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“A father’s communication with his many children… that is one of the most agreeable occupations of my life” 1857
I learned early on that as a girl I was not allowed to enter the sanctuary at church because only boys and men could do that and hating that I was not worthy of that simply because I was a female. The message I received and learned was one of unworthiness.
And I thank God that the world has changed.
Twice in my life I have listened and heard God speak quite distinctively. The first was during a ‘back to the church’ weekend, as a priest was preparing to give me absolution. As he spoke I heard God same my name: “Eleanor… I love you…” I recognized that it was God speaking; an experience so transformative that I have never been the same since that moment. It was as if the universe itself was transformed, and me right along with it. The second time was almost twenty years later as I sat with an Oblate priest who I had asked to tell me about “this Saint Eugene de Mazenod.” As he began to read Eugene’s letter to Tempier I heard Eugene himself inviting me to walk with him, to share in a way of being with him.
Both of these moments becoming total foundational and transformative. This is the stuff that dreams are made of and then meant to be lived. I had no idea of what this would look like, but I said yes, and I ran towards God and a new life. And as I sit here I am reminded of St. Paul and how his life changed in an instant.
God has continued to nourish me, and my passion is the fruit(s) of that nourishment.
Called to be an Oblate Associate and as Frank said, a missionary cooperator as a member of the Mazenodian Family. As I write these words there is within me a deep joy weling up to the surface and I thank God for all that I have been given.
This is how I live and walk with Eugene and all of his sons and daughters. This is how daily I renew my oblation to serve God, the Church and the most abandoned with every breath that I take.
I continue to be a part of all that I have met…