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March 26, 2017
LAETARE

Lætare Jerusalem! Laetare et conventum facite omnes: gaudete cum lætitia.
“Rejoice! Rejoice with joy! Exult!” We are exactly half-way through Lent and the Church orders us at the very start of Mass to rejoice. This is not a request. You are commanded to rejoice. If you don’t feel it, then fake it. Because few things give more scandal than a churlish, ill-tempered Christian. We have twenty more days of Lent, and maybe in the midst of all the fasting and abstinence and penance we find ourselves inclined to indulge in a bit of melancholy—even sorrow. That’s good. But the end-goal is joy, and today we are ordered to put all that aside for a moment and celebrate. This is why I am wearing rose vestments (not pink, by the way—rose).
Truly, at any given moment any one of us can find at least a thousand excellent reasons to be miserable. Our lives never turn out exactly the way we’d hoped. But if we stick to the facts—if we resist the temptation to lust after fantasies, if we resist the temptation to eye with longing some world, some work, some wife other than the one we actually live with—we will see that happiness is an act of the will. It’s a choice. In the monastery, we have an expression: we say, “He has been looking over the wall.” An unhappy monk will always be casting furtive glances out of the cloister and into other men’s lives, imagining that they dwell in halos of unremitting bliss.
Abbot Luke liked to tell a story about a sermon he gave on the glories of the married life. He was interrupted halfway through by an elderly woman in the front row who said to her neighbor in a stage whisper: “I wish I knew as little about marriage as he does.” I have my own similar story: shortly after my ordination, I was approached in a gas station parking lot by an elderly man who stepped out of a black BMW and handed me $100. I was in my habit. He said to me, “You know, I thought about being a priest, but decided that I couldn’t handle the celibacy. Then I got married and found out I could.” No matter where we find ourselves, it seems that we have this tendency to glamorize someone else's life.
But hidden in today’s gospel is the antidote to that temptation. Our reading from Saint John focuses on one of the bible’s more unlikely heroes: a man born blind—unlikely not because he was blind but because in the course of the story, he shows himself to be lazy, obstinate, disobedient, disrespectful, and irreverent. Interrogated by the authorities concerning his miraculous cure, he answers, “You’re not listening to me, or is it that you people want to be his disciples?” He’s a real smart Alec, and I am convinced that he is a teenager. (After twenty years in the classroom, I consider myself an authority on laziness, obstinacy, disobedience, disrespect, and irreverence. Plus…why else would they go to his parents? And why else would they need to point out that he was old enough to speak for himself)
At any rate, Jesus appears to be the only person in the story who isn’t annoyed by him. But this kid has one redeeming quality—redeeming in the theological sense of the word. He may be disrespectful and obstinate, but he sticks to the facts.
“How did you get your site back?” they ask him.
“I dunno. He stuck in mud in my eyes and now I see.”
“But that man is a sinner.”
“Maybe so. I dunno. I was blind and now I can see.”
“But we have no idea where this guy is from.”
“Who cares? I was blind and now I can see! How many times do I have to tell you?”
Notice that he makes no profession of faith. And only after relentless interrogation does he finally acknowledge that this man Jesus (whoever he is) must be from God. He doesn’t even thank Jesus afterward. Jesus has to find him.
"Do you believe in the Son of Man?" says Jesus.
"Who’s that?”
Jesus says, "You’re talking to him."
Now I can imagine an alternative ending to this story where the teenager says, “Oh. Right. Thanks a lot for everything. But you know, maybe it wasn’t you who actually healed me. Maybe that was just a coincidence. Maybe my blindness was all psychological to begin with. Maybe there was something in that mud. Maybe I’d better go think about this for a while before I make any rash decisions.”
But remember: this kid is a pragmatist. For better or for worse, he sticks to the facts.
Saint John tells us that all he said was, "I do believe, Lord," and he worshiped him.
I once asked Abbot Patrick Barry if there was any way for me to know if God was really calling me to be a monk.
“Well,” he said, “you’re not somewhere else.”
We’re all here and we’re not somewhere else. This is cause enough for rejoicing.
Lætare! Laetare et conventum facite omnes: gaudete cum lætitia.
Published on March 26, 2017 12:35
February 15, 2017
CHAPTER 72: The Good Zeal of the Monk
(A SHORT SERMON TO THE PRIORY SCHOOL STUDENT BODY)
There is a good zeal which separates from vice and leads to God and everlasting life. The monks, therefore, should practice this good zeal with the most fervent love; each should ignore what is best for himself, and instead do what he thinks will most help the others. In fact, the monks should compete with one another in showing respect.
