March/April 2017

Now that I'm home, I realized I do not have a room to call my own. My room is the bag I carry on my back every time I move from one mission to another.

I started to write these two poems last year during a workshop training on poetry writing in my ministry with asylum seekers.

"What do you know about Ireland?" I asked the third grade class that was excited to have just learnt that I was from there. "St.

In my early days as a missionary in Fiji, I worked mainly among the Hindu Indo-Fijians around the town of Labasa.

In the history of human life suffering is what every person will encounter in their lifetime.

Ethnic Indian people are traditionally obsessed with matters of pollution and purity. Purity is a central value in the culture. The caste system in India is based on this…

I still have vivid memories of my first awakening in Lima, Peru, on June 24, 1971.

It was about three in the afternoon on a Tuesday.

My name is Sr.

When I was sixteen years old, my father was diagnosed with cancer and died ten weeks later.