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"Rejoice, you barren one who bore no children;
break forth and shout, you who were not in labor;
for more numerous are the children of the deserted one
than of her who has a husband."
Galatians 4.27
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Open Letter to a Nun
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"Raise a glad cry, you barren one
who did not bear, break forth in
jubilant song, you who
were not in labor, For more numerous are the children of the deserted
wife than the children of her who has a husband, says the LORD."
Isaiah 54.1 |
There are mothers of many who are mothers to none – and there are
mothers of none who are mothers to many.
How your children abound! Count them if you can, daughter of the promise
of Abraham!
You are the face of Mary in the desert of this world.
How many ... how many say ... that except for you ... they had no one.
Arms that never close, heart that never sleeps, love that is never
emptied ... you are such a Sign to the world, O, Daughter of God! Your
robe and veil announce to Whom you belong, and you do not demur from it
– how clearly they enunciate that you have spurned the world, its
false lovers, its empty promises ... and have embraced your Spouse Jesus
Christ. In you we find Him! Bring us to Him!
Do you know how desperately we need you? ... how ill we are in this
world?
We come to you as one.
We come to you as many. One or many, we come as your children through
your espousal to Christ Jesus. We know that you are our mother, our
sister, our daughter – all that we have lost in the world, and long
for with a longing unto tears.
In your humble robe and beautiful veil you do not conceal, no ... you
uncover the Heart of Christ, the face of Mary, to a world that has lost
all acquaintance with sanctity, all memory of the sacred. we have even
lost ourselves!
Throw off your veil, discard your robe, and you, too, uncover your
nakedness to the world, which has disrobed itself before our eyes a
thousand times! ... Do not do this!
We do not long for Mary as Corporate CEO clothed with the
world, as the world, hiding in shame the emblem of her espousal to God and God
alone. This is the world which we already know, the world of designer
suits and cold corporate words that has used us, drained us, exploited
us ... and discarded us.
It is to the promise of a better world, the testimony to things real,
sacred, and eternal, it is to this, in this, that we come to you.
We are the world's orphans
... count us, if you can ... are we not numberless?
You do not understand how in your hiddenness you are the most
conspicuous sign to the world!... the Sign of the Cross, the reality of
Christ, the sign of hope, the sign of things that really matter ... that
we had all forgotten – but you did not.
Rejoice, Daughter of the Most High God. He has given you as an
inheritance, the orphans of the world.
Bring them to your Spouse
... for it is He Who brought them to you ...
Rejoice! For you are the mother of countless children, O spouse of
God and Daughter of the King!
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