Yesterday afternoon, I was approached by one of the maintenance staff. She told me that one of you came up to her yesterday while she was working in the senior lounge. And you bought her a soda. And you thanked her for making the place look so nice. That is what Saint Benedict means by good zeal. That is what it looks like when one of you ignores what is best for himself and instead, does what he thinks will most help someone else.
I can’t remember ever being more proud of this community.
There is a good zeal which separates from vice and leads to God and everlasting life. The monks, therefore, should practice this good zeal with the most fervent love; each should ignore what is best for himself, and instead do what he thinks will most help the others. In fact, the monks should compete with one another in showing respect.
Yesterday afternoon, I was approached by one of the maintenance staff. She told me that one of you came up to her yesterday while she was working in the senior lounge. And you bought her a soda. And you thanked her for making the place look so nice. That is what Saint Benedict means by good zeal. That is what it looks like when one of you ignores what is best for himself and instead, does what he thinks will most help someone else.
I can’t remember ever being more proud of this community.

Published on February 15, 2017 05:57
October 28, 2016
THE FEAST OF SAINTS SIMON AND JUDE
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but when Jesus showed up, he turned their whole system of honor on its head.<span> </span>Jesus said that the poor would rule the kingdom of God and the humble would inherit the earth.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">Today, we celebrate the Feast of the Apostles Simon and Jude—two men who owned nothing and about whom we know very little.<span> </span>Saint Jude was confused with Judas so often that he eventually became the patron of lost causes. What’s more, the gospel writers themselves couldn’t seem to keep his name straight: John calls him “Judas – but not the Iscariot!” Luke calls him “Jude the brother of James,” and Matthew calls him “Thaddeus.” Nothing is said about him in any of the gospels except that he asked one question, and not a very good one.<span> </span>He says, “Lord, what’s this?” (Jn 14:22). And that’s it. There’s a New Testament letter that bears his name, but most scholars agree that someone else probably wrote it for him.<span> </span>And we know even less about Simon.<span> </span>Mostly, he goes by “not Simon Peter”. Luke calls him “Simon the Zealot,” Matthew and Mark call him “Simon the Canaanite.” And that’s pretty much it for Simon.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">A Feast like this would have baffled Achilles.<span> </span>Simon and Jude died without <i>time´</i> or <i>kleos</i>.<span> </span>No honor or glory here—not by Ancient Greek standards.<span> </span>And come to think of it, Simon and Jude come up rather short by modern standards as well…even by our standards here at this school. You compete for honor and glory with other schools and in athletic events; you compete among yourselves.<span> </span>Priory is, as they say, a “highly competitive school.”<span> </span>Many of you hope to attend “highly competitive universities.”<span> </span>And that’s a good thing.<span> </span>I mean, no one enters a competition hoping to lose, right?</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div class="MsoNormal" style="text-indent: 0.5in;"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;">I remember, though, when I was on the swim team in high school, there was a poster in the locker room that read: “No one remembers who came in second.”<span> </span>And that, in retrospect, strikes me as rather the wrong attitude as well.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span> </span>So what is the right attitude?<span> </span>Well, Saint Paul says, “Do you not know that the runners in the stadium all run in the race, but only one wins the prize?<span> </span>So run to win<a href="https://www.blogger.com/null" name="54009025">.”<span> </span>And Saint Benedict actually encourages his monks to compete with one another.<span> </span>“Let each strive to be first,” he says. <span> </span>Though, as usual, the logic of true Christianity moves in a radically new direction.<span> </span>“Let them strive to be first” says Saint Benedict, “first <i>to honor one another</i>.”<span> </span>They must compete with one another <i>in obedience</i>.<span> </span>No one, he says, should pursue what he judges advantageous to himself, but rather what benefits others.</a>”<span> </span>Imagine a race where all the runners were trying to help each other win.<span> </span>Admittedly, it wouldn’t be much of a spectator sport.<span> </span>But true honor—the honor that comes from a virtuous life—that is not a zero-sum game.<span> </span>Because the prize is infinite.<span> </span>“<span>Every athlete exercises discipline in every way,” says Saint Paul, “They do it to win a perishable crown, but we do it for an imperishable crown.<sup>”<span> </span></sup>Heaven is the finish line, and</span> there’s only first place when you get there.