The second reading from this past Sunday has really got me thinking again about how a friend described the cloistered life. She had said that cloistered religious are like the heart of the Church and that the monastery walls and gates are like the rib cage that protects the delicate and hard-working organ safe from the pressures and violence of the world outside it.
The prayers of the cloistered religious are like the blood that brings refreshment and nourishment to all of the body. Even if parts of the body decide they want to be separated, the blood will always try to get there to bring the much needed life sustaining graces and nourishments. Their prayers reach the farthest corners and tiniest capillaries.
The cloistered religious is a hard working, although hidden heart within the body. Without it, there would be no life in the Church.
Blessings this day!
Thy Will Be Done.
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