Abbot Martin Veth: Custody of the Heart

I am very happy to see that someone has uploaded my 2001 book on Abbot Martin Veth online, where anyone can read it who makes a free account! Abbot Martin was a true disciple of Abbot Columba Marmion, whom he had met previously. This volume has excerpts from his spiritual conferences. Anyone interested in Benedictine monasticism and/or the early Liturgical Movement might find this book very helpful, and I hope you give it a try for Spiritual Reading.

Here is the link:https://archive.org/details/custodyofheartse0000veth

Abbot Martin Veth, second abbot of St Benedict’s Abbey in Atchison, Kansas.

St Norbert, Peacemaker

I today would focus on one particular verse, “Blessed are the Peacemakers, for they shall be called children of God.”

I would like to briefly discuss and draw what I hope are helpful lessons from the life of someone who has been an important part of my own study and research in medieval history, namely Norbert of Xanten, who lived in the twelfth century, and was a great reformer of the clergy, founding a new religious order known as the Premonstratensians (their most famous abbey in Scotland being Dryburgh in the borders, where Sir Walter Scott is buried), and later became archbishop of Magdeburg in Germany. This Norbert came as we shall see to have a reputation as the great peacemaker of his troubled times.

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Norbert was born around the year 1080, in Xanten, near the modern German-Dutch border on the west bank of the Rhine. He was an aristocrat of the highest level, with close relationships on both side of his family to the German and French royal houses. Around the time his father and brother went off to fight in the first crusade, Norbert, who seemed to have been a pleasant, handsome fun loving and rather spoiled young man, began his own family destined predictable path as a cleric in the German church, finding himself before long in the retinue of the Emperor. His rather steady but unremarkable careerist trajectory seems to have been disturbed when he accompanied the Emperor when during one phase of the long power struggle with the papacy known as the Investiture controversy, the German ruler invaded Italy, took Rome by force, and imprisoned the elderly pope in hopes of convincing him to accept the emperor’s point of view. Norbert we know visited the pope in prison, and seems to have become disillusioned with the whole type of life he was living in the emperor’s service. When they returned to Germany he left the imperial service and refused promotion in the Church, and soon underwent a radical conversion and call to a serious religious life. He gradually divested himself of his wealth and began what today we would call vocation discernment, living in turn with hermits and various types of monks and canons, before deciding to become a poor, wandering preacher. It is a fascinating story, which perhaps I can tell in more detail at another time. While Norbert had many enemies who distrusted his radical way of life, he also had friends among the bishops, and eventually received papal permission for his way of life. He founded a group of religious communities centered on the new abbey of Premontre in France, who became known as “white canons” due to the colour of their habits. As the Cistercians under the leadership of Bernard reformed the monks, so Norbert, his friend, helped spark reform of clergy all over Europe. Even St Bernard, not known for being self effacing, considered Norbert to be the finest preacher of the age. Eventually Norbert was made, to his own reluctance and chagrin, archbishop of Magdeburg on the eastern frontier of Germany, where until his death he supported missions, church reform and tried to mediate in continuing struggles between the popes and German emperors that caused so much distress in those days.

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In what ways was Norbert a peacemaker? In good medieval fashion, I would suggest  three, all of which have potential relevance in principle for every Christian in every age, regardless of the differences in state of life and circumstances.

First of all he allowed himself to be guided on the road to inner peace by surrendering himself to God. Through a process of gradual and painstaking discernment, punctuated by dramatic moments, He let Christ take over his life; Norbert gradually came to see that if he became poor in spirit, and let God lead him, his former way of life could be left behind and he could be transformed from the conventional into something that was genuinely centered on God, and because it was centered on God, he came to see that he needed to love others, and to bring to them the peace he had found within. This inner peace, a purity of heart centered upon God and manifested in charity, is something the Beatitudes direct us toward, something we are called to aspire to. As St Jerome puts it about the verse we are considering this morning:

“The peacemakers are called blessed who first make peace within their own heart, and then between their dissident brethren. For what does it profit you to make peace between others, while vice is at war within your own heart?”

