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Terry Malta - We are RISEN
Weisse Family
Baker Family - Answering "YES"
Fink Family - Meant to Be
Rachel Daily - It's Never Too Early to Serve
Bill Goglia - St. Vincent de Paul Society
Kathy Becker - "Receiving God's Gift"
Rick Hepperla - To Question "Why"
Amy Wittenberger - The Lord's Servant
Kathy Pavlic Thomas - Circle of Life
Michael Hoeffler - "What a Gift"
Mary Skladanek - "Why I Serve"
Meg Fabiszak - A Passionate Venture
Joel & Carrie Jensen - "Running in Celebration"
John Waymel - "Why Wait to be Asked"
The Evans Family - "A Miracle Among Us"
Carol Wingenter - Therapist is 'godsend' for special needs kids

We are RISEN
The RISEN (Religious Instruction Special Education Needs) program for special students has been a part of the LFF program for many years. This is my first year involved with this ministry and I have found it very rewarding. I decided to take a step “out of my comfort zone” as they say, and volunteer as my previous commitment for Sundays had ended.  I have enjoyed working with these beautiful students, all of whom come with their own unique personalities as do all children.  I have been amazed by their participation in spite of the challenges they face.  They exemplify the model that we all should follow, “Bloom where you are planted!”   

I have a great admiration for their parents, who are committed to their children’s spiritual and overall development.  I am very lucky to have able co-leaders in Carol Wingenter and Rachel Daily. Carol brings her special expertise (and equipment!) as an occupational therapist and long time LFF class leader. Rachel, as a student volunteer with previous experience with the RISEN class, has helped with suggestions and has offered her fine example in dealing with various situations.   In addition there are confirmation candidate volunteer teachers who are able to give one-on-one attention to each student. These include Julie Golab, Eliza Zwolinski, Taylor Stewart, Kevin and Brian Sylla, Joe Heckes, Mike Meidl and Kim Haberkorn. I am so impressed by their interactions with our RISEN students - what a great example of their Christian spirit!  

The RISEN classes are held in the Marcy Center approximately every two weeks on Sunday mornings during the school year. We have been reading both Old and New Testament stories adapted for their interest and then focus on the lessons God is teaching us with these stories and events. During the  Lenten season we focused on Jesus’ life, teachings and the meaning of His death for us. The students are asked to give their insight into the lessons learned from God’s actions and how they can respond to His teachings.  They show good insight into what it means to be a follower of Christ!    I am proud that St. Dominic’s has made this ongoing commitment to these special children and that I am able to be a part of it.   Terri Malta

WEISSE FAMILY
What have you taught your children about family? 
We have taught them that it is a blessing to be a part of a family.  When the kids were younger, they would sometimes say things like, “Why is Lydia different?” We have tried to teach them that all people are children of God and Lydia was given to us, just as they were. As a part of God’s family we need to care for one another. We have also tried to teach them that things don’t always go as you might have planned, but as a family we work together and see each new day as a gift from God.

How is St. Dominic a part of your larger family?  J
oining St. Dominic Parish 10 years ago was a blessing. We love the school and we have met so many wonderful people.  Having a child with special needs is a daily challenge. I feel blessed and fortunate that I am able to call on people to help out with rides and more, for the other kids. We met Lydia’s two best helpers here. (You know who you are, L.& C.!)

Are there any stories about the RISEN program specifically that you would like to share?
Lydia has been attending RISEN for many years. Every time we go to church, she has to go downstairs and check if there is class.  She loves all the teachers and all the students who have helped out.  She also looks forward to seeing her friend Mary in class. We would personally like to thank St. Dominic Parish and all the people who have helped out to provide this opportunity for these special kids!  
Answering "YES"
Read more about the Baker family journey to adoption:
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Our road to adoption was an unnecessarily long one.  Well, unnecessary in an earthly sense of time but not in God’s — His time is perfect. Our journey began with a quiet whisper which we promptly dismissed as absurd. We had four young children and life was busy and difficult to keep up with already. We knew it would be a challenge to give them all that they needed — time, attention, a Catholic education, a college education...the list goes on! It was some time later while praying the Rosary that God showed us something important. When the angel came to Mary, her “Yes” to God was so pure and never did she focus on the impossibilities or say, “But what about…?” She trusted him completely. But what were we doing? We were finding all of the selfish reasons to say “no,” the reasons that don’t matter when you are standing face to face with your Creator.   So, we started praying about it. And what we realized was that no matter what, this was going to be a great test of faith that would require a wholehearted trust in the Lord. We had a discussion with our children about adoption and how it would involve sacrifice, selfless love, and potential unknowns. Their yes was like Mary’s, a pure “yes!” The next day, after five years of uncertainty, we decided we would begin our adoption paperwork, and if God wanted to close the doors, He would. Finally, after two years of waiting and praying, we received “the call.” We were so excited to finally see her face after such a long wait!

Again, we had to trust in God. There were so many unknowns ahead of us: what if she wouldn’t attach to us, what had she endured in her two and a half years of life and how would it affect her and our family, what if she had medical problems that we didn’t know about, etc. Then I heard this quote: “If you set out and you know what’s ahead of you, that’s knowledge; if you set out and don’t know what’s ahead, that’s faith.”  We had our answer...we would not worry and we would trust God fully.   We departed for China on Christmas Eve. We received our daughter in Ningxia, China and returned home on January 10, 2010. God has blessed us beyond words with our new daughter and there is no doubt that she is so very perfect for our family. She has brought such joy and love to all of us and we have to smile.  God knew so much more than we did, we just had to trust Him!

