It has been a harrowing week in which to be a woman... and a humbling month in which to be a religious. From Myanmar we have seen images and short videos of sisters acting as human shields, pleading with armed soldiers and offering their own lives in place of the protesters. These were shared on social media along with appreciative, glowing words about nuns, which I read with a mixture of pride and unease. I can feel proud to share a sisterhood with these unbelievably brave, faith-filled women, but also humbled by them. I know my limitations; I doubt I would ever have the courage, or the generous, selfless love, to do as they did.
Instead, all I can do is what I did last night. I can pray, gathering us all into the open Heart of God... and I can love; always, I can choose to love... and I can be alongside other women in their - in our - pain, and in our collective vulnerability and strength.