I’ve just watched a segment of EWTN's “Journey Home” program which featured Rosalind Moss, a Jewish convert who, at the age of 65, is about to start a new order of nuns. She’s wonderful, inspiring in many ways. One thing that particularly struck me was her response to a caller who wondered if she (the caller) was too old to consider a religious commitment. Moss gave her a great little rhapsody on the spiritual benefits of age, which included the sentence quoted above. It confirmed much that I’ve been thinking and feeling for some time now, a strong sense of entering a new phase of spiritual as well as physical life, a paradoxical sense of becoming spiritually younger as my body ages, getting ready for the birth that is death.
Being able to suffer and being able to love are connected. I can’t claim that I really know how to love yet, but I can say for certain that I’m far more capable of it than I was at nineteen.
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