When I was still just a boy my mother with tact explained the habit of the sisters to me in words which a child could understand: "With the habit the one thing that you see is this beautiful, beaming, shining face."
The joyous face and the joyous crucifix is what we see. This is witness and it is love. Let's never forget the good sisters. They were the ones who loved us first. Who staffed our schools and hospitals.
To our young ladies in discernment I urge: actum agere (to do what has already been done)! The Master is here and He calleth thee!