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The Mysterious Journey

As a teenager I browsed whatever reading materials were left around my home: Sunday newspapers th

Border People Dream Too

In the 1980s before the onset of cheap air fares and the free movement of people introduced by the European Union Irish immigrants in London were…

Compassionate Mission

I still have vivid memories of my first awakening in Lima, Peru, on June 24, 1971.

The Joy of a Different Vantage Point

"What do you know about Ireland?" I asked the third grade class that was excited to have just lea

Be My Feet and Be My Hands

I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my m

Breaking the Bonds of Poverty

My name is Sr.

Thief

It was about three in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

Why is That Day Called "Good" Friday?

In my early days as a missionary in Fiji, I worked mainly among the Hindu Indo-Fijians around the

Resilience Admidst Suffering

In the history of human life suffering is what every person will encounter in their lifetime.

Glimmers of Light

When I was sixteen years old, my father was diagnosed with cancer and died ten weeks later.