And that is just what Norbert did. After his conversion and years of prayer and recollection, at peace now with himself and God, the focus of Norbert’s itinerant preaching became peace in a second sense, the restoration of hope, and reconciliation in the villages he visited throughout France, Germany and the Low Countries. He would enter into a village, and in those days of feudal violence, he often would attempt to reconcile warring and broken families. We are told how when the villagers knew he was approaching, they would ring the church bells, and children would run out and escort him to the village. He would often preach and hold meetings with those at odds with one another, and after celebrating the Eucharist with them present, would have them make peace over the relics of the saints. More humbly but no less significantly, he would counsel and help reconcile the distressed, the ostracized, and those in need of healing for one reason or another, often women who had been marginalized and accused of demonic possession. He also ministered to the powerful, often stricken by their own form of alienation and inner turmoil. One great example was the German nobleman Count Godfrey of Cappenburg. Godfrey had led a troubled life as a warlike nobleman, and in those tumultuous times had burned down the local cathedral. Dejected in remorse and alienation, he eventually joined Norbert, gave over his wealth, and found peace as a simple lay brother as Norbert’s dear spiritual friend and confidante. For all of these activities of Norbert, we are told by Norbert’s early biographer that while traveling through France,

“the next day early in the morning he rose and departed for another village not far away in order to preach to the people. He was very devoutly received here because they had heard he was a bearer of the Word of God and a bringer of tranquil peace.”

Not a bad epitaph!

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Thirdly. When he was made archbishop of Magdeburg, essentially a prince archbishop and one of the most important advisors in the Empire, Norbert found himself called to be a peacemaker on yet another level, what we might call today the realm of international politics. The intense conflicts between the popes and emperors continued, with all the distress this brought to people of all levels of society, and Norbert found himself in the often unenviable position of trying to keep things together, or at least from further deterioration. In this he was for the most part successful, but like all great peacemakers, it did not make him universally popular, and I think that is one of the reasons that despite his widely acknowledged sanctity and that he founded one of the major medieval religious orders, the Premonstratensians, which at their height before the Reformation numbered 600 abbeys from Ireland to the Holy Land, he would not be formally canonized until over four centuries after his death. Peacemakers, as the sermon on the Mount brings home so powerfully and poignantly, are not always appreciated, however much they are always desperately needed.

St Norbert and his followers tried to live out the Beatitudes, as best they could with God’s help. They knew there was much darkness in their own hearts and in the world around them, and led by a great and inspired teacher, they hoped to bring the light of Christ wherever they went. As one early Norbertine put it, they prayed, trained and worked that they might be lanterns illuminating the shadows wherever they went, whatever they did. Like their master Christ, they were called, as they often put it, docere verbo et exemplo, to teach by word and example, to let their deeds and teaching go together.

I learn from St Norbert of Xanten that if we really want to be effective peacemakers on all levels, then we must begin in our own hearts, with ourselves. Then we can turn to our families, and our own relationships, in churches, schools, the workplace, to reconciling the alienated, broken and tender souls and hearts within our own, every day reach. Then, when and if we are called, to discern how to do this in a more public arena, perhaps for a few even on the scale of Norbert, perhaps for most of us as engaged citizens. But we will not be effective in bringing peace to others if we do not allow God to bring it to our own hearts first. Follow the previous beatitudes, if we want to know what it takes to be a peacemaker. Listen to the parables, for they will tell us that if we really want to work for the kingdom of God, we must first recognize and accept and nurture it within ourselves. Then our efforts as true peacemakers, following St Norbert and countless others, from John the Baptist to our own day, will be modeled and centered on Christ, who as it says in the last words of the song of Zachary, sung to his newborn baby son John the Baptist, the canticle Benedictus which the church sings every single morning in her common prayer throughout the world,

And thou, Child, shalt be called the Prophet of the Highest : for thou shalt go before the face of the Lord to prepare his ways;

To give knowledge of salvation unto his people : for the remission of their sins,

Through the tender mercy of our God : whereby the day-spring from on high hath visited us;

To give light to them that sit in darkness, and in the shadow of death : and to guide our feet into the way of peace.  Amen.

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Benedictine Spirit in Anglicanism

Many years ago my wife Sabine and I visited the hermitage of New Camaldoli in Big Sur, California. I had recently finished my doctoral dissertation at Cornell University, writing on a fifteenth century Camaldolese named John-Jerome of Prague, and while visiting my brother in the Bay Area, we drove down to Big Sur to see the hermitage and to give them a copy of my thesis for their library. We received a wonderful welcome from the prior, Father Robert Hale, and spent a lovely and unforgettable afternoon there.

