<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895</id><updated>2012-02-16T21:06:15.213-05:00</updated><title type='text'>ST JOSEPH'S ABBEY, SPENCER MA</title><subtitle type='html'>We are a community of Trappist monks who live a contemplative life of prayer and work.  We hope that you enjoy the diary entries below.  They are our way of giving you a greater glimpse into the lifestyle we live.  We will update them regularly. Please also visit us at the Abbey's website by following the link below.  May God's peace and love dwell richly in your hearts.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>St. Joseph's Abbey</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07818075936441655430</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ALLnAidfbOk/STqDYID08-I/AAAAAAAAAAY/AJ371rkGLXo/S220/mylife+022.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>135</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8187363187921597126</id><published>2012-02-13T15:15:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T16:02:59.047-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jesus Heals</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FypAvdYA5ac/Tzl3q5nb4MI/AAAAAAAAAok/_EJIX50JUdY/s1600/007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 283px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708725581573251266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FypAvdYA5ac/Tzl3q5nb4MI/AAAAAAAAAok/_EJIX50JUdY/s400/007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each Sunday one of the priests in the monastic community is assigned to preside and preach at the Sunday Mass. Yesterday we heard from our Father Kizito. We share a reflection from his fine homily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The leper showed a tremendous amount of courage, choosing to break the Law by approaching Jesus. This was no small matter, for this kind of behavior was completely forbidden. It takes courage to honestly face the truth of our lives, the neat and clean, as well as the messy. It takes courage! The leper showed a tremendous amount of faith, believing that his healing could come from one place and one place only. "If you wish, you can make me clean." This healing was pure gift on the part of Jesus. "Moved with pity, Jesus stretched out his hand, touched him, and said to him, 'I do will it. Be made clean.'"&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrGh5Ne4SEo/Tzl3kPPf0UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rk7ABG3FbH4/s1600/008.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708725467119341890" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PrGh5Ne4SEo/Tzl3kPPf0UI/AAAAAAAAAoY/rk7ABG3FbH4/s400/008.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I68g9Hbd6E/Tzl3G3RYa6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/FpD2ooMcg9c/s1600/kizito.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5708724962468588450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_I68g9Hbd6E/Tzl3G3RYa6I/AAAAAAAAAn0/FpD2ooMcg9c/s200/kizito.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8187363187921597126?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8187363187921597126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8187363187921597126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/jesus-heals.html' title='Jesus Heals'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FypAvdYA5ac/Tzl3q5nb4MI/AAAAAAAAAok/_EJIX50JUdY/s72-c/007.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8566490445526167742</id><published>2012-02-11T04:51:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-11T09:53:03.797-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady of Lourdes</title><content type='html'>Mary is gateway to all the compassion that Jesus longs to be for us. Through her intercession we pray for all the sick, for all who are in need. We are assured of her attentiveness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvB_rD3fAaQ/TzZ95jaAQoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/11Aw3WKmTGQ/s1600/summer%2B182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: left; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 347px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5707888005449007746" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvB_rD3fAaQ/TzZ95jaAQoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/11Aw3WKmTGQ/s400/summer%2B182.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gate of Heaven,&lt;br /&gt;pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Morning star,&lt;br /&gt;pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Health of the sick,&lt;br /&gt;pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Refuge of sinners,&lt;br /&gt;pray for us.&lt;br /&gt;Comforter of the afflicted,&lt;br /&gt;pray for us.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8566490445526167742?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8566490445526167742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8566490445526167742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/our-lady-of-lourdes.html' title='Our Lady of Lourdes'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nvB_rD3fAaQ/TzZ95jaAQoI/AAAAAAAAAnc/11Aw3WKmTGQ/s72-c/summer%2B182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6562948625650202732</id><published>2012-02-08T16:41:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-08T17:02:55.367-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bakhita</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdx8HYVSKxs/TzLsPQrztQI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mjWxBbbb3EI/s1600/jb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 191px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 263px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706883424752743682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdx8HYVSKxs/TzLsPQrztQI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mjWxBbbb3EI/s400/jb.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We marvel at the story of Saint Josephine Bakhita, whose feast we celebrate today. Stolen from her family and sold into slavery when she was only about nine years old, Bakhita’s childhood was filled with cruelty and suffering. Her young body cruelly tattooed, whip marks on her thighs, a leg forever damaged by brutal kicking, so much so that she limped for years thereafter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Children are great survivors. But surely this was a little girl who suffered far too much. Hounded by pain and death from her girlhood, Bakhita learned early on how to live and to be as if death did not have the last word. So finally years later when she hears about Jesus, she is magnetized and seeks baptism with a tenacity and conviction that astound us. And when she gazes at the cross she is transfixed. The cross is key to her self-understanding, her true self-identity, her freedom, her hope. Jesus, an innocent victim like her, gives her life, her survival meaning at last. She is drawn into his reality, his death-defying death. And so she calls Jesus her &lt;em&gt;Padrone&lt;/em&gt; –literally her “Big Daddy,” her Master; at last a Master she can serve with joy and freedom, one who will never, ever hurt or do any violence to her. Light as a feather on the breath of God, Bakhita is lifted up into him and becomes most truly herself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surely we dare not compare ourselves with Bakhita. But we all have scars of our own, so many stories brief or lengthy of infirmities of mind or heart or body or soul; illnesses and tendencies inherited; so many things we cannot change, past hurts and abuses endured. In his wounded body Jesus has drawn all of our stories into his story; and it is no longer a dead-ended tale, but a story of life and hope. We do not need to avoid our death, our dyings, for now we can find him there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6562948625650202732?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6562948625650202732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6562948625650202732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/bakhita.html' title='Bakhita'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Mdx8HYVSKxs/TzLsPQrztQI/AAAAAAAAAm4/mjWxBbbb3EI/s72-c/jb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1989555543986703193</id><published>2012-02-07T11:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-07T11:41:46.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Transformation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdySXucT2OU/TzFTtUq8PjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OWGM_uT803k/s1600/102.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 274px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5706434240963165746" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdySXucT2OU/TzFTtUq8PjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OWGM_uT803k/s400/102.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To the visitor or newcomer a day in the monastery may appear to have a seamless, uncluttered beauty and perfect orderliness. The monastery is beautiful and our day has a rhythm and formality. As monks we know that as we seek to be faithful in work, in prayer and in fraternal relationship, we very often arrive at a place of vulnerability born of a somewhat bitter self-knowledge. We learn that the monastic life is not about our achievement but about our readiness to make our weakness available to the mercy of God. Perhaps this is our most important work- to realize that we are in desperate need of this mercy. At best we become accustomed to letting things fall apart, noticing the fragmentation that is inevitable, unavoidable and ready to welcome it as opportunity. In the end the harmony and integrity that we seek as monks can be ours because God desires to transform all that is fractured and broken in us into something whole and beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1989555543986703193?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1989555543986703193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1989555543986703193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/transformation.html' title='Transformation'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vdySXucT2OU/TzFTtUq8PjI/AAAAAAAAAmg/OWGM_uT803k/s72-c/102.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3431806037590312769</id><published>2012-02-04T07:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-04T07:36:00.614-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Counsel</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5QruE8ae74/Tyv2ABcIJEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MEd5hhChYDk/s1600/Br.%2BAnth%2527s%2Bpics%2B284.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 301px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704923833241707586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5QruE8ae74/Tyv2ABcIJEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MEd5hhChYDk/s400/Br.%2BAnth%2527s%2Bpics%2B284.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ordinary Saturdays in our liturgical calendar are always dedicated to Our Lady. And so today Vigils, Lauds and Mass were sung in her honor. She is always with us. And there are numerous images of her all around our Abbey. Here is a charming bas relief from the seventeenth century carved on the back of a giant armchair in our sacristy. Mary is shown as Mother of Good Counsel with the Christ Child's arms twining about her shoulders. Somewhat crudely carved, the image is suffused with great tenderness despite its rather naive execution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3431806037590312769?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3431806037590312769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3431806037590312769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/good-counsel.html' title='Good Counsel'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Q5QruE8ae74/Tyv2ABcIJEI/AAAAAAAAAmI/MEd5hhChYDk/s72-c/Br.%2BAnth%2527s%2Bpics%2B284.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3330011817451481291</id><published>2012-02-02T06:31:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T06:31:00.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Infant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoyvAYt6jE/TymiF6O0UjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/iBAYy9gUSiE/s1600/iris%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5704268625455895090" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoyvAYt6jE/TymiF6O0UjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/iBAYy9gUSiE/s400/iris%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we celebrate the Presentation of the Lord in the Temple, the last scene in the Church's cycle of Christmas feasts. And so once more we have the opportunity to reflect on the mystery of the Incarnation, God the Word becoming infant, from the Latin &lt;em&gt;infans &lt;/em&gt;meaning "not able to speak." Indeed the Word became speechless out of love for us. Once more we rejoice and wonder at God in Christ as newborn. Friends recently sent us this lovely photograph of their new baby which helped stir our imagination.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3330011817451481291?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3330011817451481291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3330011817451481291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/02/holy-infant.html' title='Holy Infant'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qvoyvAYt6jE/TymiF6O0UjI/AAAAAAAAAlw/iBAYy9gUSiE/s72-c/iris%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1454521392894140703</id><published>2012-01-30T14:54:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T15:24:12.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Word</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHJtYc_sJqw/Tyb4qxYoSMI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZcrlgagzABc/s1600/079.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703519391806146754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHJtYc_sJqw/Tyb4qxYoSMI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZcrlgagzABc/s400/079.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cultivating mindfulness of God throughout the day is the goal of each monk. Here we see Brother Jonah pondering the Word in the Abbey cloisters and scriptorium. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChTzQskEoEI/Tyb4jFl3heI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hQkySwi6yXw/s1600/011.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703519259791427042" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ChTzQskEoEI/Tyb4jFl3heI/AAAAAAAAAlM/hQkySwi6yXw/s400/011.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our &lt;em&gt;Constutions&lt;/em&gt; tell us: &lt;em&gt;Careful lectio divina greatly strengthens the brothers' faith in God. This excellent monastic practice, by which God's Word is heard and pondered, is a source of prayer and a school of contemplation, where the monk speaks heart to heart with God. For this reason, the brothers are to devote a fitting amount of time each day to such reading.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIO9lbsSq6U/Tyb4CaBEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/V1-jR4HT-Lg/s1600/033.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5703518698338543602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IIO9lbsSq6U/Tyb4CaBEZ_I/AAAAAAAAAlA/V1-jR4HT-Lg/s400/033.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a spirit of compunction and intense desire, monks devote themselves frequently to prayer. While dwelling on earth, their minds are occupied with heavenly things, desiring eternal life with all spiritual longing&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1454521392894140703?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1454521392894140703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1454521392894140703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-word.html' title='With the Word'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-yHJtYc_sJqw/Tyb4qxYoSMI/AAAAAAAAAlY/ZcrlgagzABc/s72-c/079.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1457678460607233841</id><published>2012-01-27T15:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T16:18:47.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Feast of the Founders</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_Kd-nJxFUo/TyMJwpUmt1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/hctDPWIeM4w/s1600/IMG_1088.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702412284511827794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_Kd-nJxFUo/TyMJwpUmt1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/hctDPWIeM4w/s400/IMG_1088.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The rhythm of our life follows the liturgical calendar. Yesterday we celebrated the Solemnity of the Founders of our Order, Saints Robert, Alberic and Stephen of Molesme. Our liturgies were a bit longer with special hymns and antiphons. Even our diet changes when a solemnity is celebrated. And so there were special foods in the refectory- a fish dinner and a somewhat elaborate dessert. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Upon your walls, Jerusalem, I have set my watchmen to guard you. By day or night they will not cease to proclaim the name of the Lord. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Ring out your joy, fruitful Citeaux! Those who planted you and made you strong are rejoicing now in heaven. Alleluia.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Holy patrons, friends of God, fathers of our Order, unfailing their protection for those who rely on them.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0e7FRz7XOFw/TyMJmiNAVoI/AAAAAAAAAko/9WYVFBEYh6o/s1600/IMG_1268.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5702412110802212482" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-0e7FRz7XOFw/TyMJmiNAVoI/AAAAAAAAAko/9WYVFBEYh6o/s400/IMG_1268.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;D&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;etails of Abbey glass with the Window of Our Lady Queen of Citeaux in the Abbey's barn chapel at top. Antiphons from Vespers of the Solemnity.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1457678460607233841?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1457678460607233841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1457678460607233841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/feast-of-founders.html' title='Feast of the Founders'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-0_Kd-nJxFUo/TyMJwpUmt1I/AAAAAAAAAk0/hctDPWIeM4w/s72-c/IMG_1088.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4997404839988765010</id><published>2012-01-24T14:41:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:51:51.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBEXrKiNfPI/Tx8Jl1S2I2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/H5pYdLTY7tI/s1600/094.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701286198840271714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBEXrKiNfPI/Tx8Jl1S2I2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/H5pYdLTY7tI/s400/094.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;O God, you are my God, for you I long. For you my soul is thirsting; my body pines for you like a dry weary land without water. So I gaze on you in the sanctuary to see your strength and your glory. For your love is better than life; my lips will speak your praise.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In these words from Psalm 63 we hear the monk's longing for the Lord, who first longs to give himself. As the monk gazes on the Lord, the Lord gazes back. An essential part of the monk's work is realizing that God always makes the first move, that God loved us first, that our prayer, all that we do, is simply response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;True prayer is somehow about mutuality, we are not throwing out words into the unknown. For Christ Jesus always makes the first move; he wants to reveal himself, engage us. Grace precedes us, opens the way. We realize above all that if we desire union with Christ, he wants it more than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4997404839988765010?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4997404839988765010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4997404839988765010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/gazing.html' title='Gazing'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kBEXrKiNfPI/Tx8Jl1S2I2I/AAAAAAAAAkc/H5pYdLTY7tI/s72-c/094.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7476175629195583349</id><published>2012-01-19T10:22:00.014-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-19T15:47:37.769-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5feDB_p3K8/Txg1deZG95I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dArU_V8SHQM/s1600/DSC09062.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699364108928219026" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5feDB_p3K8/Txg1deZG95I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dArU_V8SHQM/s400/DSC09062.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The novices clear doorways and pathways in the early morning when a snow storm hits. Here Brothers John and Joseph pause during their chores.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A brother helped is like a strong city. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Proverbs 18&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuefJ1hO_Wc/Txg1WGfUhbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/J-0-wjUI2cc/s1600/DSC09972.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5699363982252737970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-IuefJ1hO_Wc/Txg1WGfUhbI/AAAAAAAAAkE/J-0-wjUI2cc/s400/DSC09972.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7476175629195583349?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7476175629195583349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7476175629195583349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/brothers.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-P5feDB_p3K8/Txg1deZG95I/AAAAAAAAAkQ/dArU_V8SHQM/s72-c/DSC09062.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1380246047428725139</id><published>2012-01-16T11:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T11:54:04.697-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Quiet snows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSv6F-EB130/TxRU5vKGTnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UdcSy0zK_Io/s1600/church%2Bwinter%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698272779418619506" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSv6F-EB130/TxRU5vKGTnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UdcSy0zK_Io/s400/church%2Bwinter%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;We marvel at how winter snow quiets &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and simplifies our landscape. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0hLBirfFw/TxRUuz5r8iI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p9qXdoKQLQY/s1600/church-snow%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5698272591713399330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SW0hLBirfFw/TxRUuz5r8iI/AAAAAAAAAjs/p9qXdoKQLQY/s400/church-snow%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1380246047428725139?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1380246047428725139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1380246047428725139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/quiet-snows.html' title='Quiet snows'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lSv6F-EB130/TxRU5vKGTnI/AAAAAAAAAj4/UdcSy0zK_Io/s72-c/church%2Bwinter%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7242441454563449591</id><published>2012-01-13T07:58:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-13T16:49:45.085-05:00</updated><title type='text'>With Saint Hilary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmnt88iGbPQ/TxAqoFKhmEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7mX_JXQia-U/s1600/abbey%2Bmanning%2Bhill%2Bwinter%2Bmist%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5697100396693133378" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmnt88iGbPQ/TxAqoFKhmEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7mX_JXQia-U/s400/abbey%2Bmanning%2Bhill%2Bwinter%2Bmist%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; On this snowy winter morning gathered for the Eucharist in the Abbey church, we prayed:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;May he make of us an eternal offering to you, so that we may obtain an inheritance with your elect, especially with the most Blessed Virgin Mary, Mother of God, with your blessed Apostles and glorious Martyrs, with Saint Hilary of Poitiers and with all the Saints, on whose constant intercession in your presence we rely for unfailing help. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Saints, our forebears in faithfulness and love, are our companions on the way to the Kingdom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Text from Eucharistic Prayer III. Photograph br Brother Casimir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7242441454563449591?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7242441454563449591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7242441454563449591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/with-saint-hilary.html' title='With Saint Hilary'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Hmnt88iGbPQ/TxAqoFKhmEI/AAAAAAAAAjg/7mX_JXQia-U/s72-c/abbey%2Bmanning%2Bhill%2Bwinter%2Bmist%2B1-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5292691848694318777</id><published>2012-01-09T07:29:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:31:48.225-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beloved</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 248px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5695283912015860114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_secxwyMKf0/Twm2iwaz0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xUe9dwgAEMA/s400/DT243402.jpg" /&gt;We can almost sense John’s resistance as suddenly he looks up and notices that his cousin Jesus is next in line for his baptism of repentance. In fact Scripture scholars tell us that this episode in the life of Jesus is among the most certain of all historical facts in the Gospel tradition. For in the light of their Resurrection faith, early Christians were most certainly very embarrassed by this memory of the One whom they believed was Messiah and Lord.