THE CALL COMES LIKE A WHISPER
A vocation to religious life is, for each person, rather like a whisper amid all the noise and distractions of the world. Its best explained by the smile of a postulant on that first day she enters the monastery and is greeted by soft silence, the nuns' laughter, a sense of arrival at a beginning.
Its visualized when you see the hopefilled steps of a delighted novice as she galants along a garden walkway alone before Lauds in the crisp snow. Its understood through the daily generosity and often peaceful humming of an older nun walking through the trees, kicking at the leaves with her cane as her limp transforms into an occasional skip along the quick paced creek she follows in the monastery woods.
If you think you have a vocation to the contemplative life, well then you already know the joy and anticipation that our Lord of Merciful Compassion offers when He says: Come, Follow Me!
A vocation to religious life is, for each person, rather like a whisper amid all the noise and distractions of the world. Its best explained by the smile of a postulant on that first day she enters the monastery and is greeted by soft silence, the nuns' laughter, a sense of arrival at a beginning.
Its visualized when you see the hopefilled steps of a delighted novice as she galants along a garden walkway alone before Lauds in the crisp snow. Its understood through the daily generosity and often peaceful humming of an older nun walking through the trees, kicking at the leaves with her cane as her limp transforms into an occasional skip along the quick paced creek she follows in the monastery woods.
If you think you have a vocation to the contemplative life, well then you already know the joy and anticipation that our Lord of Merciful Compassion offers when He says: Come, Follow Me!