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FSPA Profiles in Faith
Dorothy Amon
In retrospect, my life has been confronted with many and diverse challenges
met by the grace of God and what God gave me to work with.
Sister Thea Bowman, a Franciscan Sister of Perpetual Adoration, lived life with hope, love, and justice. Born December 29, 1937, in Yazoo City, Miss., Thea was reared as a Methodist until age nine when she asked her parents if she could become a Roman Catholic. Gifted with a brilliant mind, beautiful voice, and dynamic personality, Sister Thea shared the message of God's love through teaching. After 16 years of teaching at the elementary, secondary, and university levels, the bishop of Jackson, Miss., invited her to become the consultant for intercultural awareness. In her role as consultant, Sister Thea, an African-American, gave presentations across the countrylively gatherings that combined singing, gospel preaching, prayer, and storytelling. Her programs worked to break down racial and cultural barriers. She encouraged people to communicate with one another so they could understand other cultures and races. In 1984, Sister Thea was diagnosed with breast cancer. She prayed “to live until I dieto live fully.” Her prayer was answered, and Thea continued her gatherings seated in a wheelchair. In 1989, the U.S. bishops invited her to be a key speaker at their conference on Black Catholics. At the end of the meeting, at Thea's invitation, the bishops stood and sang “We Shall Overcome” with gusto. Sister Thea lived a full life. She fought evil, especially prejudice, suspicion, hatred, and things that drive people apart. She fought for God and God's people until her death in 1990. For more information about Sister Thea Bowman, contact
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“Your passport, please!” After a few minutes of searching on the computer and after having looked closely at the pages of my passport, the immigration official gave me a smile and welcomed me to the United States of America. I left the airport and looked around. I was in a country where I didn't speak the language and hardly knew anyone. I was completely alone. I took my suitcase and went in the direction of the sister waiting for me. And so I began again my life. My name is Silvana and this is my story. I was born in a small city in Italy near the Mediterranean Sea. From the time I was a small child I loved to look at the sea and think that there was a God who created all this. At the same time, I felt a joy and longing for the infinite and for eternity. These were the same sentiments, along with peace and consolation, that I felt as an adolescent when I prayed in the parish church. I remember that I was very involved with a movement called Catholic Action in those years, and while I served the poor and taught catechism, I began to feel a desire to consecrate myself to God. When I was twenty I entered religious life, happy to serve the Gospel. After I completed my years of formation and my liberal arts studies at the university, I studied theology at the Gregorian University in Rome. These were the years after the Second Vatican Council and there was renewal everywhere in the Catholic Church. The instruction I received helped me discover new perspectives in religious life, especially in regard to obedience to the will of God and a style of community life in the spirit of the “signs of the times” as indicated in the Gospel. Years of mission followed: teaching, leadership, editing and writing, and giving workshops. The joy of serving others, doing something beautiful for God, and the life of prayer gave me peace and serenity. But that which gave strength and direction to my life was the sweet certainty that my life belonged to God forever. Yet, these were the years when I also clearly discovered my weaknesses and my limits, suffered because of communitarian situations that didn't change, and was frustrated because I was unable to make use of all my potential in the mission. “What was I seeking in my life?” and “Where was God in all this? Where was the God of my youth?” These were the questions I often asked myself. In the meantime, I experienced great sorrow at the death of several sisters with whom I had shared difficulties and hopes, and above all I suffered because of the death of my parents. These separations were like a purifying fire. I became accustomed to Qoheleth and, like him, felt that “all things are vanity” and that life is brief. In the end, the request of my superior to leave my editorial work for another “obedience,” left me with “empty hands” of all that was a security for me. Through a series of events, I met a sister from an American religious congregation and I was impressed both with her comportment as an uninhibited woman and with the style of religious life in her congregation. This experience reawakened in me new life and a desire to begin my religious life again in a different way, like that that I had envisioned when I was a theology student and that I longed for within me. But no religious congregation in Italy had made this kind of passage. Only in America . . .“But it's impossible! After all these years I couldn't leave the congregation! How could I do it, alone, in a strange country where I didn't even speak the language? How could I support myself economically? What kind of work would I be capable of doing? And above all, how could I leave my sisters, my brother, my relatives, and friends?” I prayed at length, in silence and with tears. I felt like the poor of Yahweh to whom God said “I am your God and I will provide for you.” And with the experience of Job I began my journey on this new path: “Naked I came from my mother's womb and naked I will return.” I asked for exclaustration for three years, and with the help of my family I left for St. Louis, Mo., where a religious congregation had offered me hospitality. After a short time, I found a small house that I shared with another sister. I also found work as a pastoral associate in a parish where the pastor was Italian-American. After a few years I was invited to teach Italian at Washington University. Working with young university students from all over the United States was an extraordinary experience. The most exciting experience of these years was the providence God showed me by opening up before me the road I was to travel. Each time I felt the need for something, it was given to me at the opportune moment: a car, work, health insurance, friends . . . and a new congregation. I asked God to open a path for me . . . and he opened a magazine! I was drawn to a picture of a young sister who was shown moving from a downward to an upward position. This movement recalled within me the dynamism of transformation and conversion. The phrases accompanying the photo were: “Sacred tradition and modern lives” and “you can give all your potential at the service of God in mission.” I had found the congregation that expressed my same sentiments. Now, at the end of three years, I am ready for the process of incorporation and have been welcomed as a member of FSPA. But my story is not finished. I continue to feel that God opens the path before me every day. When we place our life into the hands of God, we discover the mysterious ways in which God leads us to himself each day. Click here to return to the About Us page.
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