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why would he have offered himself for a cleansing baptism of repentance and conversion of heart? What on earth did Jesus have to be converted from or toward? Why would he choose to do this? The question nags even now. Was it a pious example of humility done for our sake? This does not sound right. Or was it simply that he who is Love could do no less? Perhaps only the logic of love can explain this action of Jesus or any other one of his for that matter. Love defers, love lowers itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus wants to be there in the water with us. Love demands it. For he himself is the messenger of the covenant, the binding up between God and all humanity. For God "made him who knew no sin to be sin on our behalf, so that we might become the righteousness of God in him." God is with us, in all that embarrasses and burdens us, in our regrets and our failures. Only the passion of his love can explain his desire for baptism, his desire to take our flesh. He has come to “share unreservedly” in our distress now in the water, and very soon on the cross. Love in the person of Christ has irreversibly plunged into the dark water that symbolizes our humanity- all that is wobbly, fluid and unpredictable. Jesus has immersed himself in all of it, descended into the soggy reality of it all, so that he can bring us home to the Father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The heavens are opened, the new reality of communion between heaven and earth is proclaimed. The Father’s voice and the Spirit’s hovering declare who Jesus is, the Beloved Son who always does what the Father wants. The &lt;em&gt;belovedness&lt;/em&gt; of Jesus is our baptismal inheritance; we too are beloved in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Plaque with the Baptism of Jesus&lt;/em&gt;, ca. 1150–75, South Netherlandish, Champlevé enamel, copper alloy, gilt, 4 x 4 x 1/8”, The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Used with permission.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5292691848694318777?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5292691848694318777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5292691848694318777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/beloved.html' title='Beloved'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_secxwyMKf0/Twm2iwaz0ZI/AAAAAAAAAjU/xUe9dwgAEMA/s72-c/DT243402.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-506624852573026865</id><published>2012-01-07T18:08:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-09T15:35:54.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Epiphany</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8_ji3es0ps/TwhSB4b2wZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KyBvSZhk4O4/s1600/imagesCALLZTSS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5694891921092559250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8_ji3es0ps/TwhSB4b2wZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KyBvSZhk4O4/s400/imagesCALLZTSS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;"We have seen his star and have come with gifts to adore him." Magi, wise visitors from the East, come to pay their homage to the Infant Christ. In this ancient mosaic they are of three different ages, and they advance with great intention, holding with arms extended their fantastically-shaped gifts. These Magi represent all that is opulent, foreign, extraordinary, even esoteric and exotic. They wear Phrygian caps, colorful leggings, gold and jewel-encrusted tunics and capes. They are all the nations and ages of humanity with their wisdom and accomplishments acknowledging the preeminence of Christ Jesus, he who is all beauty, all wisdom, all truth. Come let us adore him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;The Three Kings&lt;/em&gt; mosaic, Byzantine School, 6th century, Sant'Apollinare Nuovo, Ravenna, Italy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-506624852573026865?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/506624852573026865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/506624852573026865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/epiphany.html' title='Epiphany'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-y8_ji3es0ps/TwhSB4b2wZI/AAAAAAAAAjI/KyBvSZhk4O4/s72-c/imagesCALLZTSS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2115606380261037059</id><published>2012-01-04T09:34:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2012-01-04T09:46:24.855-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Perseverance</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWNEG6r6KZA/TwRjvNg1KFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ed66jcoiD1c/s1600/2012014246.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5693785491635513426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWNEG6r6KZA/TwRjvNg1KFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ed66jcoiD1c/s400/2012014246.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are told that Mother Seton suffered periods of great depression and emptiness but always held fast to Christ in quiet faith. When we begin our monastic journey, the older brothers will often encourage us to &lt;em&gt;persevere&lt;/em&gt;, to continue steadfastly, even when the way seems dark and confused. Like Jesus our Lord, like Saint Elizabeth Ann Seton, we want to move forward in faith, trusting that Jesus understands us and accompanies us and even sometimes carries us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2115606380261037059?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2115606380261037059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2115606380261037059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2012/01/perseverance.html' title='Perseverance'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-WWNEG6r6KZA/TwRjvNg1KFI/AAAAAAAAAi8/Ed66jcoiD1c/s72-c/2012014246.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4652051312889906496</id><published>2011-12-30T14:01:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-30T14:56:49.795-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Brother's Passing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnD8MPxitg4/Tv4LIjXqVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qGjqHNreAXk/s1600/27.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691999220604228754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnD8MPxitg4/Tv4LIjXqVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qGjqHNreAXk/s400/27.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Last week in the midst of our preparations for the great Solemnity of the Lord's Nativity, we paused to celebrate the funeral of our Brother Leo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxynr5fktkM/Tv4LDkrfkII/AAAAAAAAAik/hSPj9Igifzo/s1600/33.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691999135056498818" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Sxynr5fktkM/Tv4LDkrfkII/AAAAAAAAAik/hSPj9Igifzo/s400/33.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The procession through the Abbey cemetery.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF6bsSpxLwE/Tv4K-dDRVxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E5mpdjkJQCc/s1600/34.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691999047109400338" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-YF6bsSpxLwE/Tv4K-dDRVxI/AAAAAAAAAiY/E5mpdjkJQCc/s400/34.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1ULtv1rkos/Tv4K553XGmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/II0FCJodDD8/s1600/36.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691998968944728674" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-N1ULtv1rkos/Tv4K553XGmI/AAAAAAAAAiM/II0FCJodDD8/s400/36.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg4OkLCoozg/Tv4K1GvQFSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/9KH23DmXi2o/s1600/44.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 353px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691998886501029154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dg4OkLCoozg/Tv4K1GvQFSI/AAAAAAAAAiA/9KH23DmXi2o/s400/44.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Amadeus assisted by Brother Francis prepares the body of our deceased Brother for internment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnCPxNBBejM/Tv4Ku3d7ujI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Zv-BJ9jdTnE/s1600/47.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 255px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5691998779322645042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fnCPxNBBejM/Tv4Ku3d7ujI/AAAAAAAAAh0/Zv-BJ9jdTnE/s400/47.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4652051312889906496?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4652051312889906496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4652051312889906496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/brothers-passing.html' title='A Brother&apos;s Passing'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-wnD8MPxitg4/Tv4LIjXqVJI/AAAAAAAAAiw/qGjqHNreAXk/s72-c/27.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2067450500838579293</id><published>2011-12-24T17:22:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-24T17:22:00.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689716001730231442" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbqVOmiu5IQ/TvXujuP8fJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aLNDYhR0qQw/s400/IMG_5041%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;In the beginning was the Word and the Word was God. In the fullness of time, in our time God spoke to us a Word most tender, Jesus our Lord. Jesus reveals all that God could say. Christ Jesus enfleshes the love God has for us, the love that pours itself out constantly. In Christ God loses himself in self-forgetful love. God Most High becomes God most low, emptying Himself in quiet into the womb of the Virgin Mary, becoming who we are, hidden now in our midst. This is God’s dream of intimacy with us. In stillness the Lord comes to take Mary's flesh, our flesh. As in the Eucharist he comes small and defenseless. Awe-filled adoration is our fitting response.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2067450500838579293?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2067450500838579293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2067450500838579293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/christmas.html' title='Christmas'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-VbqVOmiu5IQ/TvXujuP8fJI/AAAAAAAAAhE/aLNDYhR0qQw/s72-c/IMG_5041%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5614750823773344768</id><published>2011-12-22T16:08:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-22T16:45:38.021-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come to save us!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjWcBGYCZJY/TvOd09mD_eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b23GXE0bIVY/s1600/Mother%2Band%2BLord%2Bof%2BAll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5689064287512034786" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjWcBGYCZJY/TvOd09mD_eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b23GXE0bIVY/s400/Mother%2Band%2BLord%2Bof%2BAll.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In these last Advent days we chant the "O Antiphons" at Vespers, begging the presence of Christ using seven different titles. We often use nicknames for those who are dear to us. So it is fitting that we chant Jesus' "nicknames," titles that recall who he is for us: Wisdom, Lord, Flower, Key, Radiant Dawn, King and finally Emmanuel, the name that means God is with us. Always surrounding us, within us, closer to us than we know, Jesus our Lord longs for our presence even as long for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;photograph of stone Madonna by Brother Jonah&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5614750823773344768?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5614750823773344768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5614750823773344768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/in-these-last-advent-days-we-chant-o.html' title='Come to save us!'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TjWcBGYCZJY/TvOd09mD_eI/AAAAAAAAAg4/b23GXE0bIVY/s72-c/Mother%2Band%2BLord%2Bof%2BAll.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-222685834490154697</id><published>2011-12-18T15:40:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:45:04.531-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watch</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 146px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5686759534305187042" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jC9nB1veHCw/Tuttqq1TlOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Pk8ouJVZJyk/s400/ED.jpg" /&gt;The Lord’s approach is so often unremarkable, so quiet that we need to keep watch, that is the essence of our life as monks. For we are always learning God's way of doing things, how he moves in silence and obscurity. Hidden first of all in the warm womb of a very young, 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 divinity will be obscured by the blood and spittle of his passion. And even after his resurrection he will sneak in quietly through locked doors and whisper to his disciples, “Peace.” &lt;/p&gt;The Lord is disguising himself in our ordinariness over and over, hidden in mystery. But rest assured it is our love and desire that give us clear vision. Love is knowledge and assurance, because if we want to be with him, see him; he wants it more than we do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Truly God in Christ is hidden and yet revealing himself over and over, doing anything at all to get our attention; “playing in ten thousand places,” in nature and grace all day long. We must keep watch, willing to be surprised at every corner of the cloister, as St. Bernard would say, because angels will be there reminding us, as one did our Blessed Lady, that Someone is here. Someone is coming. Someone wants to take our flesh. Someone we love has seen our sad predicament and is coming down to be with us now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-222685834490154697?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/222685834490154697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/222685834490154697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/watch.html' title='Watch'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-jC9nB1veHCw/Tuttqq1TlOI/AAAAAAAAAgs/Pk8ouJVZJyk/s72-c/ED.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2780847981379214666</id><published>2011-12-12T08:23:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T08:40:04.681-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Not Here?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gCSDvsK1p4/TuYAcYyZnQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/owDa4Wtxt0Y/s1600/icon-lg-pd.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 235px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685232067292011778" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gCSDvsK1p4/TuYAcYyZnQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/owDa4Wtxt0Y/s400/icon-lg-pd.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we remember Our Lady of Guadalupe, Patroness of our Land. Each year on this day we set up a special shrine in the transept of our church with her image adorned by flowers and two candles that are illumined throughout the day. She is our Mother and our Refuge in all tribulation. We are greatly consoled by her words to Saint Juan Diego in 1531:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do listen, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;do be assured of it, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;my littlest one, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;that nothing at all &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;should alarm you,&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;should trouble you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;nor in any way disturb &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your countenance, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your heart.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;For am I not here, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;I, your mother? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Are you not in the cool &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my shadow?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;In the breeziness &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my shade? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is it not I that am &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;your source of &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;contentment?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Are you not cradled &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;in my mantle, c&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;uddled in the crossing &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;of my arms?&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Is there anything else &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;you need?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2780847981379214666?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2780847981379214666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2780847981379214666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/am-i-not-here.html' title='Am I Not Here?'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--gCSDvsK1p4/TuYAcYyZnQI/AAAAAAAAAgg/owDa4Wtxt0Y/s72-c/icon-lg-pd.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-788085988567004642</id><published>2011-12-08T08:49:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-08T08:50:40.314-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Like A Garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUKHHlURF0/Tt6zJ2ek2dI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0rJC3pHRVkE/s1600/cloister%2Bgarth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683176761612098002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUKHHlURF0/Tt6zJ2ek2dI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0rJC3pHRVkE/s400/cloister%2Bgarth.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is the Abbey's cloister garth in early summer- a secret garden surrounded by the four cloisters. This garden enclosed is a symbol of the Blessed Virgin Mary, her beauty and fragrance set apart for Christ alone, a place where He could nestle and grow. On this Solemnity of her Immaculate Conception we celebrate her &lt;em&gt;chosenness&lt;/em&gt;. We rejoice in the Virgin Mary's privilege, for she reveals the breadth of our human capacity for God, the breathtaking beauty of our availability to all that God wants to accomplish in us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A garden enclosed is my sister, my bride; a garden enclosed, a fountain sealed up.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Song of Songs 4 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-788085988567004642?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/788085988567004642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/788085988567004642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/like-garden.html' title='Like A Garden'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3rUKHHlURF0/Tt6zJ2ek2dI/AAAAAAAAAgU/0rJC3pHRVkE/s72-c/cloister%2Bgarth.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-401171460193492918</id><published>2011-12-06T09:34:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T11:05:35.859-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicholas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gdin7YrA5s/Tt4t7hTC08I/AAAAAAAAAgI/U5Uq-L_6Cb4/s1600/imagesCAUJ8CW2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 227px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5683030280361923522" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gdin7YrA5s/Tt4t7hTC08I/AAAAAAAAAgI/U5Uq-L_6Cb4/s400/imagesCAUJ8CW2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Today the Church celebrates Saint Nicholas remembered through the ages for his generosity to the poor. We just came upon the following words of the martyred Archbishop Oscar Romero which we imagine the Bishop Saint Nicholas might have appreciated. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;No one can celebrate a genuine Christmas without being truly poor. The self-sufficient, the proud, those who, because they have everything, look down on others, those who have no need even of God — for them there will be no Christmas. Only the poor, the hungry, those who need someone to come on their behalf, will have that someone. That someone is God, Emmanuel, God-with-us. Without poverty of spirit there can be no abundance of God. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Artwork by Elisabeth Jvanovsky&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-401171460193492918?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/401171460193492918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/401171460193492918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/nicholas.html' title='Nicholas'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-3Gdin7YrA5s/Tt4t7hTC08I/AAAAAAAAAgI/U5Uq-L_6Cb4/s72-c/imagesCAUJ8CW2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6391253217193309505</id><published>2011-12-03T08:10:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-12-03T08:13:04.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friends</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW3ytBzb1c8/TtjrSqSB8rI/AAAAAAAAAf8/T7F2C2Ey2_s/s1600/imagesCAXRLEXI.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 212px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 220px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5681549635747967666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW3ytBzb1c8/TtjrSqSB8rI/AAAAAAAAAf8/T7F2C2Ey2_s/s400/imagesCAXRLEXI.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we remember Saint Francis Xavier, one of the first companions of Saint Ignatius Loyola. They always remained close friends and exchanged letters while Francis Xavier was on mission in the Far East and Ignatius stayed in Rome. One letter from Ignatius to Francis Xavier concludes poignantly, "I shall never forget you. Entirely your own, Ignatius.” Imagine the deep friendship between these two saints. We hear an echo of the words of our own Cistercian Father, Saint Ælred of Rievaulx, “God is friendship.” Indeed it is through the love of those we love, that we may learn what God is like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6391253217193309505?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6391253217193309505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6391253217193309505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/12/friends.html' title='Friends'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-QW3ytBzb1c8/TtjrSqSB8rI/AAAAAAAAAf8/T7F2C2Ey2_s/s72-c/imagesCAXRLEXI.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4282417501644835233</id><published>2011-11-30T07:49:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T07:54:05.842-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Early Advent Days</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZhQhGGUzc/TtYmnlw6ngI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qV__FfI4j_c/s1600/lavabo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 367px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5680770441568493058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZhQhGGUzc/TtYmnlw6ngI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qV__FfI4j_c/s400/lavabo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the unseasonable warmth and brightness of these early Advent days, we are reminded of Him for whom we wait- the Dawn from on High, Jesus, the Sun of Justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;This photograph of the Abbey lavabo tower by Brother Casimir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4282417501644835233?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4282417501644835233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4282417501644835233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/early-advent-days.html' title='Early Advent Days'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZcZhQhGGUzc/TtYmnlw6ngI/AAAAAAAAAfw/qV__FfI4j_c/s72-c/lavabo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6933808413862347342</id><published>2011-11-26T15:39:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-29T04:51:13.341-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Come, Lord Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JPjMkxlNJU/Ts_9T6GQozI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YhuMp2ZNtaE/s1600/IMG_1114.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 260px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5679036173592339250" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JPjMkxlNJU/Ts_9T6GQozI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YhuMp2ZNtaE/s400/IMG_1114.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Tonight at First Vespers in the fading light of eventide, we will begin our Advent watch. In these darkest days of the year, the shortest days, we will light the first Advent candle and recall the Lord's endless desire to come to us. We will recall our desperate need for Him, our only Hope and Deepest Desire. And so we will try to make more room for Christ in these Advent days, a place in our hearts, in our community where Hope can grow and flourish, as He did in the secret darkness of Mary's womb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Overshadow us, come down O Love divine, and invade our space, fill our lonely hearts with your more than imaginable benignness and tenderness and compassion. Fill us with yourself; for left to ourselves, we may believe our hearts too small, too lonely, too afraid and forgotten to be able to hold you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6933808413862347342?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6933808413862347342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6933808413862347342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/come-lord-jesus.html' title='Come, Lord Jesus'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0JPjMkxlNJU/Ts_9T6GQozI/AAAAAAAAAfk/YhuMp2ZNtaE/s72-c/IMG_1114.