Eileen Custy SL

Eileen Custy was born and raised on a dairy outside of Denver and attended a one-room schoolhouse for her first eight years. After a year of college at Loretto Heights, she joined the Sisters of Loretto. In spite of the fact that she thought at that time she never wanted to be a teacher, she loved the work and taught for 46 years. Most of those years were spent in El Paso, Texas. Eileen “retired” in 2004 and moved to Kentucky, where she served as an administrative assistant to the Motherhouse Coordinator for nearly 20 years before retiring in November 2023. Eileen continues to serve the Motherhouse Community, particularly pastorally.
Photo of a Ghanaian mother and child. The child is held on the mother's back by a bright yellow and blue patterned wrap.

Reflection on the 20th Sunday in Ordinary Time

Let’s begin looking at today’s Gospel by walking in the sandals of the woman from Cana. She is desperate to find help for her child, who is apparently suffering from some sort of seizures attributed in those days to possession…

Reflection on the Fourth Sunday of Lent

Helen Keller said, “The only thing worse than being blind is having sight but no vision.” The Scribes and Pharisees in today’s Gospel were blind to the signs that were right there in front of them. They could see with their…

Reflection on Pentecost Sunday

On Memorial Day, I watched the National Memorial Day celebration on television. It was a lovely tribute to those who have put themselves on the front line to protect our freedom to be the kind of country our forefathers established.…

Person washing monk's feet

Reflection on the Fifth Sunday of Easter

Loretto Sister Rita Bruegenhagen introduced me to the commentaries of David Brooks and Jonathan Capehart on PBS News every Friday evening. I have enjoyed their commentaries ever since but recently, in listening to a panel discussion at Georgetown University in…

Reflection on the Second Sunday of Lent

In all three cycles of Lenten readings the first Sunday is always the temptation in the desert, and the second Sunday is always the Transfiguration. They are like bookends: the beginning of Jesus’ mission and pointing to the end of…