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A Nun with a Bad Habit

It was several weeks ago that I had the annual conversation with my Mother on why I don’t go to church.  It is in these conversations in which I  usually turn into my teenage self  hanging-up the phone exclaiming, “I hate it!”

I am then left to ponder does God really need me to go to church?  Am I failing in my spiritual well-being by not going? And on the off-chance of dying will I be stuck in purgatory?

I had a lot of  questions on my mind as I  walked to pick the boys up from school.

As I went to cross the street  a  Black Corolla was stopped at the crosswalk waiting to turn left, and I made eye contact with the little Nun in the driver seat ensuring it was safe to cross the busy road.

It was as I began to cross – the nun decided to  press the pedal to the metal!

My life flashed before my eyes and I thought “Dear God this Nun is going to hit me! I’m going to die a heathen! Just like mother said!”

Luckily, she hit the brakes in the nick of time  and  did the sign of the cross.

If it was any other driver I would have flipped them the bird. But recognizing that she was praying for me I politely waved and made it safely across the street.

As I walked down the next street and crossed the lane leading into the alley way  –  it was the same nun turning left and aiming for me once again!

I looked to the sky and thought  “You have got to be kidding me!”

Was this Nun a sign from God and my mother telling me to get my butt to church? Or was she just a blind Nun with a bad driving habit? I suspect the only one that knows the answer is the big guy in the sky.

Have you ever had a dangerous run in with a Nun?

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  1. Haven’t had any bad experiences with nuns, no. Your encounter reminds me of that line from the Blues Brothers, “We’re on a mission from God.” Your nun did not have her mind on the road!

    You may know there’s a Blogging Nun, Sister Mary Martha. Her motto is” Life is tough, but nuns are tougher.” Here’s her blog address:

    http://asksistermarymartha.blogspot.com/

    My favorite nuns are the ones who wear Birkenstocks.

    These are my random nun thoughts tonight. So glad that you looked both ways before you crossed the street! 🙂

    1. LOL! I can see the title of your next book “Mel’s Random Nun Thoughts” Love it! I have never met a nun in birkenstocks I bet they play guitars 😉

      I think my Aunt follows her – I will have to check her out 😉

  2. Even nun’s need driving lessons and glasses it seems. And I’m with the crowd. . . Wonder if your mom was responsible for the nun. 🙂 Glad you are ok.

  3. Oh I am laughing and laughing. That was a great post – right from the start with the title!

    I’ve never had a nun chase me down in a car. It does send some mixed messages.

  4. A dangerous run with a nun. This is one question I haven’t been asked many times. I can’t say I have.

    But.

    When I was a kid, I had a huge thing for Sally Field as The Flying Nun (go figure). My friend and I had decided that as adults, we would go to Hollywood, and that I was going to marry Sally Field and my friend was going to marry Barbara Eden (Jeannie).

    True story.

  5. I bet she needs her glasses prescription checked. Nuns are sadistic. I had my share in catholic school that whacked the heck out of my knuckles. If I had a nun trying to run me down like you did, I’d steer FAR away from her church!

  6. I went to school from 2nd to 6th grades and Nuns were our teachers. The Mother Superior when I was in 5th and 6th grade had a certain love for a certain ruler if you get my meaning. Thanks for sharing and Have a Great Weekend:)

  7. Ohmygod, I shouldn’t laugh but there is something hilarious about an (accidentally?) homicidal nun. I have never had a dangerous encounter with a nun, though one of my highschool friends was the niece of a very progressive nun who was just an absolute riot to be around. She always said, “God likes smiles, girls. And what makes us smile? FUN! So, let’s go find some.” Come to think of it, she was a kind of pedal-to-the-metal driver 😉

  8. Oh, Belle, you made me laugh! I grew up with nuns, and they were almost all atrocious drivers. Those who passed had usually done so after strings of 10 and 20 fails. Tip: NEVER get into the car with a nun.

    (It occurs to me that a few nuns could stumble across this. I am apologetic for distressed caused but unrepentant. It also occurs to me that I have written a huge blog post today on not pigeonholing people. I shall be spending a huge amount of time in purgatory for hypocrisy, I fear.)

  9. As far as I know I have never actually met or seen a nun. It sounds like this one was a terrible driver, though. I’m glad you are safe! 🙂

  10. From things that I have heard from Roman Catholic friends and acquaintances about the horrors of their private school educations at the hands of nuns and priests, I wonder about what has happened to a religion that preaches tolerance and love. I remember one English gentleman remarking to someone who was absolutely scandalised that he allowed his children to walk to school with so much danger in the streets: “My children go to a Roman Catholic school where they spend hours in the care of Roman Catholic priests. Believe me, their walk to school is the least dangerous part of their day.” My question would be: “Why did he send them there?” Adults are always complaining about how they were treated in these schools, but they still send their children to them. I just don’t understand.

    1. LOL! I think the Catholic schools have changed quite a bit since that time. They seem to be more focused on providing a positive learning environment for kids with a strong emphasis on community. I guess that could be one reason why they send them there 🙂

  11. Belle, you made me chuckle with the visual of the nun pressing the pedal to the metal, not once, but twice! What are the chances! I think she may have been using scare tactics to get you to attend church! hee hee! Seriously speaking though, no one can force you to go to church or do something you don’t want to do, for that matter. Not even your mom. My mother, a devout Catholic, tells me I’m doomed to go to hell for only going to mass three times a year but what can I say? I don’t believe in organized religion and I go to church when the spirit moves me. It’s something that can’t be forced, not even by a nun with road rage! 🙂

  12. I feel for you. But I hope you don’t really worry about damnation…still, it is disheartening when you family thinks you’re doomed.

    Half my family are devout Catholics and the other half are homeschooling Fundamentalist xtians. I’m like the only “non-believer” in my entire extended family which is huge! Its sorta lonely sometimes. Recently I had a revelation though, I realized my love of God, the one that was so strong I wanted to be in the ministry when I was a teen, is still with me. I think it was preserved because I left the church. It occurred to me that “God” or the universal spirit or whatever, just said, OK, she’s a little different, we can give her private lessons.

  13. Oh, funny, Belle! I believe you’ll be just fine if you don’t go to church, but I’m not sure that you can believe me, since I’m not a nun. However, I do have a nun who reads my blogs. We’ve not had a run-in yet…

  14. Classic! I had a nun that taught me Geometry in high school. A couple times, I wasn’t paying attention, and she threw pieces of chalk at me. One of them hit me in the face, and I played out this dramatic, over-exaggerated reaction as if she took an eye out. She felt so bad, she never did it again. Mission accomplished. 😉

  15. Oh, my belly is aching from too much laughing!! You poor thing! I would say your ordeal was just as good as going to church on Sunday. It was an outdoor private service with the nun performing the service!

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