Movie Review: The March of the Penguins


















Written by Sr. Grace - Taiwan Province
Photograph taken by Polar Cruises

This was the first time for me to get to know the life of penguins. The scenes in“The March of the Penguins”were splendid and astonishing as well. After watching the movie, I could think of nothing but the wonder of nature, in which God constantly manifests himself.

Everywhere, the earth is full of life, even in such a harsh environment like Antarctica. The penguins were put there by God, together with their physical conditions and inborn abilities of recourse. During their entire lifetime, they have no other desires than to feed themselves, give birth to new generations and provide for their chicks during the very first months of their lives.

These are the instincts God bestowed on them and they never dissent. Even the most amazing part of their lives, in which the father penguins hatch chicks without eating for more than three months under the most turbulent climate, is also somehow their destiny, which they accept without any querimony.

Human beings, as the most wondrous creatures, are gifted with freedom and possibility of free will. Nevertheless, we continuously try to rebel against God’s will. The Good News Jesus brought to this world told us, that God’s will is nothing else than His love for us. However our little faith doesn't believe in it totally. And we always search for another way to find joy and love. Sometimes only in failure, we recognize that we are not on the right path. How I wish that I wouldn't always need to go astray before I reach the proper point. I believe in acceptance of God'ss will for my life, I can discover true joy and freedom of life.

The Power of Love


















Written by Alan Loy McGinnis
Photograph by J. Summerhays

Viktor Frankl, a Vienna Jew, was interned by the Germans for more than three years. He was moved from one concentration camp to another, even spending several months in Auschwitz. Dr. Frankl said that he learned early that one way to survive was to shave every morning, no matter how sick you were, even if you had to use a piece of broken glass for a razor. For every morning, as the prisoners stood for review, the sickly ones who would not be able to work that day were sent to the gas chambers. If you were shaven, and your face looked ruddier for it, your chances of escaping death that day were better.

Their bodies wasted away on the daily fare of 10 1/2 ounces of bread and 1 3/4 pints of thin gruel. They slept on bare board tiers seven feet wide, nine men to a tier. The nine men shared two blankets together. Three shrill whistles awoke them for work at three A.M.

One morning as they marched out to lay railroad ties in the frozen ground miles from the camp, the accompanying guards kept shouting and driving them with the butts of their rifles. Anyone with sore feet supported himself on his neighbor's arm. The man next to Frankl, hiding his mouth behind his upturned collar whispered: "If our wives could see us now! I do hope they are better off in their camps and don't know what is happening to us."

Frankl writes:
That brought thoughts of my own wife to mind. And as we stumbled on for miles, slipping on icy spots, supporting each other time and again, dragging one another up and onward, nothing was said, but we both knew: each of us was thinking of his wife. Occasionally I looked at the sky, where the stars were fading and the pink light of the morning was beginning to spread behind a dark bank of clouds. But my mind clung to my wife's image, imagining it with an uncanny acuteness. I heard her answering me, saw her smile, her frank and encouraging look.

A thought transfixed me: for the first time in my life I saw the truth as it is set into song by so many poets, proclaimed as the final wisdom by so many thinkers. The truth that love is the ultimate and highest goal to which man can aspire. Then I grasped the meaning of the greatest secret that human poetry and human thought and belief have to impart: the salvation of man is through love and in love.

And now these three remain: faith, hope and love.
But the greatest of these is love.
1 Corinthians 13:13 NIV

Jesus' Ribs

Written by Sr. Jane M. Abeln -- U.S. Province

Jesus’ Ribs:

Fingers of the Father

bending round

the Heart of the Son,

reaching down

in the grasp of His Love

as silent support

on the Cross.


First version published in Anthem, Graduate School of Religion, Spring, 1983,
Re-published in A Time of Singing,March, 1998.
Slight Revision, 2008.

Every Dream Can Come True: A Book Review of the Alchemist by Paulo Coelho


















Written by Sr. Grace - Taiwan Province
Photograph by J. Summerhays

A friend enthusiastically recommended the international bestseller “The Alchemist”. Actually, the book title didn’t attract me at all. Anyhow, I began to read it; and little by little, I was so magnetized by it that I finished the entire book in just one stretch. Consequently, I became very curious about the author Paulo Coelho. Fortunately there was a short biography in that edition published in New York, USA, about him, from which I found out that he is really an unusual person.

