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Wednesday, 04 September 2019 07:00

God Called Me.... A Story from Katherine

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I think I was about nineteen when the relics of St Therese of Lisieux were doing a tour of Australia.  A few weeks before they were due to come to my home town of Hobart, I was contacted by one of my aunts, who had been asked to organise a play about the life of St Therese for when the relics were in the Cathedral.  My acceptance of the role was definitely more about my love of Therese (my confirmation saint) than any illusion of talent as an actress.

I remember the impact that it had on me to announce, as Therese, to a cathedral full of people, a truth only known to a handful of people present - that I had a vocation!  At that stage, I wanted space to do my own discernment of my vocation, so I hadn't made my intention to join the MGL Sisters public.  Sadly, my grandfather (also my godfather), who played the role of Therese's father that night died six months later, so I was never able to tell him in person of my call.  I'm glad that, at least in the person of Therese confiding in her "dear King", I did in fact tell him what I was planning!

The lasting impact for me from that experience has been the capacity to be able to quote slabs St Therese’s writings.  More materially speaking, I also regularly encounter the remains of my costume, a Carmelite habit that I made myself.  After the play, I posted my costume to the MGL Sisters, thinking they may have a use for it.  Three years later, when I arrived in Canberra to join the Sisters, I turned my costume into a skirt for myself, which today lives on in the form of an apron, much loved by other sisters.  I think St Therese would approve!

Katherine Stone