Day 3 Journal: "We were told early on that she would likely bond with one of us. So, early on I pinched her so she would bond with Deb first.  I did not want Deb upset the next few months so yes, I took one for the team. In all seriousness, she does love me from afar (I think). We have a great time playing and as long as Deb is holding her she lets me give kisses. This morning was a good morning for dear old dad. She woke up while Deb was on the computer and she let me hold her for about 5 minutes while we snuggled.   “As we boarded the plane to leave Elizabeth’s birthplace there is a part of me that is sad for all those that have touched her in the past two years. It is very obvious that she was loved by her foster family and well taken care of. She came to us clean, she smelled wonderful, and she knew who we were...We both know it is by God’s grace...that Elizabeth knew we were coming for her. It has been amazing to watch all the people in the streets and at the hotel. I can just see the love they have for her and I know her mom must have been heartbroken to give her up."  Jeff Baker  
Meant to Be
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Over Christmas break, our family traveled to Ethiopia to adopt our five year-old brother, Jacob. Looking back on it now, it’s amazing how smoothly the whole process has gone and how great the experience has been for everyone involved. Despite all the doubts, all the worries, and all the possible difficulties that could have arisen, the journey our family has taken from the moment our five-hour-delayed flight left the tarmac of O’Hare International has been truly blessed. The ease with which Jacob has fit into our family and the positive effects this life changing commitment has produced, seems to suggest that this was meant to be.

God’s will can often be more difficult to predict than the Final Four, however Jacob’s incorporation into our family certainly was what God intended. It was my parent’s faith in God that allowed them to have the confidence to pursue such an ambitious endeavor despite not knowing the enigmatic will of God with more certainty. I do know that the process of seriously considering adoption began years ago and has overcome a number of frustrating setbacks. Jumping from one adoption program to another due to the volatile political atmospheres of many of the countries popular for adoptions even tested my parents’ resolve and maybe made them question whether or not adoption was something our family was meant to do.

These frustrating obstacles, however, ultimately led us to look into Ethiopia as a possibility and it was there that we found Jacob. This fortuitous outcome could not have come about without the faith that my parents had in God’s guiding hand. The timing of the adoption even ended up allowing the entire family to travel to Ethiopia to pick Jacob up. Such an experience was something that has been essential to the necessary bonding that has taken place between Jacob and our family. The trip itself was something that we will never forget and will always be a part of us.   The energy and light that Jacob has brought to our home since he arrived has been the best kind of remedy to a long and cold Wisconsin winter. I have come to learn that the language barrier does not apply to things like building forts, paper airplanes, and sticker wars; that naptime is the best time, and that little kids from Ethiopia can be just as stubborn as the ones from Wisconsin. Drew Fink

"Going to Addis Ababa in Ethiopia really had us all praying, as it appeared so very bleak, dirty and crowded. The streets were full of cars and vans, people and animals. One driver commented that it is a city with three million people and one stoplight. It did appear to be the case! But just as there is poverty and orphans in Ethiopia, we also met people who were part of families that live together, have weddings, go to school, laugh and eat together. Everyone from the drivers, the guesthouse cook, the orphanage director and the nannies were all kind, happy, beautiful people. It makes me think that the world really is small and that we are all a part of the family of humanity; that we have a family connection to all people and supporting each other in whatever way that we can is something that we are called to do.  It is the will of God for sure.   Adoption is not for everyone and we were not always certain it was for us but through it all we just went through the steps needed, did the mountain of paperwork, asked friends and family to put in a good word for us in letters to the agency, were fingerprinted and background checked, and doublechecked…and then we waited and waited. It is awesome to think that before we even knew of Jacob he also waited. Through most of it we did not talk much about it to anyone and sometimes not even to each other. We just had it in the back of our mind and in our hearts and had faith that God was guiding the journey and how it would unfold." Cathy Fink
Rachel Daily - It's Never too Early to Serve
I got started in Children’s Ministry four years ago through Vacation Bible School, where I discovered that I could be more involved during the school year. Since I wanted to be a teacher, I thought this would be a good opportunity for me. I have helped in first and third-grade classrooms, a catch-up class, and am currently the catechist in a kindergarten classroom. I also help out in R.I.S.E.N., the quad-parish special education program.

Even though I am still a student myself, I feel that I am completely welcomed within the St. Dominic community – being in Children’s Ministry has helped me become more involved in the parish. I really enjoy seeing everything the students learn, as well as everything they are capable of. They never cease to amaze me with the ideas that they have.

To all the young parishioners of St. Dominic: It is never too early to volunteer your time. Even though I am a very busy high school student, I am able to spend a couple hours of my week with these students, and it is worth every minute of that time. You do not have to be a certified teacher to be able to make a difference for these children; a little bit of patience and some creativity will go a very long way. I feel that because of my young age, I can be a very good role model for these children both in and out of the classroom.

Probably the best thing that I have gained from working with all of these students, however, is the ability to build my own faith. It is amazing that kindergarteners can actually teach me about my faith, but they do.

