ST JOSEPH'S ABBEY, SPENCER MA

Anyone who gives you a cup of water to drink because you belong to Christ,  amen, I say to you, will surely not lose his reward.  Mark 9 How blest we are, though we may not know it or feel it or fully realize it - for we belong to Christ. We are his own. Nothing, nothing at all can separate us from him. We want to spend this Sunday recalling over and over, savoring this reality - we belong to Christ.  Photo by Brother Brian.

In the presence of the angels, I will sing your praises Lord. As we celebrate Saints Michael, Gabriel, Raphael, and all the holy angels and archangels, these messengers of God Most High, we recall that when we chant our praise to God, we join them. When we pray the heavens are thrown open, and we accompany the angels and saints in their endless praise.  Detail of The Assumption by Fra Angelico.

What advantage has the worker from his toil? I have considered the task that God has appointed for the sons of men to be busied about. He has made everything appropriate to its time, and has put the timeless into their hearts, without man's ever discovering, from beginning to end, the work which God has done.   Ecc. 3 In this morning's First Reading the author of the Book of Ecclesiastes reminds us that the Lord has put timelessness into our hearts. We are made for God, made for heaven, made for a Beauty and Truth far beyond, a Mystery very near that we glimpse from time to time with his grace.  Photograph by Brother Brian.

In May of 1996 seven of our Cistercian brothers of Tibhirine in Algeria were found dead. These monks were kidnapped from their monastery and beheaded by a group of Islamic terrorists trained by the al-Qaida network. 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. We were pleased to learn that our Trappist brothers will be among the 19 martyrs of Algeria beatified on 8 December this year in Oran, Algeria.  Pregnant Muslim women from the village adjacent to the monastery would often come to pray before the statue of Our Lady in the garden for safe deliveries. Muslims honor Mary as mother of Jesus the Prophet. We pray to her for an end to all terrorism, for peace, understanding and mutual respect between all Christians and Muslims. May these martyrs teach us to be...

“What were you arguing about on the way?”   This question asked by Jesus in today's gospel and met with a stony silence then is still being asked of us, each one of us here individually and corporately as members of Christ's body, the Church.   “What were you arguing about on the way?”   The word  “way” was the ancient name for the Christian faith, both as a theory and as people following in the footsteps of Christ along “the Way.”   Following and arguing!   The stony silence of the disciples is the silence of shame and embarrassment. To admit that they were arguing about who was or would be the greatest might make them feel foolish in the light of the fact that Jesus had just finished telling them for the second time of his imminent passion and death:   that as Son of Man he would drink the cup of suffering for their sake and for all people.   They had heard him say it, but their concern and really their minds were elsewhere: on their own ...

Many tax collectors and sinners came and sat with Jesus and his disciples. The Pharisees saw this and said to his disciples, "Why does your teacher eat with tax collectors and sinners?" He heard this and said, "Those who are well do not need a physician, but the sick do. Go and learn the meaning of the words, I desire mercy, not sacrifice. I did not come to call the righteous but sinners." Mt 9 Each morning Jesus sits at table with us. We are sinners , so hungry for the Mercy that he is. We are sick and desperate for healing, and our Physician comes to give us the Medicine that he is.

As we celebrate the Martyrs of Korea today, it is wise to remember that the cross happens when we love…or try to. And as we take up our cross, Jesus is our brave and compassionate companion along the way. In following him, we are made one with him. And he invites us to imitate him – in patience and hope in our Father’s most loving regard for us always. Love always gives itself away; it cannot be unaffected by the beloved’s troubles. As each morning we go up to the altar for Holy Communion, we go up to the cross, where Christ’s body was first offered, where the bread that is his body, God’s wheat, was finely baked in the heat of his passion. May the passion of Christ Jesus our Lord become our own more and more, as we eat his body and drink his blood. Vintage photo of the Abbey church.

This morning we listen as Jesus murmurs this hauntingly beautiful question to Peter and to each of us, “Who do you say that I am? Who am I for you?” Whatever we answer, however we have come to experience and love him, Jesus reminds us - the cross must be part of our relationship with him. We dare not shy away from it. And we can well imagine the apostles’ confusion as Jesus teaches them that he must suffer greatly and be rejected, killed and rise after three days. No doubt enjoying Jesus’ recent celebrity, they don’t want to hear about it. And Peter will go so far as to reprimand Jesus.  Jesus will have none of that. And he states emphatically, to Peter, to each of us in our reluctance, “Get behind me.” In other words: “Just follow me. Come after me.” To follow, is to carry the cross as Jesus our Master does. And always it is our own cross, probably unexpected, invariably not one of our own choosing but our own. We all have one; we do not go shopping f...

As the Church celebrates today a memorial in honor of Our Lady of Sorrows, we recall often images of Our Lady collapsing in Saint John's arms as Jesus breathes His last on the cross. Perhaps she was braver than that. As Mother of God, Mother of Jesus, she feels with God; she  compassions  as God does, empathizes with Christ's sacred wounded Body even now. Mary, given by Jesus to all his beloved disciples as their Mother, feels with us all the aches and sorrows of our hearts and minds and bodies.  Virgin and the Man of Sorrow , detail, Simon Marmion, c.1485, oil on panel, Groeninge Museum, Bruges, Belgium .

