The Nun's Story Page #2

Dear children, it is not easy to be a nun.

It is not a life of refuge from the world.

It is a life of sacrifice.

In a way, it is a life against nature.

It is a never-ending struggle

for self-perfection.

Some of you will have

more trouble than others.

Poverty, chastity, and obedience

are extremely difficult.

Each of us here can assure you of that.

The sacrifices that are required

of us are bearable...

only if we make them with love.

Just as in the world

we can do impossible things...

with a glad heart for a loved one...

so it is with us.

We can endure greater sacrifice...

because the object of our love

is our Lord Jesus Christ.

In order to come into closer union

with our Lord...

you will be submitted

to exercises and tests...

which are designed

to root out your faults...

curb your passions...

and prepare you

for acquiring the virtues and grace.

If you question

these exercises in humility...

these steps towards a closer union

with our crucified Lord...

you do not belong with us.

Cloistered life is made up

of an infinity of small things.

You must try to live the Holy Rule

not day by day...

but minute by minute...

in a state of constant alertness

against imperfections.

The perfect nun is one who,

for the love of God...

is obedient in all things unto death.

Remember, dear children,

you can very easily cheat us, your sisters.

But you can never cheat yourself. Or God.

The postulant will learn

strict obedience to the bell...

which is the voice of God.

Stopping whatever she is doing instantly...

when it calls to other duty or devotions.

What is served for lunch, do you know?

It doesn't matter.

They won't let me eat it, anyway.

Twice each day for the rest of your lives...

you will examine your consciences.

And enter in these notebooks...

each and every imperfection

against the Holy Rule.

For example, if you drink

a glass of water between meals...

without asking permission.

If you leave a light on unnecessarily.

If you're late for work, and so on.

I accuse myself of breaking

the Grand Silence.

I accuse myself of

uncharitable thoughts about my sisters.

I accuse myself of having drunk a glass of

water between meals without permission.

I accuse myself of failing

in modesty of the eyes.

I accuse myself of worldly desires.

I accuse myself

of having spoken without necessity.

I accuse myself of laughing

during the Grand Silence.

I accuse myself....

I accuse myself of daydreaming.

-I accuse myself....

-I accuse myself....

Enter.

Yesterday I visited one of our sisters

who is ill in hospital.

And your father was attending her.

He asked about you. And about the Congo.

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