I am very grateful for the numerous opportunities Children’s Ministry has given me. Not only am I able to build my own faith, but I have also gained many experiences that will help me later on. Teaching these classes has shown me that I definitely want to go into education as my career. It allows me to express my love for teaching as well as my love for God.  
Bill Goglia
President of St. Dominic’s Society of St. Vincent de Paul

My wife Linda and I joined SVDP about 4˝ years ago. At that time, we had become empty nesters and wanted to become more involved with our wonderful faith community at
St. Dominic Church. We found out about SVDP through other members and were encouraged to attend a meeting.  I believe we became hooked very quickly. This was not an organization that you just wrote a check out to...it was far more involved and took a greater commitment.  

The commitment to serve the poor goes to the heart of our faith.  The face of Jesus is present at every home visit we go on.  At times, these visits are very difficult and the situations may never be rectified. Whether it is delivering food to the elderly, helping a former inmate with rent, providing vouchers for the single mother to buy coats and clothes for her children at the SVDP store in Waukesha or praying for one of our clients going through a health crisis, our ministry is “one-on-one” and very personal.   

Knowing that we are trying to make someone’s life better through the compassionate grace of God and donations from our wonderful faith community make our small group a special and exciting way to serve the Lord.  The fact that SVDP is a world-wide community makes it even better.  With approximately 26 conferences in Haiti, working in conjunction with the Sisters of Charity, it is assuring to know that when the Haitian people are no longer on the front pages of the New York Times, they will still be in the hearts, actions and deeds of St. Vincent de Paul members.
Kathy Becker - "Receiving God's Gift"
When I started my Guatemalan journey two years ago, I did not think of it as ―Answering God‘s Call. I was invited by my daughter Ashley to accompany her, along with her friend‘s family and other volunteers, to Guatemala to improve the conditions of a rural school. The mission trip was to scope out projects for the following year and to provide a day long clinic in the rural area of Guatemala. Being a nurse, my skills were needed.

I considered the invitation for a long period and decided it was time for me to offer a little back. After a long flight, my daughter and I arrived in Guatemala on July 4, 2008. We spent a total of 9 days in Guatemala. During that time, we identified many projects. Two projects became priorities; one was to build an altar and the other was to paint a mural in the chapel at the residential school for children. We came back to the U.S. with a clear plan for the next mission group to carry out the following year.

Then in 2009 another call came and I was asked to help fulfill some of the tasks we identified in 2008. Again, I took a long time considering whether to go on this trip. I prayed and asked God for guidance. He provided that guidance during a time I was sitting with Barry, my husband. I asked Barry what he thought I should do. He responded, ―There is no doubt you should go to Guatemala. Remember last year how fulfilled you were when you came back? You need to go again this year. With that support I signed up for the trip which was scheduled from June 11 through June 20, 2009. I contacted Ashley and asked if she also would be interested in going again this year, and she agreed. We were off to Guatemala.

In preparation for the trip I thought about the supplies we brought over the previous year; they included numerous boxes of shoes for children. I telephoned Mr. John Chovanec, St. Dominic School Principal and asked if I could collect shoes through the grade school children. Without hesitation he encouraged me to write an announcement for the school newsletter. I wrote the article and a week later I had two huge boxes of shoes to take over to Guatemala. The Guatemalan children are little, so sizes that fit American children ages 1 year to 12 years are most needed. Thrilled with our shoe donations, we packed and prepared for our journey.

We flew into Guatemala and then drove to Rio Dulce. The chapel was nothing but an empty shell when we began our work. The volunteers pushed concrete in a wheel barrel up the hill to the chapel to build the altar. The same was done for the stone and pails of water. The work was arduous and the weather was hot, with temperatures in the 90‘s. It was labor intensive work and everything was mixed by hand; no cement mixers for us!

Upon completion of the altar, the task of adding the mural was next. We began by painting the background with sun rays, which are significant in the Mayan culture. Stenciling the pictures on the wall followed. After the stenciling was completed we could paint the images. Some of the local residents were there to help us. We used regular house paint previously purchased in Antigua to paint the murals.

It took seven days to complete the painting of the wall, but it was well worth it. The murals included a picture of Jesus with his children and a mural of Our Lady of Guadalupe. Father Javier presided over Mass at the newly painted chapel. The Mass was said in three languages; Spanish, Kachee and English.

During our stay at the school, we invited the school children and their families to join us for an evening meal. We arranged all shoes in the library of the school. Everyone at the evening gathering was invited to pick out the number of pairs of shoes to meet the needs of their families. Some children couldn‘t believe the good fortune they had at receiving shoes!

It was an incredible journey! When answering God‘s call, some people believe it has to do with suffering and self-sacrificing, but in my journey to answer God‘s call, I walked away with a sense of joy and peace that I have never experienced in my life before. In answering God‘s call, I received a gift from God.

Rick Hepperla - To Question "Why"...

The question “why?” is a powerful challenge. Rick Hepperla, a member of the St. Dominic RCIA (Rite of Christian Initiation of Adults) Inquiry Team asked this question over and over again during a two-year period after learning that his son Austin was diagnosed with Muscular Dystrophy in 1992. Brought up in the Catholic Church with many years of Catholic education, he recalls being taught “what” to believe, but not “why.” Now he started questioning everything; all his beliefs, his faith and the moral and theological issues related to birth control and artificial insemination (MD is a genetic disease). He searched his soul for answers.