Tradition credits Constantine's mother Saint Helena with the discovery of the buried cross of Jesus during the second quarter of the 4th century in Jerusalem. Immediately this relic became the object of tender devotion and lavish ritual. The pilgrim nun Egeria has left us a vivid account of the ritual for exposition and the procession to venerate the cross on Good Friday in Jerusalem. The true cross became a nexus of holiness, sacred presence and healing. Egeria even writes of one overzealous devotee caught biting off a chunk of the cross during the Good Friday Liturgy. The Fathers of the Church loved to find in every reference to wood or tree, staff, rod or ark in the Hebrew Scriptures a type of the cross of Christ. Cyril of Jerusalem declares, "Life ever comes from wood!" Paulinus of Nola chants to the cross, "You have become for us a ladder for us to mount to heaven." And in an anonymous Easter homily inspired by Hippolytus, the tree of the cross reve...

The fairness of the day is come, The radiant dawning of the sun; And all the earth in every hue, To brightly shine begins anew. O Christ, who far outshine the dawn; To know you perfectly we long; To you we turn with hymns of praise, Who live and reign through endless days. Let all our speaking be sincere, Our hearts by truth and goodness cheered, That gladness, bright as dawning sun, May light our minds when day is done. As we sang this hymn at Lauds, we were reminded how much we long for Jesus and will depend on his loving-kindness all the day long. Photograph by Father Emmanuel. Excerpts from the hymn Sol Amoris .  

“And looking up to heaven Jesus groaned and said to him, “Ephphatha!”—“Be opened!”  Regardless of how it comes about, the tragedy of spiritual deafness is that connection is broken. We can no longer hear the voice of God. We can no longer hear the voice of the people in our lives. It seems that the only voices we hear are the ones in our heads. The only conversation we have is with our self. Such spiritual deafness is ego-centered. When we are spiritually deaf, we assume that ours is the only, or the most important, voice to hear. We end up cut off from God and others, and progressively closed to new ideas, understandings, and experiences. This is one way of understanding “hardness of heart.” Closed to new ways of thinking, behaving, and relating, we continue business as usual and nothing ever changes. Sadly, that makes for a lonely, isolated, miserable existence. How different our daily experience would be if we let nothing go by without being  open  to...

Devotion to the Blessed Virgin Mary is attested from the earliest days of the Church. And the oldest known written version of a prayer to her is found on an Egyptian papyrus from the Third Century. It is the prayer we sing to her each Sunday evening: We place ourselves in your keeping, holy Mother of God. Refuse not the prayer of your children in their distress, but deliver us from all danger, ever Virgin, holy and blessed. She will never forget us or neglect us, for her Son has entrusted us to her care. How fitting that we remember her Birthday, for she is gateway to the Hope, Holiness and Peace which is ours in Christ Jesus, her Son. 

If only we understood our dignity in Christ; if only we knew God’s gift. If only we knew God’s desire for us, then everything would be changed, transformed. “His desire gives rise to yours,” says Saint Bernard, “and if you are eager to receive his word, it is he who is rushing to enter your heart; for he first loved us, not we him.” We are  embedded in God, in his image, in God’s beauty, God’s Light.  Do we know our truth, our reality - that we are indeed sinners, often selfish and hardhearted but always beloved of God? If not, says Saint Bernard, “What glory is there in having something you do not know you have?”   Photograph by Brother Brian. 

How does the Father draw us? By love. For God is love, as St. John tells us in his First Letter. And love is known only by love. In the experience of being drawn, we experience nothing less than the logic of love: Amando trahitur , Augustine says, it is through the pleasure of loving that one is drawn. “Give me a man who loves, and he will understand what I say,” he says. As William of St. Thierry says, “In the things which pertain to God, the sense that allows the mind to attain them is love.” Love, William explains, is nothing other than a will that is vehement and well-ordered. And this love that is able to receive and be drawn by the God of love comes to us as a pure gift. When God comes to us as love, he brings with him the love that we need if we are to believe him and know him. In other words it is by remaining open to and accepting the grace of love offered by the Father through the Spirit of Truth that we come to the Son and through him to the Father. In this process our he...

In this morning's Gospel we see Jesus exasperated with the Pharisees because they have made an idol of religious observance and lost sight of the deeper truth  of  God's commandments, as they "cling to human tradition." But Jesus proclaims the law of love and compassion. He is the Icon, the perfect image of the Father's love, transparent to the beauty and truth that God is.   Photograph by Brother Brian. Meditation from Father Timothy's homily at this morning's Eucharist.

In today's Gospel we hear the parable of the talents. Our Father Simeon comments on the passage, "Our greatest talent and treasure is our ability to love, and in this enterprise the champion is the greatest risk taker, which means the one most willing to invest  himself ." As we celebrate Our Lady on this Saturday,   we recall that it  is Mary Our Lady who was most willing to risk everything in love and "invest" herself completely in God's plan. Thus she became most fruitful and gave us our one Treasure, Christ the Lord. Picture by Brother Brian.