Wednesday, October 17, 2001

I'm on retreat today with the rest of the staff at work. We are having it at a large convent that although not abandoned yet, is surrounded by gravestones. The order was once a vibrant community that for the most part taught in schools in the southwest. Now it is hard to figure out what they do, (I've asked them before and been met with blank stares).

Perhaps that is the purpose of the retreat for us too. To figure out what it is that we are doing. Some people have a real sense of mission in their lives but most do not--unless making money is a mission. Having a mission gives meaning and purpose to life. Our mission is seldom what we think it is at the start but it seems that our original inklings are often a hint of what it is to be.