Friday, July 21, 2023

Sacred Reading in the Monastic Tradition

 "The monastic style of life that evolved in the West after the Desert Fathers and St. Benedict is supported by a triple base. Sacred reading, manual work, and liturgical prayer constitute the threefold footing of our daily life. The personal stability of each monk or nun in the monastic vocation depends in part on this triadic foundation."

Sacred Reading as Encounter

"Sacred reading is a process of assimilating the word of God and letting its meaning spread through my blood into every part of my being, a process of impregnation, interiorization, personalization of the word of God. Yet the process is a gentle one. The Lord does not come in an earthquake but in a soft, whispering sound (1K 19:22). In the course of my sacred reading I meet the Lord in living faith, hope and love. The encounter takes place without drama, as I quietly savor and relish the mystery of God's caring presence. The encounter is real without being extraordinary or spectacular."

"Repeated encounters with the word of God will bring about a gradual transformation as my thinking and willing become progressively harmonized with God's will."

"I begin to discover the truth that 'not by bread alone does man live, but by every word that comes from the mouth of the Lord' (Dt 8:3, Mt 4:4)."

Excerpts from the book Monastic Practices, by Charles Cummings, OCSO













Artwork by a monk of St. Joseph's Abbey

Wednesday, July 19, 2023

Looking Back At The Abbey's Construction

Saint Joseph’s Abbey was constructed between the years 1950-1953 on the site of the former Alta Crest Dairy Farm. The monastery began to take shape by adapting the existing farm buildings for monastic purposes, and on December 23, 1950 eighty monks took possession of the abbey. Ground was broken for the abbey church and quadrangle on March 19, 1952. Many of the monks were apprenticed to the building trades and were integral to the Abbey’s construction.









Tuesday, July 18, 2023


Encyclical Letter

LUMEN FIDEI 
OF THE SUPREME PONTIFF 
FRANCIS 
TO THE BISHOPS PRIESTS AND DEACONS 
CONSECRATED PERSONS 
AND THE LAY FAITHFUL
ON FAITH

 

 

1. The light of Faith: this is how the Church’s tradition speaks of the great gift brought by Jesus. In John’s Gospel, Christ says of himself: "I have come as light into the world, that whoever believes in me may not remain in darkness" (Jn 12:46). Saint Paul uses the same image: "God who said ‘Let light shine out of darkness,’ has shone in our hearts" (2 Cor 4:6). The pagan world, which hungered for light, had seen the growth of the cult of the sun god, Sol Invictus, invoked each day at sunrise. Yet though the sun was born anew each morning, it was clearly incapable of casting its light on all of human existence. The sun does not illumine all reality; its rays cannot penetrate to the shadow of death, the place where men’s eyes are closed to its light. "No one — Saint Justin Martyr writes — has ever been ready to die for his faith in the sun".[1] Conscious of the immense horizon which their faith opened before them, Christians invoked Jesus as the true sun "whose rays bestow life".[2] To Martha, weeping for the death of her brother Lazarus, Jesus said: "Did I not tell you that if you believed, you would see the glory of God?" (Jn 11:40). Those who believe, see; they see with a light that illumines their entire journey, for it comes from the risen Christ, the morning star which never sets. 

An illusory light?

2. Yet in speaking of the light of faith, we can almost hear the objections of many of our contemporaries. In modernity, that light might have been considered sufficient for societies of old, but was felt to be of no use for new times, for a humanity come of age, proud of its rationality and anxious to explore the future in novel ways. Faith thus appeared to some as an illusory light, preventing mankind from boldly setting out in quest of knowledge. The young Nietzsche encouraged his sister Elisabeth to take risks, to tread "new paths… with all the uncertainty of one who must find his own way", adding that "this is where humanity’s paths part: if you want peace of soul and happiness, then believe, but if you want to be a follower of truth, then seek".[3] Belief would be incompatible with seeking. From this starting point Nietzsche was to develop his critique of Christianity for diminishing the full meaning of human existence and stripping life of novelty and adventure. Faith would thus be the illusion of light, an illusion which blocks the path of a liberated humanity to its future. 

