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  • Basilissa
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    Re: Sainthood

    Originally posted by MitzaLizalor View Post
    How would anyone know this Bernadette was working through suffering and pain unless she did. complain about it to her fellow nuns?
    Precisely, Sister Mitza, precisely. If she didn't say anything, how are we to know she was suffering? And if she did complain, that makes her a whiny baby. Either way, not much of a "saint."

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  • MitzaLizalor
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    Re: Sainthood

    How would anyone know this Bernadette was working through suffering and pain unless she did. complain about it to her fellow nuns? Or are we expected to believe that she said, "Yikes! I sure am suffering in pain here, I suppose I'll just have to work through it and not complain. Ow! Ow! Ow! Ow! No thank you - I don't want any poppy juice. That would be tantamount to complaining."

    Sort of like saying they don't worship idols. When papists starts calling to see how your life's going, that's when you need to give them the flick.

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  • BrotherLarry
    started a topic Sainthood

    Sainthood

    One of my papist friends called to see how my life was going and while I don’t enjoy or have time for idle chitchat I indulged her since I won’t be able to show her kindness when she gets to Hell. She mentioned how she watched the movie The Song of Bernadette and how she still wants to visit Lourdes someday.

    As we spoke she said she admired St. Bernadette for working through her suffering and pain without complaining about it to her fellow nuns.

    It reminded me of the time I was soundly kicked by a patient last year and while I needed a Bandaid I didn’t reveal it here nor did I ever complain to the owner of the horse. It makes me wonder if Jesus will give me an extra crown come the Glory.

    I suppose it was more of a tap and not a kick since the horse was sedated and restrained but it could have been much worse if the patient was able to get its hoof in direct contact with my head. As it was I bumped against the door of the barn and it broke my skin ever so slightly. Now that you know how dangerous my work is it probably will make you want to treat me with a little more respect.
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