The plot of “The Alchemist” is not very complicated, and yet fabulous; it is simple and in the same way exotic. Above all, it is full of wisdom. A shepherd boy, who dreamed of a treasure in the Pyramids of Egypt, sold all his sheep to pursue his dream. Having undergone various difficulties on the one hand and assistances on the other, he finally reached his goal in Egypt, whereas he was shown that the treasure he had been searching for was hidden in the place where he had started his long journey. The book has a happy and comforting ending, as the boy found his treasure and love.

The phrase “Personal Legend”, which I couldn’t understand totally at the beginning, appears in the book repeatedly; for me it is the key-word of this book. I was fascinated mainly by the belief of the author, which is: every dream will come true, if we begin to follow it. Like an old man told the boy, “When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you to achieve it”. Furthermore, not only people are looking to fulfil their dreams, but the dreams are also trying to reach the people. Several times when the boy saw no hope and wanted to give up his search, something would happen, which inspired him, promoted him, gave him courage and new hope, and impelled him to continue.

Everything that happened in his life was not just a coincidence; in contrast, everything had its own meaning and provided for the fulfilment of his dream. For instance, the boy was robbed when he had just arrived in Africa. What seemed to be a tragedy was proven to be a blessing for him afterward. Just because he was robbed and he had to support himself, he found a job there and learnt plenty of skills, which helped him cross the desert and reach the Pyramids at last.

Another indispensable aspect of the story about this shepherd boy is certainly to recognize his dream or his destiny. The same old man told the boy, “To realize one’s destiny is a person’s only obligation.” Not everybody believes what he dreams. As a case in point, the leader of the Arabian attackers at the Pyramids, although he had the recurrent dream, too, he thought he could not be so stupid to cross an entire desert just because of a seemingly impossible dream. The boy was lucky, since he met the old man, who helped him understand his Personal Legend, even though it sounded so intricate.

I was grateful for having read this book in a time of a kind of personal confusion. The story of the shepherd boy made it clear for me, that I can have dreams and I can try to fulfil my dreams. Where my inner desire goes, there lies my dream. To realize my dream is my obligation. To live without dreams is like a dead man walking. Once when I realize my dream, I can follow it with all my effort and with all my trust. God will help me fulfil my dream through everything I encounter in my daily life.

Sun of God














Written by Sr. Jane M. Abeln -- U.S. Province
Photograph by J. Summerhays

Your sun, my God,
makes clouds turn gold,
flares smoke orange,
smothers a gray skyline,
gilds green-tipped waves.

Seagull wings shimmer,
bear skyward
fire off the water,
reflecting tears
in my eyes.

Though flame skips to me,
warm, red-gold, I who
from ship’s deck behold,
whose heart desires,
remain cold

My Father,
through this sun
send Your Son.
Ignite my murky waters.
Set my blood ablaze!


Composed, April 24, 1971
On Cape May Ferry
Printed in Fordham GSRRE's
Anthem, May 1983
Revised 2006

About Gratitude

Written by Sr. Grace - Taiwan Province

Gratitude is to recognize what I am provided with, to be content with what I possess now, to admit that I don't earn it by myself, but am given, and consequently desire to share what I have.

Gratefulness is a feeling or an emotion, which fills my heart and has accompanied me all along my journey. My inner gratitude becomes stronger and stronger day by day. I have a sufficient number of reasons to be appreciative, but above all, my strongest thankfulness is toward my parents.

As the youngest child of the family, I have experienced love since I was born. Although my family was not rich, my parents tried their best to look after all our needs, even when sometimes it meant that they had to give up what they themselves liked.

Besides material well-being, what I received and am receiving from my parents the most is love. My parents are very devoted Christians and the best gift they have given me is my faith. They suffered persecution because of their Faith during the Cultural Revolution (1965-1975) and at the time when I was born, we were still prohibited to go to the church or have the Eucharist; interestingly, the very first sentence I could utter was the sign of cross. Still today, a vivid image, which so often appears in front of me is, that my mother was teaching me to make the sign of the cross and telling me, every morning when I woke up and every evening before I went to bed, the most important thing to do is to make the sign of cross and to ask God to bless each single one of my family. This became one of my habits, which I am still practicing now.

My parents didn't only bring me up in Faith using words; they did it much more with their lives. They have always respected each other, and other people, too. They have never said any hurtful words and have always taught us to be good-tempered, tolerant and understanding, and above all, to forgive.

The love I have been receiving and am receiving from my parents has become the most solid foundation of my life and will be the cause of my gratitude forever.