3. In the process, faith came to be associated with darkness. There were those who tried to save faith by making room for it alongside the light of reason. Such room would open up wherever the light of reason could not penetrate, wherever certainty was no longer possible. Faith was thus understood either as a leap in the dark, to be taken in the absence of light, driven by blind emotion, or as a subjective light, capable perhaps of warming the heart and bringing personal consolation, but not something which could be proposed to others as an objective and shared light which points the way. Slowly but surely, however, it would become evident that the light of autonomous reason is not enough to illumine the future; ultimately the future remains shadowy and fraught with fear of the unknown. As a result, humanity renounced the search for a great light, Truth itself, in order to be content with smaller lights which illumine the fleeting moment yet prove incapable of showing the way. Yet in the absence of light everything becomes confused; it is impossible to tell good from evil, or the road to our destination from other roads which take us in endless circles, going nowhere. 

A light to be recovered

4. There is an urgent need, then, to see once again that faith is a light, for once the flame of faith dies out, all other lights begin to dim. The light of faith is unique, since it is capable of illuminating every aspect of human existence. A light this powerful cannot come from ourselves but from a more primordial source: in a word, it must come from God. Faith is born of an encounter with the living God who calls us and reveals his love, a love which precedes us and upon which we can lean for security and for building our lives. Transformed by this love, we gain fresh vision, new eyes to see; we realize that it contains a great promise of fulfilment, and that a vision of the future opens up before us. Faith, received from God as a supernatural gift, becomes a light for our way, guiding our journey through time. On the one hand, it is a light coming from the past, the light of the foundational memory of the life of Jesus which revealed his perfectly trustworthy love, a love capable of triumphing over death. Yet since Christ has risen and draws us beyond death, faith is also a light coming from the future and opening before us vast horizons which guide us beyond our isolated selves towards the breadth of communion. We come to see that faith does not dwell in shadow and gloom; it is a light for our darkness. Dante, in the Divine Comedy, after professing his faith to Saint Peter, describes that light as a "spark, which then becomes a burning flame and like a heavenly star within me glimmers".[4] It is this light of faith that I would now like to consider, so that it can grow and enlighten the present, becoming a star to brighten the horizon of our journey at a time when mankind is particularly in need of light. 

5. Christ, on the eve of his passion, assured Peter: "I have prayed for you that your faith may not fail" (Lk 22:32). He then told him to strengthen his brothers and sisters in that same faith. Conscious of the duty entrusted to the Successor of Peter, Benedict XVI proclaimed the present Year of Faith, a time of grace which is helping us to sense the great joy of believing and to renew our wonder at the vast horizons which faith opens up, so as then to profess that faith in its unity and integrity, faithful to the memory of the Lord and sustained by his presence and by the working of the Holy Spirit. The conviction born of a faith which brings grandeur and fulfilment to life, a faith centred on Christ and on the power of his grace, inspired the mission of the first Christians. In the acts of the martyrs, we read the following dialogue between the Roman prefect Rusticus and a Christian named Hierax: "‘Where are your parents?’, the judge asked the martyr. He replied: ‘Our true father is Christ, and our mother is faith in him’".[5]For those early Christians, faith, as an encounter with the living God revealed in Christ, was indeed a "mother", for it had brought them to the light and given birth within them to divine life, a new experience and a luminous vision of existence for which they were prepared to bear public witness to the end.

Monday, July 17, 2023

 “It is natural for a man to desire what he reckons better than that which he has already, and be satisfied with nothing which lacks that special quality which he misses. Thus, if it is for her beauty that he loves his wife, he will cast longing eyes after a fairer woman. If he is clad in a rich garment, he will covet a costlier one; and no matter how rich he may be he will envy a man richer than himself. Do we not see people every day, endowed with vast estates, who keep on joining field to field, dreaming of wider boundaries for their lands? Those who dwell in palaces are ever adding house to house, continually building up and tearing down, remodeling and changing. Men in high places are driven by insatiable ambition to clutch at still greater prizes. And nowhere is there any final satisfaction, because nothing there can be defined as absolutely the best or highest. But it is natural that nothing should content a man's desires but the very best, as he reckons it. Is it not, then, mad folly always to be craving for things which can never quiet our longings, much less satisfy them? No matter how many such things one has, he is always lusting after what he has not; never at peace, he sighs for new possessions.” 


