on and cherish the amazing memories of that weekend as we all knew it was our last one together. But again, there was as usual, constant carbonated holiness. She even got her Sherman’s Ice Cream one last time and had no problem getting that down. She was able to see...

(Today we are discussing “Journals and Letters” pages 356-364. This is located in “Part VI: Later Letters (1846–1856)” starting with “To Sister Mary Xavier.” Join us in reading a portion of Saint Mother Theodore’s writings every week.) As usually happens, these few pages offer many words of wisdom from Mother Theodore. There is certainly more than enough for one blog. Merit of ministry The first letter to Sister Mary Xavier caught my attention for several reasons. I can remember when I was...

...old Model T truck, bought fruit and vegetables from local farmers and peddled them on two routes. At the end of every week, he took what he had left to the African American community not far from their home. Joann’s parents were Marguerite and John Quinkert. John was known as ‘Molly,’ an Irish term of endearment for ‘honey,’ his whole life. Joann’s parents were known as the ‘M & M’s’. Sister Joann grew up in a devout, close-knit Catholic family....

...of the modest beginnings of the shrine: “Soon not only the parishioners but other Romans from the surrounding country flocked to the shrine. Many graces and even miracles were attributed to the prayers said there, and ‘ex-voto’ offerings soon adorned the walls near the picture. The Barnabites recorded also that a great improvement could be seen in the morals of their parishioners.” In 1774, Pope Benedict XIV authorized the Confraternity of Our Lady of Providence. Pope Gregory XVI elevated it...

...Nancy Nolan. Pictured from left are Sisters Kevin Cafferty (RIP), Mary Loyola Bender, Nancy Nolan, Alma Marie Earus (RIP), Eileen Mary Cunningham (RIP), Patricia Marie Woods (RIP), Ann Veronica Wall (RIP) and Esther Marie Sullivan (RIP). Getting ready to partake of a Thanksgiving meal in the early 1980s at St. Joseph Convent, Quincy, Mass., are Sisters Mary Benita Taylor (RIP), Eileen Mary Cunningham (RIP) and Regina Garrity (RIP). A Thanksgiving celebration at St. Joseph Convent, Quincy, Mass., in early 1990....

...had a prayer book. We had a rosary. There were holy pictures around our house. In 1948, I was born. Three years later my brother was born. There were only two children in my family. My parents always talked about guardian angels with us. They would teach us to pray: “Thank you God.” There were pictures on a wall at our home. I always felt God was with us, with me. God is everywhere. My father and mother, when they...

...at Marywood School in Evanston, Illinois. Several times we would make the long, hot ride in the summer to see her at Saint Mary-of-the-Woods. Can you picture nine or 10 children with mother and father in a station wagon with no air conditioning, driving from Oak Park, Illinois, to Saint Mary-of-the-Woods in July? That speaks of the true devotion of my parents to my aunt for sure. And for me, it was God’s way of introducing me to my soon-to-be...

...mother’s heart medication. Several years later her mother followed her to the United States, and Martha continued to work in the fields. But though she had been in the country more than 20 years, Martha still didn’t speak English. “I didn’t have an opportunity to learn English. When I worked in the fields, I didn’t try to speak English. I had no opportunity to speak it,” Martha said. That’s where Providence in the Desert entered the picture and opened doors...