Austin’s diagnosis was a major turning point in his life. At this time, the Catholic Parish where he was a member called for candidate sponsors for their RCIA process. The Holy Spirit moved him to join. He wanted to help teach others what he had learned. It led him to a deeper study the Catholic faith. Living in Tennessee at the time (the “Bible Belt” where only 4% of the population was Catholic), he found himself increasing his knowledge of apologetics and debating fundamentalist and evangelical Christians, defending the Catholic faith.

The RCIA Inquiry Team is responsible for answering candidates questions and walking them through the catechism. Rick’s search for answers to the “why” questions and his street debates with other Christians prepared him to deal with hot topics such as Mary, confession, purgatory, the saints and the Pope.

Many candidates enter the program with certain biases. Each candidate is unique and has his/her own frame of reference and reason for entering the process. Rick believes that by finding a common ground and building from a biblical basis, candidates become more open to more difficult or challenging topics. He has a burning desire to teach the candidates but knows he has to let them go at their pace. Often in the process, a friendship develops. Rick loves the candidates with the most questions; sometimes the most challenging candidates become the most committed. He admits the Inquiry Team learns as much or more from the candidates than they teach, and that is a great gift.
 

Rick is a business executive, third generation member of St. Dominic and has been involved in the RCIA process for over 15 years.

Amy Whittenberger - The Lord's Servant

My belief in God, Jesus, the Holy Spirit, Mary, the Communion of Saints and the teachings of the Catholic Church has been firm throughout my life. But I’ve always known that I had to make distinct choices to keep myself connected and active in my faith life and church. A critical decision as a young adult was to choose a Catholic college, Cardinal Stritch, to keep me grounded as well as active in my faith.

After college, no matter where I lived, I went to Mass every Sunday and continually served the community in a variety of ways with time and treasure. Upon moving back home to Wisconsin in 1997, I immediately sought to get reconnected with St. Dominic, the parish I was raised in. First, I became a lector and Eucharistic minister. To deepen my connection to St. Dominic, I contacted Debbie Olla to help out on a Confirmation retreat, which led to becoming a 9th grade LFF Catechist, then a Confirmation leader and an adult chaperone for Group Workcamp. Due to Debbie’s encouragement, a weekend retreat turned out to be a nine-year commitment.

Then I decided to take a “year off.” What was I thinking? You can’t take “time off” from your faith. I quickly realized that I felt disconnected from St. Dominic. A nagging feeling was working its way into my heart and soul. The Time and Talent Stewardship appeal came around and I volunteered to help Meg Picciolo with the Web site calendar, re-signed up as a Confirmation leader and Eucharistic minister, and began to serve on the Human Resource Committee. I feel like I’m connected again.

I learned form one of our annual LFF themes that, like Paul, I’ve been called to be a planter (1 Cor 3:6), bringing the faith to our young people and watching God make it grow. As Paul writes, “[We] are God’s servants, working together” (1 Cor 3:9). I truly believe I am the Lord’s servant. I have His work to do—to build stronger, more loving communities by expressing my faith in God through action and by Word.

Kathy Pavlic Thomas - Circle of Life

Simba and Nala in The Lion King were not the only ones acutely aware of the circles of life.  My academic and professional lives have just come full circle at St. Dominic. I attended grades 1-8 at the recently built St. Dominic School.  Several years later I enjoyed my first teaching position in a 1st grade parochial school classroom.  Fast forward to the present and I find myself thrilled to return “home” to St. Dominic and teaching first grade once again.

After five years in the classroom, I began my family and chose to be a full-time mom and part-time teacher.  Now that my children are getting ready to fly from our nest, I am very excited to be back as a full-time classroom teacher at St. Dominic.  Katelyn, 19 will be a freshman at Stevens Point and Jackie, 17, is a Brookfield Central senior.  While my educational philosophy is an ever-evolving kaleidoscope, parenting my own children has added the most dynamic change to my teaching style.  Many times I think about how I would want a specific situation handled if I was this child’s parent.

St. Dominic Parish has been one of my “villages” for over 40 years. I remember Sister Marcel Marie greeting me, in full habit, as I walked into my first grade classroom. I was sure that Father Griebasch was related to the Jolly Green Giant because he was so tall when he taught us religion in our classroom once each week. Who could forget the competitive spirit between the well-known boys’ choir and Miss Wolf’s girls’ choir?  Finally, I always looked forward to the nights that my parents hosted the St. Dominic bridge club at our home.  It meant great snacks and mom and dad’s friends were always so nice to us.  Many of those people are still parish members today!

I am proud to have been part of St. Dominic’s past. Today, I am blest to share friendships with so many wonderful people in our parish.  Finally, I am fortunate and tremendously excited to be part of the education of our first grade students who are St. Dominic’s future.  Please stop by and introduce yourself. I look forward to meeting you!

Michael Hoeffler - What a Gift!

When you receive a gift, it is truly loved and treasured. However, when you share the gift it is an act of great charity-which is love! Is this not what our Lord did for us on the cross? What a gift!