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5061520507915712763</id><published>2011-11-23T11:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-24T09:39:09.857-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Giving Thanks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZAcgM9vCns/Ts0jH9bdG8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/65yr8md_ET0/s1600/church%2Bspring%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678233324839836610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZAcgM9vCns/Ts0jH9bdG8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/65yr8md_ET0/s400/church%2Bspring%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Focusing on gratitude we lifts our hearts this day. Amazed like Mary at the marvels the Lord has done for us- in little ways, in great ways, through joys and difficulties- we are filled with wonder. As Fr. Abbot reminded us in his homily this morning, there is no entitlement. All is gift- God's gracious desire to care for us with "love beyond all telling." The Lord is always, always with us, accompanying us as we accompany one another on the pathways of the Kingdom. Our wonder at God's gifts fills us with gratitude. Wonder and gratitude move us into deeper contemplative love.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5061520507915712763?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5061520507915712763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5061520507915712763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/giving-thanks.html' title='Giving Thanks'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-DZAcgM9vCns/Ts0jH9bdG8I/AAAAAAAAAfY/65yr8md_ET0/s72-c/church%2Bspring%2Bevening%2B1-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2823392412306580352</id><published>2011-11-19T16:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T16:39:38.624-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christ as King</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xu8261Cb2bk/TsfYdhZgsEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GC1wfUATvwE/s1600/IMG_1101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5676743857016975426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xu8261Cb2bk/TsfYdhZgsEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GC1wfUATvwE/s400/IMG_1101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus always speaks of and embodies a different kind of power- that of service, self-forgetfulness and honesty, a strength that comes from deep trust in His Father. Jesus invites us into this same place of deep trust and freedom. His dominion has nothing to do with pushing others out of the way so that he can be number one and have control. He enters Jerusalem meek, riding on an ass. And He will receive the only crown we could manage to offer him- one woven out of cruel thorns. And so we may call Him king, if we understand that He has turned the whole idea of power and majesty absolutely upside-down, inside-out, for His power is made perfect in littleness and weakness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Someone very gentle and loving is trying to lead us forward in hope; Someone who leads by falling down, being spat upon, shoved and tortured. Not to teach us how to be doormats; that is not what His kingdom is about. It is about refusing to fight evil with evil, about absorbing hurt because of hope and trust in One who is at our side, even within us; and witnessing to the reality that pain and fear and suffering are powerless to define who we truly are. They are simply not our destiny. We belong to Christ Jesus our Master, our King.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus holds us in love, empowering us to go forward in courage and faith because nothing can really harm us; we belong to Him. The worse may happen, truth be told, it already has, and in Christ we are the victors, because He has made us a kingdom of priests, and kings. Baptized into the resurrected, victorious Christ we are of His royal, kingly line. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Includes some insights from James Alison. Photograph by Brother Daniel of Renaissance glass fragment in an Abbey window.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2823392412306580352?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2823392412306580352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2823392412306580352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/christ-as-king.html' title='Christ as King'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-xu8261Cb2bk/TsfYdhZgsEI/AAAAAAAAAfA/GC1wfUATvwE/s72-c/IMG_1101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4467782443013131913</id><published>2011-11-15T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T11:30:29.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Folly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlNozGB1N78/TrqxY8M7vmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vIvdKj4eC-8/s1600/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 233px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673041722661912162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlNozGB1N78/TrqxY8M7vmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vIvdKj4eC-8/s320/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a photograph taken by Brother Jonah, Brothers Terence and Philippe share a joyful moment in the sacristy just before the entrance procession on a solemn feastday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Those who humbly choose what is folly in the eyes of the world clearly contemplate the wisdom of God himself. What could be more foolish in the eyes of the world than to abandon one's possessions... to return no wrong for the wrongs one has suffered? By virtue of this wise folly, one catches a glimpse of God's wisdom in the light of contemplation. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saint Gregory the Great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To do the Father's will was aways Jesus' desire and his delight, and so "for the sake of the joy which lay before him he endured the cross, heedless of its shame." We seek to follow Him in faith and joy and self-forgetfulness as we live an ordinary and hidden life in the solitude of the cloister.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4467782443013131913?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4467782443013131913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4467782443013131913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/folly.html' title='Folly'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-zlNozGB1N78/TrqxY8M7vmI/AAAAAAAAAdE/vIvdKj4eC-8/s72-c/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B029.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6680906326496817382</id><published>2011-11-11T09:44:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-11-11T09:58:48.097-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Passing beauty</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RN9UhSepkas/Tr03bzXEmbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0Q6XMto-RkM/s1600/orleans_cover-84.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 129px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 121px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5673752056339667378" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RN9UhSepkas/Tr03bzXEmbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0Q6XMto-RkM/s400/orleans_cover-84.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;A few stray blossoms remain on tattered plants in our gardens. We notice their fragility and passing beauty. This morning the words of the author of the Book of Wisdom in the First Reading at Mass reminded us to leap ahead from beauty to Beauty:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;...how far more excellent is the Lord than these;&lt;br /&gt;for the original source of beauty fashioned them.&lt;br /&gt;For from the greatness and the beauty of created things&lt;br /&gt;their original author, by analogy, is seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;As one poet remarked when regarding the beauty of a wildflower, "I knew the beauty of Our Lord by it."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6680906326496817382?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6680906326496817382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6680906326496817382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/passing-beauty.html' title='Passing beauty'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-RN9UhSepkas/Tr03bzXEmbI/AAAAAAAAAdo/0Q6XMto-RkM/s72-c/orleans_cover-84.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-509809614433018267</id><published>2011-11-03T11:54:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-04T12:09:06.206-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Souls</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48oE0aEVmUo/TrP9zzfFVgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ezZqmDAwfSc/s1600/all%2Bsouls%2B1-11.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 263px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5671155422225323522" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48oE0aEVmUo/TrP9zzfFVgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ezZqmDAwfSc/s320/all%2Bsouls%2B1-11.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The month of November is dedicated to special prayer for the faithful departed. On All Souls Day we processed through the cloisters in the predawn darkness. We paused in the south cloister chanting psalms as the Abbot and his assistants went into the cemetery to sprinkle the graves of our deceased brethren with holy water. The Abbot reminded us as we began the Liturgy that we pray for the dead because we "need to." For the departed "life is changed, not ended;" they have have entered the great mystery of Christ's resurrection. As we beg the Lord in prayer to draw all the faithful departed to himself, we remember our love for them and our connectedness with all those who have gone before us in faith.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-509809614433018267?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/509809614433018267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/509809614433018267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/11/holy-souls.html' title='Holy Souls'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-48oE0aEVmUo/TrP9zzfFVgI/AAAAAAAAAc4/ezZqmDAwfSc/s72-c/all%2Bsouls%2B1-11.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-9011197722082021880</id><published>2011-10-29T15:46:00.035-04:00</published><updated>2011-11-01T10:38:58.175-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blessed</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v94XnxAsbSc/Tq7GAxdjPuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HhhQA8PSCX8/s1600/crucifix%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 195px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 215px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5669686697485614818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v94XnxAsbSc/Tq7GAxdjPuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HhhQA8PSCX8/s200/crucifix%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Since He loves us first, out of His great tenderness; we are bound to repay Him with love; and we may cherish exultant hope in Him. 'He richly blesses all who call upon Him.' Yet He has no gift for them better than Himself. He gives Himself as prize and reward: He is the refreshment of the holy soul... 'The Lord is good to those who seek Him.' What will He be then to those who gain His presence? But here is a paradox, that no one can seek the Lord who has not already found Him. It is Your will, O God, to be found that You may be sought, to be sought that You may all the more truly be found. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from&lt;em&gt; On Loving God&lt;/em&gt; by Saint Bernard of Clairvaux&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;"Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the Kingdom of heaven." Blessed indeed are those who know their need for God. Our desperate need for Mercy is always grace, a very real opportunity to fall backwards into Christ’s compassionate embrace. It is always disconcerting but an exquisite refuge and relief. On this Solemnity of All the Saints, we celebrate the desperation that led them to put everything else aside for the love of Christ.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-9011197722082021880?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/9011197722082021880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/9011197722082021880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/blessed.html' title='Blessed'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-v94XnxAsbSc/Tq7GAxdjPuI/AAAAAAAAAb8/HhhQA8PSCX8/s72-c/crucifix%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5121653098814260122</id><published>2011-10-28T11:28:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-28T12:06:29.748-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Simplicity &amp; Ordinariness</title><content type='html'>Like members of any family the monks share the household chores that keep the monastery running smoothly. Here Brother Simeon and Father Timothy clean the monastic refectory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsn3Gqa8fqQ/TqrKWa6jJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-exCc8sA7vs/s1600/IMG_1737.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565567530018722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsn3Gqa8fqQ/TqrKWa6jJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-exCc8sA7vs/s400/IMG_1737.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;The quietness of mind cultivated by silence is also the fruit of purity and simplicity of heart. For this reason the monk, in a spirit of joyful penitence, is to embrace willingly those means practised in the Order: work, the hidden life and voluntary poverty, together with vigils and fasting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from&lt;em&gt; The Constitutions of the Monks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS6HlNHmtbg/TqrKP8DdyOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1fN3fDtFqLs/s1600/IMG_1739.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668565456166701282" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-nS6HlNHmtbg/TqrKP8DdyOI/AAAAAAAAAaE/1fN3fDtFqLs/s400/IMG_1739.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5121653098814260122?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5121653098814260122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5121653098814260122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/in-simplicity-ordinariness.html' title='In Simplicity &amp; Ordinariness'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Jsn3Gqa8fqQ/TqrKWa6jJ6I/AAAAAAAAAaQ/-exCc8sA7vs/s72-c/IMG_1737.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2000869449410788881</id><published>2011-10-22T15:46:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T16:01:23.811-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late October</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64hpoYLoPp8/TqMfn8Q6cPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Us8K5ANsGGk/s1600/autumn%2Bdawn%2Bpicket%2Bfence%2B2-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666407527214641394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64hpoYLoPp8/TqMfn8Q6cPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Us8K5ANsGGk/s400/autumn%2Bdawn%2Bpicket%2Bfence%2B2-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZF4qGLv17E/TqMfWHnqNWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/u2Ah0qIhjJE/s1600/cottage%2Bautumn%2B2-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666407221025191266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GZF4qGLv17E/TqMfWHnqNWI/AAAAAAAAAZs/u2Ah0qIhjJE/s400/cottage%2Bautumn%2B2-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hotCDXs3lQ8/TqMe_DlFZrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1wmIM40XV_U/s1600/east%2Bgate%2Brd%2Bautumn%2Bmorning%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666406824803657394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hotCDXs3lQ8/TqMe_DlFZrI/AAAAAAAAAZg/1wmIM40XV_U/s400/east%2Bgate%2Brd%2Bautumn%2Bmorning%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKGPucjefUY/TqMe0hYnFsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wF089A8YsOM/s1600/east%2Bgate%2Brd%2Bautumn%2Bmorning%2B3-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666406643825841858" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hKGPucjefUY/TqMe0hYnFsI/AAAAAAAAAZU/wF089A8YsOM/s400/east%2Bgate%2Brd%2Bautumn%2Bmorning%2B3-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 267px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666406299931535442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-SoPUYqBHrD0/TqMeggR0aFI/AAAAAAAAAZI/Fgb5iRn5364/s400/autumn%2Bsheep%2Bbarn%2B1-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subtle color. Transitions perhaps too easy to overlook. &lt;br /&gt;God's finger in nuances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJU66CoxSHE/TqMd0Wrbg5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/BhBS94cR0FY/s1600/autumn%2Bred%2Bbushes%2B1-10.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 266px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5666405541440357266" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PJU66CoxSHE/TqMd0Wrbg5I/AAAAAAAAAY8/BhBS94cR0FY/s400/autumn%2Bred%2Bbushes%2B1-10.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This portfolio of autumn images by Brother Casimir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2000869449410788881?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2000869449410788881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2000869449410788881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/late-october.html' title='Late October'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-64hpoYLoPp8/TqMfn8Q6cPI/AAAAAAAAAZ4/Us8K5ANsGGk/s72-c/autumn%2Bdawn%2Bpicket%2Bfence%2B2-10.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7752216157997086904</id><published>2011-10-13T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-13T15:51:40.352-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Autumn After Irene</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2k4AEGqoAZE/TpSgXxYXVRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QpLwI-SprRA/s1600/lac%2Bmarie.TIF"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662326961764521234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2k4AEGqoAZE/TpSgXxYXVRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QpLwI-SprRA/s400/lac%2Bmarie.TIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This Fall is different. We are told that the torrential rains and gale-force winds of Hurricane Irene played havoc with the way that the leaves normally change color. Many of the sugar maples that are usually so vibrant simply lost brown leaves. Hurricane Irene was brutal. Many tree limbs were broken; the Abbey's library basement flooded, and we watched volumes of Plato and Merton floating by side by side. And now we are experiencing the last of Irene's meddling. Nonetheless a fine range of subdued but lovely golds and a few patches of deep red are noteworthy. It just takes a bit more effort to notice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Above a photo of Lac Marie on the Abbey property.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7752216157997086904?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7752216157997086904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7752216157997086904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/autumn-after-irene.html' title='Autumn After Irene'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2k4AEGqoAZE/TpSgXxYXVRI/AAAAAAAAAXo/QpLwI-SprRA/s72-c/lac%2Bmarie.TIF' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6791695432841925808</id><published>2011-10-11T10:30:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T15:43:31.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abbey Chapter House</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBs_vUCvdOM/To33xAMOABI/AAAAAAAAAXY/YxME_zptqeE/s1600/chapter%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452727911481362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBs_vUCvdOM/To33xAMOABI/AAAAAAAAAXY/YxME_zptqeE/s400/chapter%2B2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At Spencer, as all through the ages, great care was taken that the monastic buildings would be beautiful, to reflect the glory of God and draw the monk heavenward. The harmonious disposition of spaces was meant to express Saint Benedict’s vision of a harmonious community as presented in his &lt;em&gt;Rule&lt;/em&gt;. And indeed for us Cistercians this would mean in addition a certain austerity and visual sobriety expressed in unadorned interior spaces and non-figurative grisaille glass. Great attention was given to proportion and the effects of light on bare walls. Our Cistercian forebears believed the monastery should be a cloistered paradise- where the monk could regain the innocence of Adam and Eve in Eden before the Fall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452602823089010" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-isy8xqfUQdM/To33puM0m3I/AAAAAAAAAXQ/zCvA8jAjFTs/s400/chapter.jpg" /&gt;All great architecture has its antecedents. The barn at Great Coxwell in Oxfordshire, England located on one of the Cistercian Abbey of Beaulieu’s most significant granges, is dated to the late 13th or early 14th century. It seems to have been the inspiration for Spencer’s church and chapter house. The exterior with pitched roof extending down to low side walls is certainly reminiscent. And our chapter house’s open timbering on the interior seems to echo the interior of the Great Coxwell barn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452387918086610" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-B-SSL-1tz0o/To33dNnegdI/AAAAAAAAAXI/v2cSNAiDJWk/s400/3144355649_cd095ca88d_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; The Great Coxwell Barn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMSC9l21aIA/To33U0OERbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/stgFpJzvs5I/s1600/3144338389_e1a438613a_b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 300px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660452243661669810" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OMSC9l21aIA/To33U0OERbI/AAAAAAAAAXA/stgFpJzvs5I/s400/3144338389_e1a438613a_b.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6791695432841925808?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6791695432841925808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6791695432841925808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/abbey-chapter-house.html' title='The Abbey Chapter House'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CBs_vUCvdOM/To33xAMOABI/AAAAAAAAAXY/YxME_zptqeE/s72-c/chapter%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7194883854488846943</id><published>2011-10-07T09:41:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-07T09:55:45.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady of the Rosary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtrTtFEw8k/To8B5uRqmJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yuKiQV0wXtk/s1600/salve%2Bwindow%2Band%2Bcross-1-02.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5660745347814299794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtrTtFEw8k/To8B5uRqmJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yuKiQV0wXtk/s400/salve%2Bwindow%2Band%2Bcross-1-02.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This morning as we concluded Lauds the window of Our Lady was blazing in the glow of the sunrise; Mary illumined by the Radiant Dawn, the Sun of Justice, who is Jesus her Son. Baptized into Christ Jesus our lives are meant to glow with His presence. The mysteries of the Holy Rosary- joyful, sorrowful, glorious and luminous- are the mysteries of our own lives. As we pray the Rosary we beg Our Lady to draw us closer to Him who is Our Light.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7194883854488846943?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7194883854488846943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7194883854488846943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/our-lady-of-rosary.html' title='Our Lady of the Rosary'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DdtrTtFEw8k/To8B5uRqmJI/AAAAAAAAAXg/yuKiQV0wXtk/s72-c/salve%2Bwindow%2Band%2Bcross-1-02.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5847963429222935517</id><published>2011-10-04T10:14:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T10:22:16.602-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gentle Francis</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwfEKMeqTk/TosU4wOJXKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/elUuMUSoUrk/s1600/FRANCIS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 273px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5659640321970625698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwfEKMeqTk/TosU4wOJXKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/elUuMUSoUrk/s400/FRANCIS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We are told that Saint Francis decreed that his friars must not have pockets in their habits. How he wanted them to be poor with the poor Christ! How to depend on Jesus alone for all we need? How to cling to Him, a Treasure always ready to hand and heart?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Detail of &lt;em&gt;Saint Francis Of Assisi Receiving the Stigmata&lt;/em&gt; by Giambattista Tiepolo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5847963429222935517?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5847963429222935517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5847963429222935517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/gentle-francis.html' title='Gentle Francis'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DzwfEKMeqTk/TosU4wOJXKI/AAAAAAAAAW4/elUuMUSoUrk/s72-c/FRANCIS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3119970916557906074</id><published>2011-10-01T11:11:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T11:22:43.135-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thérèse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVcpfdhcR2A/Tocv0DVSL4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oWNCbEPyPkE/s1600/stt02014.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 198px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 176px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5658544028108599170" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVcpfdhcR2A/Tocv0DVSL4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oWNCbEPyPkE/s400/stt02014.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are always consoled by these words of Saint Thérèse of Lisieux:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;If you are willing to bear in peace the trial of not being pleased with yourself, you will be offering the Lord Jesus a home in your heart. It is true you will suffer, for you will feel like a stranger in your own house. But do not fear, for the poorer you are, the more Christ will love you. