The events of the book begin in 1997 but one can tell just by the first sentence that this is a very traditional holy place, as probably all Carmelite monasteries are, not tarnished by the crazy 70s.
This is one of those books where every sentence seems to be worthy of an underline.
One of the nuns and the former prioress, Sr. Mary Joseph, is described as a “living rule”–that is, a woman who epitomizes the life of a contemplative nun and all it entails.
I love this sentence: “Tradition held that if the laws and constitutions of the Order were ever lost, they could be recovered simply by watching a Living Rule pray.”
That ought to be true of all convents, monasteries, seminaries, parishes, etc. 90+ percent of the time, well…
And it’s a sentence that, with a few alterations, ought to be true of all Catholics. If our catechisms were lost, we ought to be able to write up a new one just by observing the faithful.
I dare say about Christians: there is a shortage of people who live authentic lives–myself included.
We could all stand to work harder at it.