Today's title comes from and email I received yesterday. I was tr ying to arrange a quick inspection for two churches so that's my boss and I could set expectations, etc. However, yesterday, true to Buffalo standards for once, was a miserable day of ice and freezing rain. So we had to reschedule. My boss said she would pick me up at "the former convent" on Wednesday.
At first, I was a bit puzzled about where the former convent was. I'm still learning Buffslop typography, you see, and the city is riddled with more churches than Jerusalem. Then, I realized that she meant the Rectory where I have been living. True, at times it's feels like a quasi-monastic establishment and I even have a crucifix in my room. True, Houghton's gender ratio is as bad as a convent. But we're not a convent.
So what is the purpose of this little tirade. I could be talking about my internship, but it's dreary right now. To fill my sudden spare time yesterday, I read The Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence. Hence, the monastic theme.
Brother Lawrence was that rarity, a humble and pious man. He understood human weakness, and his writing is infused with a deep sense of compassion and love. I rather wish I could study under him in person these days. He seems a truly Christ-like man. One day, I want to be like him.
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