La versión en español está disponible aquí. Last week my mother died unexpectedly. She was 86 years old, and had struggled with Alzheimer/dementia for the last 12 years. This sickness advances slowly and gradually, and little by little family and…
This year, there were many opportunities to commemorate the 500th anniversary of the Reformation: Worship services, lectures, conferences, and multiple books, blogs, and columns. But now that the 500th anniversary of the Reformation has passed, what is next? Now what?
Can we feel that there are human beings, very close to us, created in God’s image, who are being buried? If we cannot, perhaps we need to be silent and attentive in order to listen to their stories of suffering due to spiritual, social, economic, and/ or physical conditions that are foreign to us.
On the one hand, I experienced the guilt of surviving Hurricane Harvey, and on the other, the guilt of surviving harsh immigration laws.
For me, anxious dreams represent a call to change. But change is hard. Change is difficult because it involves hard work — a multistep process that must be surrounded by prayer and discernment.
A mentorship relationship is a gift that makes us better people because it involves sacred moments of trust, belief, generosity and empowerment.
While it is true that saying “no” may be risky, and may bring unexpected consequences, learning to say “no” is very important. It will help us to set healthy boundaries and to avoid draining and/or abusive personal, professional, or ministerial relationships.
Graduations are memorable and joyful experiences. Graduations are sad, too, however, as I realize that these students will not walk the halls and the classrooms of the university again on a daily basis. So I find myself with mixed feelings of celebration as well as grief.
La versión en español está disponible aquí. Last month was the spring board meeting of the Latina Leadership Institute, the organization that I co-founded, and which I serve as executive director. A few days prior to this event, I sat…