Tuesday, October 23, 2012
My memories of childhood starts slowly when I was around 4... or so.
And I remember wearing white lacy fabric over my head kneeling before the altar making crosses from my forehead to heart, left to right across my heart mimicking what adults did at the cathedral. I wasn't really sure what was going on I think but I knew little facts about God and Jesus and the pretty lady statue always in blue robe, then I was a regular at Sunday school and sisters were really nice to me and I loved them so much I even went to visit them on Saturdays or after school.
They gave me cookies and candies and my favorite sister sometimes took me out to treat me for sugar buns at the local bakery and told me not to tell others she treated me, I think I was her favorite back then.... I know that it's not fair but she is only human and I took full advantage of the fact.
Her name was sister Bonita. I never even asked her last name and I could kick myself for it. She was so good to me and I never asked her last name....
I don't have any ways to contact her anymore but I remember her, stories she told me, the little pretty cards with bible illustrations that she gave me every time I saw her and the beautiful rosario she gave me when I left Korea for Hong Kong.
I still have it with me. Where ever she is, I hope she is happy and well.
You know, we hear so many weird stories about fathers and vicars/priests around the world who have been blinded with desires they are not suppose to have... almost corrupted for some.
(and yes, there are wonderful fathers/vicars/priests too!!)
But we never hear one about sisters. They are strong and well willed ladies who deserve more respect than many other religious people in the Catholic pyramid. And there should not be any pyramid to start with.
Posted by Pascale Kim Yamashita at 6:48 PM