Thursday, August 25, 2011

Perpetual Vows, July 30, 2011



On July 30,2011 I was finally able to say yes to God forever. My journey with the Sisters of the Incarnate Word and Blessed Sacrament took a little over 13 years. I met the IWBS Sisters when I was 19 years old, rather insecure and frightened when contemplating such a big plan of God for my life.
 
 
My years of formation were long but blessed. There were many moments when I doubted that I had what it takes to be a Sister of the Incarnate Word, but I never, ever doubted that God wanted me. I just doubted my ability. God, however, carried me through, and on July 30, I responded to God: "Yes, I want to be yours forever!"


It is amazing how I have changed through the years. I started this blog as a postulant and I have journeyed through postulancy, novitiate, temporary and now final vows.
A dear friend of mine once asked me: "How is your life going to change?" And many times I have not been able to answer, but I think that this time I have my response:
 
 
Jeanne Chezard de Matel, our foundress, once heard from Jesus and recorded it in her journal: "I have made you a crystal, but remember that you are as fragile as glass. You make me known because your childlike simplicity renders you transparent. I reveal myself through you like a mirror. You have seen how I have placed you like a crystal vase upon the altar...your should be a transparent crystal wherein I wish to dwell. " (Complete Works 1, Autobiography, p.401)

I want to become a crystal vase. That my life may be so transparent that others may see Christ and not me. That I may be a place where Christ
chooses to dwell.
 
 
 
May my life be an extension of the Incarnation so that I may become, like thousands of others before me, an authentic Gospel of Love.


Praised be the Incarnate Word!

Tuesday, July 19, 2011

How to translate a medical document and babysit at the same time?






















Help a 7 year old make a pillow and let her stuff it for the longest time. When done, close stitch it for her.



















Then, teach her how to make a scarf with a wonderful michael's device called the knitting loom....let her do it and then undue it until she gets it right while you translate.


















When done, sign the documents and have them ready at about the same time that your charge is picked up.





Voila!


Thursday, April 21, 2011

Holy Thursday


I made bread today for Holy Thursday's supper at home. I tried a new recipe and prayed...and it worked.

Here are the ingredients if anyone is interested:


ITALIAN CHEESE BREAD RING

Bread:
4 1/2 to 5 1/2 cups of flour
1/4 cup sugar
1 1/2 teaspoon salt
1 1/2 tablespoons of yeast
1 cup pf milk
1 cup of water
1/2 cup of butter
2 eggs
2 tablespoons sesame seeds


Filling:
1 cup of shredded mozzarella cheese
1/2 teaspoon dried Italian seasoning
1/4 teaspoon garlic powder
1/4 softened butter


1 Corinthians 11: 23-26

Brothers and Sisters:



I received from the Lord what I also handed on to you,

that the Lord Jesus, on the night that he was handed over,

took bread, and, after he had given thanks,

broke it and said, "This is my body that is for you.

Do this in memory of me."...for as often as you eat this bread and drink this cup

you proclaim the death of the Lord, until he comes.



This reading always humbles me, that Jesus is concerned about his disciples. That he doesn't want to leave them alone. And so, on his last day with them, he feeds them ad washes their feet. How humbling. Because sometimes, when everything piles up, when I feel that I can no longer keep on going, I feel like hiding, like running away, and I forget those I love, at least for that moment.

But Jesus reminds me to be a servant, to be a good teacher, to keep on giving until I have nothing else. Our foundress, Jeanne Chezard de Matel said that we should love with a love that never says enough. I will pray these days for the strenght to become like the one I love.

Happy Triduum. May these holiest of days allow you to be transformed so that like Jesus, we can give ourselves to others unconditionally, to become one with others.

May all of us become Eucharist. That is my prayer.

Happy Easter.

Thursday, October 07, 2010

Mi bicicleta Olivia



Esta es mi bicicleta Olivia. Olivia nacio en Nottingham, Inglatera mas o menos en los sesentas. No estoy segura cuando exactamente.


Olivia me lleva a trabajar fielmente. Le gusta pasar por el parquecito camino a la academia San Jose. Le gusta ir porque le caen bien mis alumnos. En las mananas, cundo los alumnos llegan, la saludan haciendo sonar su claxon y Olivia se rie y su risa suena ring-ring.






A Olivia le gusta visitar un taller de bicicletas en Mexico. No es como el taller de bicicltas de aqui. No, este taller tiene personalidad. Las bicicletas que Olivia ha conocido tienen mas o menos su edad y puede platicar de cosas de su epoca.




