Sunday, June 24, 2012

"His name is John."


In the Gospel today, Elizabeth speaks for Zechariah when she chooses a name that has no connection to the family line.  The family responds with incredulity.  “There is no one among your relatives who has that name.”  They are mystified by this break in tradition – by the audacity of something new.  It is the old man’s confirmation of this new name which breaks the silence of his unbelief.  “John is his name.”

There is a “John” in every family, I think – a child who is a bit different, who somehow, in their very being, suggests some mischief on God’s part.  Those precious children have a role to play in God’s plan for the family – some new word to speak, some truth to proclaim.  Often, this child will draw the ire of some and the direct rebuke of others.  Perhaps, Zechariah and Elizabeth had a moment of wishing that their child could be just like other children.  Perhaps, they felt vulnerable or even embarrassed by the attention around his birth.  Surely, the joy of his arrival would have done much to ease the complex web of feelings that surround a “special” child.  We know nothing more of John’s childhood except that he grew and became “strong in spirit”.   Scholars conjecture that he may have been dedicated early to God’s service and nurtured by the Essenes – the pre-monastic sect of first century Judaism.  We hear nothing of him again until Jordan’s bank.  A radical life lived in the wilderness and attuned to God’s Word – John’s was a new path of simplicity and authenticity.  So serious in his call to repentance, we forget that John leapt for joy in his mother’s womb in the presence of the Word made flesh.  So special was this child that of him Jesus said, “There is none borne of woman greater than John.” 

To all who have a special child in your midst, take heart in the story of the Baptist.  Though no child will be called to do exactly what he did, GOD still uses us to further the coming of the Kingdom.  Each one of us has some part to play – some assent of our will to add to reign of God.  The special child in your family may have more on their “to do” list than you can imagine.  Cherish the one who sticks out and seems so different from all the rest.  God is always doing something and that something begins from our mother’s womb.  We are all “fearfully, wonderfully made.”  Some, like John, have very special work to do.

Blessings and love to you all...
- Sister Vicki

Monday, June 4, 2012

Jubilee joy...

Sister Patricia Anne Driscoll, OSB, marked fifty years of monastic profession this past Saturday.  Surrounded by her community, her family and friends, Sister Patricia Anne renewed her promises before GOD, the saints and her prioress.  Festive song, flowers and ribbons spoke to one and all of the great joy of jubilee.  Though the celebration seems centered on one sister, it is actually a communal acknowledgement of GOD's goodness and providential care.  GOD continues to call faithful women to a life of prayer and work in the tradition of Saint Benedict.  That constant call enables us to be a community with a history of 144 years and future that is graced.  Please join us in thanking GOD for the gift of Sister Patricia Anne and for the faithful love that carries this community forward in hope.

Blessings and love to you all...
 Sister Vicki
Sister Cecilia and Sister Roberta reverence the altar.

Sister Miriam of Holy Name Monastery proclaims the Word.


Sister Cecilia reflects on a life of prayer and work.

Sister Patricia Anne reads her original monastic profession.


The Suscipe is sung three times.

Monday, May 28, 2012

Pentecost


I think the Holy Spirit is the least understood person of the Trinity. God the Creator, Jesus the Christ - we can imagine by virtue of the relationship between them something of their “persons”. The Spirit seems so much more nebulous, intangible. I read a book on the Spirit once called, “The Left Hand of God.” I loved the title – so clever. If Jesus sits at the right hand of the Father, well, then…

To dwell on the Spirit is really to dwell on a very great mystery. Jesus had to leave the world physically to be more powerfully, intimately with us in the Spirit. The Ascension left the apostles in confused grief but Pentecost brought a new mode of relationship – an even deeper experience of his risen love.

Where you are not we have naught. This line from the Pentecost sequence has lodged somewhere in my heart. In it there is a truth about the Holy Spirit. Freed from the confines of human flesh, the Spirit of Jesus can be everywhere – reach every human heart. The Spirit of Jesus permeates all life and dwells particularly in the souls of the baptized. The Spirit is the source of our desire to pray and the giver of peace.  Perhaps we have trouble understanding the Holy Spirit because without the Spirit’s presence we would not even wonder or question or seek. So deep in us is the Spirit’s home – so holy our flesh as her temple. If we could see the Holy Spirit, it would be like seeing the air we breathe or counting each heartbeat.