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I kept up contact with Robert Hale, who passed away in 2018. He had been an Episcopalian, and while he became a Roman Catholic, remained extremely active in ecumenical relations between Anglicans and Catholics. He wrote a wonderful article on the deeply Benedictine character of Anglican worship and spirituality, a topic many others have written about, and one very close to my own heart. I recommend it very highly, and provide the link here:

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Bede & Erasmus

Recently I was in upstate New York in the beautiful Finger Lakes region with my whole family to attend my niece’s wedding in lovely Skaneateles. It was wonderful to be with family for this joyous celebration. After the wedding weekend my brother kindly drove us down to Ithaca, where I had attended graduate school at Cornell University and met and married my wife Sabine thirty years earlier in the nearby village of Dryden. As part of walking around Cornell’s incomparable campus, on a warm sunny day we entered the cool refuge of Sage Chapel.

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Courtyard of Sage Chapel. Photo by Elleanor Hyland.

While I had attended services in this Victorian gem from time to time as a student, much more often for me it was a place of quiet sanctuary and private prayer and meditation, with its lovely mosaics and amazing stained glass windows. Whether on a warm day such as this August afternoon or a bitingly cold winter’s morning, it had never failed to soothe my spirit, an ecumenical celebration in stone and glass and marble of faith, learning and charity. It was for me also an expression of something that I had also come to love very deeply, the medieval aesthetic expressed so beautifully  in Victorian and Edwardian art.

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Sage chapel. Interior mosaics and windows. Photo by Eleanor Hyland.

I have written before, and it never ceases to amaze me, how ecclesiastical art and decoration always play such an important part in one’s formation. How important it is to simply sit and be immersed over time in the presence of such beauty, and to allow the Spirit to form one, bringing inspiration and consolation, and instilling dreams.

This time in Sage Chapel, after years away, I was reminded of something I had not thought of in a long time. In one area of the chapel, nestled next to one another in a pairing which I have to think is very uncommon if not unique to Sage, were two lovely windows of the Venerable Bede and Erasmus. I was transfixed as I gazed upon them, and asked my daughter to take a photo of me in front of them.

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In front of the windows of Erasmus and Bede, Sage chapel.  Photo by Eleanor Hyland.

It struck me like a powerful and poignant thunderbolt how important and formative this combination had been to me, as both a scholar, historian, teacher, and, in my best moments, I hope, a Christian humanist.  From the eighth-century Bede comes my first academic love, and enduring spiritual interest, in the early medieval and in particular Anglo-Saxon church, the patristic Church of the North. Bede, his love of church history, liturgical prayer, hagiography, biblical exegesis, all are such a part of me. And Erasmus in the sixteenth century, his love of antiquity, his Christian humanism, his irenical attitudes in theology, the seeking of common ground, and also his deep sadness over the painful divisions in Christendom happening in his time. Both were deeply committed in their own ways and times to education and Christian humanism. One stands at the beginning of the middle ages, one at the end. How amazing, I thought, as I stood there, in the book I am finishing now on a sixteenth century abbot, that both figure in it as influences on him. And I myself am in many ways, in some strange and deeply enigmatic way, an amalgam of the two.

I could go on and on, but suffice to say that it is profoundly important, the art and environment we immerse ourselves in, the settings where we place ourselves to ponder and to pray. I have been the beneficiary of many such places, and for all of them I am grateful, not least for the lovely, cool darkness of Cornell’s Sage Chapel and its inspiring glass, mosaics, and marble.

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Reflection for the feast of St Olaf, 2019

In Trondheim, Norway sits in majestic splendour the northernmost cathedral of medieval Christendom. The seat of the medieval archbishop and center of the Catholic church in medieval Norway, the archbishop or metropolitan of Trondheim/Nidaros not only presided over the medieval Norwegian church, but was the head of an ecclesiastical province that extended to Shetland and Orkney, the Isle of Man, Iceland, Greenland and beyond that Vinland and Markland in North America.

