As I was preparing myself for the Triduum, my favorite days of the Church year, I found myself remembering Good Friday 2010. That was the last Good Friday before I would enter the convent. I did not know I would be a postulant the next year, I was very certain I would enter after graduating college, I was a junior.
The Veneration of the Cross had always been a service that moved my heart, but that year as I returned to my pew after I kissed the Crucifix, I cried. I really cried. I do not know if my family noticed, but I remember being shocked by the amount of tears that kept running down my face. As I was remembering this a couple days ago I made some connections about what was going on in my heart.
I believe that during that service my heart was trying to tell me something. Sometimes in life our head knows before our heart does, but not that Friday. After venerating the Cross, my heart was literally overflowing with the love of Jesus. He died on the Cross, for me! Although I wasn’t aware of it, my heart heard Jesus say, “Come.” Now as a Sister of St. Francis of the Martyr St. George, I am a member of a community whose spirituality flows from They will look on Him whom they have pierced. John 19:37. In 2010, as I looked on Him whom I have pierced, my heart knew I was close to my vocation. Through an outward expression of this spirituality, my soul felt at home.
As I continue to reflect on this revelation, I am more amazed at God’s providence. He creates us knowing our vocation. He gave me a Franciscan heart. Every day through our community prayers I kiss my crucifix multiple times a day. Behold the wood of the Cross… Come, let us adore!
- Sister Teresa Maria, FSGM