When I was a young boy and was required to memorize the Baltimore Catechism, I wondered why I needed to know all of this information. Because my faith walk is tested daily, I continue to fall back on this material regularly to help me through this misguided world. I would like to thank my family for its devotions, convictions and discipline to love God above all. Furthermore, to the School Sisters of Notre Dame for helping me understand the Catholic religion. What a gift!

I feel that today’s children are missing the gift that I was given by understanding the traditional Catholic religion. Faith is given by God, and God alone, and Jesus set up the Catholic Church to be handed down throughout all of time. What a gift!
Our religion fully supports our Cardinal virtues of faith, hope and charity which are gifts from Christ Himself. What a gift!

I now realize the Catholic religion was a gift from my family and the magisterium of the Church. In knowing that, I have a responsibility to share my religion with others by bringing souls to Christ. It isn’t fair to our youth to face this unsuspecting world without some reasoning as to why we follow Jesus Christ through the Catholic religion. Many of our children have already fallen to the ways of the world, and walked away from the Eucharist; which is the center of our faith. Thus, I decided to teach the seventh graders at St. Dominic’s to help them reach their full potential on their journey of faith through life. They are amazed when they come to comprehend what we learned years ago. You can see them fall in love with Jesus, our Blessed Mother, Saints, and the fullness of the faith. It takes time and effort to prepare for the classes, but the results are such a reward to me time and again. What a gift!

As a gift to humanity, Jesus gave the keys of the Heavenly kingdom to Peter. He then accepted the full responsibility and continued to hand them down through the traditions and teachings of the church. I am proud to hand this treasure to our kids. Parents are supposed to be the first institutor of the faith, and are able to use the Church to reiterate that faith. What a gift!

Let us give the gift of the Catholic religion to our children so that they may have the opportunity to be in paradise one day.

Mary Skladanek - Why I Serve

My first foray into ministry was as a lector in 1989. For 11 years prior to that I was in a depressed state, after the untimely death of my father. But that Lenten season (1989) I participated in a Renewal Program. As I write this, I can still feel the deep withheld emotions bubbling up and out. The facilitator had given each of us a small stone and told us to hold it in the palm of our hands. He asked that we call on God to help us to release whatever we held inside and put it in that stone. If I could have, I would have crushed that pebble. I still feel it in my palm. I put everything I had into that small piece of earth. Then we came forward and threw it away while being blessed by this holy man. The tears I shed were tears of joy. I was no longer angry at myself, at one of my brothers, at my Dad (who I miss terribly to this day), or at God. I went searching in the deepest, darkest parts of myself and found Him waiting there for me; for "I am with you always" (MT 28:20). I was loved and now I could love again.

As I grew in my love of God and in my faith by proclaiming God’s word during liturgies, I felt called to additional ministries. An opportunity presented itself in January 1991 from Children’s Ministry. There were openings for first and sixth grade catechists. I opted for first grade and God blessed me with six and seven-year-olds that have opened my heart and soul to the wonder of God’s love for us His children. I also assist the Director of Children’s Ministry, Mrs. Kathie Beuscher, on our Tuesday evenings with the children. Jesus told us to be like little children and follow him.

After 30 years as a government employee, I think that my next career, my vocation, is to serve children even more than I have already. Therefore, I’ve been applying for religious education positions in our archdiocese. I’m trying to do my best as his yoke is easy, his burden light (ref. MT 11:30).

Meg  Fabiszak - Passionate Venture

New York, London, Paris, Barcelona, Florence, Beijing, and Quito What do these cities all have in common?   They are all cities to which one of our young adult parishioners has traveled in the last two years.  Currently a student at NYU, Meg Fabiszak is determined to experience diversity and varied cultures and to embrace a mission that will allow her to devote her time and talents in being of service to the poorest of the poor and those whose lives are marginalized.

It all began for Meg like many of our young adults who take a mission trip.  She was seeking an opportunity to combine travel with service; a place where she could make a difference.  She heard God’s call on her trip to the Working Boys Center in Quito, Ecuador.  It was there that Meg saw a vision; a vision of what one person can accomplish in a relatively short period of time - one person and hundreds more who followed; many who have gone through the center and are now staff members of the WBC.  All of whom sacrifice their time, effort and salary to dedicate their lives to offer love and hope to others; who offer sustainable change through education.  The children come to the WBC with no concept of a future.  The WBC opens the door to opportunities; it provides a community of success in which you become a member of the family.

 Meg spoke about how her experience in Quito changed her life.  “The Catholic Church is the absolute center of the WBC.  It is the core behind everything they do.  Every little bit given to the WBC snowballs into something huge and great.”  The volunteers who come to the WBC are treated with the utmost kindness and generosity.  Meg realized that generosity on a daily basis is their way of life. The WBC understands that the volunteers are an integral part of their success; the volunteers contribute to the client’s idea of the world - a world full of hope and possibilities.  For Meg, as is often the case, she received much more in return.  It was at Mass in the cafeteria of the WBC that Meg truly felt the love of God.  “It lights your entire soul, standing, looking out over these poorest of people, singing their hearts out with joyous exuberance.  I never sang with my heart before.”

