March 28th 2023
Dear Diary,
Spent most of today with the nuns at Good Heavens convent (or is it Good Shepherd? I’m never sure). Those old gals have really been through a lot. They survived that investigation a few years ago when Rome was unhappy with some Buddhist speaker they brought in for their Lenten retreat. Sr. Judy (Fr. Tommy told me she used to be call Sr. Athanasius!) was all hugs and smiles. I like saying Mass there because I really don’t have to do much. Sr. Kim preached, and they even set the table up and started the prayers and just had me come over and do the consecration part. Lunch was nice, though a little bit light for my tastes. They’re talking about turning their convent into some sort of an ecological center. I suppose they have to figure out something. There’s only a couple dozen of them left in that sprawling place. I like it more there then when I have to go to see those cloistered Carmelites. They really make me feel guilty.
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Really love following the adventures of Bishop McButterpants. Thank you so much for sharing!
Ecological center?
Given the age of these nuns, along with the hugs, smiles and Buddhist speaker…
I suspect one of them will grow some wild parsley seeds they obtained in 1969 at Woodstock.
These must be the sisters who refer to themselves as nunny bunnies.
Bishop McButterpants would have a heart attack if he visited the Sisters of Mary, Mother of the Eucharist in Michigan.
The only thing that seems unrealistic in this story is the idea that the Vatican would actually investigate an order for having a Buddhist speaker.
Now if they invited a priest to celebrate a Traditional Latin Mass that would be a different story.
I once went on a retreat that was not hosted by, but located at a monastery where all the sisters are “nuns in pants.” I just scrolled through their website a bit, and they fit every stereotype of these kinds of nuns. It made me sad because they have such a gorgeous campus and church. It will be gone in a couple of decades, maybe sooner.
Anyways, I remember going through the Cafeteria line where one of the nuns was standing at the end trying to look mean by holding a ruler and slapping her palm with it. She looked at me and asked, “Scary, huh?”
I responded with, “No, sister. You’re not wearing your habit.”
She got a look of fire and even anger in her eyes and said, “We don’t need habits! You can tell what we are by the way we dress!”
“Actually sister, no,” I said. “I date homeschool girls; they all dress like you!”
She didn’t speak to me the rest of the weekend.
For the record I didn’t marry one of those homeschool girls I dated in college, lol.
Awesome Coat of Arms.
Extra Large Butter Pants
Dear Father Zed,
I repeat my now regular and sincere compliments for the pants-of-arms design: laugh-out-loud hilarious!
Your apostolate now extends to Catholic marital jollity as I read each of the diary entries to my bride! We look forward to each new entry.
Her idea and request is that some swag be made and sold that features the pants-of-arms of the Most Reverend F. Atticus McButterpants.
What say you?!
Respectfully, no, admiringly,
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