She was Martin Luther’s wife. After their wedding, she was also referred to as, “die Lutherin” (“the Lutheress”). Following her mother’s death, when she was three, her father placed her in the cloister of Marienthron. She was there until she was 18. Soon, she began to feel like a prisoner and when Luther’s Reformation preaching found… Read More Katarina von Bora
When John Mason Neale founded the Sisterhood of St. Margaret to care for the sick, he was met with opposition from church members. They attempted to thwart his efforts to alleviate the misery of the poor, many of whom died unattended. He was accused of returning to Roman Catholicism because of the nuns. They threatened… Read More Remembered Today
He had no doubt now that Sister Augustin was the one who told Father Schmidt about Monifa and him. Many times he could feel her eyes on him and when he turned to look at her, she quickly averted her gaze. And she avoided him. On one occasion during recess when he was talking to… Read More A Thorn in His Side
Someone had left a newspaper clipping on the floor outside of his office. Father Kiesler picked it up and read the newspaper article on Father Schmidt. It spoke of all he had done for the community and for St. Albertus Magnus, the co-ed boarding school where students were taught by both resident priests and nuns.… Read More A Curious Discovery
It was a bright sunny Sunday morning when she arrived at the church. Mass had just finished and Father O’Reilly was talking to the parishioners as they filed out of the church. He looked very distinguished and stately in the green robe. She would always be grateful to him because it was on account of… Read More The First Time
“Grandma, why do people call you eerie Siri?” “I guess it’s because they think I’m strange.” “Strange in what way?” “It think it’s because of my right eye.” “You can’t help that.” “I know, Baby but that’s how folks are. They get scared when they see something they don’t like or don’t understand. Don’t let… Read More Afternoon Tea with Mrs. Siri
Zendaya sat on one of the stones in the woods that she sometimes cut through on her way to and from the market. It was quiet, looked a bit eerie but she didn’t mind it. Most people avoided coming here but not her. She wasn’t afraid. She felt that God would protect her anyway. It… Read More Zendaya Leaves
I’m an only child. I was 12 years old when my mother died. My father was devastated. A Catholic priest told him that I would be better off living in an Italian orphanage where I would have a good Christian education. The father believed him because he was a priest. He was a missionary sent… Read More Makena’s Story
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