Jane Marie Bradish, OSF

Jane Marie Bradish

Jane Marie Bradish is a member of the School Sisters of St. Francis, an international congregation based in Milwaukee, Wisconsin. She grew up in a religiously mixed family, something she believes is a great blessing and helps her navigate our diverse world. Her ministry is in secondary education. Having taught mathematics, computer programming and theology, she is currently the academic programmer for a large, urban, multicultural high school. In 2016 she received the Project ADAM Karen Smith Award from Children's Hospital of Wisconsin for implementing comprehensive CPR-AED (cardiopulmonary resuscitation and automated external defibrillator) programs for the school community. 

 

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Holy Week confuses me

For me, Holy Week seems to be a lifelong learning experience, and that learning curve gets steeper some years and levels off other years.

Police investigate a shooting at the Molson Coors headquarters in Milwaukee Feb. 26. (CNS/Reuters/Sara Stathas)

It's the morning after a mass shooting: What do we do now?

Milwaukee has been shaken to its core. I'm sure I am not the only one who didn't sleep, and I have no personal connection to Molson Coors. Every siren startled me and helicopters hovered long into the night.

I had a wire-and-light tree for the front yard, so up from the basement it came and into the yard it went. (Jane Marie Bradish)

Ho ho humbug! My re-discovery of Christmas

Don't get me wrong, I'm no Grinch. I just haven't figured out how to make Christmas "work for me." A couple of seemingly random events are changing that.

Lessons from Heidi and Oreo Cookie Monster

Not everyone can have a furry companion, but their lessons are freely given and outline a way of life that keeps you grounded in what's important.

Woman reads a highlighted Bible

From 'Hi God!' to Lego: The evolution of religious education

The early days of my religious education, full of music like Carey Landry's "Hi God!" series, have had a lasting impact. So when it came time for me to teach theology to freshmen, I made sure to go beyond the written word.

At the retreat, was that me or the Spirit?

By the end of the retreat week, I knew coming without "stuff" was the best thing I could have done. I would have used my stuff to keep myself distracted, instead of letting myself sit with the questions.

What can we do besides rage, pray?

Who keeps me in the convent?

Easter -- in the garden