A Most Perilous Game

 (A Tribute Madre Marleny Rojas)

Nuns, know  things that we don’t know, haven’t yet learned, may never learn, I presume. Perhaps it is that they have everything, what they believe is right and what they believe is wrong and what they believe out to occur and must come about and what they consider ought not to happen and can’t happen, all tidily tucked away, catalogued and built-in into a mold; but like us, they are human, body and soul, some greedy and some cold, and some warm, and godly, and some devilish.

       The nuns from the Divine Providence Order, a dangerous bunch, from the United States, decided to change their creed, and went to Peru to collect their assets, or dismiss those who would not go along with changing the old order to the new—they had facilities in the United States, Peru (to include, Lima, Cuzco, and Huancayo) as well as Germany: to change the old order to a  new styled order—one might conclude, to a more freer style, less of everything they used to do, and more of nothing to do, without considering their wishes, or even the Pope’s wishes, under which the order was ordained: which seemed to the nuns in Peru, less orderly, and not according to the founder’s dogma. They reacted in a an improper and thoroughly unchristian way in trying to get their way, trying to recreate and newer and simpler creed with a kind of violent promptitude, without misgiving or remorse for the many young nuns about to take the next step into their vows, matter of fact, One morning they came into the array of young nuns about to do just that, in an insulting way, canceled the arrangements, overtaking, by overruling the Peruvian nuns .

       They didn’t want any resistance, but Sister Marleny challenged their precepts—the old ways was still good enough for her and her parishioners, her flock, along with Mother Imelda.

       Soon the American Superiors were trying to run the show, form offices in Peru out of their hotel rooms. At which time Sister Marleny had written to the Pope, and was awaiting a Bishop from Rome to come to Lima and investigate, at the same time locking the doors on the convent, having two locations in Lima, they found their way to the latter. In the mean time, she had a rude phone call by one of the American Superiors, then she requested a police order that the Nuns from the United States, not be allowed near their convent: weary along with her and her flocks tolerance levels being low if not weak: they knew the American Nuns had smelt honey, and wouldn’t leave until they got their share: which they had hoped to have gotten the whole train, not just the caboose, and I doubt they would have cared if they all slept in the streets.

       In all of this one has to admire the courage and conviction, along with the vulnerability of these Peruvian nuns—one and all, who now were left with no means of support; water bills and food bills for twenty-nuns, and electric bills and God knows what else: other than three nuns teaching making $300 per month per nun, while the little young nuns where were becoming full-fledged nuns, were making rosaries and shirts to sell—you got it, the American nuns cut off their allowance, for being disobedient, for not going along with the gang. I suppose the American Nuns figured since they got away with it so far, here and there, and wherever they went, no doubt, Peru would be a pushover. What do I mean, if you don’t know, you don’t have to know.

       Anyhow, these contriving nuns do it casually, I find myself asking: what happened to what they preach. The word nun to me is like some great architect came along and built a statue of a great godly woman, and thus, created a creed along with it (the woman perhaps could be Mary the Virgin whom was Jesus’ mother, or Saint Teresa: you get the picture) and unnamed daughters came to fulfill this dream, to Marry God, to Marry Jesus Christ, but who would want to be the bridegroom of those American’s? I pray God bring them back to sanity, they are not what they seem, or better put, what is expected of them, and should find a new career, a waitress might do.

       That’s what I mean, if you don’t know, you don’t have to know, but if you want to know, so be it, all right, you tell me, then, would you want to marry a little wish-wash nun? Who treats their comrades like livestock, wearing embroidered gauntlets? Gosh, are we not supposed to treat our neighbors like we’d want them to treat us? Is this not Christ’s Commandment? Did not Christ say: if you do not love your brother and sister, how can you say you love me? Maybe they’ll get their wish, and find out: what goes around comes around.

But looking at this situation more realistically, instead of emotionally and putting all the niceties to one side, putting all the practical, retinue, and procedural guaranties, pledges, promises, and securities of the sacred books,  in particular the Old and  New Testament Bibles aside, the sacred vows aside, the American Nuns acted as most of society acts, they became the true essence of society, which is Gang Warfare, no different than hooligans, with all their rivalry, enmity, they became no different in heart, mind or soul than a bunch of criminals. Who will ever dignify them again?

5-7-2013 (#994)      

For the Divine Providence, in Peru (of the old order)