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Trondheim cathedral most importantly held the shrine of St Olaf, Norway’s eternal and apostolic king, who was martyred in 1030. His feast day, the day he was martyred, is still kept by Catholics, Lutherans, Anglicans and Orthodox. At first his relics were kept in a smaller church, but eventually the great Gothic cathedral was built and housed his relics and shrine.

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Throughout  the middle ages until the Reformation, there was a huge tradition of pilgrimage to Trondheim. I had the chance to go there on Easter Monday of 1985 as an undergraduate, part of a memorable trip visiting relatives in western Norway.  I have strong memories of spending time and worshipping in the great cathedral, and praying at the site of the shrine. Not long after that the pilgrimage trail to Trondheim was revived in Norway, and is still thriving, part of a wider revival and appreciation of the  many and varied spiritual benefits of pilgrimage. I also remember looking from the shore on a very cold day at the island where Cistercian monks had lived until the Reformation;  where now, not far from those ruins, Cistercian nuns have returned and have a thriving community, welcomed alike by Crown and people of all faiths.

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I am reminded today of a story a friend told me of his visit to Trondheim cathedral many years ago. He stood outside the cathedral and watched a worker, a stone mason, slowly descend a high scaffold from where he had been doing some intricate repairs. My friend asked him whey he was doing that, as that work was not really visible to anyone. The man smiled and laconically said that God could see, God sees everything.

And so He does. Blessings on this feast of St Olaf.

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Sunday 5 After Pentecost 2019

Sermon given at All Saints, in St Andrews,  July 14, 2019

“But the word is very near you; it is in your mouth and in your heart, so that you can do it.”  Deuteronomy 30:14.

All of us have biblical verses which strike a cord within us and remind us of certain people or moments or events. As I digested the readings this week preparing to preach, this verse from Deuteronomy reminded me of how much over the years I have come to appreciate a humble and unassuming giant of the spiritual life, Br Lawrence of the Resurrection.

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Br Lawrence was a seventeenth century Carmelite lay brother in Paris. After years as a soldier, he entered the monastery and spent most of his life doing kitchen chores and repairing sandals for his fellow religious, and gradually became known as a spiritual guide. His letters and sayings were published after his death, and quickly, under the title Practice of the Presence of God, became an instant classic, translated into many languages, including English. There is much wisdom in his simplicity and approach, all focused on calmly throughout the day, in whatever work or occupation one finds oneself, habitually calling gently to mind the presence of God, whom, he came to realize, is never far away, indeed is always at hand and within reach. As Lawrence puts it,

“He does not ask much of us, merely a thought of Him from time to time, a little act of adoration, sometimes to ask for His grace, sometimes to offer Him your sufferings, at other times to thank Him for the graces, past and present, He has bestowed on you, in the midst of your troubles to take solace in Him as often as you can. Lift up your heart to Him during your meals and in company; the least little remembrance will always be the most pleasing to Him. One need not cry out very loudly; He is nearer to us than we think.”

The seventeenth century was a great time of spiritual writers, and many of them devised rather complex forms of meditation. Lawrence tells us that after reading many books about these methods and many headaches in trying to follow them, he came up with a much simpler approach. Lawrence had been a soldier before becoming a Carmelite friar, and that is reflected in the following description of his method:

“A little lifting up of the heart suffices; a little remembrance of God, an interior act of adoration, even though made on the march and with sword in hand, are prayers which, short though they may be, are nevertheless very pleasing to God, and far from making a soldier lose his courage on the most dangerous occasions, bolster it. Let him then think of God as much as possible so that he will gradually become accustomed to this little but holy exercise; no one will notice it and nothing is easier than to repeat often during the day these little acts of interior adoration.”

It is not surprising that this little book about the little way of being Christian has become a classic in the ecumenical sense, and has helped countless Christians of all stripes in their spiritual journey. His deep sense of finding God and abiding in His Presence among the pots and pans, the sewing of sandals, and in every task and every human encounter, can resonate with everyone. This approach, what we might call the Little Way, of joining love and awareness of God with love of neighbor in the small everyday tasks, the stuff of daily existence, is at the heart of Christian life, and is central to the Gospel reading of the Good Samaritan today.