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3119970916557906074?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3119970916557906074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3119970916557906074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/10/therese.html' title='Thérèse'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-UVcpfdhcR2A/Tocv0DVSL4I/AAAAAAAAAWw/oWNCbEPyPkE/s72-c/stt02014.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8292106379560559291</id><published>2011-09-28T16:18:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-29T08:53:49.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With the Angels</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeTt0rVXM2k/ToODPjyDYeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9lz_OVzFIbA/s1600/070.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 180px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509860233929186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeTt0rVXM2k/ToODPjyDYeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9lz_OVzFIbA/s400/070.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Each day during the Divine Office and especially during Holy Mass we join our praise with that of the angels- Michael&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OlwIyPV80/ToODFra2OfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Q8IgjOw7A7s/s1600/043.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 391px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509690485389810" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-H8OlwIyPV80/ToODFra2OfI/AAAAAAAAAWg/Q8IgjOw7A7s/s400/043.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Gabriel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTnRx8Z_1HU/ToOCxmKkEYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2Aaq90yAxaw/s1600/148.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5657509345477529986" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jTnRx8Z_1HU/ToOCxmKkEYI/AAAAAAAAAWY/2Aaq90yAxaw/s400/148.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Raphael&lt;br /&gt;and all angels in their unending chorus of adoration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Saint Michael,&lt;/em&gt; Piero della Francesca, 1469; &lt;em&gt;The Annunciation&lt;/em&gt;, Duccio, 1311; &lt;em&gt;Archangel Raphael with Tobias, &lt;/em&gt;Pietro Vanucci, c. 496-1500.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8292106379560559291?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8292106379560559291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8292106379560559291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/with-angels.html' title='With the Angels'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OeTt0rVXM2k/ToODPjyDYeI/AAAAAAAAAWo/9lz_OVzFIbA/s72-c/070.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-660079608885746796</id><published>2011-09-23T09:52:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-23T14:53:34.348-04:00</updated><title type='text'>At the General Chapter</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXgXSh5Nhc/TnyPZVmMLMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1wN5D4_Tw8I/s1600/DAMIAN.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 132px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5655552897527327938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXgXSh5Nhc/TnyPZVmMLMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1wN5D4_Tw8I/s400/DAMIAN.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Dom Damian our Father Abbot is away in Italy for the General Chapter of the entire Cistercian Order of the Strict Observance. The abbesses and abbots of our Order from around the world gather every three years to discuss the state of the Order and to hear about each other's monastery. As our &lt;em&gt;Constitutions &lt;/em&gt;state:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;They discuss there the salvation of their own souls and of those committed to them. They take measures regarding the observance of the Holy Rule and of the Order where there is something that needs to be corrected or added. They foster anew among themselves the benefit of peace and charity. They devote themselves to maintaining the patrimony of the Order and safeguarding and increasing its unity. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Father Abbot returns the one-page reports that each community of Order prepared for the Chapter decribing their monastery will be read to us during the noon meal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-660079608885746796?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/660079608885746796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/660079608885746796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/at-general-chapter.html' title='At the General Chapter'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-CvXgXSh5Nhc/TnyPZVmMLMI/AAAAAAAAAWQ/1wN5D4_Tw8I/s72-c/DAMIAN.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7427911842845530098</id><published>2011-09-21T10:23:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-21T11:33:37.128-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Resuming Cowls</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOgVgIuxdno/Tnnz49QSE-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sU-4-3fm7PU/s1600/COWL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 152px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654818966981448674" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOgVgIuxdno/Tnnz49QSE-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sU-4-3fm7PU/s400/COWL.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;The characteristic Cistercian habit is the white cowl which is given to the monk at his solemn profession. It is a sign of his consecration and of the unity of the whole Order. As he blesses the cowl during the rite of solemn profession the abbot prays to the Lord Jesus, "May its ample folds be for our brother a daily reminder of the freedom which he received in baptism. May its form of a cross remind him of the life he is to lead in following you, and may he be clothed entirely in your unutterable mercy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Vs1T0t9Ho/Tnnzz4BZZQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fv8-bbbRLs4/s1600/COWL2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5654818879677490434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-u7Vs1T0t9Ho/Tnnzz4BZZQI/AAAAAAAAAWA/fv8-bbbRLs4/s400/COWL2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The cowl is worn by the solemnly professed monks; the cloak is worn by novices and simply professed brothers. In the warmer months we do not wear cowls or cloaks in church. But as mornings get chillier, we await the prior's announcement which appeared on the community bulletin board last evening: "Resume Cowls and Cloaks for Vigils, Lauds and Mass." &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7427911842845530098?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7427911842845530098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7427911842845530098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/resuming-cowls.html' title='Resuming Cowls'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-iOgVgIuxdno/Tnnz49QSE-I/AAAAAAAAAWI/sU-4-3fm7PU/s72-c/COWL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1454465224058623339</id><published>2011-09-16T15:34:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-16T16:05:31.882-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Meditating on the Passion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_T9pgEAqsU/TnOk99JfDJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UMvghqmy1hE/s1600/pieta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 386px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5653043341573426322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_T9pgEAqsU/TnOk99JfDJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UMvghqmy1hE/s400/pieta.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In the liturgical celebrations of this past week, we honored the triumphant Cross of Christ and Our Lady's Sorrows. Somehow it is the Church's intuition that these aspects of Good Friday deserve our special attention and remembrance. The Cross is key to our freedom in Christ, our release from the clutches of sin and death forever. We need no longer be afraid. Standing with Our Lady by her suffering Son, we are in solidarity with all the suffering members of his wounded Body. We remain there meditating in sorrow but also in hope. Jesus now risen from the dead has turned our mourning into gladness. We promise to be hope for one another in him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ Crowned with Thorns and the Mourning Virgin (Ecce Homo),&lt;/em&gt; detail&lt;br /&gt;Adriaen Isenbrant, Netherlandish, active by 1510, died 1551&lt;br /&gt;Oil on canvas, transferred from wood&lt;br /&gt;41 1/2 x 36 1/2 in., ca. 1530-40&lt;br /&gt;The Metropolitan Museum of Art&lt;br /&gt;Used with permission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1454465224058623339?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1454465224058623339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1454465224058623339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/meditating-on-passion.html' title='Meditating on the Passion'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-c_T9pgEAqsU/TnOk99JfDJI/AAAAAAAAAV4/UMvghqmy1hE/s72-c/pieta.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-9137919594242919325</id><published>2011-09-12T14:45:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-12T14:55:59.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Tribute</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ir3f4iKkRFo/Tm5TwmYtx-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/hRHG4fCrRmU/s1600/9_11%2BMemorial%2B2%2523EFCB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651546676799588322" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ir3f4iKkRFo/Tm5TwmYtx-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/hRHG4fCrRmU/s320/9_11%2BMemorial%2B2%2523EFCB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; In addition to prayers of intercession and a special tolling of the Abbey bells after communion during yesterday's Mass, our tribute for 9/11 included an arrangement of small candles in the sanctuary. Their flickering was like soft prayers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-9137919594242919325?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/9137919594242919325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/9137919594242919325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-tribute.html' title='Our Tribute'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ir3f4iKkRFo/Tm5TwmYtx-I/AAAAAAAAAVo/hRHG4fCrRmU/s72-c/9_11%2BMemorial%2B2%2523EFCB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6411389268853508598</id><published>2011-09-11T10:37:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-11T16:46:44.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5651111656460694754" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5R1N1G3MNI/TmzIHFVotOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6MCPObCJ-N4/s320/candles%2Bin%2Bchurch.JPG" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;As we remember the tragedy of September 11, 2001, the readings at today's Eucharist remind us that Jesus calls us to keep on forgiving as we have been forgiven. But we may feel that our hearts are too small, the hurt too big, the horror, the sadness all too much, almost incomprehensible. Forgiving may seem impossible one time let alone the zillions of times Jesus asks of us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Perhaps our helplessness is the key. We are right; we simply cannot do it on our own. Forgiving seventy times seven times is impossible for us on our own. The invitation is to realize over and over again how powerless we are without Christ Jesus our Lord. We must depend on him. Our hearts are too small, we need his heart, the heart of God. Then the little we bring will become a banquet of forgiveness. Poverty joined to deep faith brings abundance. Mary experienced it, Jesus knew it on the cross. That’s how things work in the Kingdom. Jesus uses what we bring, meager as it is, to make the Kingdom happen; nothing is too little for him to use. He has forgiven and freed me. Finding the treasure means I do as Jesus does, or I try to. I go to him; I hide in him, in his heart.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#333333;"&gt;Forgiving does not mean that nothing has happened, too much has happened to each and everyone one of us. Hidden in Christ, baptized into him, we dare to believe in the possibility of forgiveness. And indeed forgiveness takes time; perhaps it does not happen all at once or once and for all. It may begin with a desire to forgive, or even a desire to desire to forgive. I let myself be forgiven, and I learn to forgive. Forgiving is a work of love that must be rehearsed, repeated, seventy times seven times.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Christ Jesus calls us into the unfathomableness of God’s love for us. Loved so much, forgiven by God so much and so often, we must go and do likewise, consoling with the same consolation we have received, forgiving as best we can or at least beginning to. Forgiveness, even the longing to forgive makes a future of freedom and hope and love possible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Peace to all men of evil will! Let there be an end to all revenge, to all demands for punishment and retribution. There are already too many martyrs...Lay not their sufferings to the torturers’ charge to exact a terrible reckoning from them, Lord. Instead put down in favor of all men of evil will the courage, humility, dignity, love and spiritual strength of the others. Let it be laid before Thee for the forgiveness of sins. And may we remain in your enemies’ memories not as their victims; not as haunting specters but as helpers...there is nothing more we want for them. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;From a note scrawled on a piece of worn paper and tucked between the cracks in two old boards, found in a shed in the concentration camp at Buchenwald. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6411389268853508598?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6411389268853508598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6411389268853508598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/911.html' title='9/11'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-J5R1N1G3MNI/TmzIHFVotOI/AAAAAAAAAVY/6MCPObCJ-N4/s72-c/candles%2Bin%2Bchurch.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4257196517614957610</id><published>2011-09-06T15:11:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-08T07:22:03.727-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady's Birthday</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CaxczKRm5Qw/TmZwnBMUrsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZhOa80wvV0o/s1600/IMG_6683%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 254px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649326598220197570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CaxczKRm5Qw/TmZwnBMUrsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZhOa80wvV0o/s320/IMG_6683%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your birth, O Virgin Mother of God, proclaims joy to the world, for from you arose the glorious &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Sun of Justice, Christ the Lord&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjjmnLeqwlM/TmZwhaCegpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c_48rgqe1wk/s1600/KALENCHOE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 264px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5649326501810569874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GjjmnLeqwlM/TmZwhaCegpI/AAAAAAAAAVI/c_48rgqe1wk/s320/KALENCHOE.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4257196517614957610?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4257196517614957610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4257196517614957610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/our-ladys-birthday.html' title='Our Lady&apos;s Birthday'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-CaxczKRm5Qw/TmZwnBMUrsI/AAAAAAAAAVQ/ZhOa80wvV0o/s72-c/IMG_6683%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8362593846762890387</id><published>2011-09-03T15:39:00.012-04:00</published><updated>2011-09-03T16:21:02.808-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Settings</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXyn2zQZ7jA/TmKC48nojdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0nZzV4eRhGI/s1600/IMG_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648220797532671442" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXyn2zQZ7jA/TmKC48nojdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0nZzV4eRhGI/s320/IMG_1416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The American Bishops have agreed to permit the gradual implementation of musical settings of the Order of Mass from the new Roman Missal beginning in September 2011 to “give time for communities to learn the various parts of the new translation in a timely fashion and an even pace.” And so we gathered this morning in the Abbey church under the direction of our Fr. Gabriel to learn eight new settings of the Holy, Holy, Holy and the acclamations at the Mystery of Faith (Memorial Acclamations). In October we will learn new settings of the Glory to God. We are &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;blest&lt;/span&gt; to have Fr. Gabriel in our midst. He is an expert in Gregorian chant performance, and he himself composed many of these new settings in chant mode. This is an opportunity for us monks to deepen our "understanding of the Sacred Liturgy, and to appreciate its meaning and importance in our lives."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1Yfjc-dbpI/TmKCucC0-DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Bt0xpsphcxo/s1600/IMG_1414.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5648220616989669426" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-v1Yfjc-dbpI/TmKCucC0-DI/AAAAAAAAAU4/Bt0xpsphcxo/s320/IMG_1414.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photographs of Abbey &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;grisaille&lt;/span&gt; glass by Brother Daniel. Quotations from the website of the United States Conference of Catholic Bishops.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8362593846762890387?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8362593846762890387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8362593846762890387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/09/new-settings.html' title='New Settings'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXyn2zQZ7jA/TmKC48nojdI/AAAAAAAAAVA/0nZzV4eRhGI/s72-c/IMG_1416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4767000867132691505</id><published>2011-08-31T09:47:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-31T16:35:19.827-04:00</updated><title type='text'>His Body</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfm26Uz5Y0/Tl47kYIQspI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IDI7ZJy7Rb4/s1600/CORPUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 224px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5647016478907609746" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfm26Uz5Y0/Tl47kYIQspI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IDI7ZJy7Rb4/s320/CORPUS.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Your hand holds up the world&lt;br /&gt;and the universe rests in your love.&lt;br /&gt;Your life-giving body is the heart of your Church;&lt;br /&gt;your sacred blood protects the Bride. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Supplication to God&lt;/em&gt; by Cyrillonas, Syrian, 4th century.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Corpus from a Crucifix&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Italian, Doccia, ca. 1745-50&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Hard paste porcelain, h. 25 3/8" (67 cm)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Metropolitan Museum of Art, New York.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Used with permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4767000867132691505?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4767000867132691505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4767000867132691505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/his-body.html' title='His Body'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WXfm26Uz5Y0/Tl47kYIQspI/AAAAAAAAAUw/IDI7ZJy7Rb4/s72-c/CORPUS.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1580466523521501355</id><published>2011-08-27T10:41:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-27T11:04:50.028-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Liturgy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BORfry1B_38/TlkCvv_RcNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OnzQ2aREWD4/s1600/Ordination_025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645546627244585170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BORfry1B_38/TlkCvv_RcNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OnzQ2aREWD4/s320/Ordination_025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Liturgy is our life and our joy. Seven times a day we gather to pray the Hours. And for the celebration of the Eucharist on solemnities there is much preparation. All we do is worth our effort. It is our business to spend our time and energy in the work of praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3G5tjVtHlo/TlkCm-MD9EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yv-oVi7SYNc/s1600/Ordination_118.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645546476437500994" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-L3G5tjVtHlo/TlkCm-MD9EI/AAAAAAAAAUY/yv-oVi7SYNc/s320/Ordination_118.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqFtW1U4P8k/TlkCX2RntaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BndusMwawPY/s1600/SCHOLA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645546216615294370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EqFtW1U4P8k/TlkCX2RntaI/AAAAAAAAAUQ/BndusMwawPY/s320/SCHOLA.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eVxYx7RfF4/TlkCN2r_9CI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QIZRf0dyI1M/s1600/DUO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 286px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645546044927243298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-3eVxYx7RfF4/TlkCN2r_9CI/AAAAAAAAAUI/QIZRf0dyI1M/s320/DUO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The spiritual character of the community is especially evident in the celebration of the liturgy. The liturgy strengthens and increases both the inner sense of the monastic vocation and communion among the brothers. Each day in the liturgy God's Word is heard. A sacrifice of praise is offered to God the Father, there is a sharing in the mystery of Christ and the Holy Spirit's work of sanctification is accomplished. The changing seasons of the liturgical year have great power to nourish and enrich the contemplative life of the brothers.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;from the&lt;/em&gt; Constitutions&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR2WI5usny4/TlkCIrcsL9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/TIhJ1dofLL4/s1600/BOUQUET.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5645545956010897362" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aR2WI5usny4/TlkCIrcsL9I/AAAAAAAAAUA/TIhJ1dofLL4/s320/BOUQUET.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1580466523521501355?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1580466523521501355'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1580466523521501355'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/liturgy.html' title='The Liturgy'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BORfry1B_38/TlkCvv_RcNI/AAAAAAAAAUg/OnzQ2aREWD4/s72-c/Ordination_025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3123020055758189462</id><published>2011-08-19T15:10:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T08:13:59.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Servant &amp; Master</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5zT-gPDi6Q/TlEJWnH4cLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_0z6_Wbayzc/s1600/200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 227px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5643302092135755954" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5zT-gPDi6Q/TlEJWnH4cLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_0z6_Wbayzc/s320/200.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Jesus tells us in the Gospel that he has come to serve not to be served. Part of our work as disciples is always to allow Christ Jesus near enough to care for us, heal us, forgive us and console us. With this in mind, it seems, our Cistercian Father Blessed Guerric of Igny puts the following words on Jesus' lips:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I will serve you," his Creator says to man. "You sit down, I will minister, I will wash your feet. You rest; I will bear your weariness, your infirmities. Use me you as you like in all your needs, not only as your servant but also as your beast of burden and as your property. If you are tired or burdened I will carry both you and your burden..." &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Detail of &lt;strong&gt;The Descent from the Cross&lt;/strong&gt; by Rogier Van der Weyden, c. 1435. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Text from &lt;strong&gt;The First Sermon for Palm Sunday&lt;/strong&gt;, Blessed Guerric of Igny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3123020055758189462?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3123020055758189462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3123020055758189462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/servant-master.html' title='Servant &amp; Master'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-m5zT-gPDi6Q/TlEJWnH4cLI/AAAAAAAAAT4/_0z6_Wbayzc/s72-c/200.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8866293611362808794</id><published>2011-08-17T11:35:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-17T12:03:25.