• Complain

Mary Francis - Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea

Here you can read online Mary Francis - Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea full text of the book (entire story) in english for free. Download pdf and epub, get meaning, cover and reviews about this ebook. year: 1997, publisher: Ignatius Press, genre: Non-fiction. Description of the work, (preface) as well as reviews are available. Best literature library LitArk.com created for fans of good reading and offers a wide selection of genres:

Romance novel Science fiction Adventure Detective Science History Home and family Prose Art Politics Computer Non-fiction Religion Business Children Humor

Choose a favorite category and find really read worthwhile books. Enjoy immersion in the world of imagination, feel the emotions of the characters or learn something new for yourself, make an fascinating discovery.

Mary Francis Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea
  • Book:
    Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea
  • Author:
  • Publisher:
    Ignatius Press
  • Genre:
  • Year:
    1997
  • Rating:
    4 / 5
  • Favourites:
    Add to favourites
  • Your mark:
    • 80
    • 1
    • 2
    • 3
    • 4
    • 5

Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea: summary, description and annotation

We offer to read an annotation, description, summary or preface (depends on what the author of the book "Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea" wrote himself). If you haven't found the necessary information about the book — write in the comments, we will try to find it.

Mother Mary Francis tells the story of how a cloistered Poor Clare Community, wholly content to stay where it was, has been called forth by God to go abroad and found or restore five more contemplative communities. In her own charming way, she relates the story - not only of the spiritual adventure of one contemplative nun, but also of the spread of contemplative life from New Mexico to Holland. Throughout the book the author explores spiritual themes about the call each person receives from God to venture forth into the spiritual unknown beyond the confines of our own life plans into the greater fulfillment of Gods loving Providence. God gives His summons; the answer must be ours.

Mary Francis: author's other books


Who wrote Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea? Find out the surname, the name of the author of the book and a list of all author's works by series.

Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea — read online for free the complete book (whole text) full work

Below is the text of the book, divided by pages. System saving the place of the last page read, allows you to conveniently read the book "Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea" online for free, without having to search again every time where you left off. Put a bookmark, and you can go to the page where you finished reading at any time.

Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make
Forth and Abroad

Mother Mary Francis, P.C.C.

Forth and Abroad
Still Merry on
Land and by Sea

A Sequel to
A Right to Be Merry

Forth And Abroad Still Merry On Land And By Sea - image 1

Ignatius Press San Francisco

Cover illustration by Sister Mary Pius, P.C.C.
Cover design by Riz Boncan Marsella

1997 Ignatius Press, San Francisco
All rights reserved
ISBN 0-89870-589-4
Library of Congress catalogue number 96-83639
Printed in the United States of America

To my eighteen thousand sisters
the Poor Clare Nuns
spread over the world

Contents
Preface

Once upon a time there was a little book called A Right to Be Merry . It was written because we needed, urgently, to repair our enthusiastically leaking roof and had no money to accomplish that. Our founding abbess, Mother Immaculata, saw an ad in a Catholic paper: $1,000.00 prize for a first book by an unknown author. Realizing that I was highly qualified by reason of never having written a book and being thoroughly unknown, Mother told me to write a book. Obedience simplifies all things. So, there was no room for questioning and even less for objecting. It remained only to inquire what the book should be about. I dont care, replied Mother Immaculata, giving this yet further evidence of her broad, sweeping vision and knowledge of how to delegate work. However she added, if not ominously at least definitively: But win the prize. We have to get the roof repaired. That made my plan of procedure clear. So, I rummaged about in the piles of old, used Christmas cards people had given us, flattened them out (cards, not donors), and wrote the story of our Poor Clare life on the backs of the cards.

Choosing the subject of the book posed no problem. It was only a clear matter of writing about what I love with all my heart: our blessed vocation, our way of life. On old Christmas cards, and in oddments of time here and there, it was written. We never entered the contest because Frank Sheed, dinner guest at the home of a professor-friend of ours at Notre Dame University, picked up the few typescript chapters Id sent to said friend and asked to publish them and the chapters to come, sight unseen.

So many, in the ensuing years, have asked for a sequel to A Right to Be Merry . This is it. Sequels are oftentimes quite deadly. We hope this one is not. One ecumenical council and five foundations later, were still merry.