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The life of Mother Teresa of Calcutta witnessed an overwhelming response of the Church and much of the world to her simple but profound way of love: doing the humblest things for the humblest people, driven by her desire to love the children of a God who loved us first. Her constant acts of kindness and inclusivity in her idea of neighbor, each perhaps little in itself, amounted to great things that made the world take notice. Likewise, but in a different context, with St. Therese of Lisieux (1873-97), “the Little Flower”. At the heart of her spirituality was the Little Way, of offering not only great suffering up to God, but also the everyday and seemingly trivial difficulties which arise in our daily lives and relationships with others. Such an attitude goes to the very heart of Christ’s relationships with almost everyone he encounters in the Gospels. Likewise, the parables are full of ordinary people, events and things, and opportunities to show love of God and neighbor.

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Just a few days ago the Church celebrated the life of one of the most important figures in the whole spiritual tradition, the sixth century monastic teacher St Benedict about whom Gregory the Great wrote a life. As in all medieval hagiographical literature, miracles performed by God through the intercession of the saint form an important part of the story. In Gregory’s Life of St. Benedict, the very first miracle Benedict performs, while still a young man, is to quietly repair a tray which his nurse accidentally broke. As Pope Gregory describes the action:

The poor woman burst into tears; she had just borrowed this tray and now it was ruined. Benedict, who had always been a devout and thoughtful boy, felt sorry for his nurse when he saw her weeping. Quietly picking up both the pieces, he knelt down by himself and prayed earnestly to God, even to the point of tears. No sooner had he finished his prayer than he noticed that the two pieces were joined together again, without even a mark to show where the tray had been broken. Hurrying back at once, he cheerfully reassured his nurse and handed her the tray in perfect condition.1

Benedict would go on to prophesy before kings, found abbeys, heal the sick and even raise the dead, but I am not sure if any of those great works of the Spirit are more beautiful than this prayerful and heartfelt desire to reach out and help a fellow human being in emotional distress. His life and his Holy Rule are full of concern for the little things, such as caring for the sick and extending hospitality to all. Many examples could be given, but his description of the duties of the Cellarer in the monastery is typical, describing him in many of the ways that would fit well the Good Samaritan:

He must show every care and concern for the sick, children, guests and the poor, knowing for certain that he will be held accountable for all of them on the day of judgment. He will regard all utensils and goods of the monastery as sacred vessels of the altar, aware that nothing is to be neglected. He should not be prone to greed, nor be wasteful and extravagant with the goods of the monastery, but should do everything with moderation and according to the abbot’s orders. Above all, let him be humble. If goods are not available to meet a request, he will offer a kind word in reply, for it is written: ‘A kind word is better than the best gift ‘ (Sirach 18:17).

The Rule also says that all guests must be received as if one is receiving Christ, and hospitality is a central part of the Little Way just as it is in monastic life.

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Likewise this week our Scottish church remembered another lesser known monk St Drostan, who is particularly venerated in Aberdeenshire. We know little about him, except that most likely he was a disciple and fellow missionary of the great St Columba, and that holy well dedicated to him serves as the water source for Aberlour distillery. But what we really know is that he prayed, recited the Psalms and drew sustenance from the liturgy, and preached and trained others to do so. He baptized and lived in community, being solicitous for the poor, and one miracle for which he is remembered is the simple but kind act of restoring the sight of a priest who had gone blind.

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What gave these figures the strength to do these things, to persevere in their spiritual paths? There is a threefold way that prepares us for this, that characterizes this monastic spirituality.  One cultivates an attentiveness to God and the needs of our neighbor by first of all living a life based upon praying together in common, through the liturgy, offering our prayers to God as a community as we do this morning, and do week after week, year after year. Secondly, by the prayerful reading of scripture, known as lectio divina, or sacred reading, we ponder over and over the meaning of God’s Word for us. And, thirdly, we do not just think about God and offer up pious thoughts, but we put our faith into action, as the Benedictine motto puts it, ora et labora, prayer and work. Like the cellarer mentioned in the Rule, our work, whatever it is, should be permeated by kindness, outreach to others, an offering lifted up to God, to use another Benedictine motto that is in itself a prayer, “that in all things Christ may be glorified.”

This not just something for monks, and indeed it has long been noted that our Anglican way of worship, though the Book of Common Prayer lived out in parish communities, has deep roots in this Benedictine and wider tradition.