 Jesus said, “I will be with you always until the end of time.” The Spirit is the fulfillment of that promise. The Spirit carries the Church in its brokenness – assures Christ's mission of compassionate love will succeed in spite of our sins and blunders. The Spirit has no voice but ours. As the Church moves forward toward some day of great wholeness and wonder – the reign of God – may we each reverence the voice of the Spirit in the events of our lifetime, in the moments of great clarity within each of us and, most especially, in the faithful who bear the wounds of the Lord in this day and age. There is a breeze blowing…a wind gathering strength in the Church. It is the breath of God hovering over our chaos – making something beautiful and good. For nothing, nothing is impossible for God.

Blessings and love to you all...
- Sister Vicki





Tuesday, May 1, 2012

It's our birthday...

Today, the Benedictine Sisters of Virginia celebrate 144 years in the Commonwealth. On May 1, 1868, two sisters left St. Marys, PA for Richmond and, as they say, the rest is our history. Our Morning Prayer was especially beautiful. The hymn texts highlighted the power of being a community. “Let us build a house where love can dwell and all can safely live. A place where saints and children tell, how hearts learn to forgive.” This house is built on love. It stands today because we are learning to forgive as we have been forgiven. Powerful stuff, when you think about it.


Then, after the listening to the Word, we shared stories of our beloved dead – sisters who somehow encouraged us to follow Christ in monastic life. I listened. It’s not that I don’t have stories or a short-list of ammas without who I would not be in the monastery. I just needed to listen today – to drink in the love my sisters have for this life. Sometimes I come to prayer thirsty for the faith of others – in need of some grace that is eluding me – some way of seeing things that keeps me on the path. I heard such a story this morning. It was Sister Trinidad. She spoke with such love about several sisters I never knew – how they nurtured her vocation. One, she said, would bring her “sisters’ unfinished work” and she would try to learn the stitches and finish the piece. [First, I do not sew. I can do a button in a pinch, but that’s it. It took me a few seconds to get that we were talking about material – an altar cloth, a vestment, etc.] But once I got it I was stunned by the truth of what she was saying – how this sweet memory conveyed something of the essence of our monastic life. It is ours to finish what our sisters have left undone. From generation to generation, from Bavaria to Elk County, PA, from the great city of Richmond to Bristow – we take up where they left off. And one day when I die surrounded by my sisters, I know that the mission will continue – that good women will continue to seek God in this community through prayer and ministry. I don’t have to do it all. I don’t even have to understand how my part fits. I just have to trust that my life – my love – is needed here and God will do the rest.

Blessings and love to you all…

- Sister Vicki

Friday, April 13, 2012

Easter Sunday...






































Christ is risen! Alleluia!


Easter peace and risen love to you all...

- Sister Vicki





Saturday, April 7, 2012

All in one great day...




Wednesday, April 4, 2012

For Judas...




I have a velvet pouch
empty now by grace –
by the miracle of our “Easter duty.”
Often, it has been quite heavy
with the silvery weight of my sins.

Poor Judas,
without hope -
lost in the isolation of shame.
How many more remain there?

How many, too,
fail to count their coins,
think themselves blameless -
in no way complicit
in the sin of the world?

I pray for them all this day
as we read of the traitor’s greed.
I, too, have accepted the payment.
I, too, have kissed his cheek and walked away.

But this same Jesus,
whom I have betrayed,
has reconciled me to the Father.
No tree awaits my despair,
no field of blood my lifeless body.

Have mercy, O God,
on all who have abandoned you to suffering –
in the poor,
the homeless,
the victims of violence,
or slavery.

Have mercy on those -
who have taken pleasure in your failures,
rejoiced in your pain,
lost themselves in envy and resentment.

Give them all the courage
to empty their purse
before your great mercy
and, in the letting go of filthy coins,
know the power and peace of Christ.

Vicki Ix, OSB
April 4, 2012