Stalking the Divine: Contemplating Faith with the Poor Clares

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A stirring, luminous work in the tradition of The Cloister Walk.

Wandering into a forgotten downtown Cleveland church for a Christmas mass, Kristin Ohlson discovered the Poor Clares?a tiny, threadbare congregation of cloistered elderly nuns with one mission: to pray day and night (literally 24 hours a day, 7 days a week) for the sorrows of the world. Ohlson?utterly enchanted by these devoted women?started to attend church for the first time in many years. So began her three-year...

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Overview

A stirring, luminous work in the tradition of The Cloister Walk.

Wandering into a forgotten downtown Cleveland church for a Christmas mass, Kristin Ohlson discovered the Poor Clares—a tiny, threadbare congregation of cloistered elderly nuns with one mission: to pray day and night (literally 24 hours a day, 7 days a week) for the sorrows of the world. Ohlson—utterly enchanted by these devoted women—started to attend church for the first time in many years. So began her three-year dialogue with the Poor Clares, a dialogue that afforded Ohlson a fascinating, unprecedented glimpse into the intensely private nuns and their life in the cloister. Why, she wonders, have these women retreated from the world to joyfully devote themselves to perpetual adoration? How do they sustain their faith? And what, ultimately, is faith?

As Ohlson—a long-time skeptic—opens up to the Poor Clares, she opens herself to the possibility of the sacred. The result is an inspiring personal journey as well as a poignant reflection on the power of the church and faith, no matter what our religion may be.

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Editorial Reviews

Sarah Willis
A book worth reading for anyone who has ever had religion, lost religion, or needed it.
Sven Birkerts
Kristin Ohlson is a scrupulous observer and a wonderfully intent writer . . . A fascinating book.
Publishers Weekly
…Ohlson's beautiful writing, gritty honesty and parallel story of the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration set this one apart.
Midwest Living Magazine
Intriguing.
Washington Post Book World
Ohlson's gracefully written account of the Poor Clares is blended with the narrative of her own search for faith.
Cleveland Plain-Dealer
A unique blend of journalism and personal memoir . . . [Ohlson] is unafraid to ask questions.
Rocky Mountain News
Witty and wry, insightful and inspirational . . . It is Ohlson's humorous and intimate search for faith that gives an erect posture to the book.
Booklist
A quietly moving, surprisingly humorous testament of faith.
From The Critics
Could easily become the spiritual classic of our time.
Publishers Weekly
A longing for belief at midlife has provided endless book material for authors, but Ohlson's beautiful writing, gritty honesty and parallel story of the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration set this one apart. At age six, Ohlson wanted to be a nun, but later wandered from her childhood Catholicism. One lonely Christmas morning she stumbled across an advertisement for mass at Cleveland's St. Paul Shrine and decided to go. Attendance, she found, had dwindled, and only 16 cloistered nuns remained in the monastery, but she discovered that "somehow, the act of going had created the desire to go." Hoping that writing a book about the Poor Clares and the St. Paul Shrine might "help me construct a framework for trying to make sense of their faith, and, perhaps, learn to build some kind of faith of my own," she explores the history of both as her own faith journey unfolds. Ohlson remains insecure about her beliefs, but she finds that the patterns of faith and retreat keep the sparks of her growing faith kindled, and she takes heart in the "tiniest of convictions that God is like a fire burning in the darkness." Although she confesses she's not quite there yet ("I'll hear the words at mass-the words that I'm saying along with everyone else-and I'll think, `Are you nuts?'"), Ohlson's vulnerability about her doubts in the midst of her new commitment will appeal to anyone who has ever yearned to believe. (Aug.) Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
There is no end to personal memoirs about the experience of faith or the recovery of faith in modern life: Ohlson's book is notable in this crowd for its very spikiness, its refusal to rush to sentimental conclusions. Ohlson, who has contributed to the New York Times, Ms., Discover, and other magazines, stumbled by chance upon a small congregation of Poor Clares in downtown Cleveland and found herself fascinated by these nuns and their life of prayer and silence. Ohlson's candor about her own rather languid Catholicism and her moments of boredom and dismay when confronted by some aspects of the Clares' lives are entirely convincing and winning. She comes away from her visits with the Clares better informed, perhaps wiser, perhaps faintly more faithful-but as much herself as when her journey began. Highly recommended. Copyright 2003 Reed Business Information.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781401300258
  • Publisher: Hyperion
  • Publication date: 8/6/2003
  • Edition description: 1ST
  • Pages: 272
  • Sales rank: 975,732
  • Product dimensions: 5.50 (w) x 8.50 (h) x 0.75 (d)

Meet the Author

Kristin Ohlson, a freelance journalist, essayist, and fiction writer, has been published in the New York Times; Salon.com; Ms.; O, The Oprah Magazine; Discover; New Scientist; Food & Wine; Tin House; Poets & Writers; and many other publications. A teacher, she occasionally works with creative writing students at Cleveland State University and women prisoners at the Cuyahoga County jail. A recipient of the Ohio Arts Council's Individual Artists Fellowship in Fiction for 2003-2004, she lives in Cleveland, Ohio.