St. Bernard of Clairvaux, On Loving God






Saint Bernard of Clairvaux

Workshop of Fra Filippo Lippi, Italian

ca. 1447–1469


On view at The Met Fifth Avenue in Gallery 954

Used With Permission

Sunday, July 16, 2023

Fifteenth Sunday


We know that in the Palestine of Jesus’ day, sowing involved broadcasting handfuls of seed which were later plowed under. In the exaggerated scene Jesus depicts for us this morning, it seems the sower is a bit too generous, scattering the seeds rather haphazardly. They’re going everywhere - over brambles, rocks, well-trodden pathways and hungry birds are constantly swooping overhead. The parable gives us an image of the dynamic outward movement of God, as in the beginning of creation, always moving beyond the sphere of his own self-sufficient Being into the void of nothingness. God is constantly pouring himself in abundance into what is not-God.”* It is this outpouring of Godself that takes flesh in Christ Jesus Our Lord. Jesus himself is the divine Sower who gives himself away to us completely, scattering his word, his very self upon us constantly. He is that Grain of Wheat falling to the earth, dying and rising for us, and bearing abundant fruit in us if we will allow him. In the condescension of his tender mercy, Jesus has come down to restore the beauty of our long-fallow garden, neglected and weedy with our sin and blindness and what Isaiah will call, our grossness of heart.

So it is that this parable becomes for us “an extension of the mystery of Jesus’ own person.”* Jesus is this amazing superfluity of God’s self-gift to us; perfectly expressed in his signs and words, in his passion, dying and resurrection. It is he who reveals once and for all the immeasurability of God's love and compassion. In Jesus, the reign of God has arrived; the day of salvation is here and now. And this lavish gift of God in Christ begs only our openness to receive its extravagant abundance. It's all there for us, our work then is ceaseless receptivity, availability. But how exactly, we might ask.

Well, one day Abba Lot went to Abba Joseph with just such a question: “Abba, as far as I can I say my little office, I fast a little, I pray and meditate, I live in peace as far as I can, I purify my thoughts. What else can I do?” The old man stood up and stretched his hands toward heaven. His fingers became like ten lamps of fire, and he said to him, “If you will, you can become all flame.” I imagine that in the Cistercian version, if there were such a thing, Abba Joseph would bend down, smile and answer instead – “If you will, you can become all dirt.”

You can become all dirt, good rich soil – absolutely grounded in the reality of your nothingness, your need and brokenness. Become all humility as you acknowledge your sins and your weakness. Do not fear to go down to that place of bitter self-knowledge, for it is there that you will receive all that the Lord in his mercy longs to give you. Humility then, my brothers, is freedom from the burden of pretension and untruth. And though “alluring in its beauty,” such humility may be “terrifying in its demands;”* for we need courage to be all dirt and wait there. But rest assured, he will find us; he wants nothing more than our openness.

This is our place as monks - down there where Jesus has cast himself for our sake, coming down low to share unreservedly in all that we are. How blessed then to be good rich earth, humus. Humility is then not so much discipline or virtue but the way to relationship with Christ Jesus. It is good to go down low because he is down there waiting for us. Where else would we want to be?  If God is giving himself so graciously, our only task is to stay in place and receive. “The gaze of faith keeps us in place. There we abide in love.”*

This is how we pray best - down there where bitter self-knowledge has left us. Our only business is continually showing up, available for the abundance he longs to lavish upon us. And if we are brave enough to notice the thorns of self-righteousness and pride, our passions raging like hungry birds or most bitter of all our rock-hard hearts gross and insensitive – it’s all good, if it brings us down low to our reality.

