Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God – Rosalind Moss – asked me to send this message to you. It was originally sent on September 15, 2011.
Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows
September 15, 2011
We are all on a journey — the journey of this life.
It begins in the mystery of “not being” before we are conceived, and seems to end, humanly speaking, in the “not being” of death. From dust to dust.
But faith — not precisely scientific, repeatable, experimentally verifiable knowledge, but a type of knowledge nonetheless, the highest knowledge, if the truth be told — informs us that we go from one eternity to another, from the abyss of God’s providence into the abyss of His embrace.
This means that life is a journey with meaning, not a journey without meaning.
That is the central Christian claim.
It is also the central Jewish claim.
In this, Christianity and Judaism bear common testimony, as it were, to the essential. They believe in and give honor to the essential.
Sharing this essential conviction that life has meaning, that life is willed by and oriented toward a person, that life begins from and ends with a person, Christianity and Judaism are close, intimate, connected, intertwined, always have been, always will be.
This conviction of life’s meaningful orientation has a profound consequence. It means everything, in fact… for persons.
It means that all of life’s most profound realities are protected and defended as real. It means that all of those realities which cannot be weighed, measured, dissected, numbered, and digitalized, which have no weight, mass, energy, heat, or gravity, all those realities which are real only to persons, cherished only by persons — I mean realities like love, like fidelity, like sacrifice, and, the ultimate reality, holiness — are, yes, truly real, though not material.
In fact, not only truly real, but more real than the material.
These person-sensed and person-cherished realities are defended and protected and proclaimed by those who follow the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, the Holy One of Israel.
An essential tragedy of our human history has been the friction, the mutual distrust, the enmity, between Christans and Jews.
It should not be so.
But it has been.
It has marked and marred our history for 2,000 years.
And it is a scandal, an offense, that the defenders of the One God, the defenders of the meaningfulness of the sacred and the transcendent, should be divided and even cause harm to one another.
It is a matter of such fundamental importance for the history of the world, of humankind, that — the Scriptures say — the overcoming of this division will bring about, or will be the occasion of, or will be the cause of, the end of history — the end of the world.
And that is why, when the difficult, mysterious journey of this life leads a member of the Jewish community and faith to reflect, and deeply consider and reconsider, and to convert, to Christianity, it is always a wrenching, riveting, emotion-charged matter.
Very often there is something mystical in these decisions, some sense of having been directly touched in the middle of this life by the One who is there, we believe, before life’s beginning and after it’s end.
It is as if in the midst of the dense matter of this material world, the honey of personhood mystically flows from hidden cracks in the unliving elements, and infuses grace into the thirsty soul of the pilgrim soul. Such moments defy analysis and dissection, although the human mind always seems to seek to dissect and analyze to find out “why” something like this has happened.
Such a conversion is a controversial matter, but its controversial nature cannot be a reason for us to ignore that it can and does occur, that it represents something remarkable and profound, and that it may be a sign for all of us — even if only a sign of contradiction.
And that is why I would like to draw your attention today, on the Feast of Our Lady of Sorrows, to the story of a journey which began in Judaism, passed into evangelical Christianity, then into Catholicism, then into religious life, and now into the creation of an entirely new Order of Catholic nuns.
It is the story of a Jewish American woman named Rosalind Moss.
The following is a letter from Rosalind (picture left), a dear friend, describing what has just occurred. Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God, as she is now called, is known to many in the Catholic world. Born and raised in a Jewish home in Brooklyn, New York, Rosalind as an adult embraced Jesus as the Messiah of the Jewish people. Her initial conversion interrupted a successful 15-year business career as an executive with corporations in New York and California. She changed course. She began a full-time Evangelical ministry, earning a master’s degree in Ministry from Talbot Theological Seminary. Then, a series of events in the summer of 1990 set her on a course to find out if the Catholic Church was in fact the Church Christ established 2,000 years ago. After 18 years of Evangelical Protestantism, she entered the Catholic Church at Easter 1995.
Since that time she has traveled the world speaking and teaching through conferences, parish missions, women’s and family retreats, and all forms of media. From July, 1999 to May, 2008, Sister Rosalind was a full-time staff apologist with Catholic Answers and remains to this day a guest of the semi-monthly radio program, From the Heart on Catholic Answers Live. She is the editor of Home at Last, 11 Who found their Way to the Catholic Church, co-host of EWTN’s Household of Faith and Now That We’re Catholic!, host of Reasons for Our Hope: A Bible Study on the Gospel of Luke, and author of the Bible Study book by the same title.
Having been affected in a rather mysterious, negative way as a young Jewish girl in New York by the shortening of nuns’ habits in the 1960s, Sister Rosalind (picture right), having now become, as she puts it, the “most Jewish a Jew can be” by becoming Catholic, desires “to restore the hemline to the floor and the habit to the world through an order of Sisters who will reach out to every segment of society as messengers of hope in the midst of world that has lost its way.”
On the Feast of the Queenship of Mary, August 22, 2008, the Daughters of Mary, Mother of Israel’s Hope, took root in St. Louis, Missouri, at the invitation of then Archbishop, now Cardinal, Raymond Burke.
Following Cardinal Burke’s departure to Rome and her own novitiate term, Sister Rosalind, at the invitation of Bishop Edward Slattery, moved to Tulsa, Oklahoma, to establish the community’s foundation in what will become their permanent home.