Este taller tiene accesorios que le gustan a Olivia, y yo se los compro porque no son muy caros. Los del taller de aqui no pueden comprarse, etonces la consiento cuando vamos de visita. Y me agradece con su voz de ring- ring.

En ese taller conoci al dueno. Un Senor, ya grande, pero con mucho amor por las bicicletas. Sobre todo la bicicleta popular, la del pueblo. A Olivia y a mi nos da gusto que existan talleres como esos donde bicicletas antiguas y cansadas puedan renovarse y sentirse bellas de nuevo.
A mi tambien me gusta ver como las bicicletas se renuevan. Me gusta ver a la gente del puebo. Me gusta escuchar las historias de la gente. Del numero de kilometros que viajan todos los dias para llegar a su trabajo. Y cargando tuvos y herramientas para su trabajo. Esas parrillas que venden en ese taller pueden sostener un elefante!
En fin, con gusto presentamos, Olivia y yo, al Taller de Bicicletas Royal. Ella y yo somos clientes especiales. Gracias, Mexico. (Olivia dice ring- ring)












Friday, September 24, 2010

Flooding in Mexico




There has been a lot of rain in the area these last days. Last Sunday I went to the Mexican side to visit relatives. On the way back, trying to come home, the rain stopped me. I didn't mind getting wet, but no car could go through that amount of water.





There's over one thousand people homeless. The water has gone down but their houses are ruined, there's mud and mosquitoes.


Please pray for the people in Mexico and for an end to violence along the border towns.



Tuesday, August 17, 2010

Bread for the Journey



Give us this day our daily bread...Mark 6:11

Just like the Jews waited for the manna in the desert, as Christians we know that our heavely Father will provide for our needs. "Look at the birds of the sky, they do not sow or reap or store away in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them. Are you not much more valuable than they? "Mt 6:26




Making bread has become a passion of mine. It was in my bucket list. The first attemps were succesful, others were not. I performed a reversed miracle, I turned the bread into stone! Those failures taught me a few things, especially that I must be patient and that I must have the right intention. Too soft kneading, to much kneading, no, just the right kind of kneading.



The dough has been kind to me. It has shown me that if I work at it, if I intend to use it to feed people, it will show me how to get it right. In bread making the right touch is important. The right intention is too. The bread that one buys at the store, for example, never tastes as good as home made bread.


The art of bread making is ancient. The Jews for examplemake bread without yeast in remembrance of the years in the desert. Bread is important in almost every culture. There is something to say for bread that feeds the body and the soul. This is the Bread that nourishes me, it expands in my soul the way yeast expands in the flour. But yet yeast without flour is no good. I have the bread, I need the hunger.




When I make bread I pray for the people that will be eating it. It becomes a meditartion as I slowly and carefully knead the dough. I especially enjoy making bread for the Agape meal in Holy Week.




I love all the biblical images in the bible about bread. "The Kingdom of Heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed into a large amount of flour until it worked all through the dough." Mt 13:33



The pictures of this bread show a bread I make, I do not know what to call it. It is a sweet yeast bread filled with apples, raisins, nuts and other things. It was good. But there is an even better bread. The Bread of Life.

As Sisters of the Incarnate Word daily Eucharist is a must. We have the privilege the receive the bread of life everyday. That is the Bread that fills us. The Bread that sustains our life as Religious.
We ask God everyday, "give us this day our daily bread" but, are we becoming bread ourselves?

Saturday, May 15, 2010

Oblate Trail Ride




The Oblate Trail Ride is a bicycle tour that follows along Military Highway in Brownsville. This is the area that the Oblates of Mary Immaculate traveled by horseback more than 100 years ago in order to provide spiritual and material help to the remote communities of the Rio Grande Valley.







There were 12, 25, 50, 62.5 and 115 miles. I only biked to the 12 mile stop. It was fun...and a bit painful since I am not a sports bike rider, I only ride to work and back. However, there was something beautiful happening inside me. At some point I was so tired (since I rode my princess bike, not really made for long rides) and I prayed. I said to those holy men "Come on Brother Oblates, you know what a sore butt feels like, help a Sister!" And I felt a surge of energy that allowed me to continue to mile 12.

The route was so long that I couldn't believe the Oblates traveled it by horseback in order to celebrate Mass. Those were holy men of God with hearts of gold. May God continue to bless the Oblates and may he grant them many vocations.


After this route I promised myself to go biking along that route more often. And next year, if I can get a hold of a road bike, the other cyclist will know that God is on my side (God is always here, they just couldn't tell because they went zoom! and were gone.) Seriously, I ate their dust. So, hopefully next year I will go to mile 50.
It was fun. God bless the Oblates!