It’s Sunday , the feast of pentecost. A feast celebrated by The roman catholic church , 50 days after the death of Jesus. It began just like every Sunday I’m blessed with . I hit the dismiss button on my phone’s alarm app, it’s 4 am , not fully awake, I try to get myself out of bed against the innumerable reasons to go back to sleep snuggled into my cotton bedsheet. The weather is cold on this side of Enugu state and just the perfect temptation to go back to bed whilst substituting the thoughts of attending the first mass of the day (Morning Mass) with any other Mass said throughout the day . Now as I recall.
Waking Up Rituals. I finally got out of bed , As awake as my body could allow . I stumble into the other room of the house next to mine to wake my siblings up and as usual they hesitate and the normal waking ritual of threatening to deal with them if I should come back to meet them in bed . I immediately proceed to the Kitchen , to boil a kettle full of water for the whole family. I walk into the previous room to find my little minions (as I love to call them 😆 )scattered across the room , one on the floor and another sitting carelessly on study desk all rubbing their eyes as if to rouse it against it’s will. The next task , is to get them to brush their teeth and when the kettle whistles to everyone’s hearing , get them to undress while I run the water for bathing . The rest is history . It takes us an hour and thirty minutes to fully get dressed on a cooperative morning , but that’s not the case, today , it took us a total of 2hours and 15 mins . We don’t have breakfast or say our morning prayers on Sundays , when we attend mass obviously because we are called to attend “The feast of the Lamb” and the highest prayer on earth.
Something Right out of the corner of my eyes . We get to the church in time to receive the priest first blessings. And half way through Mass , I spot an unusual figure , dressed in immaculate white , right out of the corner of my eyes. I turn fully to identify this figure in matching veil and cloth. It’s a Sister , a Reverend Sister. She was dressed in white gown and matching veil, which I later discovered to be called a Habit . She had a rosary hung on the right side of her waist . She looked beautiful. Something about her gave off the feeling of devotion, of belonging to God alone. Of course , its not my first time of seeing a reverend sister and certainly not my first time spoting a sister in church but to be honest there has always been something about them that attracted me so deeply. I love the way they represent something bigger than themselves something bigger than me and you . They represent God , especially what is means to belong totally and wholly to God .
New Friends Already.
Through out Mass , I kept thinking of her and the way she made me feel connected to something I don’t know quite yet. I resolved in the midst of the closing prayer and final blessings to talk to her , no matter what. I tried to conjure up questions. I wanted to know what made her so beautiful, peaceful . As everyone exited the church building into the compound, I summoned up enough courage to not care about the stares , I would receive from my family and friends. Walking up to her , she smiled so sweetly that my anxiety disappeared . We exchanged greetings and immediately she told me her name , the religious community she belonged to , it’s charism ( their work and spirituality) and I in turn gave my name and any interesting detail I could remember at the moment. She smiled ones again and asked if we could be friends , she went on to tell me why and how I found her in this parish. It turned out that she was on her way back from her brothers wedding when she decided to attend Mass at my parish. We exchanged contact numbers , the both of us promising to call and know more about the other . we both left smiling. Later that evening , when almost all my Sunday chores had be accomplished . I dialed her number and is greeted by a familiar and cheerful voice. We talked about her trip back to her convent and her thoughts on our parish , her vocation story and her happy and shocking experiences living with a group of like minded females (which were funny and similarly equivalent with living with siblings , roommates 😆)
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Quote of the day.
“No man truly has joy unless he lives in love.”
Saint Thomas Aquinas.
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