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Stephen</title><content type='html'>On this past Sunday, August 14 in the Abbey chapterhouse our Brother Stephen made his Simple Profession, pronouncing simple vows for a period of three years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gU4oh4tgM/Tkvg6iSXhXI/AAAAAAAAATo/DHZVtXiPPiY/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B028%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641850254452557170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gU4oh4tgM/Tkvg6iSXhXI/AAAAAAAAATo/DHZVtXiPPiY/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B028%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Stephen reads his handwritten copy of the vows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMBgKv8myro/TkvgzEemc8I/AAAAAAAAATg/hQIwN0eSRLk/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B034.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641850126191719362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aMBgKv8myro/TkvgzEemc8I/AAAAAAAAATg/hQIwN0eSRLk/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B034.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dom Damian removes the novice's cloth belt and scapular.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641849944227220594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-DC_YUU0LtbU/Tkvgoem4jHI/AAAAAAAAATY/dOcYt6U_flI/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68G3MujyvEg/TkvgfPVKHxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pq_TZvzchiw/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B038.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641849785507520274" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-68G3MujyvEg/TkvgfPVKHxI/AAAAAAAAATQ/pq_TZvzchiw/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B038.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Dom Damian clothes Stephen in the black scapular and leather belt of the Professed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXU4eRNAMk0/TkvgOJefWCI/AAAAAAAAATI/5OhcrfnJoug/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B046%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 222px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641849491878271010" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-jXU4eRNAMk0/TkvgOJefWCI/AAAAAAAAATI/5OhcrfnJoug/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B046%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother Stephen kneels before the Abbot as he blesses him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHJAPXaV1U4/TkvgAjGUA_I/AAAAAAAAATA/dOJMWm5kvwA/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641849258238018546" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-YHJAPXaV1U4/TkvgAjGUA_I/AAAAAAAAATA/dOJMWm5kvwA/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B050.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The brethren come forward to embrace the newly professed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xCRsWalLy0/Tkvf2bMr-sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hM71eq9OcXQ/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B087%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 209px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641849084318579394" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2xCRsWalLy0/Tkvf2bMr-sI/AAAAAAAAAS4/hM71eq9OcXQ/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B087%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A photo of those who are in formation with their directors. From left to right: Brother Joseph; Fr. James, Dean of the Simply Professed; Peter Lynch, an observer; Brother Simeon, Submaster of Novices; Doug Enzor, an observer; Brother Stephen; Brothers John and Timothy, Father Paulinus and Father Luke, Novicemaster.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8866293611362808794?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8866293611362808794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8866293611362808794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/brother-stephen.html' title='Brother Stephen'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-P7gU4oh4tgM/Tkvg6iSXhXI/AAAAAAAAATo/DHZVtXiPPiY/s72-c/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B028%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8311633098583383533</id><published>2011-08-15T10:07:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-15T10:29:03.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady's Assumption</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGANS-HMIg/TkkoLBH01mI/AAAAAAAAARs/p52-OERE3ao/s1600/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B107%2B%25284%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641084178003187298" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGANS-HMIg/TkkoLBH01mI/AAAAAAAAARs/p52-OERE3ao/s320/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B107%2B%25284%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we rejoice as we celebrate the titular feast of our Order. This morning we processed through the cloisters chanting to Mary and venerating her icon pictured above. We love Mary and seek her love and protection always.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Blessed is she: within the bounds of her body was contained the Boundless One who fills the heavens, which cannot contain him.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is she: she has born the mighty giant who sustains the world, she has embraced him and covered him with kisses.&lt;br /&gt;Blessed is she: for to her Son the saints owe all their happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Icon of our Lady written by Brother Terence. Lines by James of Sarug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8311633098583383533?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8311633098583383533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8311633098583383533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/our-ladys-assumption.html' title='Our Lady&apos;s Assumption'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-4OGANS-HMIg/TkkoLBH01mI/AAAAAAAAARs/p52-OERE3ao/s72-c/Br.%2BStephen%2B-%2BSP%2B107%2B%25284%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2661181290491777265</id><published>2011-08-05T10:31:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:43:17.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Late summer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeN2Z0P_wrY/Tjv_IcY1xcI/AAAAAAAAARk/UKh6r8j1Pgo/s1600/abbey%2Bchurch%2B%25282%2529.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637379879108724162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeN2Z0P_wrY/Tjv_IcY1xcI/AAAAAAAAARk/UKh6r8j1Pgo/s320/abbey%2Bchurch%2B%25282%2529.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; At this point in August, we always notice a distinct change in the weather. Nights are cooler and the intense heat of summer seems to have passed. Flocks of crows invade the orchard behind the Abbey church to peck at fallen apples. And already some plants are drying and yellowing. The lore passed down by generations of the monks is that after Our Lady's feastday on August 15th the summer is really over.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZfmyotzoww/Tjv--PIEXFI/AAAAAAAAARc/e6p-NCXV30c/s1600/Abbey%2Bchurch%2Beast%2Bview%2Bwith%2Bremnant%2Bof%2Bwind%2Bmill%2B%2528destroyed%2Bin%2Bhurricane%2529%2Bat%2Bleft.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637379703750024274" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-jZfmyotzoww/Tjv--PIEXFI/AAAAAAAAARc/e6p-NCXV30c/s320/Abbey%2Bchurch%2Beast%2Bview%2Bwith%2Bremnant%2Bof%2Bwind%2Bmill%2B%2528destroyed%2Bin%2Bhurricane%2529%2Bat%2Bleft.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2661181290491777265?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2661181290491777265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2661181290491777265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/late-summer.html' title='Late summer'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-IeN2Z0P_wrY/Tjv_IcY1xcI/AAAAAAAAARk/UKh6r8j1Pgo/s72-c/abbey%2Bchurch%2B%25282%2529.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3465890008776911219</id><published>2011-08-03T15:36:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-05T10:45:03.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cottage</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jP-i3obodI/Tjmj70PDRwI/AAAAAAAAARM/whOoKtIGCI0/s1600/Picture%2B171.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 296px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5636716656660268802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jP-i3obodI/Tjmj70PDRwI/AAAAAAAAARM/whOoKtIGCI0/s320/Picture%2B171.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The stone Cottage at the Abbey provides accomodations for our candidates as well as special guests of the Abbot. Built in about 1929 with stones from the walls bordering the Alta Crest Farms property, it was a honeymoon cottage for the son of the dairy farmer and his new wife. As the monks adapted the farm buildings for monastic purposes in 1950, the cottage became the first abbatial dwelling. By the 1970's it was used to house vocational candidates.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3465890008776911219?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3465890008776911219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3465890008776911219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/08/cottage.html' title='The Cottage'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-8jP-i3obodI/Tjmj70PDRwI/AAAAAAAAARM/whOoKtIGCI0/s72-c/Picture%2B171.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7013292827329621104</id><published>2011-07-31T15:10:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-08-01T09:19:01.173-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anniversary</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zakv6jbJmSg/TjWpAtbM9-I/AAAAAAAAARE/6JZR9p38hDQ/s1600/ice%2B002%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635596338382829538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zakv6jbJmSg/TjWpAtbM9-I/AAAAAAAAARE/6JZR9p38hDQ/s320/ice%2B002%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Today we celebrate the Anniversary of the Dedication and Consecration of the Abbey Church. This is a special solemnity that is ours alone to remember. The rose window (detailed above in this photo by Brother Jonah) composed as it is from fragments of glass from the large lancet window in the church of the monastery of Our Lady of the Valley is an apt symbol of the many transitions that have marked our community's history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our community first took root at the monastery of Petit Clairvaux in Tracadie, Nova Scotia in the mid-nineteenth century. But in 1892 and again in 1896 disastrous fires devasted the monastic buildings. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Soon the monastery moved from Nova Scotia to Lonsdale, Rhode Island. The small community, accompanied by their livestock arrived in the summer of 1900, and regular monastic life was resumed on August 2. Their new home was called Our Lady of the Valley. When in 1950 this abbey was ravaged by fire, the monks were reminded once again that the ways of God are not our ways. The community of one hundred and forty persons was homeless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fortunately they had already purchased a large dairy farm in Spencer, Massachusetts in 1949. And the fire only accelerated the community's projected move. The monks soon adapted the farm buildings for monastic purposes. And on December 23, 1950, eighty monks took possession of Saint Joseph's Abbey. We continue to discern God’s loving plan and look with hope to our future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7013292827329621104?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7013292827329621104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7013292827329621104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/anniversary.html' title='Anniversary'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-zakv6jbJmSg/TjWpAtbM9-I/AAAAAAAAARE/6JZR9p38hDQ/s72-c/ice%2B002%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6950367972054288450</id><published>2011-07-30T14:53:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-30T14:59:37.638-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Longing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhlZS4CNHk/TjRUA8M246I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RQnwiIEvpCY/s1600/west%2Bcloister%2Bmonk%2B1-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 185px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5635221408884122530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhlZS4CNHk/TjRUA8M246I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RQnwiIEvpCY/s320/west%2Bcloister%2Bmonk%2B1-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;In a spirit of compunction and intense desire, they devote themselves frequently to prayer. While dwelling on earth, their minds are occupied with heavenly things, desiring eternal life with spiritual longing.&lt;/em&gt; So the &lt;em&gt;Constitutions&lt;/em&gt; speak of our life in the enclosure of the monastery. Somehow we are meant to bilocate, praying always, noticing the Lord's presence even now but longing for the fullness and the &lt;em&gt;more&lt;/em&gt; that is the Kingdom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6950367972054288450?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6950367972054288450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6950367972054288450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/longing.html' title='Longing'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-9xhlZS4CNHk/TjRUA8M246I/AAAAAAAAAQ8/RQnwiIEvpCY/s72-c/west%2Bcloister%2Bmonk%2B1-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-145833418948545312</id><published>2011-07-27T15:12:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-27T15:53:02.564-04:00</updated><title type='text'>From the Gardens</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cq2Us1y5Y48/TjBjWgxNeKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1YlAQEKkx-g/s1600/Baptist%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 221px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5634112372245100706" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cq2Us1y5Y48/TjBjWgxNeKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1YlAQEKkx-g/s320/Baptist%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; A giant bunch of summer flowers from the Abbey gardens adorns the altar for a solemn feast. Their beauty reminds us of these words from the &lt;em&gt;Spiritual Canticle&lt;/em&gt; of Saint John of the Cross:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;O woods and thickets&lt;br /&gt;planted by the hand of my Beloved!&lt;br /&gt;O green meadow,&lt;br /&gt;coated, bright, with flowers,&lt;br /&gt;tell me, has he passed by you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pouring out a thousand graces,&lt;br /&gt;he passed these groves in haste;&lt;br /&gt;and having looked at them,&lt;br /&gt;with his image alone,&lt;br /&gt;clothed them in beauty.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-145833418948545312?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/145833418948545312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/145833418948545312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/from-gardens.html' title='From the Gardens'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-cq2Us1y5Y48/TjBjWgxNeKI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/1YlAQEKkx-g/s72-c/Baptist%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2465460757566943720</id><published>2011-07-23T10:12:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-23T10:28:34.952-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ongoing Conversion</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sthZm8Y_aM4/TirXPzwOrOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/70vOp5qsoK8/s1600/pax.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 279px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5632550950570732770" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sthZm8Y_aM4/TirXPzwOrOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/70vOp5qsoK8/s320/pax.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As monks we promise to work at building up fraternal relations within the community. We try to bear with one another patiently, humbly, lovingly. Nevertheless as in any family conflicts sometimes arise. But committed as we are to ongoing conversion of life, we make efforts to seek reconciliation. Our &lt;em&gt;Constitutions&lt;/em&gt; put it well: "The preservation of unity among the brothers depends on a sincere and mutual effort towards reconciliation. To eliminate thorns of scandal from the community, the brothers are not to prolong the time of anger but, when there is a dispute, to make peace as soon as possible."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2465460757566943720?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2465460757566943720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2465460757566943720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/ongoing-conversion.html' title='Ongoing Conversion'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-sthZm8Y_aM4/TirXPzwOrOI/AAAAAAAAAQs/70vOp5qsoK8/s72-c/pax.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2859277863601137172</id><published>2011-07-19T15:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-19T15:24:35.108-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting Be</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIGtaPAk0us/Tg9uQCxjMrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BiQ92MY02Fw/s1600/008.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624835681510699698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIGtaPAk0us/Tg9uQCxjMrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BiQ92MY02Fw/s320/008.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We think the title of this picture could be, &lt;em&gt;What Should Not Be But Is.&lt;/em&gt; Wild bindweed, an invasive plant, twines about a drain pipe outside the Abbey kitchen. Perhaps unnoticed by the brothers who tend the gardens when it was just sprouting, it is now luxuriantly, elegantly out of place in the warmth and sunlight of midsummer. Perhaps a reminder of the beauty of accepting what should not be but is nonetheless and noticing the finger of God even there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2859277863601137172?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2859277863601137172'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2859277863601137172'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/letting-be.html' title='Letting Be'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tIGtaPAk0us/Tg9uQCxjMrI/AAAAAAAAAPk/BiQ92MY02Fw/s72-c/008.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2143992563825456351</id><published>2011-07-16T18:45:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-16T18:57:44.926-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFt0kalje_c/TiIV1dXqUpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yVoB1f8_gtg/s1600/New%2BBrothers%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5630086492327662226" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFt0kalje_c/TiIV1dXqUpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yVoB1f8_gtg/s320/New%2BBrothers%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Two new Vietnamese monks arrived at our monastery this week. These brothers will be the Abbey's special guests for the next two years. They will join us in our daily rhythm of prayer and work and hopefully become better acquainted with Trappist life in America. With joy and gratitude to God we welcome Brothers Bruno and Paul Loc pictured above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photographed by Brother Jonah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2143992563825456351?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2143992563825456351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2143992563825456351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/new-brothers.html' title='New Brothers'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-EFt0kalje_c/TiIV1dXqUpI/AAAAAAAAAQc/yVoB1f8_gtg/s72-c/New%2BBrothers%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3101749361080970951</id><published>2011-07-09T15:26:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T15:38:28.074-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Community Retreat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9S577NCWiI/ThisT8j8qGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2YmVLdcweKc/s1600/IMG_1432.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 259px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5627437193073829986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9S577NCWiI/ThisT8j8qGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2YmVLdcweKc/s320/IMG_1432.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;During this coming week the community will be on its annual retreat, a special time for greater silence and solitude. Daily conferences will be given to us by Dom Brendan of New Melleray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;"The love of God has been poured forth in our hearts by the Holy Spirit who has been given to us." Love itself moans, love itself prays; against it he who gave it cannot close his ears. Be free of anxiety; let love ask and God's ears are there.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photograph of Abbey glass by Brother Daniel. Lines from &lt;em&gt;Tractate 6: On the First Epistle of John&lt;/em&gt;, by Saint Augustine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3101749361080970951?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3101749361080970951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3101749361080970951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/community-retreat.html' title='Community Retreat'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-f9S577NCWiI/ThisT8j8qGI/AAAAAAAAAQU/2YmVLdcweKc/s72-c/IMG_1432.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5567179459735363185</id><published>2011-07-07T15:17:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-09T04:51:45.364-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monastery, a School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cV909ojVbLY/ThYGl9IHQjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YecV5DR70Ws/s1600/view%2Bfrom%2Bhasting%2Brd%2B2-11.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5626692033579532850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cV909ojVbLY/ThYGl9IHQjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YecV5DR70Ws/s320/view%2Bfrom%2Bhasting%2Brd%2B2-11.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Saint Benedict calls the monastery "a school for the Lord's service." For Cistercians the monastery would be a "school of love." And traditionally Cistercian monks became known as "lovers of the brethren and the place." Here in the enclosure of the monastery in a hidden life of work and prayer, the monk is Christ's student continually learning from Him the way to love God and his brothers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photograph of the Abbey by Brother Casimir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5567179459735363185?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5567179459735363185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5567179459735363185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/monastery-school.html' title='The Monastery, a School'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-cV909ojVbLY/ThYGl9IHQjI/AAAAAAAAAQE/YecV5DR70Ws/s72-c/view%2Bfrom%2Bhasting%2Brd%2B2-11.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1592167543315405566</id><published>2011-07-05T09:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T09:38:17.354-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Founders' Faith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--psY1O6Stwg/ThMN9ppT-WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6wVb5H748Bs/s1600/Bonaventure%2B004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 269px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5625855712318191970" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--psY1O6Stwg/ThMN9ppT-WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6wVb5H748Bs/s320/Bonaventure%2B004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We celebrated the Fourth as is our custom with a festive outdoor lunch on the Abbey breezeway pictured above. At the morning Eucharist Fr. Isaac spoke powerfully of the faith of the founders of our republic, who were "completely unabashed about their relationship to the Great Mystery we call God." This relationship was simply a fact of life for them, absolutely essential and of primordial significance. We pray that our nation will return to the truth of this essential relationship with the good God and realize that "a just society can only be achieved if it is also a good society, good for all its members, especially the most vulnerable."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1592167543315405566?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1592167543315405566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1592167543315405566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/founders-faith.html' title='Founders&apos; Faith'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--psY1O6Stwg/ThMN9ppT-WI/AAAAAAAAAP0/6wVb5H748Bs/s72-c/Bonaventure%2B004.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2233748757493308994</id><published>2011-07-01T08:32:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-07-02T05:14:11.425-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sacred Heart</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ59HFv1O-8/Tg2_EVeya2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3JPqfADvyR0/s1600/IMG_0908.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624361590862277474" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ59HFv1O-8/Tg2_EVeya2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3JPqfADvyR0/s320/IMG_0908.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps one of the most difficult parts of our life in the monastery is experiencing over and over again the painful, boring truth of our sinfulness and allowing Christ in these very moments to gaze on us with love and exquisite tenderness. It may feel like utter madness to allow ourselves to be the objects of Christ’s love and attention precisely in these moments. But it is the great reversal, the sublime trick of the monastic vocation- we thought we were coming to the monastery to gaze on Christ, but it is Christ Jesus himself who wants to gaze lovingly, compassionately upon us in our lowliness and poverty. It is almost unbearable and demands great courage and humility. For God in Christ loses himself in love over and over again. This is the essence of who God is, for God is Love. And Love longs to give himself away to us. God is Love and so he is always, always reaching out, using anything at all to get our attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQliXpeAd30/Tg2-5QGdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ojy8wO1p4Mw/s1600/IMG_0910.