Monday, September 13, 2010

Sounds eerily familiar

I have just started reading The Abbess of Andalusia, a survey of Flannery O'Connor's spiritual life, by Lorraine V. Murray (review to come later). Ms Murray states that Flannery O'Connor had a special devotion to St. Therese of Lisieux and relates an anecdote about the saint:

"One example of a...sacrifice that Therese made...involved another nun in the convent whose personality clashed sharply with her own. Therese found everything about this nun disagreeable, but she swallowed her dislike and faithfully followed the "little way" by treating this woman with love. Remarkably, Therese's ability to hide her natural antipathy worked so well that the woman came to believe she was Therese's favorite."

Suddenly I'm getting a sinking feeling thinking of all the nice, holy people I know who seem to enjoy spending time with me.


  1. I wasn't talking about YOU, Dick.

  2. "Nice" and "holy" pretty much 100% rules me out too.