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When I first began my journey as a member of what we now call the Mazenodian Family I spoke of the “Oblates”, but soon learned that there were those who would gently correct me: “The Congregation of the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate” they told me, the full name. One of the first things to attract me was the inclusion of Mary in the title for I had a strong devotion to her on my own: for me she was an integral part of what it meant to be Oblate. And because names are so incredibly personal, the name was important to me for all those who carried it.
I struggled more with the term “missionary” only because I thought that missionaries were people who ‘went’ to a foreign land, and I knew nothing about being called or being sent. What a novel idea and I reflected upon whether or not God was ‘sending’ me to be here, as an ordinary lay women who just happened to be madly in love with the Beloved and eventually with an entire congregation made up of men, priests and brothers. The only surety that I held was that God had given the Oblates to me as gift and given me to the Oblates as gift.
It took some time for me to learn and accept a calling from God, for I did not immediately feel I fit into any of the molds offered by the Church for non-religious. But so strong were the urges and desires within me that I persevered on the course that I believed was set out before me. I could do no less than give it my all. At times it still seems to be a struggle but a struggle which carries joy in the memory of an Oblate calling me a missionary.
I continue to find myself reflecting on whom God is sending me to. After all it is all pretty ordinary, this way that I live; simply a part of my breathing in and breathing out each day.
Imagine – being a member of the Mazenodian Family with its members who “identify with Mary Immaculate to offer themselves to the service of God’s plan of salvation like she did.” Heady, not in the sense of deserved or merited, but rather in the sense of joy in discovering where I belong and to whom.
My name is Eleanor, and I am a lay Oblate Associate of the Missionary Oblates of Mary Immaculate, and a member of the Mazenodian Family.
There are some names that just say it all.