ST JOSEPH'S ABBEY, SPENCER MA

On this very snowy morning, on this Feast of the Holy Family, our monastic "family" was absorbed in all the activities that make the community run smoothly. While one group cleared the paths and entryways of snow, others were preparing the noon meal, still others caring for the infirm, while others were praying quietly. We were reminded of these words of the early Cistercian abbot, Baldwin of Forde:   Since they have one heart and one soul and all things in common, there is concord and unanimity throughout, and they always put the general profit and the common good before their own individual convenience…The greater their love, the stronger is their bond and the more perfect is their communion: and conversely, the greater their communion, the stronger their bond and the more perfect their love.   Photographs by Brother Anthony Khan and Brother Brian.

We share recent photographs of the brothers in formation and their directors, taken by Brother Brian on the occasion of Brother John's Simple Profession. From left to right: Fr. Luke, Novicemaster; Br. John, Simply Professed; Fr. James, Junior Director; Br. Peter, Novice; Br. Stephen, Simply Professed; Br. Daniel, Submaster of Novices; Michael, Observer.

In 1941 W. H. Auden wrote “For the Time Being: A Christmas Oratorio.” The poem is a series of dramatic monologues spoken by characters in the biblical Christmas story along with choruses and a narrator. The characters all speak in modern diction, and the events of the story are portrayed as if they occurred in the contemporary world. Simeon’s meditation in the poem in part goes as follows: “And because of His visitation, we may no longer desire God as if He were lacking; our redemption is no longer a question of pursuit but of surrender to Him who is always and everywhere present. Therefore, at every moment we pray that, following Him, we may depart from our anxiety into His peace.” There really is no such thing as “as if” when it comes to what we are celebrating on this night. Emmanuel, God with us, is really and truly with us tonight, today in our lives. Christian reflection through the centuries always comes to Simeon’s conclusion- the birth of Christ, “His visitation,” chan...

In these darkest days of the year, the shortest days, “as the year grows older and the chill sets in,” let us make a place for Christ, a place where hope can grow as he did in the Virgin womb of Mary. Let us open to him all places of fear and helplessness in our hearts and in our world, dare to open that darkness to the Divine Child of Hope, who longs to be near. A tiny hand reaches out to us; God is whispering a message that we need not fear. We can be unafraid, for we are dearly loved, even liked, by a God who dares to become a little Child. Like the Virgin Mary, who allowed herself to be tenderly overshadowed by Mystery, a Mystery who loves us beyond all telling, let us step quietly, perhaps even a bit forlornly, into that place of trust in our belovedness. Overshadow us, come down O Love Divine, and invade our space with your more than imaginable "benignness" and tenderness and compassion. Fill us with yourself; for left to ourselves, we will believe ourselve...

Guests are always welcome to join us for the Christmas Liturgies. On Christmas Eve Vespers will be at 4:40 PM. Solemn Vigils begin at 12:50 AM with Mid-night Mass at 2 AM. On Christmas Day Lauds will be at 7:30 AM with an Aurora Mass immediately following. The Solemn Day Mass is at 11 AM; Christmas Vespers begin at 5:10 with Benediction to follow. The other Offices are celebrated at the usual times.   Christ the Lord is born on earth today for us. Come let us adore him.

With rain pelting the roof of the Abbey church during this morning's Advent Eucharist, we heard once again these astounding words from the Gospel of Matthew, This is how the birth of Jesus Christ came about. When his mother Mary was betrothed to Joseph, but before they lived together, she was found with child through the Holy Spirit. Joseph her husband, since he was a righteous man, yet unwilling to expose her to shame, decided to divorce her quietly. With all the preparations for Christmas even in the monastery- songs, cards and little lights- how sobering to hear this Gospel. It reminds us just how Jesus is born, how Christ comes into our lives- in ordinariness- in what seems awkward, even incongruous. It is God's delight to make this reality, our reality, his holy dwelling place.

Our hearts and prayers are with the families of Newtown, Connecticut. We grieve with them. As Father Vincent reminded us in his homily this morning the senseless tragedy is a grim and very tangible reminder of our desperate need for a Savior. We draw close to Christ Jesus, who never ever abandons us. Only his wounded and resurrected love can help us cope with such horror.   Come Lord Jesus and do not delay. Please show us how to hope.

The juniors, therefore, should honor their seniors, and the seniors love their juniors. In these words Saint Benedict reminds his monks of the beauty of mutual respect. Here we see our Subprior, Brother Robert, in a photo by Brian Brian. Brother Robert is ever-attentive in the kitchen and in church to make sure that everything moves along smoothly. He notices what needs to be done and gently encourages our engagement and attention to one another's needs.

We are touched by the tenderness of the gaze of Our Lady of Guadalupe, as we recall her words to Juan Diego, "Are you not in the cool of my shadow? In the breeziness of my shade? Is it not I that am your source of contentment? Are you not cradled in my mantle? Cuddled in the crossing of my arms?"   Turn then, most gracious Advocate, thine eyes of mercy towards us!

On Sunday, December 9 Brother John Kim pronounced his simple vows during the weekly Chapter. We continue to be edified by John's goodness and generosity in sharing his many gifts with us. Born and raised in South Korea, John came to us after a brief career as a teacher of English. We share a portfolio of photographs taken by Brother Brian.            

In her response this morning Mary surrenders to God’s desire with a serenity and, it would seem, even a kind of a quiet joy. “ Behold, I am the handmaid of the Lord. May it be done to me according to your word." I n the first reading we heard God’s very first recorded question. God says to Adam: “Where are you? Where are you, Man?” For Adam is hiding after all, naked and embarrassed at his lost innocence, hidden there in the underbrush. “Where are you?” Mary’s reply, centuries later, is the healing antidote to Adam’s fearfulness and furtiveness. She is utterly present. Mary stands right in the middle of the garden, small, delicate, defenseless but truly courageous. She comes forward, unembarrassed by her nothingness, and she says simply, “Here I am, you called me. Behold I am your handmaid. May it be done to me .” And so Mary models for us our human capacity to be God-bearers, God-collaborators, at a very visceral level- every fiber of our being, our very bodies, totally ava...

  On this Advent morning in the reading at Mass, the prophet Isaiah presents us with his vision of a real place where all of God’s promises will be fulfilled for us: On this mountain he will destroy the veil that veils all peoples, The web that is woven over all nations; he will destroy death forever. The Lord God will wipe away the tears from all faces; The reproach of his people he will remove from the whole earth; for the Lord has spoken. In the proclamation of the Gospel we see this place of fulfillment. It is Christ Jesus our Lord. Great crowds came to him, having with them the lame, the blind, the deformed, the mute, and many others. They placed them at his feet, and he cured them. The crowds were amazed when they saw the mute speaking, the deformed made whole, the lame walking, and the blind able to see, and they glorified the God of Israel.

"Be vigilant at all times," Jesus tells us on this First Sunday of Advent. Perhaps one good reason that he so urgently exhorts us to be attentive is that the mode of his approach is most often so unassuming, ordinary, unremarkable, and almost forgettable. We need to keep alert or we’ll miss out. The hour is now, God’s time is now. But we must be aware that his coming, his advent toward us is usually in silence and obscurity. Hidden first of all in the warm womb of a pregnant virgin mother, he then lives a hidden small town life as a carpenter and wandering preacher. Then in the excruciating hour of his death on the cross, all his beauty and power will be hidden, smeared and obscured by the blood and spittle and scorn of his passion. And finally even in his joyous resurrected return to his disciples; he will sneak in through locked doors to whisper, “Peace” and to ask quietly for something to eat.