Saturday, September 12, 2009

So, we had dinner with a nun last night

The Hubs and I had dinner with a nun last night, followed by a tour of the convent and chapel at the Sisters of Notre Dame in Chardon. We topped the night off by delivering a walker to a rehab facility at 9 o'clock in the evening.

Guess what?

It was FUN!

Sister is rollicking fun and has the warmest heart I've ever known. I told her she missed her calling and should have been a comedienne. Punny, I know. But she is truly funny.

Anyhow, being around all of those humble and giving women made me realize my place in life. I, for example, don't do a whole lot for others. Granted approximately fifty hours a week is dedicated to helping others, but truth is I'm paid for it. These nuns, they give fully. It's a conscience jolt to realize they're much more joyful than the average human being. They are so far removed from the rat race of our lives it is unbelievable. Yes, they're busy. Yes, they work. Yes, they evangelize. Yes, their life is somewhat institutional.

Still I have to say I'm a little jealous of their lives. They are all so secure in who they are, their place in the community, and their place in the world.

Sister watches over a visiting nun from Korea. This Korean nun is amazing. She came to the U.S. to go to school for a master's degree in theology so that she could go home to write religious texts for her community. However, she didn't even speak English. But, that's not what is amazing about her. I saw her do something that doesn't take a nun's habit or vows to accomplish. We witnessed an absolute moment of charity.

Leaving the dining hall Sister's shoe came untied. The Korean Sister came right up behind her, set down her glass of milk, knelt down and tied her shoe for her.

Now, I'm not known for my random acts of kindness. In fact I'm pretty sure my over-the-top sarcasm and bad attempts at humor are ways to shut out every one around me. But, at some point in my life I'd like to live with a heart that open.

Oh, and speaking of sisters. I really miss my little sister. Her phone is broken so I can't hear her voice. People laugh at how much she talks but that is one of the highlights of my life and I miss it!

Here's to sisters - nuns, blood, and otherwise.

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