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5624361400439498658" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nQliXpeAd30/Tg2-5QGdZ6I/AAAAAAAAAPU/ojy8wO1p4Mw/s320/IMG_0910.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2233748757493308994?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2233748757493308994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2233748757493308994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/07/sacred-heart.html' title='Sacred Heart'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-BZ59HFv1O-8/Tg2_EVeya2I/AAAAAAAAAPc/3JPqfADvyR0/s72-c/IMG_0908.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8959406351756874652</id><published>2011-06-29T10:47:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:25:29.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You are Peter</title><content type='html'>&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKELmCmS0Mc/Tgs7Oz3dUQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w7q7_JW_WqA/s1600/IMG_1318.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5623653685329219842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKELmCmS0Mc/Tgs7Oz3dUQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w7q7_JW_WqA/s320/IMG_1318.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today we celebrate the great Apostles Peter and Paul. During Communion at this morning's Eucharist, we sang the ancient Latin hymn for this feast, &lt;em&gt;Aurea Luce.&lt;/em&gt; One stanza of this lovely chant follows in translation:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O happy Rome!&lt;br /&gt;Ruddied by the noble blood of these princes;&lt;br /&gt;It is not your praise,&lt;br /&gt;But their merits which excel&lt;br /&gt;All the beauty of the earth. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photograph of Abbey stained glass by Brother Daniel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8959406351756874652?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8959406351756874652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8959406351756874652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/you-are-peter.html' title='You are Peter'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CKELmCmS0Mc/Tgs7Oz3dUQI/AAAAAAAAAPM/w7q7_JW_WqA/s72-c/IMG_1318.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8682359935413328566</id><published>2011-06-23T16:11:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-24T16:20:13.347-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer Morning</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi4Imz6H5PE/TgOeIjFmtoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MhIleaoyDrM/s1600/fog%2B064%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 149px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621510629583402626" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi4Imz6H5PE/TgOeIjFmtoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MhIleaoyDrM/s320/fog%2B064%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Birthday of John the Baptist,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;the beginning of summer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;The Great Forerunner comes &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;to prepare the way for the Light &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;who will lead us in ways of peace.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;photograph of sunrise over the Abbey's hillside by Brother Jonah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8682359935413328566?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8682359935413328566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8682359935413328566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/summer-morning.html' title='Summer Morning'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Vi4Imz6H5PE/TgOeIjFmtoI/AAAAAAAAAPE/MhIleaoyDrM/s72-c/fog%2B064%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3622355891297926524</id><published>2011-06-22T10:27:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T10:40:16.479-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Preferring Christ</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9GSY3FXeM/TgH8VUoZ5PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8B-_cGtbV5Q/s1600/IMG_6701.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5621051253180720370" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9GSY3FXeM/TgH8VUoZ5PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8B-_cGtbV5Q/s320/IMG_6701.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;The organisation of the monastery is directed to bringing the monks into close union with Christ, since it is only through the experience of personal love for the Lord Jesus that the specific gifts of the Cistercian vocation can flower. Only if the brothers prefer nothing whatever to Christ will they be happy to persevere in a life that is ordinary, obscure and laborious.&lt;br /&gt;And may he lead them all together into eternal life. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the &lt;em&gt;Constitutions of the Monks&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3622355891297926524?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3622355891297926524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3622355891297926524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/preferring-christ.html' title='Preferring Christ'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7d9GSY3FXeM/TgH8VUoZ5PI/AAAAAAAAAO0/8B-_cGtbV5Q/s72-c/IMG_6701.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3420884374457010483</id><published>2011-06-09T16:12:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-12T15:38:02.254-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pentecost</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616315659370946818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-317sI-xvkWI/TfEpVe9E4QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lZd3jpgSMFs/s320/201_pentecost_pdv_28dec2005-3jan2006005.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;The Gospel chosen by the Church for this Pentecost Sunday takes us back fifty days to the evening of the Resurrection. Jesus wounded and risen has snuck in on the frightened apostles, as if on tip-toe, on cat’s feet, very quietly to introduce God’s consoling presence in the Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The disciples are in hiding, confused and probably feeling tremendously guilty, especially Peter. What should they have done to save Jesus? What could they have done? In all ordinariness Jesus seeks those whom he loves. He shows them his wounds, and he says, “Peace.” And then he breathes the Spirit on them, gently, most intimately, the warm breath of God. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;Bestowing his Spirit Jesus empowers them to forgive, for through his passion and death he has absorbed all recrimination, all reproach. God’s forgiveness is now abundant and free. God in Christ breathes the Spirit as in the beginning of creation, for this is "the beginning of new life for all believers in the risen Lord."*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Gerard &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Sloyan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3420884374457010483?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3420884374457010483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3420884374457010483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/pentecost.html' title='Pentecost'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-317sI-xvkWI/TfEpVe9E4QI/AAAAAAAAAOk/lZd3jpgSMFs/s72-c/201_pentecost_pdv_28dec2005-3jan2006005.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8135413594070769607</id><published>2011-06-08T10:20:00.020-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-08T11:10:02.749-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In Heaven</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBEX2Z2YRn0/Te-FeWCZwLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RFCnG-a7Cak/s1600/Field%2Bat%2BDaybreak.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 261px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615854016712523954" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBEX2Z2YRn0/Te-FeWCZwLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RFCnG-a7Cak/s320/Field%2Bat%2BDaybreak.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Christ Jesus, truly human, truly divine, is seated at God's right hand. He has taken our flesh to heaven. Earth and heaven are one. This is marvelously expressed in a hymn we sing these days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Yes, angels tremble when they see&lt;br /&gt;How changed is our humanity;&lt;br /&gt;That flesh has purged what flesh has stained&lt;br /&gt;And God, the flesh of God, has reigned&lt;/em&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photograph of Abbey meadows by Brother Jonah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8135413594070769607?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8135413594070769607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8135413594070769607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/in-heaven.html' title='In Heaven'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-FBEX2Z2YRn0/Te-FeWCZwLI/AAAAAAAAAOc/RFCnG-a7Cak/s72-c/Field%2Bat%2BDaybreak.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1163306564557208725</id><published>2011-06-03T10:30:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-03T11:18:13.572-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ascensiontide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EXhBqJ3CPU/TejwHHZvjjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzxoKMm80AE/s1600/Holy_Ascension.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 236px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5614000940554096178" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EXhBqJ3CPU/TejwHHZvjjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzxoKMm80AE/s320/Holy_Ascension.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Jesus has ascended to the right hand of the Father but promises to be with us always. He promises us an absence that is brimming over with divine presence. “It is better for you that I go,” he has said, not to abandon us but to be with us always in the Spirit, not time bound or Palestine-bound but always, “always, until the end of the age.” We are left to learn how to appreciate an emptiness that makes us available to a greater but truly mysterious divine fullness. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;We begin the novena of prayer to the Holy Spirit in these days of Ascensiontide preceding Pentecost. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1163306564557208725?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1163306564557208725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1163306564557208725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/06/ascensiontide.html' title='Ascensiontide'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4EXhBqJ3CPU/TejwHHZvjjI/AAAAAAAAAOU/QzxoKMm80AE/s72-c/Holy_Ascension.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7806284624058669558</id><published>2011-05-26T09:34:00.011-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T10:30:06.789-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden with Him</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6wid0GpnYk/Td5Xr3zqE1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UDRbLfiGgHc/s1600/IMG_1416.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5611018596976825170" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6wid0GpnYk/Td5Xr3zqE1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UDRbLfiGgHc/s320/IMG_1416.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;Be glad, find joy there, gathered together and present to Him who dwells &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;within, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;since He is so close to you; desire Him there, adore Him there, and &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;do not go off &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;looking for Him &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;elsewhere...&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;There is just one thing: &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;even though &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is within you, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;He is hidden.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saint John of the Cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7806284624058669558?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7806284624058669558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7806284624058669558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/hidden.html' title='Hidden with Him'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-s6wid0GpnYk/Td5Xr3zqE1I/AAAAAAAAAOA/UDRbLfiGgHc/s72-c/IMG_1416.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-777355546180993488</id><published>2011-05-21T08:55:00.015-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-23T10:54:26.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Incense</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwPR1WqrluI/Tde23q27PiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aEp3A9zSh5I/s1600/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B197.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="COLOR: rgb(0,0,0)"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 285px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609152928426966562" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwPR1WqrluI/Tde23q27PiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aEp3A9zSh5I/s320/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B197.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Here our Brother Robert prepares the incense for the entrance procession on a solemn feast. We always use incense during the Mass on Sundays, Feasts, Solemnities, and other important celebrations such as Ordinations. As we celebrate Christ’s fragrant self-offering to the Father on our behalf during the Divine Liturgy, the use of incense heightens our awareness of the beauty and grandeur of His wondrous oblation. How fittingly does the Psalmist ask that his prayer arise before the Lord as incense (&lt;em&gt;Ps. 141:2&lt;/em&gt;.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6_IpExESxg/Tde2n6ssSMI/AAAAAAAAANw/-wTgo6awFlA/s1600/DeaconDo_120.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 285px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: pointer" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5609152657801103554" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-f6_IpExESxg/Tde2n6ssSMI/AAAAAAAAANw/-wTgo6awFlA/s320/DeaconDo_120.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-777355546180993488?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/777355546180993488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/777355546180993488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/incense.html' title='Incense'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WwPR1WqrluI/Tde23q27PiI/AAAAAAAAAN4/aEp3A9zSh5I/s72-c/Dan%2527s%2BProf.%2BII%2B197.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-944901074532877691</id><published>2011-05-17T09:37:00.025-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-24T16:01:30.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brothers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother James assists Father Laurence the Abbey archivist. Father Laurence in his nineties still goes to his work in the archives each morning.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwW39n1J_HQ/TdJ6Z-y2qsI/AAAAAAAAANo/o607xPheIvo/s1600/DSC00030.JPG"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5607679072801303234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwW39n1J_HQ/TdJ6Z-y2qsI/AAAAAAAAANo/o607xPheIvo/s320/DSC00030.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A monk follows the common life in his monastery. The law of the common life is this: unity of spirit in the charity of God, the bond of peace in the mutual and unbroken love of all the brothers, communion in sharing all goods.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the Constitutions of the Monks &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-944901074532877691?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/944901074532877691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/944901074532877691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/brother-james-assists-father-laurence.html' title='Brothers'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RwW39n1J_HQ/TdJ6Z-y2qsI/AAAAAAAAANo/o607xPheIvo/s72-c/DSC00030.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6727347651761917469</id><published>2011-05-10T09:23:00.016-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T10:01:13.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Abbey in Spring</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605081630107593330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF6NeNA0azU/TclAC6uhanI/AAAAAAAAANg/mrAoD29NSEk/s320/Athanasius%2B003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8vCSU1kfZkU/Tck_13phM1I/AAAAAAAAANY/zwfjmm-rCNY/s1600/Athanasius%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The beauty of the Abbey in springtime calls us to prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETYLZ4ZThkg/Tck-t7AIytI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UbvqixCTDhY/s1600/Cluny%2B009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 302px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605080169892596434" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ETYLZ4ZThkg/Tck-t7AIytI/AAAAAAAAANQ/UbvqixCTDhY/s320/Cluny%2B009.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cuJNIQVJRYs/Tck-iXbfj9I/AAAAAAAAANI/nXo7FXELsy0/s1600/Cluny%2B006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605079971365097426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cuJNIQVJRYs/Tck-iXbfj9I/AAAAAAAAANI/nXo7FXELsy0/s320/Cluny%2B006.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The beauty of spring reminds us of the Beauty of God.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqftvHbwtoM/Tck-VRN6xeI/AAAAAAAAANA/I1NUIYMWxKU/s1600/Anselm%2B011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605079746359248354" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-TqftvHbwtoM/Tck-VRN6xeI/AAAAAAAAANA/I1NUIYMWxKU/s320/Anselm%2B011.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyF0CLLypq4/Tck-Lb0We8I/AAAAAAAAA/YGeResDuNQI/s1600/P%2526J%2B007.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 223px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605079577406110658" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AyF0CLLypq4/Tck-Lb0We8I/AAAAAAAAAM4/YGeResDuNQI/s320/P%2526J%2B007.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4S5_Gv4Q_o/Tck-AkQaOBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eJq7694mrgs/s1600/church-spring-1-08.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 239px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605079390692718610" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-m4S5_Gv4Q_o/Tck-AkQaOBI/AAAAAAAAAMw/eJq7694mrgs/s320/church-spring-1-08.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6727347651761917469?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6727347651761917469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6727347651761917469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/beauty-of-abbey-in-springtime-calls-us.html' title='The Abbey in Spring'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZF6NeNA0azU/TclAC6uhanI/AAAAAAAAANg/mrAoD29NSEk/s72-c/Athanasius%2B003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-135647629921064669</id><published>2011-05-04T16:14:00.010-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-06T05:17:41.972-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mary's Month</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABN4sqtciy0/TcGz3hoGYtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UJTGiBEEkos/s1600/madonna.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 229px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602957177926345426" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABN4sqtciy0/TcGz3hoGYtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UJTGiBEEkos/s320/madonna.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;May is Mary's month. &lt;/div&gt;She is never far from from our hearts and our prayer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;In dangers, in doubts, in difficulties, think of Mary, call upon Mary. Let not her name depart from your lips, never suffer it to leave your heart. And that you may obtain the assistance of her prayer, neglect not to walk in her footsteps. With her for guide, you shall never go astray; while invoking her, you shall never lose heart; so long as she is in your mind, you are safe from deception; while she holds your hand, you cannot fall; under her protection you have nothing to fear; if she walks before you, you shall not grow weary; if she shows you favor, you shall reach the goal.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Virgin and Child with Two Angels&lt;/em&gt;; Verocchio, c. 1475&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Text: Saint Bernard of Clairvaux&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-135647629921064669?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/135647629921064669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/135647629921064669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/marys-month.html' title='Mary&apos;s Month'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ABN4sqtciy0/TcGz3hoGYtI/AAAAAAAAAMo/UJTGiBEEkos/s72-c/madonna.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2483134166776487560</id><published>2011-05-03T11:00:00.006-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:28:46.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bread</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9KR6mKWE44/TcAY9io4-MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i21zFdEr4Q0/s1600/IMG_0302.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5602505381998295234" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9KR6mKWE44/TcAY9io4-MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i21zFdEr4Q0/s320/IMG_0302.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Here is our Brother Patrick making bread as he does many mornings each week in the quiet of the Abbey kitchen- whole wheat, plain white, sweet Portuguese-style or studded with plump raisins. After Mass the wonderful smell of baking bread fills the cloisters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We still use some of the ancient Trappist sign language. The sign for God is the thumbs of both hands touching each other with the index fingers touching and pointing upward- a triangle for the Blessed Trinity. The sign for bread is the same joining of the hands making this triangular shape but pointing outward and parallel to a table top- the shape of a wedge of fresh bread. It is delightful to notice the similarity. God is our Life, our true Bread, our Nourishment on the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2483134166776487560?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2483134166776487560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2483134166776487560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/05/bread.html' title='Bread'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-q9KR6mKWE44/TcAY9io4-MI/AAAAAAAAAMg/i21zFdEr4Q0/s72-c/IMG_0302.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5865604958805224628</id><published>2011-04-29T16:14:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-29T16:27:46.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eastering</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGa3YxgPVBA/TbsccBbw_JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Um-L-zXtUX0/s1600/Cluny%2B012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601101829312150674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGa3YxgPVBA/TbsccBbw_JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Um-L-zXtUX0/s320/Cluny%2B012.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We rejoice in the always unexpected beauty of a New England spring. All of creation speaks to us of the wonder of the Resurrection. We join the great English poet Gerard Manley Hopkins in his prayer, “Let Him easter in us, be a Dayspring to the dimness of us.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag7zSyBjiUs/TbscP4XSH3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JO7rsG7DRhI/s1600/Cluny%2B015.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5601101620719001458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Ag7zSyBjiUs/TbscP4XSH3I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/JO7rsG7DRhI/s320/Cluny%2B015.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5865604958805224628?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5865604958805224628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5865604958805224628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/eastering.html' title='Eastering'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGa3YxgPVBA/TbsccBbw_JI/AAAAAAAAAMY/Um-L-zXtUX0/s72-c/Cluny%2B012.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4254408047925317273</id><published>2011-04-25T16:28:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-30T05:09:14.038-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Wonder of the Resurrection</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssA3-ts2kPA/TbXZ9xkefOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vjb7bpu0Xbk/s1600/terrence%2Bicons%2B040%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 252px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5599621367006657762" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssA3-ts2kPA/TbXZ9xkefOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vjb7bpu0Xbk/s320/terrence%2Bicons%2B040%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Lord is risen from the dead, "trampling down death by death." We monks rejoice for the next fifty days of Eastertide, singing Alleluia over and over in a seemingly endless variety of ways. Alleluia expresses our wonder at the beauty as well as the incomprehensibilty of the Resurrection of the Lord. Jesus wounded, full of the holes and marks of His Passion, is risen and among us. