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Tuesday, 3 February 2026
Sunday, 1 February 2026
The 4th step. Life is dificult
...difficult, unfavorable, or even unjust conditions, where our hearts must quietly embrace suffering, and endure it without weakening or seeking escape.
On first reading, this may seem so foreign, so unrealistic – that we must even remotely consider accepting such conditions. But in time, we will realize one of the most important lessons of life – it really isn't all about us.
We frequently cling to our own ways, refusing to confront and accept the reality of life. But there are a great many essential and positive lessons to be learned from these trials. They are not to be ignored.
Sister Joan reminds us that in this degree of humility, we must hold on when things do not go our way, for we must learn to...
...withstanding the storms of life rather than having to flail and flail agaist the wind and, as a result, lose the opportunity to control ourselves when there is nothing else in life we can control.
Yes, yes, I understand. This is so easy to say. But we must persist! We must persevere! We must endure! We must learn to live this life for Him! It really is not all about us.
Saturday, 31 January 2026
The 3rd Step. We are called to submit!
We are but one word among many. Humility lies in learning to listen to the words, directions, and insights of those around us who are a voice of Christ for us today. These are the relationships of which sanctity is made. Invite Him to join with you, walk with you, and listen for His word in the other.
The 2nd Step. Born to do His Will
...we shall imitate by our actions that saying of Christ's: "I have come not to do my own will, but he will of the One who sent me"
"how do we tell the world of God from our own? How do we know when to resist the tide and confront the opposition and when to embrace the pain and except the bitterness because "God will it for us."
I believe the answer lies and our willingness, and our ability to listen quietly for his voice. For his will.
It will come to us as a gentle nudge or maybe even a shove. If we're willing to listen.
Tuesday, 27 January 2026
Humility
...if the preservation of the globe in the 21st century requires anything of the past at all, it may well be the commitment of the rule of Benedict to humility.
... a proper sense of self in a universe of wonders. When we make ourselves, God, no one in the world is safe in our presence. Humility… is the basis for right relationships in the life.
Monday, 26 January 2026
The 1st step...
"How does a person seek union with God? the seeker asks.
"The harder you seek," the teacher said, "the more distant you create between God and you."
"So what does one do about the distance? "
"Understand that it isn't there, "the teacher said.
"Does that mean that God and I are one? "The seeker said.
"Not one. No two."
"How is that possible? "The seeker asked.
"The sun and its light, the ocean and the wave, the singer and the song. Not one. Not two. "
Friday, 23 January 2026
We must want...
You must give yourself to it wholeheartedly. You must enter into it with Hope and surety. You must not kick and kick against the goad. (A goad is a pointed stick to prod animals.)
This, Benedict says, is not obedience. This is only compliance, and compliance kills, both us, and the community, whose heart is fractured by those who hold theirs back. Real obedience depends on wanting to listen to the voice of God in the human community, not wanting to be forced to do what we refuse to grow from.
Sunday, 18 January 2026
This is our call
The Tools for Good Works
Sunday, January 18, 2026Chapter 4First of all, "love God with your whole heart, your whole soul and all your strength, and love your neighbor as yourself (Mt 22:37-39; Mk 12:30-31; Lk 10:27)."
for "that most valiant kind of monastic heart," who sets out to find the holy in the human. The call to contemplation to not simply to see Christ in the other but to treat the other as Christ. Benedict calls us first to justice: love God, love the other, do no harm to anyone.
...to be engaged in the great Christian enterprise of acting for others in the place of God.
This is our call.
Friday, 16 January 2026
Wisdom is....
Sister Joanne observes these collective life experiences do count – remarking that wisdom is simply it's distillation.
Thursday, 15 January 2026
Call to Lead
Benedictines are called to birth souls of steel and light; they are called to live the life they lead; their call to live in discriminately; their call to favor the good, not to favor the favorites; they are to call the community to the height and depth and breath of the spiritual life; they are to remember and rejoice in their own weaknesses in order to deal tenderly with the weaknesses of others; they are to attend more to the spiritual than to the physical aspects of community life; and finally, they are to save their own souls in the process, to be human beings themselves, to grow in life themselves.
Wednesday, 14 January 2026
Trial by Faith
We are called to struggle in life with those around
us--to grow in depth, in sincerity, and in holiness,
to grow despite weaknesses, to grow beyond our
weaknesses.
Sunday, 11 January 2026
To Enshrine The Way
Benedict focuses again today on the importance of the prior and prioress leading a life which they seek to enshrine in others. Sister Joan brings it to life for us today.
and the crystal that rings true. Otherwise, why should anyone else
Saturday, 10 January 2026
A reminder...
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Blessed, because we still carry extraordinary freedom, creativity, resources, and the ability to speak, gather, and worship. These are gifts entrusted to us, not earned by us.
