When I met her two years ago, she couldn't believe she is meeting a young boy instead of a full grown man. He was expecting that the team building facilitator is older than twenty three. One afternoon, I saw her examining santan plants looking for five-petal flowers. I helped her in this quintessential task of hers and found three and she was very happy. Before I left their retreat house, she gave me a rosary and a postcard.
An amazing lady of seventy eight, she runs a retreat facility with superb kitchen delights, does her own laundry, plays bass guitar, has planned her funeral, and single handedly oversees the formation of some seventy women who wish to follow the same vocation she leads. Natural inquisitive that I am, I asked how she planned her funeral. She told me that her plan is quite simple. When she knows it's already her time, and God forbid tell her it's her time, she wouldn't bother waking up the other sisters in the house and simply make her way - that is either by walking or crawling - to the cemetery located behind the retreat house. Kung saan ako abutan, dun ang hukay.
Her name is Sor Mariana, a jolly Dominican nun who thought seriously about her funeral arrangements. Ever ready to meet her Spouse and Maker, anytime of the day.
Gospel: Luke 17:20-25
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