The bluebirds, looking bright as sapphires in their Springtime best, chirp happily all about the convent grounds. A hummingbird has delighted the Sisters by choosing to build her nest in the crook of a Japanese maple tree that hangs fondly over the Pieta statue in the patio. Audacious daffodils smile brightly at the blooming world around them, while tulips demurely peak out from behind the curtain of earth. The world fairly hums with the expectation of oncoming rebirth—and it would seem that nature can tend herself and usher in a delightful Spring and a fruitful Summer and Autumn without our Sisters so much as lifting a finger.
However, if one looks more closely, there becomes apparent the dying vines, that oppress the growth of new shoots beneath them.
It is in this spirit that a Marian Sister approaches the holy season of Lent. She examines her soul, like a gardener surveying his domain.
And, so good is the Lord Jesus to His Brides, that even in the (primarily interior) pains that penance, fasting—and alms!—brings He gives us, through them, the penultimate joy of a Religious vocation: union and identification with the Crucified Beloved.
Our prayers are with you all this Lent—may what you till by penance and fasting and plant by alms bear a hundred fold fruit in due season.