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Broken, because division, anger, suspicion, and greed have crept into our common life. Many see neighbors not as fellow children of God, but as enemies. Our politics often reward outrage more than compassion. We live in an age of abundance, yet millions go hungry or are crushed under debt. The Creator must surely weep that after so many years, we still struggle with racism, violence, and indifference.
The eyes of the painting—serious, compassionate, longing—ask us whether we have grown closer to the dream Rockwell imagined, or drifted further.
Can we be humble enough to ask for help?
Humility is the only path back. We must admit:
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We cannot fix this by clever policies alone.
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We cannot heal by shouting louder than the other side.
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We cannot find peace until we are willing to kneel—each in our own way of prayer, silence, or surrender—and confess that we have fallen short.
Humility is not weakness. It is the courage to say:
- See the humanity of the neighbor with whom you disagree
- Choose kindness when cruelty is easier
- Teach children not just to succeed, but to serve
- Pray—not only for your family—but for the stranger
We must take responsibility
Friday, 9 January 2026
We must be willing....
Thursday, 1 January 2026
Your Rule of LIfe
Wednesday, 31 December 2025
We are called...
Sunday, 21 December 2025
A candle on the path
Saturday, 20 December 2025
Called to follow the good and wise
Friday, 19 December 2025
The Spark of the Divine
Thursday, 18 December 2025
Chapter 63: The consequences of libration
Wednesday, 17 December 2025
Hold fast to our humanity....
...hold fast to our humanity, to make it our priority and never to let what we have obscure what we are.
Tuesday, 16 December 2025
Opportunity to begin again....
- is this group, is this place calling out the best in me,
- is this where I fit,
- is this the place where I can become what God wants for me,
- can I see God's footsteps clearly in front of me?
Monday, 15 December 2025
There is meaning in every journey...
Sunday, 14 December 2025
Letting go....
Benedict knew what most of us learn sooner or later: it is hard to let go of the past, and yet, until we do, there is no hope whatsoever that we can ever gain from the future.
Saturday, 13 December 2025
To become what we said we would be
Thursday, 4 December 2025
Let us remember
"In India," Ram Dass writes, "when people meet and part they often say, 'Namaste,' which means: I honor the place in you where the entire universe resides; I honor the place in you of love, of light, of truth, of peace. I honor the place within you where if you are in that place in you and I am in that place in me, there is only one of us....'Namaste'."
It is an important distinction in a culture in which strangers are ignored and self-sufficiency is considered a sign of virtue and poverty is a synonym for failure.
To practice hospitality in our world, it may be necessary to evaluate all the laws and all the promotions and all the invitation lists of corporate and political society from the point of view of the people who never make the lists. Then hospitality may demand that we work to change things.
Tuesday, 2 December 2025
What DO the Gospels demand of us?
Monday, 1 December 2025
What is your goal?
Sunday, 30 November 2025
Life of a Continuous Lent
Benedict encourages the monastic to live a life of a continuous Lent.
For most of us, this would seem somewhat severe. However, on closer inspection, the life to which Benedict invites us may be well worth considering. For example, refusing to indulge evil habits; devoting ourselves to prayer; to reading; to compunction of heart and self-denial; needless talking; and idle jesting
What a blessing this would be for ourselves and others! We are capable with His help. Let us grow in His faith; listen to His voice; listen to His call; let us not be distracted! Let us follow His way!
Saturday, 29 November 2025
The Gift of the Mind
Weeds, spring up and thrive; but to get Wheat how much toil we must endure. The rule of Benedict treats work and lectio interchangeably. One focuses the skills of the body on the task of co-creation. The other focuses the gifts of the mind on the lessons of the heart. One without the other is not Benedictine spirituality. To get the wheat of life, we need to work at planting as well as reaping, at reaping as well as planting.
Friday, 28 November 2025
Discipline of the hours
Thursday, 27 November 2025
Idleness
chasing-except in periods designated for chasing squirrels.
Wednesday, 26 November 2025
We are seen at all times by God
She who is centered in the Tao can go where she wishes, without danger. She perceives the universal harmony, even a amid great pain, because she has found peace in her heart – the peace only He can give.
Tuesday, 25 November 2025
If we choose....
Everybody needs somebody to whom they can reveal themselves without fear of punishment or pain. Everybody at sometime in life, struggles with an angel that threatens to overpower them. Contemporary society, with its bent for anonymity and pathological individualism and transience, has institutionalized the process in psychological consulting services and spiritual direction centers.If we choose spiritual people for our friends and our leaders, if we respect our elders for their wisdom, if we wanted growth rather than comfort, if we ripped away the masks that hide us, and we were willing to have our bleeding selves cauterized by the light of spiritual leadership and the heat of holy friendship, we would, come to the humility that brings real peace.
