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A protestant took part in a Catholic Eucharist. In other news: Hell did not freeze over.
It happened last Friday, March 1. The convent’s “Founding Day.” The Mass was a special one and many people attended. Sisters from far away attended. Employees of the convent attended.
I, a Presbyterian, attended.
I knew none of the songs, but I faked it well. As for the prayers, there were a few others not doing the sign of the cross either. So yeah. I wasn’t the only protestant on the field. (For the record, I’m pretty sure there’s nothing fundamentally wrong with a protestant making the motion, however this one is fairly certain she’d whack herself in the nose if she attempted it.)
Then we segued into the Eucharist and in all honesty, Catholics are masters with the segue. It’s seamless. There was another song and people started walking forward. I was about to sit down because, you know. Not Catholic.
Only I noticed everyone was walking forward. Everyone. Even the non-crossers, whom we presume are fellow protestants.
I grew up in a Catholic neighborhood. I had Catholic friends. I know the drill. Only Catholics. Never me.
But these Franciscans have been described as radical. So maybe?
I whispered to the woman sitting next to me – a frequent visitor to the convent, she runs their volunteer organization in St. Cloud — and I ask, “Do you know if it’s okay if protestants–”
I didn’t get to finish; she was nodding emphatically. “I know for a fact it’s okay,” she said, adding, “The Sisters think it’d be like inviting someone to dinner and then not allowing them to eat.”
Which is a marvelous way to put it, don’t you think?
Speaking of dinner, there was one after the Mass and it was free. Fried chicken, mashed potatoes, green beans, several salads including a “copper coin” salad. A dish that will forever change my view on cooked carrots. For dessert, apple pie.
In sadder news from the convent:
One of the Sisters passed away.
Deaths are announced quietly here, by way of a little slip of paper on the entrance to the convent.
It was a Sister I’d never met before: Sister Bernarda. She was 102 years old.
She had been a registered nurse and hospital administrator. Other Sisters reported she was always dignified and direct, and took care to present herself well and look her best. They also said she was very patient and kind to young nurses in training, had a charming sense of humor and was loved by all.
One thing I kept hearing from the Sisters: “I’m happy for her.”
They truly have a different view of death.
The day before she died, Sister Bernarda went to the convent’s beauty salon and got a permanent. (Let that sink in. At 102, she got a perm.)
She told the beautician she needed to look nice because she was “going to meet Jesus.”
This is the news, folks. I’m not making this up.
From the lighter side of of the news:
Yesterday was Donut Day. Also known as Shrove Tuesday.
So apparently this is a thing? Honestly, I had no idea. Growing up Lutheran, every day was donut day. But for those whose Lenten tradition meant giving up decadent food, all that fat and sugar had to get used up. Hence, donuts on Shrove Tuesday.
Full disclosure: I’ve never had a donut as good as my Grandma’s. They arrived on your plate literally moments after she pulled them from the fryer, crispy and golden and oh-so-good. Never too sweet and perfect for dunking in tea.
But these, my friends? These came close. Really, really close.
Speaking of Lent, not sure if it’s your custom to give up something – it’s not mine, but I always liked the notion strictly for the challenge of it. Anyway, came across something that might be the most difficult challenge I’ve seen. It comes from Pope Francis.
Even if we aren’t 100% successful, I rather think if we all just attempted these, we might change the world.
And that’s our news from the convent. Until next time: Be humble, be kind, and always choose love. 💗