Author: Jim Naughton

When a child of fifteen years, my feelings were deeply stirred by learning that an old lady, a dear friend of mine, was to be turned from her home and the bulk of her property taken from her. Her husband died suddenly, leaving no will. The law would allow her but a life interest in one-third of the estate,

On one of the banks of the river was the abode of a society of holy women under the spiritual guidance of Emmeline, the mother, and Macrina, the sister, of Gregory. Basil had returned from his journeying in the monastic regions of Egypt and the East, had brought back the best hints he had gathered, and applied them with his excellent judgment.

Lord, for the blessing of sisters

For friendship and laughter and tears

For the road walked together and adventures shared

For the breaking of bread and mugs of coffee

For sisters whose lives are hard and oppressed

For sisters who toil and have no time for rest

Lord, we pray