Dear Magdala Family, In the midst of the whirlwind of events that surround us in this time and with the many “this never happened to me,” or “I had never done it like this…” and where our human organizations and institutions are attempting to re-invent themselves to pull ahead and through the obstacles that this…
By Kathleen Nichols R.C. Consecrated Woman Close to the top of Mt. Arbel facing Magdala, the mouth of a large cave calls down to visitors, “come up… come up here and see!” I have heeded this invitation numerous times, making my way up rocky terrain riddled with caves that housed people at some point in…
By Nicole Chuey My name is Nicole Chuey Mendoza, and I am 22 years of age. I came to Magdala with the purpose of volunteering and putting into practice some of my professional knowledge from my studies in Gastronomy. I am originally from Tampico, Tamaulipas, Mexico where I´m currently studying in Le Cordon Bleu IEST…
Poem by Linda Dwyer Dawn breaking, Sun behind clouds peeping, Red, pink, orange; clouds turning, Golden Sun; full, round, gloriously shining, Yellow rays extending, Holy God gifting, loving, blessing. Sea of Galilee shimmering, reflecting, Birds calling, dancing, flying, Woof, woof; Soter playing. Reeds, wildflowers swaying, Flowers red, gold; trees blossoming, Tall, strong…