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Wonder happens when we allow ourselves to be disarmed by God’s in-breaking and respond with reverent awe. Wonder requires us to acknowledge what we do not know or understand. It is a different kind of knowing that leads to a hidden humble faith. We wonder and we believe. Like being in love, wonder is a way of being that colors all we know. It lets us acknowledge miracles.* Like love, wonder allows all things, believes all things. It lets God be God, magnificent, extravagant and sometimes incomprehensible. Wonder says, "Yes." It does not demand certitude. Instead, wonder says, “Why not?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wonder allows God to be God- absolutely Other, beyond and also nearer to us than we know- allows us to be amazed at God's marvels in us, all around us. Wonder says, "You are God, you can do all things." Only a loving, faith-filled wonder can comprehend God’s incomprehensible power and beauty enfleshed in the wounded risen Christ. Let us give "thanks to the Lord for His unfailing love and His wonderful deeds" for for He has broken the bonds of pain and death for us, forever. The Lord is truly risen; let us rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Icon written by Brother Terence.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Some ideas from Peter de Bolla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4254408047925317273?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4254408047925317273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4254408047925317273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/proclaiming-his-marvels.html' title='The Wonder of the Resurrection'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ssA3-ts2kPA/TbXZ9xkefOI/AAAAAAAAAMA/Vjb7bpu0Xbk/s72-c/terrence%2Bicons%2B040%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3320229861803708542</id><published>2011-04-18T10:41:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T05:18:25.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>With Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7NE-VNnSl0/TaxOHAZvsdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A2HLXjZpns0/s1600/195.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 247px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5596934319188718034" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7NE-VNnSl0/TaxOHAZvsdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A2HLXjZpns0/s320/195.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As we accompany Jesus our Lord in his Passion and Death, we are aware as well of our own sufferings, the burden of our sinfulness and the pain of so many of our sisters and brothers throughout the world. Jesus gathers all of this into His Passion and will not allow it to have the last word. Jesus goes to His death, knowing that by enduring the horror of it all He can expose it for what it is- utterly powerless when Love endures it, when He endures it trusting in the Father's inexpressible love.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;In freedom Jesus goes to the place of mockery and scorn and pain to show us that it does not have ultimate power over us, for we belong to God. And so the event of Jesus’ lifting up on the cross obliterates impossibility. Now nothing is impossible. Jesus, God crucified, draws us into the beauty of God’s desire for our good, our peace, our freedom. Jesus smashes the barrier, so that we can hear the Father say over and over to us, “I know well the plans I have in mind for you, plans for your welfare, not for woe! Plans to give you a future full of hope. When you call me, when you go to pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart, you will find me with you, and I will change your lot.” &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(Jeremiah 29.11-14)&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jesus reveals a God who is always drawing us into life and the reality of our own belovedness; all this through His disfigured humanity, the disfigured divinity of God. Death no longer has the last word in His life nor in ours. The compassion of Jesus envelops us and so we need not be afraid ever again. The wounded, risen Jesus makes the tenderness of the Father available to us at every moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Image of Christ by Fra Angelico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;With thanks to James Alison for some of the insights included above.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3320229861803708542?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3320229861803708542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3320229861803708542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/with-jesus.html' title='With Jesus'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-b7NE-VNnSl0/TaxOHAZvsdI/AAAAAAAAAL4/A2HLXjZpns0/s72-c/195.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6850184985556922300</id><published>2011-04-11T14:55:00.013-04:00</published><updated>2011-06-29T15:24:50.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Passiontide</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vaaM4iLLiw/TaNO5UzdXlI/AAAAAAAAALg/TuophdBKVfI/s1600/abbey%2Bchurch%2Bcrucifix.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 226px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594401908868341330" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vaaM4iLLiw/TaNO5UzdXlI/AAAAAAAAALg/TuophdBKVfI/s320/abbey%2Bchurch%2Bcrucifix.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This morning our journey toward Jerusalem with Christ Jesus the Lord intensified. And at Vigils we began by singing these moving verses from an ancient hymn to the holy cross.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Faithful Cross, O Tree all beauteous!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tree all peerless and divine!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Not a grove on earth can show us,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Such a flower and leaf as thine.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Sweet the nails and sweet the wood,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Laden with so sweet a load.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;_&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6850184985556922300?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6850184985556922300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6850184985556922300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/passiontide_11.html' title='Passiontide'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3vaaM4iLLiw/TaNO5UzdXlI/AAAAAAAAALg/TuophdBKVfI/s72-c/abbey%2Bchurch%2Bcrucifix.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7918753794883732426</id><published>2011-04-06T16:04:00.036-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-08T08:22:19.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In the Monastery Kitchen</title><content type='html'>&lt;u&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0066cc;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 206px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564087732283698" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRcKg6ppz0g/TZzHaDjjqTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IKav-MBhNyg/s320/DSC00023" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Here is Brother Jude in the community kitchen preparing our noon meal. He always manages to come up with dishes that are simple but innovative and quotes Saint Elizabeth of Hungry who once said, "We must make people happy." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHiSkHKkB3o/TZzHVQZJKQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ABqycxI1gck/s1600/DSC00025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592564005278918914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SHiSkHKkB3o/TZzHVQZJKQI/AAAAAAAAALI/ABqycxI1gck/s320/DSC00025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7918753794883732426?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7918753794883732426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7918753794883732426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/in-monastery-kitchen.html' title='In the Monastery Kitchen'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-CRcKg6ppz0g/TZzHaDjjqTI/AAAAAAAAALQ/IKav-MBhNyg/s72-c/DSC00023' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5226484674896472390</id><published>2011-04-04T08:48:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-05-03T11:31:37.172-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoration</title><content type='html'>Yesterday as every first Sunday of the month was Retreat Sunday with Adoration of the Blessed Sacrament all afternoon. This day is set aside as a day of special prayer for vocations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJOdeM44gAo/TZm-oTFFJuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4NJ8-81KOhA/s1600/Corpus%2BChristi%2B001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 315px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5591710011882809058" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJOdeM44gAo/TZm-oTFFJuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4NJ8-81KOhA/s320/Corpus%2BChristi%2B001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I gaze on you in the sanctuary&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;to see your strength and your glory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For your love is better than life,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;my lips will speak your praise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;So I will bless you all my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Psalm 62&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5226484674896472390?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5226484674896472390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5226484674896472390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/adoration.html' title='Adoration'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yJOdeM44gAo/TZm-oTFFJuI/AAAAAAAAAKw/4NJ8-81KOhA/s72-c/Corpus%2BChristi%2B001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8027076463413805135</id><published>2011-04-01T08:44:00.009-04:00</published><updated>2011-04-01T09:06:55.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Spring Snow</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CLiglMCU7k/TZXLpq2i2CI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p-wMfVfwA44/s1600/IMG_6191.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590598429188479010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CLiglMCU7k/TZXLpq2i2CI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p-wMfVfwA44/s320/IMG_6191.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;An unexpected snow. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Saint Benedict calling us to silence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#666666;"&gt;Listen my sons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_f2M7mmo_3s/TZXK0BFiPbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_MVJcamE8F4/s1600/IMG_6189.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5590597507443998130" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_f2M7mmo_3s/TZXK0BFiPbI/AAAAAAAAAKc/_MVJcamE8F4/s320/IMG_6189.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8027076463413805135?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8027076463413805135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8027076463413805135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/04/spring-snow.html' title='Spring Snow'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3CLiglMCU7k/TZXLpq2i2CI/AAAAAAAAAKk/p-wMfVfwA44/s72-c/IMG_6191.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-874255309683231775</id><published>2011-03-28T07:49:00.023-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-29T18:58:06.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Brother Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foFQTAQANBQ/TZB8EJbib9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qgp8VLoFbEg/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103548259528658" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foFQTAQANBQ/TZB8EJbib9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qgp8VLoFbEg/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B027.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Joseph was clothed in the novice habit during Sunday Chapter. Born and raised in Argentina, Joseph is a biochemist who researched cancer treatment protocols before joining us last year. We rejoice to have him in our midst. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGqD_hSg_qs/TZB78X9fIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BOQtni6UHtA/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 184px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589103414721061458" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-FGqD_hSg_qs/TZB78X9fIlI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/BOQtni6UHtA/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B029.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; &lt;em&gt;Brother Joseph with Father Luke, our Novicemaster.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP7f_JXx8bQ/TZB6oEm_7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pg6bNqVrcgc/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B035.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589101966417456530" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LP7f_JXx8bQ/TZB6oEm_7ZI/AAAAAAAAAJ0/pg6bNqVrcgc/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B035.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUbjTpkldY0/TZB6aM80LRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LVPLl1ZQzHU/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B054.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589101728138276114" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-OUbjTpkldY0/TZB6aM80LRI/AAAAAAAAAJs/LVPLl1ZQzHU/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B054.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;O God, in that unutterable kindness by which you dispose all things sweetly and wisely, you gave us clothing, so that a triple benefit might be ours: we are covered with dignity, kept warm and protected in body and soul. Father, pour forth the blessing of your Holy Spirit upon us this morning and upon these clothes which your son here before us has asked to receive, so that he may serve you faithfully in the Cistercian way of life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPML--ZO7Xo/TZB6I-ETztI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uvs6dhfDtLU/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B068.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589101432085401298" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oPML--ZO7Xo/TZB6I-ETztI/AAAAAAAAAJc/Uvs6dhfDtLU/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B068.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnVUsCCmTsQ/TZB5-_sT8RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bDYnrNP18_s/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B097.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589101260722925842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-vnVUsCCmTsQ/TZB5-_sT8RI/AAAAAAAAAJU/bDYnrNP18_s/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B097.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vq-IzrJdZoc/TZB52tgPXCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UOckT4-kUKM/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B146%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589101118401502242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-vq-IzrJdZoc/TZB52tgPXCI/AAAAAAAAAJM/UOckT4-kUKM/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B146%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Father Luke poses in the garth with our novices- Brothers Joseph, Stephen, John, Timothy and Father Paulinus- &lt;br /&gt;and Brother Simeon, the Submaster of Novices.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAzd4Y4OrSs/TZB5mR8mw7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xjC5FdKEZcs/s1600/Br.%2BJoe%2B149%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5589100836126376882" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-PAzd4Y4OrSs/TZB5mR8mw7I/AAAAAAAAAJE/xjC5FdKEZcs/s320/Br.%2BJoe%2B149%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-874255309683231775?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/874255309683231775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/874255309683231775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/brother-joseph.html' title='Brother Joseph'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-foFQTAQANBQ/TZB8EJbib9I/AAAAAAAAAKE/qgp8VLoFbEg/s72-c/Br.%2BJoe%2B027.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7199769305647505139</id><published>2011-03-23T16:19:00.019-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-25T19:25:44.677-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Annunciation</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvhRw8BzpbI/TYpWfm2BgZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rtEP_CsxCd0/s1600/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B127%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 225px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5587373388709593490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvhRw8BzpbI/TYpWfm2BgZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rtEP_CsxCd0/s320/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B127%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333333;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine all through the ages God Most High searching, searching for a place to rest. Finally in the fullness of time God comes upon the perfect place for encounter, a place of quiet, beauty, peace and complete openness to Him. This place is Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine God’s joy. Through Mary, in Mary God can finally be what He could not be without her. In Mary God finds one who trusts Him absolutely. Mary is a flawless nesting place for God, who is always captivated by what is little, humble and small.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;There are so many annunciations, so many invitations to embrace our littleness, our nothingness, that great open space as a privileged place of encounter with the God of love. How to allow ourselves to be tenderly overshadowed by the God who loves us beyond all telling?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7199769305647505139?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7199769305647505139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7199769305647505139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/annunciation.html' title='Annunciation'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-cvhRw8BzpbI/TYpWfm2BgZI/AAAAAAAAAI8/rtEP_CsxCd0/s72-c/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B127%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-1255854550824280469</id><published>2011-03-21T10:51:00.018-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-21T17:03:12.013-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire at Our Lady of the Valley</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgGRjj_Nz9U/TYdmZ5oU1TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F0hBExlqybs/s1600/IMG_0003.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 202px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546457929110834" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgGRjj_Nz9U/TYdmZ5oU1TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F0hBExlqybs/s320/IMG_0003.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;On 21 March 1950, the Feast of Saint Benedict, the monastery of Our Lady of the Valley in &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;Lonsdale&lt;/span&gt;, Rhode Island was ravaged by a devastating fire. The original wing was destroyed; the church was rendered structurally unsound and would have to be demolished. The community of 140 monks was homeless. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuafki3WNXU/TYdmTqTuRaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3xj5GYRnTUQ/s1600/IMG_0002.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 231px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546350736950690" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nuafki3WNXU/TYdmTqTuRaI/AAAAAAAAAIk/3xj5GYRnTUQ/s320/IMG_0002.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Friends and neighbors of the monastery look on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;as the flèche goes up in flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUBvayNNcn0/TYdmMNTDaNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8m_osuUBqvw/s1600/IMG_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 257px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546222690429138" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SUBvayNNcn0/TYdmMNTDaNI/AAAAAAAAAIc/8m_osuUBqvw/s320/IMG_0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;laybrother&lt;/span&gt; assists the firefighters. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5586546074783093362" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-KyfUHa93OtY/TYdmDmTMknI/AAAAAAAAAIU/S3oLNGxhy8M/s320/IMG_0004.jpg" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Monks pray in the rubble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well before the fire the monks had been searching for a new location that would insure their solitude and economic stability, since the population in the area around the monastery had increased considerably. And by 1949 the community purchased a large agricultural property, Alta Crest Farms in Spencer, Massachusetts. The 1950 fire merely accelerated the community's projected move. In God's providence the end of one story became the seed for a new one.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-1255854550824280469?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1255854550824280469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/1255854550824280469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/fire-at-our-lady-of-valley.html' title='Fire at Our Lady of the Valley'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bgGRjj_Nz9U/TYdmZ5oU1TI/AAAAAAAAAIs/F0hBExlqybs/s72-c/IMG_0003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7210689861362120835</id><published>2011-03-18T10:35:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T16:59:25.762-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Go to Joseph</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG03CL8VE7Y/TYNuPv-l8AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZVJcbRurt1s/s1600/IMG_3742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585429179725639682" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG03CL8VE7Y/TYNuPv-l8AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZVJcbRurt1s/s320/IMG_3742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;As we celebrate the Solemnity of Saint Joseph our patron, we go to him as our great exemplar in faith and faithfulness. Perhaps brokenhearted, disappointed, surely confused, Joseph trusted God, and he trusted Mary. He let his life be turned around by God's desire to take our flesh. Saint Bernard will say that God had found in Joseph one to whom He could entrust His dearest secret. Joseph makes a home for God in Christ.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Joseph, son of David, do not fear to take Mary as your wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;For that which is conceived in her is of the Holy Spirit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEPNCAYdhFw/TYNt08qHrAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bJ3I5dzJNew/s1600/IMG_3744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 175px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 162px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5585428719272963074" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-PEPNCAYdhFw/TYNt08qHrAI/AAAAAAAAAH0/bJ3I5dzJNew/s320/IMG_3744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Photographs by Brother Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7210689861362120835?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7210689861362120835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7210689861362120835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/go-to-joseph.html' title='Go to Joseph'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dG03CL8VE7Y/TYNuPv-l8AI/AAAAAAAAAIE/ZVJcbRurt1s/s72-c/IMG_3742.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2476557100448049601</id><published>2011-03-16T20:23:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:39:13.701-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Patrick's Prayer</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ be with me, Christ within me,&lt;br /&gt;Christ behind me, Christ before me,&lt;br /&gt;Christ beside me, Christ to win me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tF_OQyqp9A/TYFVcEYstCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c46eJv0-0Bo/s1600/IMG_0916.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584838953618158626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tF_OQyqp9A/TYFVcEYstCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c46eJv0-0Bo/s320/IMG_0916.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Christ to comfort and restore me.&lt;br /&gt;Christ beneath me, Christ above me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3VqHE0iRFA/TYFVVhrJ6WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kUr1M_QMPXQ/s1600/IMG_0922.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584838841221114210" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-d3VqHE0iRFA/TYFVVhrJ6WI/AAAAAAAAAHk/kUr1M_QMPXQ/s320/IMG_0922.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;font-size:130%;"&gt;Christ in quiet, Christ in danger,&lt;br /&gt;Christ in hearts of all that love me,&lt;br /&gt;Christ in mouth of friend and stranger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2fhUd-HfdE/TYFVOXiMFwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YEMYHUUZ5yY/s1600/IMG_0934.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5584838718240069378" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-U2fhUd-HfdE/TYFVOXiMFwI/AAAAAAAAAHc/YEMYHUUZ5yY/s320/IMG_0934.jpg" /&gt; &lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excerpts from &lt;em&gt;The Breastplate of Saint Patrick&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;with photos of Abbey glass by Brother Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2476557100448049601?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2476557100448049601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2476557100448049601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/patricks-prayer.html' title='Patrick&apos;s Prayer'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-3tF_OQyqp9A/TYFVcEYstCI/AAAAAAAAAHs/c46eJv0-0Bo/s72-c/IMG_0916.