</span></span></div><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"> </span></span><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="font-size: large;"><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span> </span>Now, there have been great saints who were famous authors, brilliant scholars, powerful politicians, and successful businessmen.<span> </span>There have even been great saints who were great warriors. <span> </span><i>[I’m going to go off-script here for a second so I can tell you about one of my favorite saints.<span> </span>His name was Gabriel Possenti, and he was an Italian Seminarian at a time when Italy was more or less run by gangs of armed thugs.<span> </span>Anyway, one afternoon, one of these gangs came into town and started stealing stuff and burning down houses.<span> </span>Gabriel Possenti came running out of the seminary to find the thugs in the middle of the town square torchuring a young woman.<span> </span>So he ran into the middle of the group and started shouting for them to stop.<span> </span>Of course, they wouldn’t listen to him, so he wrestled a pistol away from one of them and said, “I’ll shoot the next man who touches her.”<span> </span>One of the thugs pointed out that there were only six bullets in the gun, so Saint Gabriel (who, it turned out, happened to be a sharp-shooter) turned around and shot a lizard off the wall behind him and said, “Now there’s only five bullets in the gun.<span> </span>Who’s next?”<span> </span>The brigands were so impressed, they went around to the various houses and returned what they had stolen—and helped put the fires out!<span> </span>Now that’s my kind of saint!<span> </span>That’s the kind of saint who would have impressed Achilles.]</i><span> </span>But today, we are celebrate the Feast of two anonymous saints, and they are just as important.<span> </span>Saint Therese of Lisieux put it this way: “The splendor of the rose and the whiteness of the lily do not rob the little violet of it’s scent nor the daisy of its simple charm. If every tiny flower wanted to be a rose, spring would lose its loveliness.”<span> </span>Yeah, it’s corny.<span> </span>But it’s also true.<span> </span>Some of us aren’t ever going to be rich or famous or powerful.<span> </span>But we can all be saints.<span> </span>And this feast is for us.</span></span></div><span style="font-family: "Helvetica Neue",Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"><span style="font-size: large;"> </span></span>
Published on October 28, 2016 12:23
October 19, 2016
Wednesday Reflection by Priory School Senior, Colin Limp
Chapter 2: What Sort of Man the Abbot Should Be When a man is elected abbot, he should govern his disciples by a twofold teaching; namely, he should show them all that is good and holy by his deeds more than by his words… Let him so adjust and adapt himself to each one according to his character and understanding–that he not only suffer no loss in his flock, but may rejoice in the increase of a worthy fold. And let the abbot always bear in mind that he will be held accountable by God Himself for both his own teaching and for the obedience of his disciples.

Published on October 19, 2016 12:20
August 31, 2016
Annoying Guests
If a monk from another monastery comes to visit and is satisfied with the customs he finds here, and does not trouble the monastery with excessive demands, he should be welcome to stay for as long as he likes. Furthermore, if he has advice about how things might be done differently (and he makes his complaint with humility and charity) the abbot should consider carefully whether the Lord did not perhaps send him for that very purpose.
No one likes to be told how to run his own house. Still, a fresh pair of eyes might notice something that the abbot and his community have missed. Ironically, one of the universal truths of human existence is that “birds of a feather flock together.” It’s much easier to listen to people we agree with, so we favor the company of people who think like we do. But this makes it difficult to have a balance opinion. If we were truly open to new ideas and anxious to broaden our horizons, we’d seek out people we don’t agree with, and hang out with them instead.
In the fifth century, BC, there was guy who actually lived this way. His name was Socrates. He used to spend his days walking around Athens seeking out (and questioning) people he didn’t like. He’d spend all day grilling them until he found a hole in their arguments.
Socrates was a brilliant, charismatic, honest man. But he did this all day every day, and pretty soon the Athenians had him killed. After all, no one can handle that kind of interrogation on a regular basis. It’s just too annoying. But before he died, Socrates had time to teach his method of argumentation to a few young disciples, and they passed it on to others, and eventually, it became known as “The Socratic Method.” It’s a really great way to argue, especially if you have the patience and charity to really listen.
It works like this:
Before you start arguing with someone, you let them know that you are genuinely interested in their opinion. This is harder than it sounds, especially if they’re wrong and you know it. But understand that they will be much more interested in hearing your opinion if they think you understand theirs.
