One upon a time there was a group of
Roman Catholic nuns who attended
Bowling Green State University during summers to work on their masters
degrees in education. Our favorite nun was Sister Chariot.
Her name was really Sister Charity,
but our five year old son easily
transformed her name to Sister Chariot. It stuck.
At that time in the late 1970s my
wife, son and I lived in a house
which was one block off of the BGSU campus, and on a main walkway to
campus. We would frequently be sitting on our front porch
drinking iced tea in the late afternoon, and Sister Chariot and her
friends would walk past our house on the way back to their apartment.
At that time I was attending a Bible
Study on the topic of
healing. We were using a book written by Fr. Francis McNutt
entitled "The Power to Heal".
One day we saw Sister Chariot and her
friends walking back to their
apartment, and we invited them to join us for some iced tea. They
gladly accepted our invitation on a hot summer day. As we chatted
I felt God nudge me to give a copy of The Power to Heal book to Sister
Chariot. But she seemed hesitant to accept that give. When
I asked her why she was hesitating she told me that her mother had
participated in an interdenominational women's Christian fellowship
group which was decidedly anti-Catholic.
I happily informed her that God does
not want us to be "Pentecostal' or
"Charismatic" or any other style of religious Christian. But He
does want each of us to become vessels through which He can reach out,
touch and heal whomever He wants to touch and heal. I asked her
how many of the students whom she taught had issues which could not be
resolved through teaching.
She replied, "All of them!" So
I told her that the Holy Spirit
wants us all to give Him permission to work in us and through us to do
His work of glorifying our Heavenly Father and our Lord Jesus.
That being said she gladly accepted The Power to Heal book.
We did not see Sister Chariot again
that summer, but early the next
summer who did I see shopping at KMart but Sister Chariot!
She and another nun were just leaving
that store to begin the long walk
back to their apartment, so I offered them a ride - which they gladly
As Sister Chariot and her friend got
into my car I overheard Sister
Chariot tell her friend, "This is the guy who told me about the Holy
Spirit!" I was hoping to get some details from her concerning
what the Holy Spirit had done in her and through her since I saw her
the previous year, but sadly that did not occur. But I am still
waiting for the day when I hear her good report of God's workings in
and though her life!
Maybe you're next, dear reader!!