Such is our continuous dance of descent as monks, down, down, over and over. As Thomas Merton will remind us “we are invited to forget ourselves on purpose, cast our awful solemnity to the winds” and join in the “the endless dance of the Lord in emptiness,” this endless dance of falling and rising with Christ. For when we fall, he can raise us up, which is what he delights in doing. Our business is self-forgetfulness and perseverance in prayer, in work, in love, allowing the Lord to lead, choreograph our days.

The following lines, written by the great American dancer and choreographer Martha Graham as advice to her dancers, sound like they might be good advice for us monks as well, as we try to get the steps right. Here’s what she says: "Nobody cares if you can't dance well. Just get up and dance. Great dancers are great because of their passion…There is a vitality, a life force, an energy, a quickening that is translated through you into action, and because there is only one of you in all of time, this expression is unique...It is not your business to determine how good it is nor how valuable nor how it compares with other expressions. It is your business to … keep yourself open and aware… (Just keep praying!) … [There is] no satisfaction …There is only a… divine dissatisfaction, a blessed unrest that keeps us marching and makes us…alive."

In other words, my brothers, just keep falling, just keep dancing, becoming all dirt for Christ’s sake, to receive with love and deep gratitude all that he is constantly scattering over us – the seed of love and truth and boundless compassion that he is. This must be our passion, our discipline.

Monotype in oil colors, heightened with pastel, Edgar Degas, 1892, 10 x 13 3/8 in. The Metropolitan Museum of Art, Used with permission.

Homily by one of our monks with insights from Fr. Simeon Leiva, Donald Senior., Bishop Robert Barron, Fr. Iain Matthew. 

Friday, July 14, 2023

Saint Kateri

Saint Kateri Tekakwitha was born in 1656 in the Mohawk village of Ossernenon, in northern New York. When she was about four years old, her parents and younger brother died in a smallpox outbreak. Kateri survived the illness but remained sickly and was left with facial scars and damaged eyesight. So she was nicknamed Tekakwitha - “she who bumps into things.”

Kateri became fascinated by the work and message of the Jesuit missionaries, and she was baptized at the age of twenty. And just as Jesus predicts this morning, she endured ridicule from neighbors in her village; Kateri was undaunted. It seems, my sisters and brothers, that Kateri Tekakwitha, “she who bumps into things” had bumped into Jesus and was completely taken with Him, with his Beauty and Truth.

Very soon, perhaps with more ardor than good sense, Kateri became attracted to extreme asceticism; nothing was too difficult for her to endure for the One she loved. This undermined her already poor health, and at the age of twenty-four Kateri passed to the Lord. Everyone who witnessed her death told how within minutes her smallpox scars disappeared and her skin became radiant.

Kateri Tekakwitha had been completely transformed, soul and body, as she gazed upon the Face of Christ.

Let us allow him to gaze upon us in his mercy.

Tuesday, July 11, 2023

Saint Benedict

What exactly is it that we celebrate on today’s solemnity of Our Holy Father Benedict? It seems to me that, in honoring the Patriarch of Western monasticism liturgically, we are not memorializing the existence of monastic life as such, or even the Holy Rule that came from his pen. Rather, I’d say we’re celebrating the source of the Rule and of the way of life it teaches. This source can be nothing other than St Benedict’s personal holiness—that is, the heroic struggles and perseverance in love that mark his life through his fidelity to grace. Without such holiness, offered by God and embraced by St Benedict, the Rule by which we Cistercian monks have vowed to live could never have come into existence.  

In today’s gospel, the Lord Jesus assures us: You did not choose me, but I chose you and appointed you that you should go and bear fruit and that your fruit should abide. For us who are consecrated to live monastic life in this abbey, our response to the call of Jesus is inseparable from St Benedict’s paternity of us through the Rule, and from our sharing consequently in the particular graces of his holiness. So I would like to point out one glaring feature that all three of today’s readings have in common, something that can perhaps help us better understand the kind of relationship we ought to cultivate with St Benedict in living out our Benedictine-Cistercian vocation.  

