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Ronda Chervin received a Ph.D. in Philosophy from Fordham University and an MA in Religious Studies from Notre Dame Apostolic Institute. A widow, mother, and grandmother, she currently teaches philosophy at Holy Apostles College and Seminary in Cromwell, Connecticut. Write to her at chervinronda@gmail.com.
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“The scholar who lives only for his subject is but the fragment of a man; he lives in a shadow-world, mistaking means for ends.”
— Msgr. Ronald Knox (1888-1957)

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A Grandmother Saint and a Pope Saint described in 2005
published 24 March 2013 by Dr. Ronda Chervin

This is a letter to a Sister of the Cross (they are part of the contemplative order founded by Venerable Conchita of Mexico. I did two prefaces for them to books they translated from Spanish into English.

Here is the preface (to a new book by Venerable Conchita of Mexico)
“When you listen to a beautiful love song, do you examine each word? And if some lyrics manifest a pathos or a joy that goes beyond your own, do you turn down the volume, not to hear the melody? I doubt it.
For those of us nowhere near the height or depth of Venerable Conchita’s union with Jesus, there may be a moment when listening to her love song that we want to close the book because the pathos and joy of it is above and deeper than our own level. We find that we can’t drop it. Why? Because it is too beautiful.
When reading Holy Hours, I seemed to hear my Jesus tell me not to give up because my prayer is so inferior to Conchita’s, but rather to sing her song for now, only in a “lower key.” For example, when Conchita asks Jesus for more and more sufferings, I could just ask for the grace not to make such a fuss over the sufferings that come along unbidden.
Meditative reading of Holy Hours speaks to a place in our hearts we don’t always want to go. Why? Perhaps because there is a part of us that does not want to be too intimate with Jesus. “Love is not loved” Saint Mary Magdalene dei Pazzi used to proclaim
Conchita’s spirituality is precisely a proof of the depth we all could go in experiencing the love of Jesus were we to surrender totally.
Don’t we not want, just as Conchita did, “to kiss those pale and mute lips, which spoke only tenderness and breathed only charity…”? (Holy Hour, 3)
Don’t we want, just as Conchita did, “to try to think inside of Jesus, not just live, but think with His very thoughts, so saintly, so immaculate, and as transparent as the sky without clouds…just and non-judgmental…”? (Holy Hour 7)
Don’t we want, just as Conchita did, “to perform our works in a supernatural manner…(rather than) routinely, thus, lazily, without stirring up fervor, scattered and without spirit.”? (Holy Hour 13)
Don’t we want, just as Conchita did, “to make our lives a tapestry of acts of love that may serve as both wrapping and life for all our virtues.”? (Holy Hour 14)
Don’t we want, just as Conchita did, “to hide in the depth of the rock, to be cured and become happy.”? (Holy Hour 17)
Don’t we want, just as Conchita did, “to cheer up, and be brave!”? (Holy Hour 21)
Yes, yes, yes, yes, yes, yes!
Now, as you begin to join the heart of Venerable Conchita in her Holy Hour prayers, ask the Holy Spirit to make you at least long to long for the transforming union that was hers.
About other Saints:
Quotes from Pope from the Ghetto by Gertrud Von Le Fort:
“Justice exists only in hell; in heaven there is grace, and on earth there is the cross. But the church is here, that she may bless those who bear this cross.”
“He whose love for Christ is not yet perfect, is loved so much the more perfectly by Christ.”
“It is better for a person to die of the truth which the Lord has created, than that he should continue to live on the illusions he creates for himself.”
April 2, 2005
The dying Pope John Paul II told his aides as he lay dying: “Don’t weep. I am happy. Pray with joy.”
Sister Judith, a hermit I knew in Arkansas, wrote this lovely, loving poem:
Peter hangs between earth and heaven
as his children pray for his soul – God is calling him home.

Our father, our brother,
for he is Peter and servant
of the servants of God.

Our hearts cry our eyes weep,
we are loosing our moorings
for he is Peter

The world mourns,
even the most hardened
is moved – for he is Peter.

Heads of states, heads of
nations, all recognize
this man is Peter.

Now he returns to the
Father, Son and Holy Spirit
from whence he came.

For he is Peter.