I’m currently working my way through Mother Theresa: Come be My Light, a collection of her private letters and interpretation by some priest who totally isn’t important when talking about Mother Theresa. She is a woman who always fascinated me–her entire selfless serving to her faith and to the poor in India.
I was just starting my conversion to Catholicism when I met a real live nun in Dublin. I didn’t know she was a nun at first. I was dating a woman at the time who attended a Catholic college, and she had invited me to go to Easter Sunrise Service on Howth Hill and the pancake breakfast at the Pub thereafter. We were talking to a woman in a plaid skirt and sweater, wearing a gold claddagh on her hand. We were chatting away, and then someone referred to her as “Sister [Mary, maybe? Good guess]”. I have a knack of saying things before I think, and blurted out, “you’re a nun? But you don’t have a habit! And you have a wedding ring!” She laughed at me and said, “well, not all sisters wear habits. But I am married. To our Lord.”
So if all the nuns in the world are married to Jesus, and refer to themselves as “sister”-wives…how does this differ from polygamy? I’m just curious.
Anyways. Nun-fascination. I’ve got one. I’m not too far into the book yet–I always find reading about religion unsettling as I fall asleep. And the contents of this book were hers, and she made her wishes quite clear that she did not want them shared with the public, let alone publish. But to realize how dark it can be for someone we thinks radiates such good is something that needs to be out there in the world more often. I just came across this passage:
Why must we give ourselves fully to God? Because God has given Himself to us. If God who owes nothing to us is ready to impart to us no less than Himself, shall we answer with just a fraction of ourselves? To give ourselves fully to God is a means of receiving God Himself. I for God and God for me. I live for God and give up my own self, and in this way induce God to live for me. Therefore to possess God we must allow Him to possess our soul.
I’m only on chapter three, not far past this passage, but I begin to feel a mix between pity for and in awe of the courage of Mother Theresa, to understand so fully what it meant for her to be a nun and dedicate her lift to God and Christ and the Church, without ever receiving feedback that what she was doing was the right thing.
That’s why I could never be a nun. I’m not guided nor have been called by God to follow a path of missionary work. But I wonder if I would have been strong enough, would be strong enough if that call ever came.
The cynic can easily look at the above passage and say, “huh, vow your undying love and loyalty to someone who you never really talk to, don’t have sex with, and work under the knowledge that all of these others in habits (and apparently, the chameleon ones that walk amongst us plain-clothed)–that’s just stupid. It’s stupid to put your faith in someone when what you so willingly give is not so willingly returned.
Hey Catholic Church? I’m gonna do some more thinking on the whole polgamy with the nun thing you’ve got going on. But in the meantime, I’m gonna be stupid, and continue to pursue my faith in love.
In the name of the Father, the Son, and the Holy Ghost, amen.