“The juxtaposition of Quito to Brookfield can’t be internalized without experiencing it.
 My experience in Quito has inspired me to find ways to help the many people in developing countries, and even our own country that are seen as hopeless.”  Meg and three friends applied for and recently received a grant through Youth Ventures – whose mission is: “Building a global movement of young changemakers” http://www.genv.net  in order to get back to Ecuador.  Not only to volunteer as teaching assistants, but their greater goal is to find ways for successful organizations in Ecuador to extend resources and services to the WBC.  They are calling their venture, “Bridges to Success.”  There are logistical problems that need to be resolved, but they are determined to see their project succeed.

 “Seeing first hand what is possible drives me each and every day, not to just get a college degree, but to have a greater purpose.   My goal is to work with Doctors Without Borders http://www.doctorswithoutborders.org for a number of years and hopefully even start my own clinic in a developing country.  I truly believe that adequate healthcare must form the foundation for progress to occur. The ability to help an entire community is just a phenomenal motivation to push ahead.  All my sleepless nights are worth it!”

 Meg keeps a special boy in her heart as a reminder of the faith found within a poor child in Quito.  The day she left after her first trip to the WBC, a young sweet boy named Brayan, looked at Meg with sincerity, innocence and hope and said, “Remember me.”  When Meg returned to the WBC two years later, a boy came directly up to her and said, “You are Margaret, you came back for us.”  It was Brayan.

It would be an honor for Meg to chat with you about the WBC, to answer any questions, and hopefully inspire you to take a mission trip to Quito of your own.  Or if you would like to hear about the world healthcare research project in which she participated in China send her an email at: mmf303@nyu.edu .

Joel and Carrie Jensen - Running in Celebration

Our family has been members of St. Dominic for 2 years and is truly blessed to call this vibrant and faith-filled parish 'home'. We have 7 children (Noah 8, Jonny 7, Julia 6, Ellie 5, Jonah 3, Lucia 1 1/2, Madelyn 9 months). My husband, Joel, and I (Carrie) recently finished the Chicago Marathon together on Oct 7th, 2007, Respect Life Sunday. We had decided to do the marathon together at the end of June as we entered our 10th year of marriage. In 1997 we ran the Tucson Marathon together but had not done any distance running since then (to be honest, I hadn't done any running in the past several years). After we had our 7th baby this past January, I especially felt it was time to get back into shape. Knowing myself I knew it would have to be something drastic in order to stick to it. After sending in the money, we were committed. Since we realized that this was not an event we would be duplicating anytime soon, we decided to use the race to raise money for 2 causes we are passionate about - Pro-Life Wisconsin and Andy Meier, who was injured in a bus crash while on a pilgrimage to Medjugorje this past June.
Our training went well. We had shorter runs during the week. I would get up and start my run by 5:30 and Joel would run when I got home. We ran 4-5 days during the week and once on the weekend. Our weekend runs were our 'long runs', which increased in length each week. We had trained for over 3 months and had completed a 23-mile run just 3 weeks before the marathon without walking, so we thought we were ready. The one thing we weren't prepared for was the extreme heat and humidity we faced on marathon day. We left home at 4:30 a.m. and noticed that the temperature in Chicago was already 70 degrees. My parents were staying at our home to take care of our 6 oldest children. We dropped our 9-month-old off at my cousin's home in Chicago so that I wouldn't be away from her too long since she was still nursing.
The race started at 8 am. Our goal was to finish together. Over 45,000 people had registered for the marathon but only 35,000 showed up to run that morning, primarily due to the predictions of record-high temperatures. Another 11,000 people never ended up finishing for various reasons. At some point rather early on in the marathon, we passed a Planned Parenthood building and prayed together as we ran past it, noticing the cross-street was named DIVISION STREET. How appropriate, we thought. The sidewalks were jammed with enthusiastic well-wishers, bands, and interesting characters. A man dressed up in a Yoda costume, complete with Jedi light saber was running, as well as 'Elvis'. The first half of the marathon was filled with many welcome distractions and was rather enjoyable.
We started noticing the effects of the heat right around the 13-mile point. We always made sure to utilize the water/Gatorade stations along the way, generally placed every 2 miles in the beginning. Somewhere around mile 18, the policemen along the route used their microphones to inform the runners that the marathon was cancelled, we should stop running, and buses would pick us up to take us to the starting area. Not only were we extremely surprised, we were incredibly disappointed, along with everyone around us. We decided to keep running to do our best to get to the finish line before being put onto a bus. The final 8.2 miles were surreal - helicopters circling close overhead, using bullhorns to tell the participants that the race was over, no one should be running, and there were buses available at every aid station. Water stations set up along the route only had empty cups at them since they had run low on water. The citizens of Chicago came out of their homes and businesses with jugs of water for the runners. Fire hydrants were opened up (which made for soaked socks, which in turn made for blisters but did a great job of cooling us down) and people sprayed their water hoses at us. There was hardly anyone cheering from miles 20-25 because the race was called off. Instead, they were in the middle of the streets with their signs, walking alongside the participants. We saw countless people passed out along the way without enough medical personnel to keep up. The temperatures in the sun soar into the 90s toward the end of the race and we wondered what all of that 'white stuff' was that looked like tiny fuzz balls on the backs of people's legs and realized that we had it too and it was little bunches of salt from our dehydrated bodies. We were so thankful to have each other - to make sure the other was okay and to urge each other on to the finish line in good health.
In the end, we did finish together, albeit much slower than we had thought. It took us 5 hours and 46 minutes to finish - 45 minutes slower than our goal. This was our 6th combined marathon so we were not surprised to deal with exhaustion and various physical ailments. To get to run on Respect Life Sunday was a joy as well because our run was also a celebration of our 10th year of marriage and the 7 children with whom God has blessed us. At several points in the final 1/2 of the marathon, we could feel the prayers of others carrying us along and pushing us on towards the finish line. We are so thankful to all of those who supported us spiritually and financially.

