He doesn’t sit behind a green curtain. He’s in a tabernacle of gold, resting atop an altar of wood and marble, with crisp white altar linens. I wish I could be more certain of where my vocation takes me, as the flip-flop occurred again. Yesterday at daily 8am Mass I was thinking about the Norbertine nuns and their way of life. Why am I thinking about the Norbertines when I’m about to spend the weekend with the Carmelites?! I told God I needed more clarity during this weekend.
My last client of the day was a no-show. I came home a full one and a half hours early. I got a lot done: changed water in three fish tanks, did a full load of laundry, made and cleaned up after dinner, went for a run, cleaned Noah the Hamster’s cage. I packed. How does packing for two nights become such a huge ordeal? The reason lies in the fact this is not a discernment retreat per se, it’s a volunteer weekend. I was told to come with modest dresses or skirts and comfortable shoes. I will be working to help out with the sisters’ annual personal retreat; they have it scheduled into thirds (June, July & August). I’ll be volunteering for the retreat in August as well.
I paced as I packed. This week has been full with two different incidents, one between a friend, the other between co-workers, denigrating key points of the Catholic church. Want to take a guess? Mary, blessed ever virgin, and her Son’s presence in the Most Holy Sacrament of the Altar. I have noticed over the course of the week (it takes a busy introvert a while to fully process) that protestants (i.e. I’m referring to anyone outside of the Catholic Church) love to quote Scripture to prove Catholics wrong. When a Catholic quotes back, suddenly it’s “circular reasoning”. As I do not want to re-hash either of these incidents, suffice it to say I find the timing interesting pertaining to: my self-made retreat, and the recent awe-some feasts of Corpus Christi, Most Holy Trinity, and Sacred Heart of Jesus.
Anyway, it’s 11pm (Thursday when I wrote this). God bless.