Being Franciscan in Saudi Arabia
One of my secret delights as a Franciscan on my Saudi Arabia trip was to be retracing the steps of Francis in my journey. St. Francis of Assisi travelled to…
Blog of the Rev. Janine Schenone
One of my secret delights as a Franciscan on my Saudi Arabia trip was to be retracing the steps of Francis in my journey. St. Francis of Assisi travelled to…
On our trip to Saudi Arabia, my Saudi hosts frequently addressed the issue of gender and how we women were doing, and God knows it was a concern for some…
I think I have been asked, “What was it like in Saudi Arabia?” about 45 times since I returned on October 16, and about five friends have asked why I…
As I said at a work meeting of Berkeley chapel ministers yesterday, sometimes God comes in a trickle, and sometimes God comes in a waterfall. I seem to be standing…
Friends, if you’ve been reading my blog, you know that 12 of us Yale Divinity and Law students have been invited to visit Saudi Arabia in October. Many of you…
Friends, I just started my second year of seminary, but this year is nothing like the last. Last year, everything was new, exciting, and somewhat daunting. This year, everything is…
Now that I am done with Clinical Pastoral Education (CPE), I can admit that there were times, especially around 3:30 in the morning when I was the only hospital chaplain…
One of the most interesting things about my hospital chaplaincy is that I visit patients of all faiths and no faiths every day and try to figure out how to…
There is death, and then there is death. There are the deaths that result from a lifetime of illnesses, or perhaps a deadly disease that finally has taken its toll…
When last I wrote, dear reader, you may recall that I was worried about being called to serve as a chaplain to a family that had lost a baby while…
The sound of sirens is fairly common around Yale and my end of New Haven, and it didn’t really sink in until this week why that is: they are from…
After finishing my coursework for my first year of seminary, I hopped on a plane and visited my daughter at her college in Seattle and then swung down to California…
Okay, here’s another big difference between seminary and “regular” graduate school: seminary makes me cry. And I like seminary! But I don’t remember my graduate studies in English and American…
Well, the opportunities just keep aflowing, and so do the research notes and jotted outlines for papers. Most of my waiting is over for this semester. One exciting bit of…