Regina, I loved your opening paragraph - your thankfulness for the formation you were given, your helplessness to pass it on. Also, after that, what you wrote about your paths through and in lay communities - lostness in our youths, finding passing homes, friends, Jesus - then moving on into life, adulthood, family. Almost an incubation it was, our prayer-group studies and friendships. Impossible not to miss them, moving on.
But how our helplessness hurts! - When our own children are lost and have little besides the monoculture, social media, other lost children to light their way.
This is a grief. Your story about Opus Dei may be a help. I didn't notice whether Opus Dei folk get together to talk, pray, think. I like what you wrote. It resonates with my own history. And Opus Dei's quiet, trusting ministries certainly fit with my own inclinations.
But how to save what's being lost? Lost children especially. Somehow, I'm left sad here, with merest threads of hope.
Regina, I loved your opening paragraph - your thankfulness for the formation you were given, your helplessness to pass it on. Also, after that, what you wrote about your paths through and in lay communities - lostness in our youths, finding passing homes, friends, Jesus - then moving on into life, adulthood, family. Almost an incubation it was, our prayer-group studies and friendships. Impossible not to miss them, moving on.
But how our helplessness hurts! - When our own children are lost and have little besides the monoculture, social media, other lost children to light their way.
This is a grief. Your story about Opus Dei may be a help. I didn't notice whether Opus Dei folk get together to talk, pray, think. I like what you wrote. It resonates with my own history. And Opus Dei's quiet, trusting ministries certainly fit with my own inclinations.
But how to save what's being lost? Lost children especially. Somehow, I'm left sad here, with merest threads of hope.