The Mother House of the Sisters of St. Joseph of Carondelet is just down the road from where I reside, in upstate NY. A few years ago, they offered a Good Friday reflection on the emergence of a seedling from soil. They now work with contractors to build homes for seniors and use those profits to fund their works.
How are their vocations doing? I would guess that this issue of communities in opposition to the magisterium would self-resolve in about 10-20 years.
What weed then smoke it. That sister looks like some old time pot smokers back in the day.
I dedicate this Song to Dear Sister Brigid!
Picture yourself in a boat on a river
With tangerine trees and marmalade skies
Somebody calls you, you answer quite slowly
A girl with kaleidoscope eyes
Cellophane flowers of yellow and green
Towering over your head
Look for the girl with the sun in her eyes
And she's gone..............................
She looks angry and miserable. Repentance would give her peace in her last years. I’ve met a number of lovely religious men and women in recent months: Franciscans of Perpetual Adoration, a Benedictine brother who told me every day in Belmont Abbey was a total joy, and just yesterday, brothers of the Missionaries of Charity.
One brother, a Kenyan who had previously been posted in Jamaica and Uganda, had never been up-close with northern European types. He asked if my little boys were sick, because he could see their veins through their skin! I assured him they were in excellent health - “Look at them eat!” - just naturally pale!
God help them I have never heard a sister talk like that before. I knew they existed but to hear how her mind works. What about their vow of obedience. do they even still take them?? (rhetorical)