God’s invitation to me was to remain with the Sudanese refugees and the local South Sudanese through Jesuit Refugee Service. And so I chose to accept that invitation.

I was supposed to enter into full communion with the Catholic Church at the Easter Vigil this year. But, like catechumens across the country, my journey was put on hold by the pandemic.

The first in her family to attend college, a student reflects with her professor on her life of struggles and growth as she prepares to graduate from Loyola Marymount University.

Telling my story might have been impaired had I approached it from the point of view of describing a cult. That was for the audience to discern and for me, ultimately, to accept.

Pre-grief is not the absence of hope. Somehow, we can mourn what is passing away even while we work to preserve it.

May is Mental Health Awareness Month. To honor this month, I want to share why I’m so glad I sought help.