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Sister Genevieve
A WOMAN FOR HER TIME... Sister Genevieve had no idea that the neighbourhood surrounding St Louise's would soon become a war zone. In fact, Catholic families would be routed out of their homes by Protestant bombs, street battles would rage between the IRA and British soldiers on patrol. West Belfast would go up in smoke, with her girls in the middle of it all. Many would lose their fathers to the army, to prison, or to the grave. But she would not lose them. Sister Genevieve confronted violence and loss in her homilies and prayers. She enabled her girls to put despair out of their minds. With strength and courage, she helped them rise above the Troubles. This is her story. ...AND FOR ALL TIME SISTER GENEVIEVE 'Movingly impressive... her remarkable story is well worth the telling.' Times Literary Supplement 'Rae shows real insight into the spiritual motivation that Genevieve drew from her religious life. He develops also an unusual understanding of the armed conflict that raged over West Belfast.' Tablet 'A biography of a little-known but remarkable woman... should be compulsory reading for everyone who has anything to do with education.' Mail on Sunday
My Sister, St. Thérèse
A little classic that is like a second Story of a Soul! Conversations, anecdotes of St. Therese, her teachings, hidden virtues, amusing remarks and beautiful death--recorded by be her sister Celine in the convent. Shows the "Little Way" in practice in daily life. A providential book! Impr. 280 pgs, PB
St. Thérèse of Lisieux Nietzsche Is My Brother
The author of this play, Sister Bridget Edman, is a Discalced Carmelite nun whose personal religious quest led her to the Carmelites in South Africa. She entered the Carmelite monastery in Johannesburg, and, when it closed, moved to the monastery in Cape Town. Sister Edman, who is concerned with the problem of faith, which problem is characteristic of modern humans, has written an article on John of the Cross and the Existentialists and another comparing John of the Cross with Kierkegaard. In Nietzsche is My Brother, she compares St. Therese of Lisieux with the philosopher Friedrich Nietzsche.For some years the mission of evangelization has extended itself to reach those who have usually been beyond the grasp of the Church. It has done so not to proselytize but in a new spirit of listening, of understanding, and of openness. Nietzsche is My Brother, which won first prize in the International Competition for Religious Drama, is filled with this spirit.
On the Crutches
I am the witness of my disability and I know how to be disabled. I know how to be stigmatized by the people whom you never did something wrong to them. I know how to live in discrimination because of the disability I never intended to have, but all those things are nothing because the only dangerous weapon that kills the expectations of any disabled person is the WORD that many people use; thinking that they are showing their kindness. Yet they do not know that they are killing the strength of mind of the disabled, they keep on using the word SHAME as if all is well to the disabled person. In actuality it is not good to be disabled. It is not magnificent to depend on somebodys kindness and willingness to quench your desire.
Oh, to Grace
Life is Filled with Decisions. Some significant. Some insigificant. Some momentous. Who to marry? Which job to take? Cream & sugar with your coffee, or drink it black? But is it possible that there are no insignificant decisions? Matt heaved a forkful of hay down just as the barn door opened, and a shadowed figure entered. He heard an unfamiliar cry of bewildered irritation that did not belong to one of his seven younger brothers or sisters. This was a woman's voice—young, and most definitely annoyed. In an instant, Matt was brushing hay off a young woman's shoulders. She wore a pale yellow dress dotted with yellow and green flowers with stylish puffed sleeves and a nipped-in waist that flattered her petite figure. Her red hair spilled out of its hair pins, leaving unruly curls all about her forehead. Matt was struck by the force of her beauty. The young woman blushed, then extended her hand. "I'm Anna, your brother Ernest's wife."
Passing Shadows
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Stone
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A Story of Courage
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