The Nun's Story Page #7
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the better examples we become.
-Don't you find that true?
-Yes, Reverend Mother.
So, you will stay here with us then.
Now, you must have a good rest.
You must not worry about anything.
Simply enjoy being home again.
Couldn't I help at the hospital,
Reverend Mother?
No, my child, not now.
You must have a few quiet months
This will look very nice in our museum.
Gaby.
You look thin, Gaby.
-You always say that, Father.
-It's always true.
No, it isn't.
Of course...
I don't believe that rubbish about
your having had TB in the Congo.
Don't believe it then.
One just doesn't survive
and have TB in the tropics.
Here I am.
You must've had a good doctor.
Exceptional.
I suppose they'll be sending you back
after a little rest?
I don't know.
If there's not a war.
They talked about nothing else
on the boat.
Your brother's in the army.
-Little Pierre?
-Oh, it's big Pierre.
Your sisters?husbands
are in the army, too.
Marie and Louise
will come to see you soon.
There can't be a war.
How are you, really, Gaby?
I'm very well, Father.
Would you like to see the x-rays?
I mean in here.
How are you in there?
Still very lonely for you.
You know, Jean never married.
Father, you're an incurable romantic.
Jean isn't in my thoughts anymore.
I finally had to take a hand
in training your successor...
She has no rebellion in her.
That girl was born to be a nun...
in a thousand years, Reverend Sister.
You're not in love with him,
are you, my child?
No, Mother, of course
I've not fallen in love with him.
I admire him deeply
for his skill and selflessness...
when there is a life to be saved.
I think always he's very close to God...
when he operates.
Dear Lord,
help me to detach from these memories.
How can I be a good nun
if I cannot get the Congo out of my blood?
Suppose you're detained
in the Mother House indefinitely?
Will your strength be enough then?
Ordinarily, I would advise you
to go on a retreat...
to try to regain your inner silence.
I have done nothing
but pray and meditate.
Many years ago, I came back from
the missions to the quiet of this house.
I know what you are feeling.
There can be no comparison,
Reverend Mother.
I've been remembering you especially
in my prayers...
knowing the agony
you've been going through.
For weeks, each tap on my door,
I know it would have been the greater
perfection to have stayed here quietly.
And the greater danger in your case.
I can't send you back to the Congo
with the talk of war.
But there is an important post
as Assistant in Surgery...
at our hospital on the Holland border.
Thank you, Reverend Mother.
I have just received a telephone call
from our Reverend Mother Emmanuel.
"At 3:
00 a.m. Rotterdam was bombarded..."many thousands killed.
"Belgium was bombarded at 5:00.
"The country's system of sluices
had been put into operation...
"and certain main roads are already blown
up to prevent the German advances."
I tell you this
only that you will be prepared.
Our work must go on
as if nothing has happened.
It will be your responsibility
to set the example of courage and calm.
And to retain in your hearts
the spirit of charity for all.
Even the enemies of our country.
"Brussels fell to the enemy today.
"All of Holland is in German hands.
"The Maginot Line has fallen...
"and Northern France has been occupied."
"The Belgian Army,
the British Expeditionary Forces...
"are fighting with their
backs to the sea at Dunkirk."
King Leopold has signed a surrender.
He asks the population to behave
with dignity and discipline.
The sisters are urged not to take sides...
and not to participate in any activity
against the forces of occupation...
so that the orderly life
of the community is not disturbed...
and so that our hospital work
may go on without confusion.
I can only say again, monsieur,
that Mademoiselle Lisa...
while on duty.
All right, Father, just a moment.
Someone who says he's Father John.
Sister Luke, may I have permission
to go into town for an hour?
My uncle is sick.
Now, Lisa, you've used that
"sick uncle" excuse twice in the last week.
-Have I?
-Yes.
-I have to go, Sister.
-Then tell me why.
You say you want to become a nun.
Well, one of the first things to learn
is obedience to....
We are hiding our soldiers who escaped.
We're hoping to get them to England.
-The underground--
-That's enough.
-Your brother may be one of the boys--
-Please.
I have to go.
Please, may I?
If ever I can be of help, tell me.
Hurry.
Did you mean that, about help?
Dear Lord, forgive me,
I cannot obey anymore.
What I do from now on
is between You and me alone.
I have a letter for you, Sister Luke.
Then I'll have to show it
to Mother Superior.
Don't.
If such a death happened with us,
Mama Luke...
we'd tie the murderer to a stake
and cut his body for fish bait.
But we would not.
We have been taught to forgive.
Oh, Father!
Father, I no longer belong in a convent.
Why do you say that, my child?
I am a hypocrite in the religious life.
I wear the habit of obedience,
but I flout the Rule.
I wear the cross of Christ
above a heart filled with hate.
You must try, my child.
These times are sent to test us.
I wonder if I'm even a good Christian.
When I think of my father,
I can't forgive the enemy.
And this is only one of my faults.
You must pray to God
to deliver you from revenge in the heart.
Today, a German war nurse died here...
and try as I would, I couldn't regret it.
My whole lifework
has been dedicated to saving lives...
and I almost rejoiced.
Perhaps it is too much to ask.
Father, I don't believe that.
It is not too much to ask.
-and if I cannot obey, then--
-You're so hard on yourself, my child.
Father, please lay my case
before the Cardinal.
I am no longer a nun.
You solemnly promised
to obey unto death.
You should seek God's pleasure
and your own joy...
in keeping faith with your vows.
Sacrifice is the only test
to thy love of God.
You will make a novena
to our Blessed Virgin.
Haven't you noticed?
All right, Father, because you ask me.
Reverend Mother Emmanuel
is paying a visit in a week's time.
Please wait and speak to her.
I do not want to see Mother Emmanuel.
Are you afraid
she'll dissuade you from leaving?
It isn't that.
Please lay my case before the Cardinal.
Won't you wait a little longer?
Father, you must forgive me...
but if you do not put my case
before the Cardinal...
I should do something that would kill me.
I shall leave without permission.
Why did you make me ask for you,
my child?
Didn't you know
that I'd been aware of your struggle?
It is too late for discussions,
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