Cenacle Journal
Posted in Fear on Jan 9th, 2006
One of our sisters, in most ways cheerful and courageous, is terrified of flying. Some people deal with this common fear by taking the train, and others by having a few stiff drinks before boarding. But our sister handles her fear in a more adult fashion — with teddy bears. She carries them on the [...]
When I was a child, I liked singing “The First Noel”: The first Noel the angel did say Was to certain poor shepherds in fields as they lay; In fields where they lay keeping their sheep, On a cold winter’s night that was so deep. But at that age I understood “to certain” as an [...]
Before Sister Rosalie entered the Cenacle, she lived in a house on the Gulf coast with two little dogs named Penny and Black Bart. Whereas Penny was ladylike and prudent, Black Bart was an adventurer. Once when he was still a puppy, an adventure led Black Bart to an unfortunate encounter with a prickly pear, [...]
Sister Rosalie calls me “Rose the Nose.” That’s because I have an unusually acute sense of smell. While at times this has its benefits (such as noticing the fragrance of a dead mouse before it has had time to decompose to a totally disgusting state), it can also be an affliction (as when I am [...]
Brush me, O God, with the feathers of your mercy, for I am dusty with pettiness. Day by day in fear my heart collapses on itself. My hours are gray with forgetfulness. See — the coals of my love have already settled into ash. Breathe me into new life, that I may expand in the [...]
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