Back in the 1990s, Sister Wendy Beckett (1930-2018), a contemplative nun and consecrated virgin, delighted audiences world-wide with her lively BBC documentaries on the history of art.
Born in Johannesburg, she joined a teaching order in 1946, and then earned a degree in English Literature at Oxford, graduating with highest honors.
After teaching in South Africa from 1954 to 1970, she suffered a physical and emotional collapse and was granted permission to return to England.
There she stayed for decades on the property of the Carmelite Monastery in Quidenham, Norfolk, first in a caravan; later in a small room. Her true vocation was to take place in silence and solitude. She prayed for seven hours a day.
With permission, she began to study art history. Her first television appearance was in a 1991 BBC short. In full habit, and with her trademark owlish glasses, overbite and slight speech impediment such that her r’s became w’s, she became a sensation.
She went on to host her own shows–Sister Wendy’s Odyssey; Sister Wendy’s Grand Tour—and to write more than 30 books. Hands clasped in joy, face framed by a wimple, she could hold forth with equal enthusiasm on Andy Warhol’s “Marilyn Diptych” and a Rembrandt self-portrait.
The TV run faded out, she returned to her cloister, and twenty years passed. Enter Robert Ellsberg, publisher of Orbis Books, who in the spring of 2016 entered into an epistolary friendship with Sister Wendy.
Dearest Sister Wendy: A Surprising Story of Faith and Friendship (Orbis, 2022)is the result—and it’s a fascinating read.
We get a bird’s eye view of the life of a contemplative who crammed her tiny room with postcards and icons, barely slept or ate, and rose at 8 pm to begin her daily round of prayer,
Still, over and over again, she insists she has nothing to say. Surely you do, counters Ellsberg. How about if I ask you questions? Ok, replies Sister Wendy, but I guarantee you’ll be bored. On it goes for two and a half years (the book ends with Sister Wendy’s death), Ellsberg cajoling, Sister Wendy, against her better judgment, for the most part giving in.
We’re grateful she does. Sister Wendy is utterly delightful: original, surprising, diplomatic, and profoundly loving but with strong opinions. She cannot share Ellsberg’s near hero-worship of Thomas Merton, for example. Though she’s read everything Merton’s ever written with avid interest, she’s appalled that he “describes the most extraordinary breaches of the rule without the slightest contrition or even awareness that he promised to live otherwise.”
Ellsberg sees this as admirable, the sign of a free spirit whose mission was to show the world a new way to be a monastic. Sister Wendy, whose life of faith means denying herself everything that “isn’t necessary or would intrude”—including, for example, music—politely but firmly disagrees. Merton was a genius with a heart longing for God but no saint, and she knows no contemplative who finds him remotely helpful.
To their mutual credit, they both accept their differences and warmly search for the similarities. Sister confides that she’s always hated her name and cheerfully admits to her protruding teeth. Ellsberg chides Sister Wendy for her over-the-top (to him) asceticism; she chides him for his overwork.
On one level, in fact, the book can be read as a dialogue about the active versus the contemplative life.
The son of a “great man,” as Ellsberg puts it (his father was the Pentagon Papers whistleblower Daniel Ellsberg), he was also deeply marked by the time he spent as a youth with Servant of God Dorothy Day as managing editor of the Catholic Worker newspaper, and later, during the last five years of her life.
Sister Wendy also deeply admires Day. Nonetheless, she seems to intuit that beneath all Ellsberg’s terrific writing on the saints, incessant travel, and friendships with “important” people, he longs to be seen, held, loved for himself alone.
Another way “in which you and I are very different,” she confides almost two years into their correspondence “is that your wonderful father has brought you up to value social justice very highly…I don’t want to shock or alienate you, dearest Robert, but I cannot take much interest in this topic so dear to you and Pope Francis and to all serious Christians. It all seems to me so obvious. Of course war is wrong; of course there should be social justice; of course we should love and revere one another…But I feel that’s a sort of given for me. I don’t feel any call to fight for it or even to talk about it.”
That’s what seven hours of prayer, every day for seventy or eighty years, will get you.
One of her last nuggets of wisdom, in fact, echoes the Dorothy Day maxim: “I only love God as much as I love the person I love the least.”
“Perhaps you should put Mr. Trump on the altar and sacrifice all your reactions to him. Where does it get you? He needs love as does everybody and he needs reverence as does everybody. God despises nothing ‘that He has made.’”
12 Replies to “DEAREST SISTER WENDY”
Prayers, as always, Heather.
Thanks so much, Lisa–as always, I need them!
St Francis of Assisi, please tell your friends to keep to their own domicile. Heather, that would have been VERY unnerving.
What a lovely study in contrasts this book seems to be, and I marvel that you always seem to have one more treasure just waiting to be displayed for our edification. Sending prayers for a peaceful household!
Angela, the book really is fascinating–in more ways than I could even touch on in an 800-word piece. I’m still pondering the exchange a month after reading it…Sister Wendy is very funny, very deep…you feel she really comes to love Robert Ellsberg, and vice versa…
Bless you Heather! Furry friends can be not so friendly when they are NOT where they belong!!! Completely get it! Deep breaths and prayers on the way!
Exactly, Sonja! Out in the yard, delightful! In the inside wall and under the floor–not so much…
Also, dear Heather, what a sparkeling review! I am definitely putting it on my list!
I’m still thinking about the book, and Sister Wendy’s distilled wisdom…well worth reading and pondering.
Thanks Heather, I love everything you write! I’ve been watching those old Sr. Wendy videos on YouTube, and it has given me much pleasure. Thank you for the reminder.
Melanie, Sister Wendy is really something. She has a wicked sense of humor, very understated and dry, not least about herself. She lived this very physically confined, austere life–but as Emily Dickinson said, “The brain–is wider than the Sky”…especially when, along with the heart, it’s centered in Christ…I just read one of her books on art and it’s wonderful. So glad you’ve gone back to some of those old videos…timeless.
Love! “I only love God as much as the person I love the least”….has not left my thoughts since I read….Thank you! dear Heather for reminding me!
Totally, Glenda–doesn’t THAT thought draw us up short! As Dorothy Day also said, “Love is the measure…” Blessings to you!