 

John Waymel - Why Wiat to be Asked?

This story will focus on the spiritual and "God" aspects surrounding a kidney donation. If you're not a believer in the power of the Holy Spirit then it may not make sense to you. If you do believe, brace yourself.  This has been an incredible spiritual and faith filled experience, another defining event in my faith.

 

 

"Why wait to be asked?"

It was sometime around spring of 2004 when Bob, a member of our Men’s Ministry and Faith Sharing Group brought an unusual personal experience up for discussion one Saturday morning.  He had been attending a car auction that week and a man was there working the crowd person-by-person.  He was asking people for help to save his life.  The man explained that he was suffering from kidney disease and was looking for someone to donate a kidney to save his life.  The kidney did not have to be a match because it would just go into the “pool” and this gentleman would bypass the waiting list and receive a matching kidney when the next one became available.  As Christians and Catholics, Bob asked the rest of us what our answer should be when a perfect stranger says, “Will you donate one of your kidneys to save my life?”  We had all donated time, money, and talent to various different organizations as well as individuals in need, but this was a question none of us had ever been asked.  We discussed this topic during much of our group meeting that morning, but to my recollection no one gave an affirmative answer.  I even contemplated this unique opportunity for a few days afterward and then, as I had done to many times before, allowed other human concerns take precedence in my daily activities and the once burning question soon fell off my mental radar screen. 

A few months later, Bob retold the story of this man searching for someone who would give of themselves to save the man’s life.  This time, however, something was different.  There was this incredibly strong feeling that I could not walk away from the question again.  It was if some “voice” inside was telling me that I could not leave the church property that morning until I had answered the question, “Would you donate a kidney to save someone’s life?”  I went into the church after our meeting ended and sat there praying for strength and guidance.  The flurry of thoughts in my mind seemed to be wrestling with my interpretation of Christianity and at what point we draw the line in the sand in helping or loving our “neighbor”.  The voice inside challenged me to “walk-the-talk” and take all those good words I used in the past about loving unconditionally and put them into action.  It was a defining moment in my faith – one that helped me understand what I truly believed.  After several very long minutes in prayer and silence I could feel my heart pounding and was overcome by a warm sensation.  The answer was surely at hand – I would say “yes!”  There was a brief moment of misplaced pride but then I heard the voice immediately challenge me again with a more frightening question, “Then why wait to be asked?”  That’s when I knew what had to be done.  I could not be satisfied knowing I would say yes only if someone asked me.  It became very apparent that I was being called by the Holy Spirit to actively go forward and donate one of my kidneys without being asked! 

Although I had made the decision to follow what I felt was a calling from the Holy Spirit, there was still more work for him to do.  In the next few weeks I did nothing more than think about what had happened.  I took no further steps to put a plan into action.  It should have come as no surprise when I began seeing articles about organ donations and other people who had donated their kidneys to give the “gift of life.”  God was certainly letting me know that He had not forgotten my commitment.  I finally turned it over to our Lord and checked out www.kidney.org to start investigating the process.

 I began working with the helpful and friendly staff at the transplant clinic at St. Luke’s Medical Center of Milwaukee in October of 2004.  They scheduled all the medical testing and interviews necessary for me to be approved as a kidney donor.  In the 3-4 months that followed, I was measured, scanned, poked, bled, analyzed, probed and further evaluated to determine if I was healthy enough and if my kidneys were suitable for the potential donation.  During all this time I remember feeling completely at ease with the entire process.  The doctors and interview personnel seemed to be surprised that I rarely had any questions or concerns about the actual procedure and recuperation.  It was if something inside was letting me know everything would be alright and I didn’t have to worry about a thing. 

In January of 2005, finally, everything was complete and we could move on to scheduling the surgical procedure.  It was interesting to note that of the 6 anonymous donors evaluated by the clinic during the past 12 months, I was the only one to make it through the entire process and receive an “OK” by the second kidney specialist.  This was certainly another indication of divine intervention – a sign – that this was meant to happen.

It wasn't until the day before surgery, when I meet the recipient (Richard), that the pieces started falling into place. He had been undergoing 6 hour long dialysis treatments, 3 times per week for almost 3 years. The debilitating effects of both kidney disease and the dialysis treatment process were a shock to me. His life was just being slowly sucked right out of his veins. He had little energy or stamina and could almost never be up to do anything longer than an hour or so. What an incredibly horrible experience!