Chapter I

First Summoning

What does she see? I inquired of myself. I did not inquire directly of Sister Anthony, whose unswerving gaze at a point on the ceiling of her little infirmary cell was intriguing me, because she was too busy. Sister Anthony was dying, and she was giving to this present task the same focused attention she had given to every other charge and detail of her sixty years of Poor Clare living. She seemed clearly to be already in another world where we could not follow her. Intent, unblinking, she lay there. And I, perched on a high stool beside her bed, sat there. One just does not ask questions at such a moment in such a situation. But then the young novice mistress, her little flock of novices and postulants fluttering about her, came in.

It was time for the changing of the love-guard that kept watch beside Sister Anthony all the days and nights of those final weeks of her last November in Roswell. And our hope-for-the-future contingent very much wanted to know what Sister Anthony was seeing at that point above her which so compelled her gaze. Having none of the inhibiting hesitations of their abbess, they sought clear explanations, no matter the hour or the situation. Do you see our Blessed Mother, Sister Anthony? the self-appointed spokesman wanted to know, probably hoping against hope for an affirmative answer sure to elicit a whole litany of subsequent inquiries. It was a dramatic moment as Sister Anthony slowly turned her gaze away from its upward intentedness to the little hopefuls around her. She studied her young questioner with something that made me think of the Last Judgment. I could only reflect within myself that dying Sister Anthony looked strikingly like living Sister Anthony had always looked: businesslike, no-nonsense, practical, and conclusive. The eager question still hung upon the air: Do you see our Blessed Mother? No, dear Sister, replied Sister Anthony in a tone that left no doubt as to her opinion about seeking after the phenomenal. It was, in fact, the briefest and perhaps most effective instruction I have ever had regarding the perils of desiring visions and all such. After this devastating negative, Sister Anthony returned to her study of the ceiling.

Then, on November 28, 1969, having just attained her eighty-first year, Sister Anthony departed to initiate our first foundation, a foundation assuredly destined to endure by reason of its being made in eternity. And it was an especially fitting time, since the Roswell foundation was just come of age, it being twenty-one years precisely that November since eight of us had come to put down our Poor Clare roots in an old white farmhouse just outside the city limits of Roswell. We had come by Gods grace to number thirty this historic November, but we still held fast to our conviction that foundresses scarcely ever remain upon this earth long enough to be part of yet another foundation. This one newly made by Sister Anthony in eternity would, we could be certain, grow. And even as we sorely missed her unique earthly presence, we could without doubt anticipate each of us returning to her company to enlarge Roswells foundation in eternity during the unfolding years. No one, of course, had any intention of going anywhere else. Eternal rest grant to her, O Lord, we besought that Lord for our Sister Anthony. Only, she did not rest. Things began happening.

Less than two years after the summoning voice of God had spoken his Forth and abroad! to our first vicaress in Roswell, he was to sound that call to five of us for Roswells first foundation in the vestibule of eternity, that is to say, upon earth. Sister Anthony had always wanted to get things done on earth right away. It seemed evident that she was continuing this mode and manner in the celestial realm. It was likewise manifest that God endorsed this plan of action and had, as a matter of observable fact, initiated it from the beginning. That is, he again made himself quite and painfully clear.

There was a vacated monastery in a southern State, and there was a wonderful bishop who did not wish it to remain such. Will you come? he asked us. In the kindest and gentlest manner, the good bishop yet made it discomfitingly clear that if Poor Clare life was not to be any longer in his diocese, it would obviously be our fault. If the Lord Jesus was obliged to fold his tabernacle-tent and take his Eucharistic departure, the responsibility for such a heartrending exodus would be ours. There followed, after a short measure of time allowed us to emerge from initial shock, a series of community discussions. It was just early post Vatican II, and collegiality was the watchword of the hour. We were very collegial, each sister contributing her light on the situation and her considered opinion. The fact that all the lights were one light and all the opinions the same would doubtless be considered deplorable in any age of enlightenment, much less the somewhat panting atmosphere of the early seventies. But there was just no gainsaying it: we all produced one and the same scenario as we had this thing out with God. It could have been set down in script like this:

BISHOP: This monastery must needs be re-peopled.

ROSWELL COMMUNITY: Assuredly. We shall pray for that.

BISHOP: But you are the ones who must do it.

Next page
Light

Font size:

Reset

Interval:

Bookmark:

Make

Similar books «Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea»

Look at similar books to Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea. We have selected literature similar in name and meaning in the hope of providing readers with more options to find new, interesting, not yet read works.


Reviews about «Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea»

Discussion, reviews of the book Forth And Abroad: Still Merry On Land And By Sea and just readers' own opinions. Leave your comments, write what you think about the work, its meaning or the main characters. Specify what exactly you liked and what you didn't like, and why you think so.