A faithful nun is a force to be reckoned with.
Nuns
- Donald R. McClarey
Donald R. McClarey
Cradle Catholic. Active in the pro-life movement since 1973. Father of three, one in Heaven, and happily married for 43 years. Small town lawyer and amateur historian. Former president of the board of directors of the local crisis pregnancy center for a decade.
Absolutely True and moreover today.
Nuns have not been marred by scandals, and still hold all high esteem in the eyes of the public.
I thank God for the nuns who taught me every day.
Nuns have the JOY that surpasses all understanding. [ well not all 🙂 ]
Nones seek happiness and can’t understand why it’s so fleeting.
The only Nun that is lacking in Joy is probably due to her sufferings not being correctly understood.
Otherwise Joy is as natural as the cheeks on their faces.
So true.
Taught by Sisters of the Immaculate Heart of Mary, Sisters of Mercy of the Union, Sisters of Providence.
I now give monthly to two different communities of cloistered nuns rather than to anything the Useless CCB can get their grubby, grifting hands on. Try it, you’ll like it. 😇
A first impression, and probably an accurate one, is that the Sisters in the photo are young, irrepressibly happy, traditional on their piety and religious practices, and staunchly orthodox in their faith and morals.
Take a photo of some other dying religious orders, with no young vocations, no religious habit, and no smiling faces, and you might conclude something very different.
Which group thinks of sending Christmas cards to employees of an abortion clinic? Which group is more likely to foster conversions to the Catholic faith?
I imagine the nuns on the bus send ‘attaboys’ to abortion clinics …
Keep up the good work,
Sincerely,
“Sister” Simone Campbell
xoxo
Nuns on a bus. Is that a version of Thelma and Louise?
Philip.
Unfortunately, the political events staged under the name “Nuns on the Bus” were not fictional or entertaining like the movie, Thelma and Louise. For better or worse, the aging, habitless, and humorless Sisters never drove their bus off of a cliff at the end of the show.
They were, and maybe still are, a group of politically liberal nuns who opposed the strong emphasis that the bishops put on prolife issues.
The nuns in the photo above do not belong to that group.
The orders of religious sisters that are dying out are the same as the priests that went through the seminary in the seventies and eighties. Co-opted by the world and dying. The orders of religious sisters that are growing are young and traditional. See Sisters of Mary Mother of the Eucharist.
“They were, and maybe still are, a group of politically liberal nuns who opposed the strong emphasis that the bishops put on prolife issues.”
lepanto…
I apologize for my sarcastic ways. I’m very aware of their political stance regarding abortion…hence driving their bus off a cliff.
That analogy on my part was not very Christian. For that please accept my apology…and any liberal religious who might of been offended.
Killing the innocent is wrong.
Period.
LKL.
The Descaled Carmelites of the Infant Jesus of Prague cloister in Traverse City is also gaining in numbers, thanks be to God.
This is the eulogy I gave at my Aunt Theresa’s funeral. She was a Sister of Mercy.
Aunt Theresa is the last of our parent’s generation. In her long life of service as a Sister of Mercy she was assigned to various positions in and around St. Louis as well as teaching assignments in Gillespie, Illinois; Sikeston, Missouri; Springfield, Missouri; Rio Grande City, Texas; Mission, Texas; Portageville, Missouri and Caruthersville, Missouri.
When I was a kid there were occasional visits with my aunts and uncles on various holidays at their homes. This would have been in the early 1960’s. Aunt Mary lived in Arnold. Aunt Marge lived in Arnold. Aunt Elizabeth lived at various times in St. Louis and Arnold. Uncle Johnny lived in Lemay. Uncle Frank lived in south St. Louis County. All had average middle-class homes.
Aunt Theresa, on the other hand, lived in a sprawling mansion in Webster Groves that was so unlike any other relatives’ place. Of course, she didn’t own it and she lived there with a number of her fellow sisters. But visits there were special. On warm summer days the families would meet on the spacious lawn at the convent with picnic food; fried chicken, potato salad, pork and beans, chips, lemonade and maybe beer that my Dad and his brothers and brothers-in-law had. Hope that was okay. My cousins and I would run around exploring the grounds. Aunt Theresa didn’t say much that I can recall but I didn’t hang around much until the food was served. She seemed to enjoy the visits but was concerned that we kids might damage some shrine or place of meditation. She was very concerned about the grounds and rightly so. She didn’t own it but she cared about it.
When I was older, and less of a threat to real estate and property, she and I got to appreciate each other a bit more. Although her dogged insistence to never wear her hearing aids sometimes made that difficult. But I came to understand that the beautiful places where she lived came at a price. She sacrificed personal experiences like marriage and children, but it was a price that, as I’m sure her fellow sisters can attest, was worth it. Devoting your life to God’s will and to “Go where I send thee.” as it says in the book of Jeremiah, requires a commitment that few these days care to undertake. Aunt Theresa did, and as a “good and faithful servant” she has now entered into her reward.