Two friends from Honesdale, PA, drove up with a delicious dinner in honor of Sister Donald’s birthday. The cake was a “Queen of Sheba” chocolate cake, made from a recipe from the Australian Embassy in New York.
On Saturday, May, 26, 2018, Brother Bede Healey, O.S.B., Cam., spoke to a group of Benedictines at Transfiguration Monastery in Windsor, NY. He said that faith and belief go beyond adhering to and accepting doctrine. He spoke about “a person’s capacity to believe,” and “believing in.” The way I understood the first term is: one’s willingness and openness to receive goodness; the second phrase, to me, signifies: living in a reality. Following this talk, I am inspired to write a statement of what this capacity and living means to me:
God, Father, the Almighty One, in your presence, I am believing, I am living in the truth that: you have created and are creating; you embrace and care for me and all people who you have wonderfully made; I am witness to your awesomely and lovingly creative power that fills heaven, earth, and all that is in them; I am on the side of creation as a steward of this earth’s life, beauty, and bounty; I am, by the tending of your hand, a seed planted in good soil, a branch on the Vine, bearing much fruit.
God, Jesus, The Anointed One, Only-Begotten of the Father, our supreme ruler, in your presence, I am believing, I am living in, the truth that: in you, all things are being made new; you call all people back to the realm of the Everlasting One, to our birthright as beloveds of the Beloved, as God’s creation, pure in being and in heart; you were born of a woman, Mary, and wearing our flesh, you lived a life common to all people, a life between joy and sorrow, hunger and feasting, pain, illness and healing, weakness and strength, rejection and acceptance, rebellion and authority, loneliness and friendship, anathema and heroism, dissension and leadership; life and death; damnation and resurrection, and so, you raised up humankind, men and women, out of their dust, and set them on your path of life and truth, to Love God for God’s self alone, and to love and serve God in loving and serving one another.
God, Holy Spirit, bond between Father and Son, source, substance, and giver of life, in your presence, I am believing, I am living in the truth that: you are the helper of the people God has made for God’s self; since the beginning of time, you are the breath giving strength to those who find a voice to proclaim good news; like the wind that moves and plants the seed and carries the rain cloud to the parched field, like the friction of wood against wood that causes fire, like the striking of flint against flint that sparks a lamp into a light, you are the love-force that draws all who are in Jesus together and makes them witnesses to what it means to live together as people of good will; even I am brought into this blessed company that stretches beyond national and cultural borders, beyond tradition and time; You open my heart and my arms so that no one journeys alone and that the circle of your fellowship grows increasingly wider and creates space for all people; when we create a chasm in your circle distancing ourselves from your love and/or the love of our neighbor, you reconcile our hearts and restore our peace. In our earthy death, the glory of your splendor is not lost, breath returns to air, flame returns to fire, soul returns to Spirit, voice—fulfilled, having accomplished its divine purpose— returns to the perfect stillness and silence of the Word that gives to and sustains all, and traveler returns to home; gently like a dove, swiftly like an eagle, you give us wings and in your strength, we shed what weighs us down and holds us back, we soar to dwell in perfect harmony with God, in space that is infinite, in time that is eternal. Amen
Starting on November 11, 2017, and continuing through March 10, 2018, the Saturday evening Vigil Mass of Sunday will be held at 4:30, in order to minimize driving time after dark.
Vespers during this time period will be at 3:45 on Saturdays.
The 5:00 p.m. time for Mass will resume on March 17, 2018.
Jo Balsamo, Oblate and long-time friend of Transfiguration Monastery, wrote the following post:
Some may have noticed in our eulogy for Sr. Jeanne Marie that she was a member of the Association of Contemplative Sisters. You may have wondered what that is. Their current President, Marilyn Webb, writes:
The Association of Contemplative Sisters is a group of women, both lay women and women within a variety of religious orders; the Association exists to foster and support the contemplative journey of its members. ACS was formed in 1969 in order to provide ongoing mutual support in the process of renewal, education and adaptation following the Second Vatican Council. The original members were all from cloistered women’s religious orders. During the years following its inception numerous meetings, conferences, classes, etc. were held for educational and renewal purposes. During this time the membership broadened to persons in non-cloistered orders and then to lay women. Currently more than two-thirds of our members are lay women; we live our contemplative lives across the United States, Canada, and the Philippines.
Since our early days ACS gatherings were held both nationally and regionally on a biennial schedule. These gatherings provide ACS members with the opportunities to hear speakers such as Sr. Connie Fitzgerald, OCD, Beatrice Bruteau, Sr. Donald Corcoran, and more recently Ilia Delio and Cynthia Bourgeault and to share our understanding of their messages. As we gather we also have the opportunity to share our life journeys as well as liturgy, times of prayer, and of course, laughter and friendship. We also meet in small clusters in areas where there are enough women to meet. We also are currently working to establish prayer circles and reading groups using Zoom and email. We currently have a website which can be found at http://acsisters.org/. We also have a newsletter that is published quarterly.
