Cars that didn’t make it lie tipped in the ditches. There are no lights, no bridges, no people to help. Only rainforest, and mud. Our Sister Dorothy was shot on this road. Our Sister Jane walks here still.
…" she had said, and was rescued into new life. Then, again, she fell into the old one. She lied, she shoplifted, she stole. Soon she was pitched into jail. "I am worthless," she thought. "Even to God I am worthless."
Join Sister Mary Ann Barnhorn as she shares the gift of Notre Dame Spirituality in her monthly message.
“Blessed is that servant whom the Lord finds awake when he knocks at the gate.”
When we are expecting the arrival of a loved one, all our senses are on high alert.
Lord, throughout the day, how often do I miss the sound of your knocking on my heart?