Richard has a cousin who is a Jesuit Priest; another cousin and an uncle are both Brothers in religious orders.  There had been several prayer chains working on finding a kidney. However, because Richard & I have a relatively rare blood type (A-), the cadaver donor list was ineffective in producing an organ that would meet his needs. Once I discovered all he had been going through in pain and discomfort, and heard about all the prayers on his behalf, it finally made sense why this donation was happening. As I mentioned, all throughout the process I had been gliding along with no concerns for myself and no questions for the doctors; my inner peace was at an unbelievably high level. I could never seem to logically explain why I was doing this other than to say "I just felt the need to do it - I was being called to make the donation, but didn't know why".  Meeting Richard provided the answer. My urge to donate was simply God’s answer to all the prayers going out for him. It wasn't about me or my donation at all - it was the plain fact that my kidney was the one Richard needed, so it was going to happen. I had this picture in my head of God pointing at my kidney and telling the Holy Spirit to “go get it.” This realization was so overwhelming because it was also a first hand witness of God's immense love for Richard - to provide him with the kidney that would save his life, and the Holy Spirit was carrying me through the process.  That's why I was so at peace.

 It came full circle the evening after surgery when I was alone in my hospital room, hooked up to 3 medicine pumps, compression bandages for my legs, oxygen, and an extra IV tap.  There was also this strange empty feeling in my side, accompanied by a fair amount of physical discomfort at every movement or breath. As I scanned all the contraptions and contemplated the ache in my side, I said to myself, "I might need that kidney some day, what the heck was I thinking?!" It was that brief moment of human feeling that told me I had not been thinking at all, just responding to a high power that was guiding the entire process and making everything happen according to God's plan. This self realization also made it clear that had the decision been left solely to me, without intervention from above, I would not have responded so graciously to the call - and Richard's pain would still remain. It was only through God’s love and the powerful intervention of the Holy Spirit that made this donation possible. Once again, I was and continue to be overwhelmed by His love & power.

 I can't tell you how many times since the operation I have replayed this experience in my mind and shared it with other people. However, I can tell you that each time there are tears in my eyes and a slight waiver in my voice when I verbalize the immensity of what has transpired. Some people will read this and discount or perhaps not fully understand what went on here, but I have only recorded what I felt so deeply from within. In any event - that's my story and I'm sticking with it.

 As an addendum, there have been many people responding to this story with various types of praise and adulation for “my gift” or “noble deed” – but I continue to listen to the Holy Spirit to handle this in the correct way.  The answer was provided in the form of an ancient Christian tradition that eventually became the Sacrament of Reconciliation.  In those early years the custom called for public confession in front of your faith community.  So whenever I am called to retell the donation story, I always include my confession as well.  Remember that couple of month gap between hearing the need to donate and when I finally got around to answering the call?  My lack of action (which is as good as a “no” response) subjected Richard to additional months of pain and hardship.  I had no right to cause him that needless torture.  This is a piece of the story that lives with me as a constant reminder of my weak faith.  So I ask all who read this story to reach down and please forgive me and my failure to respond to God’s call the first time.  I pray to be more responsive in the future.

The Evans Family - A Miracle Among Us

"Can you imagine eating one egg, 3 tablespoons of butter, 10 blueberries, and one quarter cup of whipping cream for breakfast? How about skipping the butter and doing a shot of oil instead? Or perhaps you could be tempted with one nut, lettuce or 3 olives for a special treat? Although these foods may not sound so appetizing to you, they are what Jacob Evans not only enjoys daily, but also needs in order to function. For Jacob, not eating these foods translated into seven long years of seizures, painful daily episodes, and an inability to walk, talk, stand, concentrate and do what most children do with little or no effort. Life was very difficult for our family until God gave us our miracle.

Or should I say MIRACLES?


On March 7, 2004 our prayers were answered because the mystery was finally solved. Jacob was diagnosed with Glucose Transporter Deficiency Syndrome (GLUT 1). GLUT 1 is a disease that prevents glucose, our main source of
nutrition, from being properly transported to the brain. It is very rare with only 123 known cases worldwide. Not knowing what to expect, we immediately initiated the only known treatment, the Ketogenic Diet, with hopes that it would stop the pain.
 
Little did we know that God was about to take us on a totally new journey that would be filled with more joy than we could have ever imagined. Not only did it stop the seizures and pain completely, but his first year was filled with the most incredible changes. Jacob started to walk without falling; he started to stand; he started to talk. Everything changed in our world and it could not have happened at a better time. Three months after his diagnosis, his baby brother, Elijah, was born and life became a lot more hectic becoming a family of five (Father-Allan, Mother-Kathy, Brother-Benjamin, Brother-Elijah).

Three years have passed and we continue to marvel at Jacob. He is an amazing 10 year old boy who wants so very much to be like other kids. Every single day little miracles are occurring right in front of our eyes. If it is not a newly acquired skill, it’s a new word that we’ve never heard before.  Recently, he has learned how to dress himself, do snaps, and use pronouns.


He also is really into learning about the Lord. St. Dominic’s Children’s Ministry Program, directed by Kathie Beuscher, has been fabulous in supporting Jake over the years.  After hearing him recite the Our Father out of the blue, we graduated him from the RISEN Program and enrolled him in a regular class. Jake absolutely loves “CCD” and won’t stop asking to go once he knows it’s Tuesday. He recently made his First Reconciliation and will be making his Holy Eucharist this May along with his brother, Ben.

Each day truly brings so much to look forward to. However, like most of us, Jacob’s busy days always end in a prayer. But for Jacob, every single night ends with the same prayer: “God, please help me to run” and then with trusting faith, “God, thank you for helping me to run”. Have you thanked the Lord for all your blessings lately?"

The Evans Family

 

 

 


 

 
 
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