On the Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary, September 8, 2011, Bishop Edward Slattery received Sister Rosalind’s Triennial Vows, approved her name in religion, Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God, and decreed the Daughters of Mary, Mother of Israel’s Hope to be a Public Association of the Faithful.
Mother Miriam is now Prioress of their first home in northeast Tulsa, henceforth known as the Priory of Our Lady of Guadalupe.
Letter from Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God (photo below)
September 9, 2011
I’ve just experienced what possibly is the most glorious day of my life. It is difficult for me to recall a more deeply beautiful, heavenly occasion than the taking of my religious habit, name, and triennial vows on September 8, 2011, the Feast of the Nativity of the Blessed Virgin Mary.
I think it is not inaccurate to say that I have lived with a deep longing to belong to God, in a way I could not define, my entire life, though, as a young girl growing up in a Jewish family in Brooklyn, I had no idea Who the Bridegroom was for Whom I longed, nor could I have fathomed a God of such incalculable love and condescension.
It was suggested by a good, wise and holy spiritual director, that the occasion of these, my first vows, take place in a small, humble, quiet setting, and that, my permanent, solemn vows three years hence would be “an ecclesial event.” And so it was: the most glorious day of my life, the fulfillment of long-awaited desires, came to fruition at last, at last, in the small, beautiful Monastery of Our Lady of the Cenacle in Tulsa, under the blessed direction of Dom Mark Daniel Kirby, O.S.B., Prior, together with His Excellency, Bishop Edward James Slattery presiding. Heaven flooded that small monastery which held about 15 in attendance, among whom were priests, religious brothers and sisters, and several oblates of the monastery.
I arrived back in the newly named “Priory of Our Lady of Guadalupe” (our first house in Tulsa) with two new Postulants and with feet that barely touched the ground. My heart was flooded with thoughts of the Incarnation. Did not the most glorious, most momentous event in the history of mankind – the birth of the King of kings, of the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob (Whom no man could look upon and live) – take place in a small, humble, quiet setting: a stable, a manger, a feeding troth, with not even 15 people in attendance?
And was not the Cross that followed 33 years hence, the Cross upon which the Lamb came to die, indeed an “ecclesial event” – not only before the multitude on Calvary, but a thousand times more so as that once-for-all eternal sacrifice is brought through time and down on every altar throughout the world, to the end of time.
To my solemn vows three years from now, our dear Lord willing, I will invite “the whole world.” But I cannot imagine it being more glorious than this first (formal) “I do” given through the Shepherd of Tulsa to the Bridegroom of my soul. In the words of a favorite hymn of old:
Were the whole realm of nature mine,
That were a present far too small;
Love so amazing, so divine,
Demands my soul, my life, my all.
Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God, O.S.B.
Daughters of Mary, Mother of Israel’s Hope
466 South 79th East Avenue
Tulsa, OK 74112
Father Mark Daniel Kirby, Mother Miriam and Bishop Edward Slattery
In the Heart of the Church: Your True Home
Here is the text of Bishop Slattery’s homily on the occasion of the Triennial Profession of Mother Miriam of the Lamb of God, Foundress of the Daughters of Mary, Mother of Israel’s Hope.
My dear daughter, Miriam of the Lamb of God, the Holy Spirit speaks to us, instructs us, and consoles us principally through the Sacred Liturgy of the Church. It is no mere coincidence, then, that today’s Gospel is that of the Genealogy of Our Lord Jesus Christ.
In a very real sense, as you listened to the ancient chant of the Genealogy, you were listening to your own story, the story of a people chosen by God, from among all the nations on earth, to be His own people. Out of this chosen people’s flesh and blood, God brought forth an immaculate blosson, “our tainted nature’s solitary boast,” to become, by the overshadowing of the Holy Spirit, the Virgin Mother of the Messiah, the Light of the World.
In His wonderful providence, the God of Abraham, of Isaac, and of Jacob, the God of Miriam, of Judith, and of Esther, the God of Mary, of Joseph, of Simeon, and of Anna, led you into the Church, One, Holy, Catholic, and Apostolic, and in the heart of that Church, the Bride of Christ and the Mother of All Nations, you have found your true home.
As you came to know the Church, Bride of Christ and Mother, a longing rose up in your own heart. You desired to enflesh in your own life the mystery of the espousals of the Church with the Atoning Lamb. You desired to become like the Church and with the Church, like Mary and with Mary, a spouse of the Word, and a mother to all in search of light, hope, and beauty.
From the among the myriads of saints in paradise, the Holy Spirit sent you Saint Francis de Sales, the humble and gentle Doctor of Divine Love, to instruct you in the devout life and invite you to taste the sweetness of holy charity.
The saints in heaven — because they are humble, and because they are all ablaze with a single unifying flame of charity — delight in collaborating one with another. In this way, from their places in heaven, they continue to guide and encourage souls on earth. And so it happened that, at the right hour, the hour of God’s providence, Saint Francis de Sales introduced you to Saint Benedict.
You are beginning to discover Saint Benedict’s “little rule for beginners,” in which, just as Saint Francis de Sales would want, there is “nothing that is harsh or burdensome.” The soul of your missionary vocation and of all your apostolic activities will be safeguarded by the Rule of Saint Benedict, and by the vows that now, I invite you to pronounce for the glory of God, and the joy and upbuilding of the Church entrusted to my care.