Not so long ago
Last weekend, I attended a silent meditation retreat that was half-Zen, half-Catholic (yes, such things are possible). The highlight of the weekend for me was meeting Sister Josepha, a retired nun of the Sisters of Charity, which opened several charitable hospitals in south Texas starting in 1866.
Because it was a silent retreat, I was able to speak with her only for a few minutes as we were all saying good-bye and returning home, but she told me she’d been a nurse, and that one of the hospitals near me the Sisters had founded long ago had just been sold to a larger hospital network. There just weren’t enough sisters left to run it.
When I said something like, “That’s a shame,” in response to the lack of sisters, she smiled philosophically and said, “Things always change. We’ll find something else to do, those of us who are left.”
I thought of Sister Julienne and Sister Bernadette (as written by Jennifer Worth), and thought about how they did find something else to do. Then, with this tiny nun standing before me, about how very near to this time -- our time -- their service has been.
There was really nothing more to say to her than, “Thank you,” and Godspeed on wherever her journey takes her.