Next, repeat what they have to say. Repeat their own words back to them so that they know you really are listening. This is important for you too. Maybe you have been hearing something that they didn’t intend. Maybe you’ve been reading too much into their argument.
Lastly, ask questions. Lots of questions. Anywhere that you see a contradiction or an omission, instead of pointing it out, ask a question about it. If there’s a point you’d like to make, keep asking questions until they make the point for you.
I’ll give an example. I once had an encounter with a Fundamentalist who told me I was sinning because, as a priest, I allowed people to call me “Father.” At first, this annoyed me. After all, I hadn’t asked this guy for his advice. But instead of punching him, I took a deep breath and said, “So you say that I am sinning whenever I allow someone to call me ‘Father’?”
“Yes,” he answered, “because Jesus said, ‘Call no man Father.’”
“Well, you’re right there,” I said. “That’s straight out of the Gospel of Matthew: “Call no man ‘father.’ There is but one Father in heaven” (23:9).
He nodded and smiled.
“But I’m a little confused,” I said. “What do you call…uh…the guy who impregnated your mother?”
“That’s different,” he said. “I can call him father.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because when I you have a child, you participate in God’s fatherhood.”
And just like that, he had made my point for me. We had a good laugh, shook hands, and went our separate ways. I don’t think he changed his mind, but I think I learned something about his opinion, and he came a step closer to understanding mine.
The Socratic Method is very Benedictine because it revolves around listening. It also requires a great deal of humility because, no matter how stupid, arrogant, judgmental, or wrong-headed your adversary may be, you have to be willing to let him teach you. After all, as Saint Benedict points out, it may be the case that “The Lord has sent him for this very purpose.”
No one likes to be told how to run his own house. Still, a fresh pair of eyes might notice something that the abbot and his community have missed. Ironically, one of the universal truths of human existence is that “birds of a feather flock together.” It’s much easier to listen to people we agree with, so we favor the company of people who think like we do. But this makes it difficult to have a balance opinion. If we were truly open to new ideas and anxious to broaden our horizons, we’d seek out people we don’t agree with, and hang out with them instead.
In the fifth century, BC, there was guy who actually lived this way. His name was Socrates. He used to spend his days walking around Athens seeking out (and questioning) people he didn’t like. He’d spend all day grilling them until he found a hole in their arguments.
Socrates was a brilliant, charismatic, honest man. But he did this all day every day, and pretty soon the Athenians had him killed. After all, no one can handle that kind of interrogation on a regular basis. It’s just too annoying. But before he died, Socrates had time to teach his method of argumentation to a few young disciples, and they passed it on to others, and eventually, it became known as “The Socratic Method.” It’s a really great way to argue, especially if you have the patience and charity to really listen.
It works like this:

Next, repeat what they have to say. Repeat their own words back to them so that they know you really are listening. This is important for you too. Maybe you have been hearing something that they didn’t intend. Maybe you’ve been reading too much into their argument.
Lastly, ask questions. Lots of questions. Anywhere that you see a contradiction or an omission, instead of pointing it out, ask a question about it. If there’s a point you’d like to make, keep asking questions until they make the point for you.
I’ll give an example. I once had an encounter with a Fundamentalist who told me I was sinning because, as a priest, I allowed people to call me “Father.” At first, this annoyed me. After all, I hadn’t asked this guy for his advice. But instead of punching him, I took a deep breath and said, “So you say that I am sinning whenever I allow someone to call me ‘Father’?”
“Yes,” he answered, “because Jesus said, ‘Call no man Father.’”
“Well, you’re right there,” I said. “That’s straight out of the Gospel of Matthew: “Call no man ‘father.’ There is but one Father in heaven” (23:9).
He nodded and smiled.
“But I’m a little confused,” I said. “What do you call…uh…the guy who impregnated your mother?”
“That’s different,” he said. “I can call him father.”
“Why?” I asked.
“Because when I you have a child, you participate in God’s fatherhood.”
And just like that, he had made my point for me. We had a good laugh, shook hands, and went our separate ways. I don’t think he changed his mind, but I think I learned something about his opinion, and he came a step closer to understanding mine.
The Socratic Method is very Benedictine because it revolves around listening. It also requires a great deal of humility because, no matter how stupid, arrogant, judgmental, or wrong-headed your adversary may be, you have to be willing to let him teach you. After all, as Saint Benedict points out, it may be the case that “The Lord has sent him for this very purpose.”
Published on August 31, 2016 06:51