Cenacle Journal
Posted in Darkness on Aug 6th, 2005
Because Carol, the homeless woman, is outside most of the time, Sister Elizabeth gave her a sunhat. She left very pleased with the hat, but a couple of blocks from here, her bicycle hit a slick spot on the road, and she fell. The hat landed a little distance from her. As she was scrambling [...]
My great-grandmother was inclined to see spirits. One afternoon, on an otherwise ordinary day, she glimpsed one that was casting a baleful eye on her small grandson (my mother’s brother). Consequently, like any good grandmother, she took action. “Run, Baby, run!” she yelled from the porch. “Run, Baby, run!”I have an image of little Robert [...]
When I saw the storm looming up ahead of us at midday on the Florida Turnpike, I stopped to take a picture. Sister Elizabeth and I were returning from the Cenacle in Lantana where she had given a weekend retreat to about fifty women. Although we had run in and out of rain all day, [...]
Last week my brother and sister-in-law, who live in Orange Park, flew to Gainesville and picked me up for a trip to Panama City to visit an uncle who is very ill. Although I have flown many times in small aircraft — before I entered the Cenacle, my brother gave me a few flying lessons [...]
Posted in Comfort, Darkness, Death, Suffering on Feb 20th, 2005
Years ago, “in between church jobs”, as she puts it, Sister Elizabeth was working as a nurse in a chronic diseases hospital in Massachusetts. One of the patients she was caring for was a man who had on his back a sore that went all the way to the bone and from which he was [...]
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