Guest Commentary

Some time ago, I was introduced to the activity of geocaching. One of the Sisters with whom I lived was an avid geocacher and adventurer.

Miracles. Whenever I hear that word, I associate it with some Biblical passage like Moses parting the Red Sea or Jesus raising folks from the dead, cleansing those with leprosy, restoring sight to the blind and on and on.

Confession time. When I was in college, I needed to attend a class to update my lifeguarding certification.

Years ago, when I was dating, I was told by an elder within my family that, in marriage, one does not only marry the individual, but their “entire” family as well.

Many, many years ago, I was staying at my uncle’s summer house at the beach on the Long Island sound. This was perhaps the third or fourth time that I had the privilege of staying at a beach house.

Several years ago, I had the privilege of traveling to Italy with my sister and our mutual friend.

We find ourselves in the midst of Advent and immediate preparation for Christmas. Advent is a season in which we reflect on the past experiences of those who await the coming of the Promised One as well as those who were chosen by God to be His Son’s earthly parents.

Many years ago, one of my teacher colleagues touched me deeply with her story.  You see, in her own words, she was a true ugly duckling.

It never ceases to amaze me how the Holy Spirit teaches me through everyday experiences. Recently, He “spoke” to me through the words of Sacred Scripture. In the morning reading for Mass that day, I read, “For we are God’s co-workers; you are God’s field, God’s building.” (1 Cor 3:9)

During the years I taught in a classroom, I became aware that if I was going to teach my students, I had to know how they thought.