Some may wonder, “Why religious life? Can’t you do in the course of your current daily life what you’ll be doing with the sisters?”
It’s a good question, and one that’s worth answering,
especially in a world that places a lot of emphasis on what a person does, that
values people based on their ability to contribute to society.
The short answer is I chose the religious life because it
was the answer to the restlessness, and no, some sort of volunteerism or social
activism added with a regular personal prayer life all maintained in the course
of my existing life wouldn’t have equaled an answer to the restlessness.
But, of course, there’s more to it.
I’m choosing the religious life because part of answering
the restlessness was making a commitment. A life commitment. Sure, I could do
that by getting married and taking seriously the vow to love and cherish my
spouse till death do us part. But for me, the idea of marriage and a family was
a restricting one.
I have been blessed to have beautiful and real examples of
what makes a good and lasting marriage – in my parents and in many friends I’ve
watched build their families over the last decade. Those couples and their families
inspire me. The way they support each other, the way they’re raising their
children, the way they witness to and live out their beliefs. I am in awe of
them.
But every time I sit in a room full of young families and
watch them in action and listen to their stories, I’m haunted by the thought, “But
I want more.” A family of my own just isn’t enough for me! I know individual
families that have done incredible things, and made huge impacts in the lives
of those around them. But in my heart I knew I’d never be satisfied with that
narrow sphere of influence.
I’ve spent the last four years working for a religious
order, and have seen up-close the impact these men have in the lives of those
they serve. Many of them have connections with people that go back 40 years.
They are members of dozens of families, and they’ve impacted thousands of
lives. Those in religious life will likely never know the extent of the impact
they have until we all, God-willing, get to heaven. But that’s one of the
things that attracted me to this life – the ability to impact the world, albeit
in a quiet way. The ability to touch the world and leave behind an eternal
fingerprint.
In a world with so much noise and opinions and information
overload, I’m choosing religious life because I happen to believe strongly in
something Pope Paul VI said in 1975. Addressing members of the Vatican’s
Council for Laity, he said, “Modern man listens more willingly to witnesses
than to teachers, and if he does listen to teachers, it is because they are
witnesses.” Yes, it’s totally possible to be a witness as a lay person. But as
a member of a religious community, especially one that wears distinctive
clothing, I hope to be one of those witnesses the pope talked about. In a world
where images are so powerful (have you noticed the amount of photos in your
Facebook feed lately?), the sight of a woman in a habit, standing out in a
crowd, speaks louder than anything that might come out of her mouth.
Those are only two of the underlying reasons for this
choice, for my saying “yes” to this invitation. And that’s really what it is in
the end. This isn’t about a career move. I’m not entering the convent because I
got tired of my job or my line of work or because I was lonely because I wasn’t
married or because I was somehow tired of my life.
No. This is an invitation to a radically different life, and
it’s not for everyone. But it’s a life that spoke to my heart at its deepest
level. That small whisper that said, “come and see.” A vocation isn’t something
you decide you’re going to have and then make it happen. It’s a gift. And, like
any gift, you’re free to accept it or not. But there’s no re-gifting allowed
here. So this gift is really special, in fact it’s tailor-made for those to
whom it’s presented. There’s zero chance that you’re NOT going to like it, a
lot. And there’s also no way that you won’t ultimately find your deepest
happiness in accepting it.
I’m still at the beginning of this journey, but I can already
attest to the truth of that last line.
1 comment:
Beautiful, Stephanie!
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