but it really happened, and I'd have killed to be there.
One cold January I was at our sister monastery in the Bronx and had accompanied another nun who had business in NYC. My first trip to the Big Apple! The prioress had insisted that we have a little treat so we stopped in a café, anxious to get warm with a cup of coffee.
Imagine the scene: a little café full of people, either bustling about or chatting at tables while warming their frozen hands around steaming cups of java. Two nuns walk through the door and it seems like all eyes turn their way. One patron calls out, "Sisters, you have made a lot of people happy today!"
We smiled our biggest smiles, the words warming our frozen cheeks. But what does one say to that?
I felt so small, so human, and so humbled that I just wanted to drop down on the floor and say, "I'll try harder, I promise!"
It's about why God likes habits on nuns.
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