Our faith formation begins through the faith of others, and my Maronite parents were instrumental in teaching me to do God’s will. Still, religious life was not something I considered until I attended a discussion about vocations as a teenager.
After the talk, the thought came: “I guess it’s possible God is calling me to become a sister.” Immediately, however, came a quick “No, I don’t think so.” Yet God gradually opened my heart as I grew in knowledge of him and his merciful love for me.
When we are open to God’s will, he makes himself known to us in a very personal way. His invitation persisted, and through prayer and the sacraments — the mysteries, as Maronites call them — I came to realize his will and my vocation with much joy.
When I met the Religious Sisters of Mercy toward the end of my fourth year of medical school, I knew I had found the community where God was calling me to love and serve him to become a point of convergence between his mercy and the misery of mankind.
Sister Mary Rafqa Boulos
Religious Sisters of Mercy
Alma, Michigan