This striking feature is the fact that, in each selection from Scripture, we hear the voice of a wise speaker imparting spiritual instruction. In the first reading, it is Solomon; in the second, St Paul addresses his beloved “saints”, the members of the church at Corinth; and in the gospel, the Lord Jesus converses intimately with his disciples at the Last Supper. In each case we sense the existence of a strong bond between the wise teacher and those he addresses, a bond that deserves to be called paternal. The ardor, kindness, firmness and serenity of each seasoned elder are clear signs that he is speaking out of a deep love, and thus endeavoring to generate new life in those with whom he is sharing the most precious treasure of his heart. In the case of Jesus, this treasure is nothing less than his eternal relationship with the Father.

The communication of divine wisdom, these readings show, can happen only in the context of an I-Thou dialogue, where heart can speak freely to heart. We, too, have to come alive to the truths the Rule contains, engaging the heart of Benedict that birthed.  Casual indifference and neglect can turn the Rule from an easy and life-giving yoke into a cumbersome dead and deadening letter—that is, if we refuse in practice to enter into a promising I-Thou exchange with its author.

In other words, an attitude of docile receptivity as we listen to the master’s words is of the essence in this dialogue, and the disciple can be receptive only when motivated by an absolute trust that his elder is speaking with love and on the basis of what he has himself long lived, struggled with, and made his own. The wisdom that passes from master to disciple is no abstract doctrine, but the fruit of the lived experience of God. Joy in God, in the truth, in fullness of life, in filial communion, is the result of the willingness of the elder to generate new life, to open up to another the heart of his experience so as to allow the torrent of God’s love that dwells there to pass over into a beloved spiritual son. To my mind, such is the meaning of the first verse of the Holy Rule: “Listen, O my son, to the teachings of your master, and turn to them with the ear of your heart. Willingly accept the advice of a devoted father and put it into action.”

While ultimately a mere, humble pedagogue when compared to Christ, Benedict, along our way to Christ, must at times speak to us like both a teacher and a father, as he does here, but only vicariously, by way diaconal representation. No one is more aware than St Benedict that, in fact, the race of Adam and Eve has only one Father, from whom every fatherhood, in heaven or on earth, takes its name (Eph 3:14-15, NJB). For me the most moving aspect of the Rule is St Benedict’s pedagogical desire to introduce us, his filial charges, to the paradise of life and joy he has himself discovered by living in a monastery in obedience to God and in communion with the brothers. To this paradise of life and joy Benedict gives the more sober name of school of the Lord’s service.

Still within this context of life-giving dialogue, you may have noticed that each of our readings abounds in conditional if-clauses, such as Solomon’s if you receive my words, Paul’s if I deliver up my body to be burned, and especially Jesus’ if you keep my commandments. The hard-hitting meaning of all these conditional clauses is that the goodness, generosity and love of the teacher, in order to have their intended effect, must be reciprocated by his hearer, love for love. The disciple’s humble and entreating eagerness to listen and learn, his attitude of deep receptivity, is the essential first step, but it is not enough; only the learner’s desire to obey the instructions and commands he has been privileged to receive can move his will to put the received wisdom into practice.

Paternal, generative love has been the motor force impelling the elder to teach, and the corollary it elicits—obedient, filial love—must now drive the disciple’s response to incarnate creatively in his life the truths he has received. In the process of spiritual rebirth, we must actively want to be regenerated and must cooperate intensely in the shaping of our own new life. Nothing here happens to us automatically, for grace is highly personal and intensely engaging. Otherwise, the attempted regeneration, even when it is God attempting it, will result in sad fetal miscarriage. By our non-responsiveness we can tie up the hands even of an omnipotent and loving God, for love cannot be imposed. To love is to respond with glad freedom, to surrender to the Beloved with mirth.

