Friday, September 09, 2005
nuns can have fun, too
A recent visitor of my blog posted this comment: “your blog is funny. and you're cute. too bad you're a nun, or something.”
How charming ...
So, I’m a nun, huh? I thought I had a good three more years to go before I officially entered the yet-to-be-founded order of Baptist Artist Nuns (BAN, for short). My girlfriends and I in college formulated this idea in the midst of seemingly hopeless lack of marital prospects. Some were willing to begin it right away, while others, like myself, had set a condition. For instance, I would enter the order upon the condition that when I turn twenty-seven and find myself to still be single, then I would willingly commit myself to the Lord through my art and service by entering the order of BAN.
We would design our own habits and encourage the wearing of hats rather than those wretched wimples. We would spend our days studying the Word, sitting in our studio painting and designing whatever the Spirit inspired us to create, and bringing cheer to those in distress with our helpful spirits and our ridiculous antics. You could be assured that much giggling and foolishness would season our days of mercy and service.
All of us are still single (does one having a boyfriend count?) ... but very few of us still give any thought to the possibility of establishing our order. I still have three years; and I intend to enjoy them to the fullest. And who knows, but God, that my condition may not be met and that I may find myself blissfully wedded within the set time.
However, if attending seminary makes me a nun ... let it be known that nuns can still have fun. Like having Biblical Hermeneutics outside while enjoying a picnic with new friends.
(Dr. Plummer being fooled into thinking that we have been very diligent about our work.)