The Apostle of the Interior Life crossed the road to give spiritual direction.
The Benedictine crossed the road to pray and work.
The Camaldolese crossed the road to build a hermitage.
The Carmelite crossed the road (barefoot) to find a secluded place to pray.
The Daughter of St. Paul crossed the road to open a Catholic bookstore.
The Dominican crossed the road to preach the Gospel.
The Father of Mercy crossed the road to give a parish mission.
The Franciscan crossed the road to be an instrument of peace (and to make sure the chicken was okay).
The Jesuit crossed the road for the greater glory of God.
The Mercedarian crossed the road to set captives free.
The Missionary of Charity crossed the road to reach out to the poorest of the poor.
The Norbertine crossed the road to rebuild Western civilization.
The Oblate of the Virgin Mary crossed the road to give a retreat.
The Passionist crossed the road to proclaim Christ crucified.
The Salesian crossed the road to educate young men.
The Servant of Mary crossed the road to care for a sick person in his or her own home.
The Sister of St. Francis of Perpetual Adoration crossed the road to spend time with Jesus.
The Sister of Life crossed the road to bear witness to the value of every human life.
The Ursuline crossed the road to educate young women.
We all eventually cross the road. Why we cross the road makes all the difference.
I like this post-very clever! It gives a little one-sentence capsule of a particular community’s purpose of existence.
And why did I cross the road this morning? To get to this post and chuckle a bit today.