Has Anyone Seen Jesus?

Five of us living here in the house were on a zoom birthday call on Dec. 28th for one of the Sisters. During that conversation, we learned that the baby Jesus was missing from our Christmas nativity scene. Well, we were thrown into lockdown here at the Residence so suddenly, that EVERYTHING was locked in the position it was at the time of our lockdown announcement - 2 p.m. on Christmas Eve!  Consequently, no one knew where the baby was, awaiting his appearance to happen later that evening.

On Christmas Eve., after supper, the baby Jesus is usually put in place in a lovely crib ceremony that takes place in the main foyer of the Residence(pictured above). As a last ditch effort to have a “body” in the crib, some creative Sister quickly borrowed a doll from our Care Wing, intending to plop it in the crib. It is quite a large item, way out of proportion to the crib! Your imagination can picture the scene…

On the birthday zoom call, we learned that the person who had put Jesus in a drawer, revealed his whereabouts!   He was carefully being stored until the appropriate time for his appearance.

To this moment, I have no idea whether the baby Jesus is in the crib or not, since we are still in our rooms in lockdown for a few more days.

The possible lesson from this crib snatching?

1.     The person of Jesus can come to us in all shapes and sizes, if only we have eyes to see.

2.    Jesus may seem to be missing, but in reality is present in new ways unimagined before, as is evident in a lockdown.  This pandemic has taught the Global family one key lesson: WE ARE ALL IN THIS TOGETHER. Hopefully we can begin to live in this new awareness..

Baby Jesus, finally in the manger at our Residence, Christmas 2021

3.    How many alerts do we need to wake up to the fact that we are called to change in how we see, think and act as a GLOBAL FAMILY?

Sequel to this story?  Success! Jesus has been found. How have you found Him during this lockdown?

-Sister Kathleen Lichti

Beginning 2022

While enjoying my morning coffee, half listening to the television, my attention was caught by the tagline in an Audi commercial: Reflect on the past. Celebrate the future.

It is a tradition in my congregation to set aside the last day of the year as a retreat day. I found myself wondering, how might my end of the year thoughts be shaped by reflecting upon the slogan: “Reflect on the past. Celebrate the future.” Looking back upon 2021, what might I discover about myself? What insights or lessons of 2021, might I uncover and so personally or communally claim? Furthermore, looking forward to the year ahead, what might I wish to achieve so that I might celebrate? What personal hopes do I hold? What prayers do I wish to say for my friends, my congregation, and the earth community as we continue to encounter the challenges and uncertainties of this ever- changing pandemic.

As one year ends and another year begins, I offer to you the buzzwords of the Audi commercial as food for your own thoughts as we take leave of 2021 and step into 2022.

Sister Nancy Wales, csj

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A Gift of Love

As I prayed this morning my heart was filled with love and wonder as I reflected on Karen’s Christmas card this year.

She lost her job at 62. With her age against her she searched to find anything. I was given the job to pray for a miracle.

Finally, she was hired on in a cafeteria at a university.  There were no tips there.

With gratitude in her heart to God for this lifeline, she wrote in her Christmas card, “your gift this year is a sleeping bag I bought and donated to the homeless”.

I saw Jesus blessing her as she stood with the poor widow offering her gift, all she had to live on.

May we all feel so called to give generously this Christmas, and beyond.

Sister Ann Marshall, csj

Winter Solstice

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The seasons turn and we notice the days shorten and shadows lengthen earlier. It is approaching the time of the Winter Solstice, a time of deepest darkness when we huddle around our families and warm fires. But it is also a special time when we see brightest stars and wonder is awakened again.

It is the time in its journey when the earth is tilted the furthest from the sun. The Solstice marks the shortest day of our year and is celebrated on December 21, the first day of winter. The days gradually lengthen after this moment in universe time. It is the seasonal rhythm of earth, seeking balance and harmony through the turn of seasons. There is its counterpart, the Summer Solstice, the longest day of the year. At the marks of the fall and spring we the season’s change once more, and it is the Autumn and Spring Equinox, equal time of day and night calling us to balance and re-centering in the energies of light and dark.

“It is precious time for being within and seeking the Creator of all being and life nestled in solstice time.”

These seasonal markers of earth have been celebrated by millennia of human ancestors. For the Celts, the calendar was marked by the solstices and equinoxes, marking the Quarter Days. Traditionally our pagan ancestors celebrated this time to pray for the sun with its life and light to return. We often associate “pagan” with a people without faith and the true light. Yet in the origin of word “pagan,” we find beneath its layers of history that it is derived from “people of the woods or people of the land.” Originally a term of disparagement from those who were “civilized.” Yet it is something to ponder in this wintertime, for we have lost our connection to nature. Although we might not follow the pagan traditions that evolved, there is something to recover in our relationship to nature. For we have largely lost our intimate connections with the natural world, for with our technologies and power we feel self-sufficient. Our ancient ancestors knew they needed the earth, to listen to is rhythms and to honour the ways of the universe.

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The word solstice itself is from the Latin sol “sun” and sistere “to stand still.” The sun seems to stand still, its movement invisible. It reminds us, though to take moments of “standing still,” contemplative space for pondering meaning and place in our hearts and lives. The season of winter calls us to a different way of being, apart from the busy rush of long days of light inviting glad work and happy projects. All now lies dormant as the fields rest and the forest quietens to usher in this sacred time of letting go and renewing of peace and inner life. Beneath the soils there is a waiting, a becoming unseen and yet present, awaiting its wakening when the time is right, and the seasons turn once more. It is precious time for being within and seeking the Creator of all being and life nestled in solstice time.

-Sister Linda Gregg, csj