Guest blogger: Sister Sarah Hennessey Family life is messy. If you are part of a family you probably know what I mean. To be church is to be family. To me this means that we are more than some institution or club to belong to; as family we belong to each other. Our lives weave…
Compass by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey I’d like a compass with you to the north and my sister to the west. I’d keep it in my pocket and take it out when I can’t remember the skin I’m in or the rhythm of my song. To…
Posted by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey My dad taught me the subtle art of segues. As a child I would sit in his lap and watch him transition smoothly from one song to another as a volunteer radio disc jockey. Sliding the controls with his strong hands brought the rhythms of one jazzy beat…
Posted by guest blogger, Sister Sarah Hennessey A Story of Marta “I’m nervous because I’m here illegally.” Marta held out her arm for a blood pressure check. The nurse in the free clinic and I quickly reassured her that everything was confidential and she had nothing to fear. Marta continued, “I’m nervous because I am illegal…
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