Hope Overcomes Suffering

Being Catholic has provided me with a unique perspective on health, illness, suffering and death. My practice is heavily influenced by my faith and my purpose in this profession is continually being shown to me in often astonishing ways. In my personal and limited experience, hopelessness is

Who's Up For Chowbucks?

Last year (2012) CCO Vancouver held a Coffee House, where young adults and students got to showcase their various talents through music, skits, dance, and comedy. It was a great evening of fellowship and there was a lot of great talent! Or so I heard…..I was relegated

Something Was Missing

If you had asked me two months ago to tell you about God I would have said that He’s this big guy up in heaven that only does things on Earth when He feels like it. I was told my whole life that He loved me, but

Friends Matter

In the fall of 2012 I moved to Calgary to start my degree in nursing at the University of Calgary. When I first moved I knew no one, and began making friends with a lot of the other students in my dormitory. We spent the first week

Call To Staff

At seventeen, entering the University of Ottawa, I knew what my plan was: to graduate with a biochemistry degree, go to medical school, and work as a cardiologist. But God’s plan for me was slightly different, to say the least. My father’s insistence led me to involvement


I grew up in a loving, Catholic home. We said the rosary every night and even did catechism training every week with my parents. Despite this, I still did not know who Jesus was or what he was for. Religion to me was rules, and if you

Call To Staff

I am a product of the New Evangelization. Although I grew up in a very loving Catholic home, I wasn’t aware of God the Fathers love for me personally, or the manifestation of that love in the gift of Jesus; His life, death and resurrection. That realization


My first year at UBC brought about a big change in my life. Before university being Catholic was normal. My parents were practicing Catholics, and took me to church every Sunday, we would pray as a family, and were involved in the community. I attended a Catholic

Call to Staff

A priest once said to me, “Imagine we are bread – we all enjoy being formed and molded. The problem is that no one likes to be baked, enabling them to be bread for others.” I’ve had the privilege to respond to a great grace in my


Growing up I never really saw my mother loved. Seeing my parents separate impacted my perception of myself. I still remember the day we walked away and my mom told me I would not have a Father anymore. As a five year old, I didn’t understand the