Reflections

"Read my child, Read." Remembering John Lewis.

In 1956 in a segregated elementary public school near Troy, Alabama some students decided to follow the advice of their elementary school teacher who often encouraged her students by saying to them “read, my child, read”.   One day, a few students from the school walked to the public library in town to get a library card to borrow some books.  Upon arrival, the students were told that blacks were not allowed to borrow books.  Congressman John Lewis who died on July 17, 2020 was among those students. He was one of those enthusiastic youths eager to learn and eager to follow the suggestion of their teacher. 

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In 2016, John Lewis was the recipient of the National Book Award for Young People’s Literature. (view the moment here) His first words into the microphone were “This is unreal”, then John proceeded with his acceptance speech.  He tearfully recounted the painful recollection from his youthful days when he and his friends were denied a library card to borrow books because of their colour. Congressman John Lewis worked with youth for several years. His awarded book was entitled March.   Writing the book fulfilled his dream of passing on to the next generation an event that changed a part of his own world. 

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John Lewis was a faith-filled man, committed to his country as Congressman for 17 terms from 1940 to his death.  A man, who from his youth, was inspired by Martin Luther King Jr and dedicated his life to encouraging, promoting, and protecting human rights.  He became known as one of the most courageous persons in the Civil Rights Movement.   

We remember Congressman John Lewis with his own words:

“I believe in freedom of speech, but I also believe that we have an obligation to condemn speech that is racist, bigoted, anti-semitic, or hateful.”  -John Lewis Walking in the Wind.

“Get in trouble, necessary trouble, and help redeem the soul of America.” 

“We are one people, one family, the human family, and what affects one of us, affects us all.”    -John Lewis, Across the Bridge 

 

 -Sister Mabel St. Louis, csj

 

Ahhh…The Rest Nest

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After three-and-a-half months of being grounded at the motherhouse in London, Ontario, four of us eager vacationers decided to honour our long-planned annual two weeks at the cottage and make a run for it.  No sooner was the trip confirmed than Sister Florian, a fine cook shifted into overdrive and baked enough cookies, muffins and loaves to last an entire summer.

On a bright sunny Monday, we headed first to Loblaws to pick up our pre-ordered groceries.  We were still in COVID daze and refraining from in-store shopping. Another restriction meant that we wouldn’t be leaving the Rest Nest area once we arrived there.  We had to ensure that we had enough supplies for the duration.

Upon unpacking our cache at our destination, we were relieved to learn that we had planned well, even if we were short on tomatoes and long on brown bread.

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How relaxing it was to venture down the long, steep stairway to test the sparkling Lake Huron water and to sit in the shade of the leafy maples at the top of the hill.  There was treasured time for meditating, reading, or just “being” under bright blue skies where warm sunshine caressed us on every side.

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We are all good cooks, so lingering at the table enjoying tasty meals was the norm.  Sr. Mary Raphael loves being sous-chef and like kids at an earlier age, we took turns doing the dishes.  Sr. Kathy brought a Canadian-themed jigsaw puzzle in a nod to Canada Day.  However, 1,000 tiny pieces were a challenge. One evening, as I was reading in my cozy room, a muffled roar arose from the first floor, followed by another outburst several minutes later.  Another elusive piece of the puzzle had been found!  Concerning other leisure activities, we were not much quieter playing cards.

Thus, ensued our lazy, hazy, precious holidays of summer.   Before we were ready, the calendar signaled it was time to head back to the city.  Returning home is also a joy.  Always, we are welcomed warmly as we embrace the shelter of each other and resume our duties with love and renewed energy.

-Sister Jean Moylan, csj

St. Joseph's Day

“We Are Called By Your Name: We Are Daughters of Your Own”1

                  St. Joseph

                             Carpenter

                             Just man

                            Chosen by God

                            Protector of Mary and Jesus

                            Faithful and Humble

                            Content with the Ordinary

                            Our Community Patron

 

  1. Words from Joseph Was a Carpenter, by Sr. Margaret Keller, CSJ, 1972