So what's up with that Fr. Pavone?
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Just kidding - I'm not touching that story lest I too have to be afraid to leave the house. But his call back to Amarillo did remind me of the reality and the demands of obedience in the priestly and religious life. It's a really big deal.
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I used to joke and say most people could bypass the obedience requirement and do as they wish because there is such a shortage of priests and religious - but it doesn't work that way. Some will say it does, pointing to all the liberals who seem to do as they please, and they may have a point - although even Fr. Pfleger had some explaining to do. Gratefully faithful consecrated souls are usually too honest to live in disobedience or preferring their own way... I better shut up now.
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Holy obedience in my life.
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I was thinking back this morning on how well I've done with obedience in the spiritual life. When I first tried my vocation in the Discalced Carmelites I recall my discussion with the Prior concerning my progress and impressions of the community. It didn't go well. He had kindly suggested I do this or that to adjust to what I termed a more or less lax observance of religious life. I wasn't buying it and ended the conversation by telling Father Prior he didn't know what the hell he was talking about. I left the novitiate shortly after.
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When I entered the Trappists, the very first day as the Novice Master was showing me to my cell he said, "We'll have to do something about those glasses!"
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They were blue tinted lenses in very fashionable - at the time - aviator frames. I protested, "Do you know how expensive these were?"
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Father looked at me smiling and said, "They just aren't appropriate for choir - don't you have other ones?"
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Excitedly I pulled out my Max Kolbe glasses - "I got these great tortoise shell 'nun's glasses' - they look just like Max Kolbe's!" I put them on, placing the others on my back pack, which suddenly fell over, and my books inside fell out crushing the aviator frames. After a moment of stunned silence, we both laughed and Father observed with delight, "That's providential."
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Calling in sick in the novitiate.
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That was my first lesson in obedience, and so I decided it was not the time to complain about my cell. I wasn't happy with the view for one thing, and it was way down the hall from the bathroom. Though I thought I lived like an angel in the monastery I found numerous ways to do my own will and to keep my own schedule. I got up earlier than the rest so I could shower before vigils. I tried to call in sick once but they sent me to the infirmary - it was so dreary and I had planned to spend the day alternating between the chapel and the library - making my own personal hermit day of it. But oh no - they made me stay in bed.
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We novices weren't permitted to fast beyond what the community did, so I invented 'just take whatever portion remains on the serving spoon'. I ended up anorexic. Seriously. One day I asked a fellow novice if the habit made me look fat. BTW - when he left to return to the world the, rather than expressing any kind of sorrow or concern, first thing I did was ask for his cell - he had a better view. (We were friends - I knew he was leaving anyway.)
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Is there a heavier tunic - this one seems rather thread bare?
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As for the novice's habit, I really did have issues with it. For one thing, I hated the cloth belt - I was convinced the leather belt the professed wore would look much better. It turned out my shoes were not appropriate for choir either, so I had to get new ones. I talked the Novice Master into getting me Earth Shoes instead of the normal black dress shoes the monks wore - explaining I had trouble with my feet. I maybe did a little bit, but I hated black oxfords even more. I also thought the habits could have been weightier or at least lined - you could see right through the tunics. Happily, when I went into town for the shoes, I didn't have to wear the habit - the monks just usually dressed in work clothes when they had to do such things. (I'm not a big fan of habits BTW - for me, that is. I like blue jeans.)
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Oddly enough, when I left the abbey, I explained that I wanted to live a life of greater poverty than what was offered in the monastery.
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Where's the body wash Father?
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Even during my month with the Carthusians I thought to myself, "They at least could have put a shower in the bathroom." Each cell had a private toilet and cold water sink - but you had to shower elsewhere. And yet, before trying my vocation with the Carthusians, I complained I could never find an order penitential enough to suit me. What foolish delusions I had about religious life - and myself.
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I've never really told anyone about some of this stuff, nor did I vocalize any complaint beyond the glasses and shoes - or maybe I did? Anyway - I didn't want anyone to think I was disobedient. LOL! I never would have persevered, that's for sure.

















