We hang suspended in His love.
When one heart moves the whole web trembles.
suffering borne by two is nearly joy.
Mark SalzmanIn the beginning we all feel a bit like imposters in our capes and veils and being called 'sister'. But don't worry about it -- just act like you think a nun should when you're not sure what to do, and you'll find that through grace and love you become one.
Mark SalzmanTags: becoming-a-nun
What if I have it all upside down? What if I'm the one who knows nothing of God, and the people in the world are actually interceding on my behalf with their ordinary daily struggles
Mark SalzmanTags: being-a-nun
The nurse pointed out that identical twins were already clones in a sense, and Mother Emmanuel suggested that the soul to worry about belonged to the person who would have himself cloned at great expense when so many unwanted children were going hungry.
Mark SalzmanIf I serve you in hopes of Paradise,
deny me Paradise.
If I serve thee in fear of hell,
condemn me to hell.
But if I love thee for love of thyself,
then grant me thyself.
It's a mean story, Helen fumed. An absentee father who demands that his children put him at the center of their lives and beg for his return. Sister Priscilla didn't think it was mean, apparently. She was so in love with God that she had married him, even though she would not see his face, hear his voice, or feel his embrace for as long as she lived. One of us, Helen, thought is flying blind.
Mark SalzmanTags: god
In the fire of his embrace, all that was her ceased to exist. Only what was God remained. I am. The cloisterbell, the voice of Christ. He spoke again: I am. She tried to obey but was frozen in beauty, like a fly trapped in amber. She could not move. Nothing exists apart from me. Self had been an illusion, a dream. God dreaming.
Mark SalzmanTags: god-dreaming self-is-an-illusion the-voice-of-god
My writing is how I maintain.
Mark SalzmanTags: writing
This book," he began, "is very, very unsuitable." He paused, then went on. "In fact, in my whole life, I have never read or even imagined something so unsuitable." Here he stopped, still staring at me. He held the book up slightly and pointed at it with his chin. "May I keep it?
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