Sunday, 23 November 2025
What would it take?
Friday, 21 November 2025
How DO we contend with the evil one?
Thursday, 20 November 2025
When noise becomes habitual, when it fills day after day and month after month, something thickens inside us. The walls of the mind grow dense and impenetrable. The soul becomes hard of hearing. What we lose is not simply quiet; we lose access to the inner voice — that gentle, steady voice within us that reveals our pain, clarifies our truth, and whispers of the presence of God.
The Loss of Inner Hearing
The Fathers and Mothers of the desert warned that a noisy life becomes a scattered life. Scattered people cannot discern. The soul that never rests cannot see. What is drowned out by the noise is not merely our thoughts but our capacity for interior truth.
We can become so conditioned to the outer roar that we no longer feel the subtle movements of God within us. The agitation becomes normal. The distraction becomes comfortable. The inner ear stiffens, and what once could be heard — the stirrings of conscience, the gentle nudges of grace, the invitations to wisdom — fades into a distant hum.
To listen for God requires more than a quiet room; it requires the cultivation of silence within.
Why Silence Alone Is Not Enough
We often imagine that silence is the solution. We seek a quiet retreat, a calm morning, a few minutes of stillness before the day begins. These are good and necessary. But Benedict points us further: silence is not an end in itself.
Silence can be empty. Silence can be merely the absence of noise rather than the fullness of presence. Silence, if unguided, can even lead us deeper into our own anxieties.
So Benedict does something profoundly pastoral: he shapes the night.
He instructs that the day should end not with the ferocity of Scripture’s battles nor with the clang of human struggle, but with the gentle Word of God — passages chosen intentionally to soothe rather than provoke. He wants the heart to be laid down in peace, not agitation.
For Benedict, silence must be inhabited. It must be filled with the softening presence of God. Only then does it become the kind of silence in which the soul can rest and hear.
The Night as Teacher
Most spiritual traditions underestimate the night. Benedict does not. He knows that what we absorb before sleep lingers long after consciousness drifts away. A soul unsettled at bedtime wakes in fragments.
Benedict offers a simple discipline: end the day in the presence of the gentle Word. Do not feed the mind on stories of violence or contention. Allow Scripture to become balm. Let the night itself become a monastery of quietness. In this way, silence becomes not merely absence, but nourishment.
Learning to Listen for God
I grant God access to the inner room of my life,I loosen the walls that noise has built,I place myself in the condition where grace can be heard.
This listening grows slowly. It begins with moments, then becomes a posture, and finally a disposition of the heart.
we choose to pause instead of react,
we choose gentleness instead of agitation,we end the day with something holy upon our lips,we allow the night to teach what the day has obscured,
Ultimately, Benedictine silence is not something we achieve; it is something God offers. It is a healing, a softening, a gentle clearing of the inner space where grace prefers to dwell.
When we listen in silence, we hear not only God but also ourselves — our wounds, our longings, our hopes, our fears — held in a Presence that neither condemns nor abandons us. The silence becomes communion.
And then something unexpected occurs:
unwilled change begins, andgrace reshapes the soul. Peace returns. The heart loosens.The truths of life rise quietly to the surface.
we discover that God has been listening to us all along.
Tuesday, 18 November 2025
Face Reality...
Sister Joan shared with us today a short wisdom from Anthony de Mello, "Change that is real is change that is not willed. Face reality and unwilled change will happen."
I invite you to reread Sr. Joan's commentary on the rule for November 18th. It contains a great many seemingly simple but extraordinarily important thoughts into who we are and how we might go about becoming who we want to be.
Growth is not an accident. Growth is a process. We have to want to grow. We have to will to move away the stones that entomb us in ourselves. We have to work at uprooting the weeds that are smothering good growth in ourselves.
Sunday, 16 November 2025
The call to exude...
- stay with the text long enough until the text stays with you,
- keep company with Scripture until Scripture keeps company with your soul.
that your very life gives off its fragrance.
Saturday, 15 November 2025
Life lessons....
Friday, 14 November 2025
To make it possible....
The purpose of maintaining the body in good health is to make it possible for you to acquire wisdom.
Every day we have gives us another chance to become the real persons we are meant to be.
Thursday, 13 November 2025
We are called....
Prayer is not for its own sake and the world of manual labor is not a lesser world than chapel.
Tuesday, 11 November 2025
Distribute as each had need....
Sunday, 9 November 2025
Benedictine Spirituality
that answers the emptiness in each of us.
Wednesday, 5 November 2025
Saturday, 1 November 2025
The Back Story
As we grow older, the more we realize there are frequently back stories worth hearing. worth remembering. The story of Robert Frost is a beautiful and poignant example.
