Past Magazine Stories

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

It was about three in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

My name is Sr.

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

Now that I'm home, I realized I do not have a room to call my own. My room is the bag I carry on my back every time I move from one mission to another.

I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my ministry with asylum seekers.

The Columban missionaries began their work in Peru in 1951 and continue working throughout the country today.

Cricket is played everywhere in Pakistan. On streets, in parks and wherever there is an area big enough for the game. People of all classes and faiths play it.

When I instructed catechumens in Japan, I spent the first year dealing with ordinary catechetical matters. After Baptism we studied St. Luke's Gospel and Acts.

The Columban missionaries staffed the three parishes on Amakusa Island in Kumamoto Prefecture, Japan, from 1950 through 1997.

We all marvel at the deep and simple wisdom children hold in their hearts and on their lips.

Fr.