One less Nun

pexels-photo-971605.jpegI was raised Catholic and attended a parochial school in my formidable years so naturally, I was set on becoming a  nun. It looked like a pretty good deal to me:  free meals, a nice big house with no boys,  a career with wardrobe included, and everything would be spelled out in black and white–those neat looking outfits called “habits”  I figured wearing one of those would qualify me as righteous.  If I couldn’t be the part, at least I could look the part.  It would be my career and my wardrobe. My black shoes would always match my outfit, and I’d never worry about whether blue eye-shadow was in or out, as shadow of any color and make-up in general–was definitely out. Also, the glory of head coverings is one never has a bad-hair day.

But, alas, the nun’s attire was very hot and uncomfortable, so by the mid-’60’s, the nasty habits disappeared, as did my motivation to become a nun. My four sisters (and pretty much the whole world) knew I was not “nun material” anyway.  And while it’s true I was not fit to serve the Lord,  I’ve noticed I’m in good company.

Peter, in His first encounter with Jesus said,

“Depart from me Lord, I am a sinful man.”

And Isaiah said,

“I saw the Lord…woe to me!  For I am a man of unclean lips!”

But both those guys hung around long enough to experience the Lord’s kindness that leads to repentance. As have I.  So, while there’s one less nun, I serve the Lord Jesus Christ, nonetheless.

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