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After my first month regularly attending mass at St. Paul, I called my sister out in California and told her that I was trying out church.

"Sure," she said. "You were always the holy one." Me? Me, the former radical communist atheist who'd taught her children to believe that belief in God is as fanciful as a belief in fairies but far more insidious? Me, whose children worried that my new interest in church might be evidence of an impending breakdown?

"Yes, you," my sister said. "We were laughing at your expense the other night. Mom and Dad pulled out a box of old photos and papers. There were a bunch of letters you wrote in second grade, going on and on about angels."

"The nuns made me do it!" I replied.

But yes, I remembered a few times in those early years when I'd felt rapturously happy in church. It was very much like the drifting-out-of-your-skin ecstasy that I later felt at political rallies, or when I was falling in love, or when holding my children in my arms. I wondered if I was going to church because I imagined this kind of heated exuberance could happen to me again. And did I even want to be that kind of believer?

After that first month, I began to recognize a few of the St. Paul regulars from a distance. Some of them looked well suited and stylish, as if they had just driven their SUVs in from the suburbs, while others looked broken and dusty, as if they'd spent the night sleeping under a bridge. There was the woman with foreboding eyebrows who always sat by the confessionals, the tweedy couple who whispered to each other throughout the service, the woman who always wore a ski hat, sneakers, and a cross the size of a potato masher around her neck. During the part of the mass when the congregants were supposed to turn and greet each other, some people had to stretch over empty pews to shake hands but the potato-masher-cross lady blew kisses at me instead. At the end of each mass, she often walked up to the front of the church and also blew kisses into the Poor Clares' enclosure.

I began to wonder what kept these faithful few coming to St. Paul Shrine and what fueled the aging cadre of priests who maintained this church. I found myself wanting to ambush them all in the church lobby and ask why these two-thousand-year-old stories meant so much to them, to demand that they explain how belief is even possible. I was especially intrigued by the Poor Clares. As I watched them disappear from view every Sunday, I wanted to drift behind them like vapor, swirling invisibly in their wake as they led a life so dedicated to -- to the pursuit of God? to the pleasures of God? I wanted to watch them as they sliced apples or searched for the cord to the curtains or swung their feet to the floor after a night full of dreams. Did all these ordinary moments have greater meaning because of their faith? Was their faith more powerful because it was compressed between the walls of their monastery? How had they converted from ordinary women to these hidden brides of Christ? I knew I couldn't vaporize, but still, I wanted to tag along with them like a little kid asking why, why, why?

And then I had an idea: I would write about them. They might be willing to take time from their mysterious lives if they knew I might use their words to create a book. I had interviewed enough people for magazine articles to know that sometimes questions aren't even necessary: often, people tell me things I wouldn't even think of asking. There's an odd, exhilarating intimacy that forms during an interview -- pleasantly safe intimacy, too, as I get to ask all the questions and it's very rare that someone tries to probe me. People who like to write generally do so because it gives them a way to explore and understand things, whether these things are out in the world, buried in the vault of their own memory, or have sprung unbidden from their imagination. In my case, writing about St. Paul Shrine might help me construct a framework for trying to make sense of their faith and, perhaps, learn to build some kind of faith of my own. I sent a letter to Father Senan and told him I wanted to write about St. Paul Shrine -- the building, the Poor Clares, the Franciscans, the congregation, the whole package. I acknowledged that much of my interest was personal, that I was a long-estranged Catholic with a wistfulness for faith. I told him that I wanted to discover what there was to learn about faith from those who had never left it in the first place, that I wanted to explore whether someone who had walked away from belief might find it again. And I told him that I thought there were many people like me.

Copyright 2003 Kristin Ohlson

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  • Posted December 9, 2008

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    An inspiring tale

    When she was six, Kristin Ohlson believed and wanted to become a nun. As she grew older, she not only forgot her ambition, but also drifted from Catholicism.<P> Years later, feeling alone on Christmas morning, Kristin finds an advertisement for mass at Cleveland's St. Paul Shrine. She attends with a few others, but felt she belonged. Still she wondered about the sixteen remaining cloistered nuns at the monastery, who are the Poor Clares of Perpetual Adoration praying to God 24/7 to lift the sorrows of humanity. Ohlson using the Poor Clares as a spiritual guide has begun a journey to find her own faith though she lacks their dedication and belief and falters often. Thus while committed she wonders if she is crazy.<P> This is a strong biography due to the author¿s conflicting dualism and her comparison to her model the Poor Clares. Unlike many books in which middle age crisis leads to healing faith-finding nirvana, Ms. Ohlson admits she teeters back and forth. She confesses that while STALKING THE DIVINE: CONTEMPLATING FAITH WITH THE POOR CLARES whose beliefs encourages her but also frightens her as she pales next to her role models. Readers will feel the same way yet will find they are motivated for the better good.<P> Harriet Klausner

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