In today’s second reading, St Paul sings his famous Hymn to Divine Charity, in which he exposes the tragic vacuity of apparently religious actions that do not have love as their real driving force: If I speak in the tongues of men and of angels, and so forth. No matter how well one has learned one’s theology and how impressively one has performed even heroic-seeming religious deeds (which surely include every aspect of monastic observance and, in fact, monastic life itself!), if supernatural charity is not the fire fueling those actions and observances, then the Christian monk is nothing but a noisy gong or a clanging cymbal. This is why St Benedict declares, with unusual absoluteness, that one of the indispensable “Instruments of Good Works” is To prefer nothing to the love of Christ (RB 4).

Yet, transcending even this extraordinary hymn, today’s gospel not only speaks about and exalts divine love but actually brings us into the very presence of Love incarnate by ushering us into the presence of Jesus, the personal and living Wisdom of the Father. This passage of John’s Gospel initiates us into the mystical dimension of Love. Here, Jesus invites us to abide in himself as he abides in his Father. Ultimately, we would have to speak with Bishop Barron of Eucharistic coinherence. Indeed, the chief benefit of the Incarnation is that, in Christ, we encounter God himself without further need for intermediaries. Thus, Benedict is for us an intermediary only in the sense of being, again, the wise and humble pedagogue who brings us by the hand of his expert instruction to the very threshold of the place where we may behold with joy God’s radiance on the Face of Jesus, our only Master, and partake of his life in the Father.

As pedagogue, the great Patriarch makes himself one of us and cheers us on, saying: “As we progress in the monastic life and in faith, our hearts will swell with the unspeakable sweetness of love, enabling us to race along the way of God’s commandments” (Prologue). Through all his prescriptions, Benedict’s sole goal is to bring us, along with himself, to Christ, knowing that only the radiant Christ Jesus, the one Mediator between God and men (1 Tim 2.5), can say to us: Abide in my love … that your joy may be full. But here, too, a non-negotiable condition is indispensable: Are we willing to pay the cost in self-oblation required for abiding in Christ’s love, which Jesus himself defines as the willingness to lay down one’s life for one’s friends?

Somewhere during this meditation I was struck by the realization that, in each of the readings, we hear only one side of the dialogue—that of the wise speaker who shares his wisdom with us. In the case of Jesus, Wisdom incarnate shares with us the very substance of his own life as Second Person of the Blessed Trinity, desiring us to enter into permanent intimate communion with himself. This one-sidedness in the form of the readings must mean that we disciples must, in the end, complete the dialogue by inscribing our part not in words written in ink but with the honey and the blood of our anonymous lives as Christian monks, known to God alone.

In his Prologue, St Benedict comments on some words of Jesus he has just quoted. He remarks: “Having finished his discourse, the Lord waits for us to respond by action every day to his holy warnings.” How lovely to see in this exhortation the fact that the great Patriarch, even while legislating, actually includes himself among his questing disciples by use of the inclusive, communal we. This is a decisive and specifically Christian trait, I think: I mean envisioning the abbot not only as a paterfamilias but, in the end, as simply another conservus Christi—just one more fellow servant among the servants of Christ (sýndouloi: Mt 18:28-29; Col 1:7, 4:7; Rev 19:10, 22:9). Such a staggering reversal in outlook and self-presentation could never have originated in Benedict’s Roman social background, in which the role of paterfamilias was all-determining, massively solid, unyielding. Yet here and often in the Rule, the dignified and bearded Patriarch presents himself to us not only as a humble pedagogue or “nanny” but even, like Jesus, “wearing an apron”, as it were, and ready to serve his brothers (cf Jn 13:4-5).

Let us then, my brothers, give thanks for the privilege of being here today celebrating God’s gift to the Church of St Benedict’s fruitful apostolic holiness, and let us not keep our Lord waiting—at least not for too long!—but gladly respond to this gift by bearing abundant fruit from the seed Our Holy Father Benedict has sown in us by divine dispensation.

Detail of a fresco by Fra Angelico, San Maro, Florence, 1441. Today's homily by Father Simeon.