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2844521061309821907</id><published>2011-03-09T10:17:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-16T20:41:00.099-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dust</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_K7qvgGNLl4/TXeaDzEZHFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/itVtwz3azr8/s1600/DSC00268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 298px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5582099653187935314" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_K7qvgGNLl4/TXeaDzEZHFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/itVtwz3azr8/s320/DSC00268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Fr. Abbot marks Br. Robert's forehead with ashes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;during this morning's Eucharist. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Dom Damian, our Abbot, invited us this morning to embrace the discipline of Lent with real intentionality. He reminded us that fasting means "holding fast" to our deepest desire, to Christ Jesus who is the Heart of our Desire. Lent is the springtime of the Church year, a time for new growth. The discipline of our Lenten observance will help us keep our hearts and minds fixed on Him Whom we  desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember that you are dust, and unto dust you shall return.&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2844521061309821907?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2844521061309821907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2844521061309821907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/dust.html' title='Dust'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_K7qvgGNLl4/TXeaDzEZHFI/AAAAAAAAAHM/itVtwz3azr8/s72-c/DSC00268.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-7332230371794790363</id><published>2011-03-07T09:18:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-07T09:24:30.417-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vision of Peace</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjQnJYz0OUs/TXTpSnv2A3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HZpBHoqKIeo/s1600/CCF03072011_0000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 195px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5581342344335459186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjQnJYz0OUs/TXTpSnv2A3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HZpBHoqKIeo/s320/CCF03072011_0000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We just came upon this image in a vintage picture book of Abbey photographs entitled, &lt;em&gt;Vision of Peace.&lt;/em&gt; The accompanying text reads in part, "Life today at St. Joseph's as at any Cistercian monastery is essentially the continuation and extension of the life led by that unique family, Jesus, Mary and Joseph at Nazareth- the Hidden Life...a contemplative life."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-7332230371794790363?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7332230371794790363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/7332230371794790363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/vision-of-peace.html' title='Vision of Peace'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WjQnJYz0OUs/TXTpSnv2A3I/AAAAAAAAAHE/HZpBHoqKIeo/s72-c/CCF03072011_0000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-4676062545738943899</id><published>2011-03-03T16:38:00.013-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-04T19:10:28.401-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Martyred monks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrkqLFhhtsw/TXAVh76dIgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aGZCiN0q2jc/s1600/pok.png"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 185px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579983611074781698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrkqLFhhtsw/TXAVh76dIgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aGZCiN0q2jc/s320/pok.png" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In May of 1996, seven of our Cistercian brothers of Tibhirine in Algeria were found dead; they had been kidnapped two months earlier. Caught in the conflict between the Algerian government and the extremist Armed Islamic Group, these monks chose to remain at their monastery amid threats from extremist elements and face death in solidarity with the Muslim neighbors whom they loved. A recent French film, &lt;em&gt;Of Gods and Men,&lt;/em&gt; tells their story. It was awarded the Grand Prix at the Cannes. We monks look forward to viewing this film about our brothers of Tibhirine when it becomes available on DVD. Their story reminds us of the love and selflessness we too have promised.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1HLbQ2TIM/TXAVcUnTH2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lm1IqLLi_dk/s1600/PIO.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 250px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 179px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5579983514626105186" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7M1HLbQ2TIM/TXAVcUnTH2I/AAAAAAAAAG0/Lm1IqLLi_dk/s320/PIO.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;The abandoned monastery of Tibhirine in Algeria.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-4676062545738943899?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4676062545738943899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/4676062545738943899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/03/martyred-monks.html' title='Martyred monks'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lrkqLFhhtsw/TXAVh76dIgI/AAAAAAAAAG8/aGZCiN0q2jc/s72-c/pok.png' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-8793204816628349429</id><published>2011-02-25T11:21:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T11:59:08.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Water</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To come to the living water of Christ, you do not need merit, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;all you need is thirst.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Blessed Guerric of Igny, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Twelfth Century Cistercian Abbot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaJkFooOm1A/TWfZmoevQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1fbz0ueJQNY/s1600/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B087%2B%25283%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 238px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5577665921246249954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaJkFooOm1A/TWfZmoevQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1fbz0ueJQNY/s320/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B087%2B%25283%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A pond in the Abbey woodlands photographed by Brother Jonah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-8793204816628349429?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8793204816628349429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/8793204816628349429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/living-water.html' title='Living Water'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-XaJkFooOm1A/TWfZmoevQ-I/AAAAAAAAAFk/1fbz0ueJQNY/s72-c/visit%2Band%2Bgarth%2B087%2B%25283%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-5875627043309094505</id><published>2011-02-23T09:25:00.017-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-23T10:08:34.532-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Truly Monks</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Work is an essential part of our day. Saint Benedict says in his &lt;em&gt;Rule,&lt;/em&gt; "they are truly monks when they live by the work of their hands." Our &lt;em&gt;Constitutions&lt;/em&gt; remind us that at work we follow in the footsteps of Jesus. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;This hard and redeeming work is a means of providing a livelihood for the brothers and for other people, especially the poor. It expresses solidarity with all workers. Moreover work is an occasion for a fruitful asceticism that fosters personal development and maturity. It promotes health of mind and body and contributes greatly to the unity of the whole community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9OgYLPZ4eQ/TWUZisYJC_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GtEVAOWMp60/s1600/bells%2Band%2BCT%2B082%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576891797386890226" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9OgYLPZ4eQ/TWUZisYJC_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GtEVAOWMp60/s320/bells%2Band%2BCT%2B082%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Francis at work in the Trappist Preserves kitchen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTGDLYbS8TQ/TWUZT5PVuRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDQh8Jlj--I/s1600/Br.%2BAnth%2527s%2Bpics%2B237%2B%25282%2529.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 242px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5576891543141595410" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-pTGDLYbS8TQ/TWUZT5PVuRI/AAAAAAAAAFU/GDQh8Jlj--I/s320/Br.%2BAnth%2527s%2Bpics%2B237%2B%25282%2529.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother Jonah gets a saw ready before heading out to trim trees and clear pathways in the Abbey woodlands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp./"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-5875627043309094505?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5875627043309094505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/5875627043309094505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/truly-monks.html' title='Truly Monks'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-C9OgYLPZ4eQ/TWUZisYJC_I/AAAAAAAAAFc/GtEVAOWMp60/s72-c/bells%2Band%2BCT%2B082%2B%25282%2529.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3861858815274100151</id><published>2011-02-19T16:55:00.011-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T17:24:39.783-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What God Wants</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yTKmMNiAj0/TWA-BXAit9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wDk4xpKC-vk/s1600/IMG_1435.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 304px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575524531761756114" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yTKmMNiAj0/TWA-BXAit9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wDk4xpKC-vk/s320/IMG_1435.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...the more He wants to give, the more He makes us desire, until He leaves us empty so as to fill us with blessings...God's immense blessings can only fill a heart that is empty. They come in that kind of solitude.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Saint John of the Cross&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;We pray that our solitude will be a space for Christ, a space that He can fill with His presence and His very Self.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ0QBtJlzzc/TWA9nbrro2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/h6zNEXZQLPw/s1600/IMG_1442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 307px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5575524086339838818" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kQ0QBtJlzzc/TWA9nbrro2I/AAAAAAAAAE8/h6zNEXZQLPw/s320/IMG_1442.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;These photographs of glass in the Abbey cloister by Brother Daniel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3861858815274100151?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3861858815274100151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3861858815274100151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/what-god-wants.html' title='What God Wants'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4yTKmMNiAj0/TWA-BXAit9I/AAAAAAAAAFE/wDk4xpKC-vk/s72-c/IMG_1435.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-2107380516687556377</id><published>2011-02-15T09:52:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-25T15:42:01.327-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our Lady</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAy5bK24wcg/TVqTUSrcDRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ODNh2oUrSnE/s1600/crivelli.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 187px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5573929465645108498" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAy5bK24wcg/TVqTUSrcDRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ODNh2oUrSnE/s320/crivelli.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;This painting of Our Lady at the entrance of the Abbey church reminds us that Mary is Gate of Heaven, our Way to Christ her Son. All the houses of our Order are dedicated to the Blessed Virgin Mary. And the name of our monastery is actually Our Lady of Saint Joseph Abbey.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;In a spirit of compunction and intense desire, monks devote themselves frequently to prayer. While dwelling on earth, their minds are occupied with heavenly things, desiring eternal life with all spiritual longing. May the Blessed Virgin Mary who was taken up into heaven, the life and sweetness and hope of all earthly pilgrims, never be far from their hearts. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;from the &lt;em&gt;Constitutions&lt;/em&gt; of the Order&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-2107380516687556377?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2107380516687556377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/2107380516687556377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/our-lady.html' title='Our Lady'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nAy5bK24wcg/TVqTUSrcDRI/AAAAAAAAAE0/ODNh2oUrSnE/s72-c/crivelli.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6073012996904405829</id><published>2011-02-10T16:52:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T10:15:34.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Father Vincent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRvovP7R3cg/TVRmfcCfRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kbCRj0QgMbI/s1600/Ordination_025.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 232px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572191329252754594" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRvovP7R3cg/TVRmfcCfRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kbCRj0QgMbI/s320/Ordination_025.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Brother Vincent Rogers was ordained to the priesthood by Bishop Robert &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McManus&lt;/span&gt; of Worcester in May of 2010. Family and friends gathered with the community in prayer and thanksgiving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JcxVg6niQ8/TVRmMNYfUfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/g0JsmHSUvOk/s1600/Ordination_069.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572190998900986354" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--JcxVg6niQ8/TVRmMNYfUfI/AAAAAAAAAEk/g0JsmHSUvOk/s320/Ordination_069.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ12U1i0nFg/TVRl5oSqq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0-EFeb6kV3o/s1600/Ordination_160.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572190679706807170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nQ12U1i0nFg/TVRl5oSqq4I/AAAAAAAAAEc/0-EFeb6kV3o/s320/Ordination_160.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Bishop &lt;span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error"&gt;McManus&lt;/span&gt; greets the newly ordained Father Vincent in the sacristy after the Mass of Ordination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIabq4_DJZg/TVRlhMvPreI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RxYm8a057vc/s1600/Ordination_167.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572190259993619938" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-SIabq4_DJZg/TVRlhMvPreI/AAAAAAAAAEU/RxYm8a057vc/s320/Ordination_167.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Father Vincent gives his first blessing to his father Robert and his wife Mary.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJt3g7lGALA/TVReh8FHMFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DlIKsJg9bag/s1600/P1010454.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 211px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572182576120410194" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tJt3g7lGALA/TVReh8FHMFI/AAAAAAAAAEE/DlIKsJg9bag/s320/P1010454.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Father Vincent presided at his First Mass on the following day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK56meJVFc4/TVReYobemuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pwVk--OguQ4/s1600/P1010362.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 282px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5572182416226687714" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-gK56meJVFc4/TVReYobemuI/AAAAAAAAAD8/pwVk--OguQ4/s320/P1010362.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We rejoice in his new ministry, grateful to the Lord for His abundant blessings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6073012996904405829?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6073012996904405829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6073012996904405829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/father-vincent.html' title='Father Vincent'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-hRvovP7R3cg/TVRmfcCfRKI/AAAAAAAAAEs/kbCRj0QgMbI/s72-c/Ordination_025.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-3357078005525249478</id><published>2011-02-05T15:29:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-07T09:06:11.602-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbey Snows</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU24ECF494I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xwJg9Va6_5g/s1600/IMG_6744.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570310693547734914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU24ECF494I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xwJg9Va6_5g/s320/IMG_6744.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;The snow keeps coming. The brothers are shoveling and plowing and longing for spring, even as we enjoy the beauty of the Abbey in winter.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Frost and chill bless the Lord; praise and exalt him above all forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ice and snow bless the Lord; praise and exalt him above all forever.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;Daniel 3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU23FNv6aiI/AAAAAAAAADk/WTsDDBrSOXo/s1600/IMG_6721.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570309614345021986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU23FNv6aiI/AAAAAAAAADk/WTsDDBrSOXo/s320/IMG_6721.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU22z2Jp9-I/AAAAAAAAADc/a13zcG3D9DE/s1600/IMG_6719.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570309315952768994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU22z2Jp9-I/AAAAAAAAADc/a13zcG3D9DE/s320/IMG_6719.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU20fLlKHhI/AAAAAAAAADM/NhbwjSDHrr0/s1600/IMG_4328.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570306761904758290" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU20fLlKHhI/AAAAAAAAADM/NhbwjSDHrr0/s320/IMG_4328.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU20OydhDVI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jpe6O-1X2og/s1600/IMG_6742.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570306480283913554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU20OydhDVI/AAAAAAAAADE/Jpe6O-1X2og/s320/IMG_6742.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A collection of photographs taken by Brother Joseph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-3357078005525249478?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3357078005525249478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/3357078005525249478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/abbey-snows.html' title='Abbey Snows'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU24ECF494I/AAAAAAAAAD0/xwJg9Va6_5g/s72-c/IMG_6744.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-524851984329980115</id><published>2011-02-05T11:11:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-05T11:18:31.195-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Noticing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU13P65lnqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWs-m4uB7ms/s1600/74.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 160px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5570239429519711906" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU13P65lnqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWs-m4uB7ms/s320/74.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;div&gt;One of the many gifts of monastic life is the blessing of noticing the goodness and holiness of our brothers in community. We are edified- literally built up- by their example. And we want follow in their footsteps as we make our way together to the Lord.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-524851984329980115?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/524851984329980115'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/524851984329980115'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/noticing.html' title='Noticing'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TU13P65lnqI/AAAAAAAAAC8/UWs-m4uB7ms/s72-c/74.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6076769525613236331</id><published>2011-02-02T16:11:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-02-03T07:04:44.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Through the Intercession of Saint Blaise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUnIvrj6veI/AAAAAAAAACw/2hQS6gCZWcA/s1600/IMG_1124.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 278px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5569203135693110754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUnIvrj6veI/AAAAAAAAACw/2hQS6gCZWcA/s320/IMG_1124.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This tiny window in a door in our cloister depicts Saint Blaise with wild animals. According to &lt;em&gt;The Golden&lt;/em&gt; &lt;em&gt;Legend &lt;/em&gt;gentle Blaise dwelt in a hermitage in the desert where birds came to feed him. He befriended and protected all manner of beasts, and hunters were not able to take any of them. Known for his goodness and gifts of healing, the sick often came to Blaise to be healed. We pray on his Memorial for the health and well-being of all in need.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6076769525613236331?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6076769525613236331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6076769525613236331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/02/through-intercession-of-saint-blaise.html' title='Through the Intercession of Saint Blaise'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUnIvrj6veI/AAAAAAAAACw/2hQS6gCZWcA/s72-c/IMG_1124.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6150148206013670690</id><published>2011-01-27T15:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:36:39.637-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Morning Eucharist</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUHTT_Uw6OI/AAAAAAAAACg/PLjjn1eWgVg/s1600/124.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 213px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566962954776144098" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUHTT_Uw6OI/AAAAAAAAACg/PLjjn1eWgVg/s320/124.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Brother Robert, Father Kizito and Brother Jonah facing East toward the sanctuary of the Abbey church during the celebration of the morning Eucharist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;...a sacrament of love, a sign of unity, a bond of charity, a paschal banquet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;in which Christ is consumed, the mind is filled with grace, and a pledge &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;of future glory is given to us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;from the Constitution on the Sacred Liturgy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6150148206013670690?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6150148206013670690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6150148206013670690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/01/morning-eucharist.html' title='Morning Eucharist'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TUHTT_Uw6OI/AAAAAAAAACg/PLjjn1eWgVg/s72-c/124.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5829352635530775895.post-6071588309068446912</id><published>2011-01-21T17:19:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T17:28:09.292-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paradise</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TToHXdmF8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rnq2m8c4qn8/s1600/IMG_0892.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5564768389232456450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TToHXdmF8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rnq2m8c4qn8/s320/IMG_0892.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;em&gt;We have in our possession a much better paradise than that of our first parents, &lt;/em&gt;&lt;em&gt;and that paradise is Christ our Lord.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;A text from Saint Bernard with a photograph by Brother Daniel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5829352635530775895-6071588309068446912?l=spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6071588309068446912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5829352635530775895/posts/default/6071588309068446912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://spencerabbey1098.blogspot.com/2011/01/paradise.html' title='Paradise'/><author><name>The Monks</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12736598136754847092</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mvpa0NGRn_4/TToHXdmF8wI/AAAAAAAAACY/Rnq2m8c4qn8/s72-c/IMG_0892.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry></feed>
