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Sister Rosaire Lucassen

Sister Rosaire with St. Catherine's students

Sister Rosaire Lucassen

S. Rosaire was born and raised in Racine. She earned her bachelor’s, master’s and doctoral degrees all from Loyola University, Chicago. She served as as professor and academic dean at Dominican College for eight years before being elected to leadership in her community.  From 1970-1986, S. Rosaire was vice president and then president of the Racine Dominicans, and for the past 26 years, she has been a guidance counselor at St. Catherine’s High School in Racine.


Sister Rosaire Lucassen Celebrated Her 60th Jubilee in 2013

My response can best be found in two passages that have been a part of my life and reflection for a long time – a few lines from a poem and from a play. They say it better than I could.

Their focus is on the source of the call to this life, the path chosen by our community, “committed to truth, compelled to justice,” and the unflagging spirit of Dominic, hope and joy.

“Dark and cold we may be, but this is no winter now. The frozen misery of centuries breaks, cracks, begins to move, the thunder is the thunder of the floes, the thaw, the flood, the upstart spring. Thank God our time is now when wrong comes up to face us everywhere, never to leave us till we take the longest stride of soul men ever took. Affairs are now soul size. The enterprise is exploration into God. . .”

— Christopher Fry, “A Sleep of Prisoners”

“The world is charged with the grandeur of God. It will flame out, like shining from shook foil; It gathers to a greatness, like the ooze of oil Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod? Generations have trod, have trod, have trod; And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil; And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod.

And for all this, nature is never spent;
There lives the dearest freshness deep down things;

And though the last lights off the black West went Oh, morning, at the brown brink eastward springs – Because the Holy Ghost over the bent World broods with warm breast and with ah! bright wings.”

Gerard Manley Hopkins, “God’s Grandeur”