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Chapters (66)
  1. Cover
  2. Dedication
  3. Epigraph
  4. PROLOGUE
  5. PART ONE
  6. CHAPTER ONE
  7. CHAPTER TWO
  8. CHAPTER THREE
  9. CHAPTER FOUR
  10. CHAPTER FIVE
  11. CHAPTER SIX
  12. CHAPTER SEVEN
  13. CHAPTER EIGHT
  14. CHAPTER NINE
  15. CHAPTER TEN
  16. CHAPTER ELEVEN
  17. CHAPTER TWELVE
  18. CHAPTER THIRTEEN
  19. PART TWO
  20. CHAPTER FOURTEEN
  21. CHAPTER FIFTEEN
  22. CHAPTER SIXTEEN
  23. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
  24. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN
  25. CHAPTER NINETEEN
  26. CHAPTER TWENTY
  27. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
  28. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
  29. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
  30. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
  31. CHAPTER TWENTY-FIVE
  32. CHAPTER TWENTY-SIX
  33. CHAPTER TWENTY-SEVEN
  34. CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT
  35. CHAPTER TWENTY-NINE
  36. CHAPTER THIRTY
  37. CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
  38. CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
  39. PART THREE
  40. CHAPTER THIRTY-THREE
  41. CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR
  42. CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE
  43. CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX
  44. CHAPTER THIRTY-SEVEN
  45. CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
  46. CHAPTER THIRTY-NINE
  47. CHAPTER FORTY
  48. CHAPTER FORTY-ONE
  49. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
  50. CHAPTER FORTY-THREE
  51. CHAPTER FORTY-FOUR
  52. CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE
  53. CHAPTER FORTY-SIX
  54. CHAPTER FORTY-SEVEN
  55. CHAPTER FORTY-EIGHT
  56. CHAPTER FORTY-NINE
  57. CHAPTER FIFTY
  58. CHAPTER FIFTY-ONE
  59. CHAPTER FIFTY-TWO
  60. CHAPTER FIFTY-THREE
  61. CHAPTER FIFTY-FOUR
  62. CHAPTER FIFTY-FIVE
  63. CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
  64. EPILOGUE
  65. ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS
  66. About the Author

If humility meant putting up with this continued repression, supporting an organization that perpetuated such abuse, she wanted no part of it. Why had it taken her until now to see what was under her very nose? How ironic, that it was in a convent, in the process of offering her life to God and the Church, that the scales were falling from her eyes, she thought ruefully.

The following day she went to confession. ‘Bless me, Father, for I have sinned. It’s a week since my last confession, Father. I have grave doubts about the Church, and becoming a nun. I have fears about taking my final vows,’ she declared.

‘That’s normal, my child, I would have fears for you if you didn’t,’ Monsignor LeFrey, the chaplain to the convent, said humorously. ‘Tell me about your doubts about the Church, firstly, so I can allay them for you.’

It poured out of her, her sudden awakening. Why could women not be priests? It was a man-made law, not the law of Jesus.

In the dark of the confessional, kneeling to a man who sat with a barrier between them, looking down upon her, Keelin was too upset to see the irony of her position.

‘So you are one of these new feminist types that I’m seeing so many of, lately,’ the monsignor said slowly.

Keelin felt a wave of relief at his words. She wasn’t alone. There were others with doubts, here in France as well as America.

‘Wanting equality is important,’ she said quietly. ‘I don’t like to label people.’

‘And you imagine that you, a young, untried girl, know better than the finest theological minds in the Church? You think you know more than the Pope, who is infallible when he makes decisions concerning the Church. Jesus had twelve apostles. They were men. His women followers played their role also, just as you will, dear Sister, but first you must overcome this uprising of the ego. The ego is the greatest enemy to those of us in Holy Orders. Your greatest battles will be with your ego and not Mother Church, as you imagine. Suppress the ego so that humility will triumph and you have won the battle. Be humble in your thoughts. Be meek and self-effacing in your daily duties and you will come through. Leave these thoughts about women’s place in the Church, and the Pope’s encyclicals, to wise and experienced theologians whose job it is to rule on such things. Go teach the little children in Africa of the love of Jesus and the glory of the Church. Pray to our Holy Mother to make you unpresumptuous in thought. Say five rosaries and fast for two days as your penance. Now say your act of contrition and ask for forgiveness, my child, that I may grant it to you. Oh my God . . .’ he began patronizingly, as though she were a six-year-old.