RONDA VIEW IS BACK AGAIN
(Some years back I used to write a blog called Ronda View for Goodbooks Media. It was illustrated hilariously by Jim Ridley.
I stopped because I was feeling stressed out by too many projects. However, now, at age 83, with absolutely nothing to do except Daily Mass, cherished prayers, eating and sleeping, I thought, why not have Jim Ridley illustrate notes from a journal I have been keeping. I hope these notes reflect truths from the Holy Spirit and not the title I had considered when I started:
Ruminations of a Demented Pseudo-nun!)
Concerning that funny title, a word about self-deprecation. I am told that it is an especially Jewish trait. I converted from a culturally Jewish background when I was 21. The idea is that if you put yourself down, self-deprecatingly, your enemies will run out of steam!
“All right,” you, the reader, might think, “Self-deprecatory you certainly are. But, still, calling yourself a demented pseudo-nun seems beyond the pale.”
Let me explain.
I don’t think I am clinically demented. My doctor gave me a dementia test and I came out 90% okay. However, I am much more uninhibited, and that can look a lot like dementia.
Pseudo-nun? When my husband died some 20 years ago, I started looking for a second husband. After 12 men rejected me, I decided to go for Jesus as a second-bridegroom. He would never reject me. He hasn’t. I tried being a religious sister. It didn’t work.
I tried being a consecrated widow. It didn’t work.
(Some years back I used to write a blog called Ronda View for Goodbooks Media. It was illustrated hilariously by Jim Ridley.
I stopped because I was feeling stressed out by too many projects. However, now, at age 83, with absolutely nothing to do except Daily Mass, cherished prayers, eating and sleeping, I thought, why not have Jim Ridley illustrate notes from a journal I have been keeping. I hope these notes reflect truths from the Holy Spirit and not the title I had considered when I started:
Ruminations of a Demented Pseudo-nun!)
Concerning that funny title, a word about self-deprecation. I am told that it is an especially Jewish trait. I converted from a culturally Jewish background when I was 21. The idea is that if you put yourself down, self-deprecatingly, your enemies will run out of steam!
“All right,” you, the reader, might think, “Self-deprecatory you certainly are. But, still, calling yourself a demented pseudo-nun seems beyond the pale.”
Let me explain.
I don’t think I am clinically demented. My doctor gave me a dementia test and I came out 90% okay. However, I am much more uninhibited, and that can look a lot like dementia.
Pseudo-nun? When my husband died some 20 years ago, I started looking for a second husband. After 12 men rejected me, I decided to go for Jesus as a second-bridegroom. He would never reject me. He hasn’t. I tried being a religious sister. It didn’t work.
I tried being a consecrated widow. It didn’t work.
A spiritual director suggested I call myself a dedicated widow, instead, with my own rule of life. With his approval, I promised never to re-marry. I wear blue denim jumpers or other simple blue outfits that can be purchased for next to nothing at second hand shops. That way I can give away more of my small income from pension and social security to the starving via
the Missionaries of Charity. I wear a large crucifix.
Now, I can’t help noticing that some Catholics assume I am a nun.
Hence my self-deprecatory name for myself: demented pseudo-nun.
the Missionaries of Charity. I wear a large crucifix.
Now, I can’t help noticing that some Catholics assume I am a nun.
Hence my self-deprecatory name for myself: demented pseudo-nun.
Another title for the journal I considered was
Home Free!
Here is a little poem I wrote years ago that includes that title:
How shall it be?
Shall those only reach heaven
who have hop-scotched
their way patiently toward the goal?
Or will you suddenly open Your arms
And cry out ‘home free’?
Home Free!
Here is a little poem I wrote years ago that includes that title:
How shall it be?
Shall those only reach heaven
who have hop-scotched
their way patiently toward the goal?
Or will you suddenly open Your arms
And cry out ‘home free’?
RONDA:
June 7, 2020
On to the journals of my dialogues with Jesus, starting tonight.
(Oh, but first, as I always explain, words from the Lord, sometimes called locutions, are never to be taken as infallible. Since none of my hard-working spiritual directors through the years thought the one’s I SEEM to get are erroneous, I leave it to the reader to decide if they come from Jesus or from my sub-conscious. I think they are from Jesus because they always, always, always seem to me better than my own thoughts.)
RONDA:
Jumpy, up and down happy and uncertain about new plans to move into an apartment complex in Corpus Christi.
Jesus, I surrender all this to You, You take over!
JESUS, MARY, JOSEPH:
We are trying to bring you deeper into our hearts so you will not be picturing yourself so much being friendly with this person or that but reaching out to others from our arms.
June 7, 2020
On to the journals of my dialogues with Jesus, starting tonight.
(Oh, but first, as I always explain, words from the Lord, sometimes called locutions, are never to be taken as infallible. Since none of my hard-working spiritual directors through the years thought the one’s I SEEM to get are erroneous, I leave it to the reader to decide if they come from Jesus or from my sub-conscious. I think they are from Jesus because they always, always, always seem to me better than my own thoughts.)
RONDA:
Jumpy, up and down happy and uncertain about new plans to move into an apartment complex in Corpus Christi.
Jesus, I surrender all this to You, You take over!
JESUS, MARY, JOSEPH:
We are trying to bring you deeper into our hearts so you will not be picturing yourself so much being friendly with this person or that but reaching out to others from our arms.
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