The man who wrote about peaceful snowy woods buried four of his children. Robert Frost is the poet America fell in love with—the grandfather of American verse, the voice of quiet reflection, the man who wrote about roads diverging in yellow woods. We imagined him serene. Wise. At peace with nature. We were completely wrong.
Robert Frost didn't find peace in those woods. He was searching for it—desperately—through a life that tried to break him at every turn. His father drank and died when Robert was eleven, leaving the family penniless. His mother turned to séances, trying to speak to the dead. Young Robert grew up anxious, brilliant, and haunted—reading by candlelight, questioning everything, trusting nothing. By twenty, he'd already lost his first child—baby Elliott, just three years old. That was only the beginning.
Frost tried to be anything but a poet. He worked farms, taught school, edited newspapers—failing at all of it. By 38, he was broke, frustrated, and drowning. In a last desperate gamble, he sold the family farm and moved his wife Elinor and their children to England.
In a small rented cottage outside London, something cracked open. He wrote. And wrote. And wrote. "The Road Not Taken." "Mending Wall." "After Apple-Picking." The poems that would make him immortal poured out—not from contentment, but from survival. They sounded pastoral. Gentle. But beneath the surface? Razor wire. Loneliness. The brutal weight of choice. The knowledge that every path taken means another abandoned forever.
"A poem begins in delight and ends in wisdom," Frost once said. His began in grief and ended in endurance. The tragedies kept coming. Daughter Marjorie died from complications after childbirth. Son Carol, depressed and struggling, took his own life. Daughter Irma descended into mental illness. His beloved wife Elinor, worn down by loss after loss, grew distant and died too soon.
Frost carried it all. Every funeral. Every unanswered question. Every moment of wondering if he could have saved them. And he transformed that unbearable weight into art. That's why his woods feel so real. They weren't decoration. They were sanctuary. A place to think when thinking hurt. A place to walk when standing still meant drowning. He didn't write about nature's beauty—he wrote about what you do when beauty isn't enough to save you. How you keep walking. How you mend walls even when you don't believe in them. How you stop by woods on a snowy evening and choose—despite everything—to keep going. "But I have promises to keep, and miles to go before I sleep." That wasn't poetry. That was survival.
January 20, 1961. Robert Frost stood on a platform at John F. Kennedy's inauguration. He was 86 years old. Frail. Nearly blind from the cold wind and brutal sun glare. He'd written a special poem for the moment—"Dedication"—but when he tried to read it, the light was too bright. The paper shook in his trembling hands. He couldn't see a single word. For a moment, it looked like failure. Embarrassment on the national stage.
But then Robert Frost—the man who'd survived when survival seemed impossible—lifted his head and recited from memory. Not the new poem. The one he knew by heart. "The Gift Outright." His voice rang out strong, clear, defiant. And in that moment, the poet who spent his life walking through grief stood tall—not despite his scars, but because of them.
Robert Frost wasn't the gentle grandfather of American poetry. He was a warrior who turned wounds into words. He didn't write to escape suffering—he wrote to walk straight through it, and invite us to follow. His roads diverged not in peaceful forests, but in the valley of the shadow of death. And he chose—again and again—to keep walking. Not because it was easy. But because stopping wasn't an option. And maybe that's the real gift he left us: Not the promise that life will be beautiful—but the proof that even when it's unbearable, we can still create something worth leaving behind.
From the Old Photo Club
Thursday, 30 October 2025
Spirit of Truth
Spirit of Wisdom, Truth, and Peace,
Guide us through this difficult time, and help us to resist the temptation to dream nostalgically of the old normal we have lost.
Instead, help us lean forward toward a new normal, a wiser and better way of life that is more in harmony with your love for all people and for all creation.
Help us better understand and value our interconnectedness on this beautiful, fragile planet.
Empower all who serve the common good, encourage all who suffer, and expose all who mislead, whether through ignorance, greed, fear, or malice.
Give birth to a new generation of moral leaders around the world, moral leaders who are guided by a just vision for the future rather than limited habits of the past … in our families and faith communities, in our cities and states and nations, and around this interconnected world, for the good of all.
Amen
-Brian McLaren
Sunday, 26 October 2025
We become what we seek
The scrutiny of scripture must be brought to every part of our lives because we believe beyond the least doubt the God we seek, is there seeking us.
She concludes today's meditation with a beautiful metaphor on the smelters fire. I invite you to read it slowly, meditatively, in its entirety.
Prayer, and the spirit of these chapters, if we sing praise wisely or well, or truly, becomes a furnace, in which each act of our lives is submitted to the heat and purifying process of the smelter's fire, so that our minds and our hearts, our ideas, and our lives, come to be in sync, so that we are what we say we are, that the prayers that pass our lips change our lives, so that God's presence becomes palpable to us. Prayer brings us to burn off the dross of what clings to our souls like mildew and sets us free for deeper, richer, true lives in which we become what we seek.