The Anglican monk and spiritual theologian, Bede Thomas Mudge, notes that The Benedictine spirit is certainly at the root of the Anglican way of prayer,  in a very special and pronounced manner:

The example and influence of the Benedictine monastery, with its rhythm of divine office and Eucharist, the tradition of learning and ‘lectio divina’, and the family relationship among Abbot and community were determinative for much of Anglican life, and for the pattern of Anglican devotion. This devotional pattern persevered through the spiritual and theological upheavals of the Reformation. The Book of Common Prayer . . . the primary spiritual source-book for Anglicans . . . continued the basic monastic pattern of the Eucharist and the divine office as the principal public forms of worship, and Anglicanism has been unique in this respect.

 

While this spirituality and discipline, with deep roots in monastic and Anglican tradition, can hopefully prepare us to be attentive to God and neighbor, we must avoid complacency.  As the parable of the Good Samaritan shows, merely being an expert on the letter of the Law was not enough to truly discern who your neighbor is, nor does the painstaking performance of ritual automatically prepare us to understand what God wants from us in our everyday encounters with those around us.

The Lawyer answered Jesus correctly on love of God and neighbor as being the heart of the Law, and Jesus tells him to do this, and he shall live. And when in response to the further question of the lawyer, about who is his neighbor, Jesus relates this parable we heard today, and when the lawyer replied that he was a true neighbor to the wounded man who had showed mercy to him, the Lord responds again with a command, “Go, and do in like manner.” That is to say, remember that it is with such prompt mercy you must love and sustain your neighbor who is in need. And by this Christ most clearly revealed to us, that it is love alone, and not love made known by word only, but that which is proved and manifested also by deeds, which brings us to eternal life.

St Benedict and St Drostan and a host of others teach us in their words and deeds that in the guest we receive, in the ones we comfort and support in whatever type of need they are in, that we also do this for Christ. In such acts we perfectly manifest, and make real, love of God and neighbor. We should not excuse ourselves, saying that these matters are too great for us. The Scriptures and the whole tradition of the Little Way, which is in fact a sacred and golden way, tells us that if we cannot do greater things, then let us all help in the lesser things. Help others to live, whether physically or emotionally or spiritually in need. Give food, clothing, medicines, apply remedies to the afflicted, bind up their wounds no matter what type they are, ask about their misfortunes, speak with them of patience and forebearance, draw close to them. It is hard, but we must have confidence that God will supply us with the strength to see Christ in our neighbor. We must let compassion overcome our timidity. We must let the love of our fellow human beings in need overcome the promptings of fear that hold us back. We must not despise our brothers and sisters in need, we must not pass them by.

If I might end with the words of the great patristic writer Gregory of Nazianzus, commenting upon this very Gospel and its implications for all of us, for God, in our hearts and in our neighbor, is indeed closer to us than we might think:

“O servants of Christ, who are my brethren and my fellow heirs, let us, while there is yet time, visit Christ in his sickness, let us care for Christ in His sickness, let us give to Christ to eat, let us clothe Christ in his nakedness. Let us do honour to Christ, and not only at table, as some did, not only with precious ointments, as Mary did, not only in his tomb, as Joseph of Arimathea did, not only doing him honour with gold, frankincense and myrrh, as the Magi did. But let us honour Him because the Lord of all desires from us mercy and not sacrifice, and goodness of heart above thousands of fat lambs. Let us give him this honour in his poor, in those who lie on the ground here before us this very day, (stricken by wounds both seen and unseen), so that when we leave this world they may receive us into eternal tabernacles, in Jesus Christ our Lord, to Whom be there Glory for all ages, Amen.”

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Rembrandt. The Good Samaritan.

 

 

 

The Otters’ Song

According to Tradition, the sixth century Irish monk St Brendan was known for going on long voyages on the Western Ocean, where he and his monks in their little coracle encountered new lands and many wonders, all the while faithfully praying the Psalms and Liturgy.

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Where shore meets wave,

where fish and kelp

bait hungry men,

there the Otters play,

our ancient souls

reveal the ocean’s secrets.

 

“St. Brendan sailed the deep green sea,

They say none sailed so far as he.

Somehow he kept his brothers sane,

Through storms of wind and sleet and rain.”

