I've noticed I like contrast (see this post). The following story transpired in early January, and I jotted down what I saw and felt when I saw it (at the bus stop), but it didn't feel like the right time to put it down as a story.
So, there I was, sitting at the bus stop, when two nuns (in full habits and all)(oh, and if I am using incorrect terminology 1)please excuse and forgive me-I'm not Catholic and 2)please correct me!) and a gaggle of high school teenage girls crossed the street in front of me.
Now, talk about contrast. These aren't just any high school girls; these are Southern, city, wealthy, can-afford-a-private-catholic-school, stylish, well dressed and made-up girls. And at the front and back of of the group, was a nun. White robe (?), habit, and what looked to be a wooden cross from my distant vantage point.
The teenagers each had the "latest" fashion trends in jackets and boots, long hair, make-up, etc.
The nuns were dressed simply and uniformly.
I realized that as much as the girls probably all wanted to be "unique" and stand out, in the end and certainly from a distance, they all pretty much looked the same.
Just like the nuns.
The nuns have chosen and are on their path in life. A life devoted to God.
The girls haven't even begun life yet. What must be on their minds: boys? fashion? college? careers? Will any of them become nuns? Devote their lives to God in that way, or perhaps in others?
As I said, I am not Catholic, but sometimes I find myself wondering what it would be like to be a nun. I see it as being as simple as: Devoted to God. I am quite sure I am over-simplifying things, and while I am not a nun, my life should still be devoted to God. Too often, though, I let the "things" of life get in the way of that relationship.