Nun Gazing and Vocation Awareness Week…

… Did you know that January 13 – 19 is National Vocation Awareness Week?

An annual week-long celebration of the Catholic Church in the United States dedicated to promote vocations to the priesthood, diaconate and consecrated life through prayer and education, and to renew our prayers and support for those who are considering one of these particular vocations. NVAW began in 1976 when the U. S. bishops designated the 28th Sunday of the year for NVAW. In 1997, this celebration was moved to coincide with the Feast of the Baptism of the Lord, which falls on January 13 in 2013. Beginning in 2014, NVAW will be moved to the first full week of November.

So while we pray for an increase in vocations and for those who are discerning or seeking their own call, let us enjoy a bit of nun gazing.

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Someone once asked me what my fascination with nuns was about. They thought maybe I spent so much time nun gazing because I secretly had a desire to be a nun. No, my vocation is motherhood. If I secretly desire anything about the life of a nun it’s their freedom to live a life completely devoted to Christ. This freedom is obviously the source of their joy, and it’s the joy that radiates from their smiles that brings me back to nun gazing time and time again. Who wouldn’t be attracted to that and enjoy gazing at nuns?

About Katrina Fernandez

Mackerel Snapping Papist

  • Eugene Edward Yeo

    Kat, please pray for me. I plan on starting under-grad this fall in preparation for seminary, and the road blocks just keep piling up.

    • Katrina Fernandez

      I’m sorry to hear about the road blocks. I will definitely say a prayer for you. And thank you for answering the call. Without priests there would be no Eucharist.

  • Eugene Edward Yeo

    How beautiful. I love to see people powering through these kinds of difficulties. I suppose I can count myself among the fortunates. I’m just dealing with the old temptations and the root of all evil. The shekel. And how would you ladies (as I assume Ms. Fernandez will be viewing this to moderate it) suggest I deal with women who don’t dress properly in the Liturgy? I find the yoga pants and high-heels to be incredibly distracting, and I’m just a sinner. I’ve given some thought to attending church wearing a blindfold, it’s gotten that bad.

    • Cassi Duncan

      If heels and yoga pants bother you, prepare for a shock when you get “out there”. We have a very small parish, but several of our ladies routinely show up dressed for the nightclub more than for Mass! I’m not sure what to say to them either. :( As to how you should handle your own distraction, my best advice, pitiful as it may seem, is practice custody of the eyes, and pray–a lot! Remind yourself, minute by minute if necessary, of the true nature of a woman as a special and loved soul, created by God, which remains the same whether she wears a habit or a bikini. Many of us sincerely don’t think enough about how we dress. I’m not a man, of course, but I hear rumors the Blessed Mother is helpful when it comes to these things. :) Blessings to you, Eugene! May the Lord always help you to live your vocation well.

      • Eugene Edward Yeo

        You know, my priest gave me very much the same advice. I don’t know if his faults lie in some other direction, or if the man is truly the rock he seems to be. It’s just so strange to me. I invited myself along to attend an American Orthodox liturgy, and it was night and day. I mean, the “trappings” were much more humble, mostly painted wood instead of cast metal, but the people – No, no, the women – seemed to have an entirely different outlook. Modesty everywhere. I think the most risque thing I saw exposed was an elbow, and there were many covered heads. And it wasn’t even “Oh, the men are going to be lusting after mah hairs”, but instead there seemed to be a true respect for the holy that went beyond “Oh, I showed up to Church”. But then, I’m male. I throw on trousers, an undershirt, a clean overshirt and shoes and I’m ready to go, all covered. The only time I have to worry about hem lines is when I put on the kilt.

        Our Mother has been very good about keeping me away from bad habits, and I’ve fallen back into them when I slip in my devotion to her.