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“St. Brendan fasted, worked and prayed,

He sang the blesséd Psalms so well.

He rode the waves on monstrous beasts,

defied the very gates of hell.”

 

“We know his sanctity was real,

His heart a stranger to all guile.

For when he watched the Otters dance,

The Holy Spirit made him smile.”

 

We are the Otters.

Much has changed,

but we remember.

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The Visitor

St. Colmcille, also known by his Latin name Columba, was a great monastic leader in sixth century Ireland. He left his country for permanent exile and founded a new community on the island of Iona off the western coast of Scotland. Iona became one of the greatest centers for the spread of Christian culture throughout Britain.

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The Visitor

Three days ago,

just as he said.

After nones,

the hour of our redemption,

I climbed a hill

to look out

into the West

beyond the waves.

The sun, no longer

quite so high,

verging towards its

stark descent below

the limitless Ocean,

lit up the clouds

with streaks of

reddish orange.

At first my eyes saw

nothing strange or

unexpected, but then a

black spot grew larger

as it made its way toward

Iona,

our holy haven

in the sea.

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Without a sound,

the giant heron

glided towards the grass

beside me, so wasted

and tired from its flight

its great neck no longer

could support its lolling head.

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As heavy as a small child,

the docile creature

without a sound let me

pick it up and bring it

to the nearby barn.

Nestled in the clean straw

it ate and slept in safety.

 

Brimming over with reverent wonder,

after Vespers I approached

Columba, told him of the

bird’s arrival, how it happened

just as he’d predicted.

 

He thanked me for my charity and obedience,

twin pillars of our island life;

with gentle confidence assured

the bird would soon recover,

a creature dear to him he said,

for like Columba long ago

it came across the waves from

Ireland,

but unlike him would soon return.

In that moment I gripped his arm and felt

the weight of our exile, all we had abandoned,

he and I and all our brethren,

to come and live upon this Rock,

our desert in the sea.

Stumbling words cannot express

this instant union of

piercing joy and heartfelt sorrow,

grey eyes and rugged hands

reached out to me in gentle reassurance.

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I do not know if Columba

went to see our feathered guest.

On the third day it rose from its bed,

and strutting like a king

it raised a mighty head

to gaze upon the sun,

gave forth a harsh primeval cry.

Without a glance to even bid farewell,

the rested bird rose up into the currents of the air,

and set its gaze for home.

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The Prayer of St Fillan

 

 St Fillan was an eighth century Irish monk and missionary to Scotland, who is associated by local tradition with living the life of a hermit in Pittenweem in the East Neuk. The cave believed to have been his hermitage is still there and once again is a place of worship and pilgrimage, containing also a holy spring of water. Besides being a preacher and evangelist, whose bell and crozier still survive, Fillan is associated with the taming of wolves (perhaps a play on the meaning of his name in Irish), and with the fact that as he sat and prayed in the darkness of the cave, his left arm was miraculously illuminated, enabling him to read the Scriptures.

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St Fillan’s Prayer

The chanting of gulls,

Songs of shifting sands,

Souls at home where shores

Can but embrace the restless, heaving sea.

Distant echoes of Ireland,

Kinfolk far away,

Memories flow in and out

Like lapping waves.

 

Tired again, so very tired,

from taming wolves,

Teaching the discipline of freedom,

Paths of forgiveness, peace and mercy.

Uncertain, at times, if they or I, Fillan,

Grasp at all what You have done for us.

 

Sanctuary.

 

Nestled in this sacred womb,

Attentive, conscious, quiet,

I sense once more the lure of fresh beginning,

Springs of clear, pure water,

Nourish Hope of second and eternal birth.

Sitting still in damp darkness,

Gently seeking, dreaming of my very heart’s desire.

 

And somehow, in your own time, You touch me.

 

My left arm,

so recently bereft of strength,

Worn out by bearing weighty bells and crosses,

Illuminates the threatening gloom.

Emboldened eyes freshly ponder

Psalms long ago learnt by heart,

Depths deeper than this or any other cave,

Respond once more to longed-for, promised Light.

 

But oh now,

joyful, dancing, fruitful self-abandon,

Heart leaping like a Roe Deer on the fresh green hills at Dawn!

 

When I am weak, then am I strong.

 

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