The death of a saint…
+ Mother Paula of the Eucharist, OCD +
Today, the feast of the Transverberation of St. Teresa, another holy Carmelite nun died. This morning at 3AM, my little Mother Paula of the Eucharist died with the community assembled around her bed. Mother had suffered for a long time, and due to severe osteoporosis, her bones would easily break when she was moved. Mother had been in the infirmary of the monastery for several years. She had been an exemplary Carmelite for six decades, from 1947 until now. In fact, she was one of the foundresses of the Carmel of Our Lady of Divine Providence at Lake Elmo, Minnesota.
When I entered monastic life, I had asked the prioress if I could have one of the nuns to be my spiritual sister, to which she agreed - after much prayer. (Carmelites don’t do that too frequently.) Mother Paula consented to be my spiritual sister and remained so after I left monastic life. I am fortunate to have her very good counsel in several of her letters, although our communications were relatively rare. Mother was the model of prudence and discretion; at the turn our conversations were short, as on the phone, and her letters were infrequent and concise - which is as it should be for a Carmelite.
Mother Paula is the holy Carmelite I often quote from a letter she wrote to me, “A saint is a sinner who keeps trying.”
It is difficult to feel anything but compunction, along with a very peaceful, quiet joy at the news of my Sister’s death. I thank God for her beautiful life.
[When Mother Marie called to tell me that Mother had died, I was a bit confused and humbled, so I can only say I think she told me that Mother's visitation is from 6:30 to 8PM Monday, and her funeral Mass is at 9AM on Tuesday morning.]