About Maureen McCann Waldron
Maureen McCann Waldron graduated from Creighton University with a degree in journalism and then spent 22 years in corporate public relations. After receiving her master’s degree in Christian spirituality from Creighton, she joined Andy Alexander, SJ, in Creighton’s Collaborative Ministry Office.

Daddy’s Girl

This week we are republishing some of the most popular posts from dotMagis. It was a momentof grace on a Sunday afternoon. My husband, Jim, and I were walking through the crowd into a Creighton U basketball game. In the middle of the throng on the sidewalk ahead of us, we spotted a little girl, about 5 years old, wearing a spectacular fluffy ballet tutu in game day colors, blue and white. Her special skirt […]

Martha at Rest

When we hear the story of Martha and Mary, the sisters who were such close friends of Jesus’, we most likely know which one we are. I have always been a Martha, and like most Marthas, perhaps a little smug about it.  We Marthas might roll our eyes when this gospel comes up, picturing Mary sitting on the floor listening to Jesus and feeling Martha’s slow burn at her unhelpful sister.  Martha was the one […]

Prettiest Girl in Town

A while ago I sent this as my first blog posting for dotMagis.  Today there is an update. In December of 2009, I wrote: I went to a funeral Monday morning; the mother of a friend.  She was about 95 and left behind a grieving husband who will turn 99 next month.  They had been married for 73 years.  I sat in church and pondered that kind of love and commitment.  Seventy-three years?  For those […]

Tears with an Old Friend

My husband, Jim, and I had traveled to another town and called an old friend – Fr. Dennis, a priest we had known for a long time.  He had been forced into retirement by a debilitating disease. He invited us to his home for Mass. He had a brand new altar in his living room, a beloved gift that is at the center of his home, and his heart.  It’s too late. He used to […]

“Cletus, Come Out”

Perhaps because I feel as if I have been brought back to life after a 12-day siege with the flu, I have been thinking a lot about Lazarus.  It’s such a deep and wonderful Gospel with Jesus standing at the end of the tomb, peering into the darkness and calling us back to life: “Lazarus, Come out!” It’s that kind of summoning back to life, the invitation to unbind ourselves from the things that tie […]

What We Don’t See

Sometimes we are blind to what is right in front of us.  Recently at our parish, we watched two altar servers who had fun all through Mass.  It may have been the first time they had served Mass.  Or maybe they had just gotten really comfortable. They talked.  They laughed.  They slapped their legs with the cords of their server garments.  They pointed to their friends.  At one remarkable moment, one of them half stood […]

What Forgiveness Means

I have a friend whose family members hang onto grudges and slights. They are people who remember everything ever done to them, against them—and by whom. They just can’t let of the wrong that has been done to them and they carry it with them every day. “Refusing to forgive someone who has wronged you,” he says, “is like taking rat poison and hoping the rat dies.” Forgiveness is an incredibly difficult task, and for […]

The Worst Day of the Year

We made it. We got through January 24th, the worst day of the year.  A group in Great Britain came up with this date a few years ago and designated it as the worst of any of the 365 in a given year. Why January 24th?  For those of us in the northern hemisphere the weather is cold and dark, for all of us the holidays are really, really over, our new year’s resolutions may […]

Daddy’s Girl

It was a moment of grace on a Sunday afternoon.  My husband, Jim, and I were walking through the crowd into a Creighton U basketball game.  In the middle of the throng on the sidewalk ahead of us, we spotted a little girl, about 5 years old, wearing a spectacular fluffy ballet tutu in game day colors, blue and white. Her special skirt bounced with her as she walked proudly along next to her father.  […]

Lost

What does it mean to be really, really lost? My husband, Jim, the kind of person who always stops to help people, saw a distraught looking woman in the park last weekend. Dressed in African dress and head wrap, she did not speak English. She had her 3 year old grandson with her and it was evident that they had gone for a walk and ended up in the park near our house, hopelessly lost. […]

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