Sister Mary Cecile

"... so that in all things God may be glorified." -Rule of Saint Benedict
 

Our Saint

Sr. Mary Cecile Deken, O.S.B. entered eternity on February 1, 2009 at the age of 81 after 62 years of Monastic Profession.

Sr. Mary was the epitome Of all God intended us to be.   Ever humble and willing to serve She gave of her life without reserve.   RCIA, hospital visits, organist, CRHP, Faith Formation, Yet never too busy to stop and listen.   When life shattered once joyous hearts She gave comfort and helped them make a new start.   She did not shun work that had to be done, Although it was not in her job description,   But joyously performed the most menial task As if the Lord Himself had lovingly asked.   It was always inspiring to hear the pleasure She got from working our Festival’s Hidden Treasure.   When spending time with this beloved nun You had the feeling you were the only one.   We have our very own saint now, Mary Cecile, TO BE OUR MODEL And help us face life’s challenges, imagined or real.  

                                    
Let me tell you about Sister Mary Cecile

By Larry Weber

 Evening found little Thomas sad and jaded. His faith in what adults told him had faded. His best friend said, “You’re not very bright If you believe in a fairy tale or sprite.” What was said  about the Easter Bunny & Santa Claus Shook his tiny world and made him stop and pause. So, to his father he went to get answers clear To those childhood beliefs he held so dear.   “In church, Father talks about saints with such zeal. Tell me, Dad, do they exist?  Are saints real?”   The father saw his son was saddened, almost ready to cry So he thought long and hard before he made his reply.   “Son, saints don’t wear halos; they don’t sprout wings. They’re ordinary people doing ordinary things. But they do ordinary things in an extraordinary way. They try to be like Jesus each and every day.”   He paused and realized his explanation had not succeeded And knew a different approach was needed.   “Son, you ask do saints exist; are they real. Sit down, boy.  Let me tell you about Sister Mary Cecile.”