Seeking approval.
Beginning in 5th grade, I used to volunteer every summer at the Little Sisters of the Poor in St. Paul, Minnesota. One of the sisters from South America befriended me and took me under her wing. Her name was Sr. Mercedes. She had a very wry sense of humor and was quite funny. Not everyone knew when she was joking, but I did since she always looked at me after saying something humorous, and she had this mischievous twinkle in her eye. If I began to laugh, she would quickly place her finger to her lips to warn me not to give her away.
Many “pious’ ladies also volunteered at the Home. (I love pious ladies so don’t get angry that I identify them as such.) Some of the ladies were very impressed with the sisters, and despite their advanced age, they seemed to vie for the nun’s attention, as well as attempting to impress the sisters with their virtue and devotion. (Perhaps as they may have acted with the school sisters when they were children.)
It is not unusual for people to behave differently in front of religious.
One lady in particular seemed to corner Sr. Mercedes every time she was at the Home to volunteer. The woman loved to discuss Fatima and talk about the sacrifices she made, and all the rosaries she prayed, as well as how she volunteered at the Cancer Home too. Sometimes she would confide in Sr. Mercedes about fellow parishioners, friends, even priests who were not as enthusiastic about devotional matters as this lady was. Not infrequently, that seemed to be Sister’s opportunity to duck out.
Sr. Mercedes usually placed her hand on the woman’s shoulder and squeezed it gently, softly repeating, “You veddy holy lady, veddy holy lady!” Then she grabbed my hand and we went onto another project, that mischievous twinkle in her eye as we walked away. I believe Sr. Mercedes was quite sincere in what she told the woman, since she once explained to me all of us are holy when we are in the state of grace.
That mischievous twinkle simply told me Sister had given the woman the approval and affirmation she had been craving - and the pious lady went away satisfied with Sr. Mercedes’ recognition.
Some bloggers can be like the “pious” woman. A few may be like Sr. Mercedes, and some, like me, are easily amused. So, lighten up - you are all veddy holy people. ;)