I have been a member of ACS since 1993. I have found it to be exactly what I have needed to support my contemplative life and to encourage my spiritual growth. The friendships of these women provide a depth of relationship that I’ve not always found in other organizations. We’d love to have you join us if you are interested. Please email Marilyn at email@example.com with any questions.
Sister Jeanne-Marie (Lise) Pearse
January 13, 1926 – October 8, 2017
Sister Jeanne-Marie, a native of Rochester, NY, attended Bryn Mawr and graduated from Sarah Lawrence College. After college, while working as a teacher in an Episcopal boarding school for girls, she was baptized in the Episcopal Church. She began to feel called to monastic life through contact with the Society of Saint John the Evangelist in Cambridge, Massachusetts, in whose chapel she heard an inner voice saying, “You will be Sister Jeanne-Marie.”
In 1965, Sister Jeanne-Marie was received into the Roman Catholic Church at Mount Saviour Monastery in Elmira, New York, following which she went to France for formation as a novice, at the Benedictine monasteries of Poyanne, Jouarre and Vanves, with the intention of returning to the United States to continue her monastic life here. In 1979, she co-founded Transfiguration Monastery in Windsor, NY, together with Sister Mary Placid Deliard, originally of Poyanne, and Sister Mary Donald Corcoran, of St. Paul’s Monastery in Minnesota.
Sister Jeanne-Marie was very active in the Association of Contemplative Sisters and founded an organization called Contemplatives for Peace. She brought a graciousness to the monastery’s practice of hospitality and was a person of deep prayer.
In 2010, Sister Jeanne-Marie’s health declined to a point where needed 24/7 skilled nursing care, and in January 2011, she moved to the Holy Family Residence of the Little Sisters of the Poor in Scranton, PA, where she was lovingly cared for until her death. She is survived by her sister, Polly Gates, of Claremont, California, a niece and nephew, and her three religious sisters of Transfiguration Monastery.
Visitation will be in the Monastery chapel on October 12 from 4 to 7 p.m. The Funeral Mass will be on October 13 at 10:00 a.m. at Our Lady of Lourdes Church in Windsor. Memorial contributions may be made to Transfiguration Monastery,
701 New York Route 79, Windsor, NY, 13865
This short talk followed the longer one in the next post. We recommend watching the video in the next post before watching this one.
A local guest prepared the following homily for his parish and then shared it with us before Vespers yesterday:
2 Samuel 7:4, 8-16
Romans 4: 13-18
May the words of my mouth + and the meditation of all our hearts
Be acceptable to you, O Lord, our strength and our redeemer.
I am a little younger than 12 years old, in the fourth or fifth grade; I wake up one morning and decide I would play a bit of a trick on my mother. Mom always makes sure we are awake, up, and getting ready for school. This particular morning, I wake early, creep downstairs to the living room, and hide under the sewing machine table. When mom comes looking for me, I’ll pop out and yell boo. That’s the plan, anyway.
Mom goes to my room and doesn’t see me there. She goes looking for me… just not in the living room. When I hear commotion on the main floor, I decide to reveal myself. I come upstairs to the sight of my mom, eyes brimming with tears, in the open doorway to our apartment. My mother thinks I ran away or was kidnapped. My mother’s demeanor reflects very much what must’ve been Mary’s when she speaks to the twelve-year-old Jesus: “How could you do this to us? Did you not know that your step-father and I were looking for you?”
Unlike the account in this morning’s Gospel, no explanation on my part would have satisfied my mother. She was trembling, fearful, and yes, a bit angry. That look is burned in my mind and I swear to myself then and there that I would never hurt my mother by running away. And I never did.
Picture the scene of Jesus and his parents at the temple: Jesus, an innocent child not grasping the trouble he caused; Mary shaken, but relieved; and Joseph, as traditionally depicted in Christian art, is aged, with grey hair, and worn out from all the walking. According to current scholarship, Joseph was not an old man. He was likely closer in age to Mary than previously thought. If Joseph had grey hairs, Jesus probably gave them to him! Holy Scripture does not give us much information on Joseph, but in what is written, there is a wealth of spiritual wisdom.
Our Lord and his family are at the end of their Passover celebration: This account highlights sorrow that ends in the joy of finding Jesus, and with him, the joy of adjusting one’s focus on God’s love. Imagine your kid has gone off in a crowded city. Think back on the times that, for whatever reason, your children caused you anxiety. Many of us, if not all of us, have either been an anxious parent or have been the cause of a parent’s anxiety. It is not uncommon for children to wander astray from their parents loving instructions and guidance. Mary and Joseph’s three days of tireless searching for Jesus in Jerusalem is just one example of woes for this Nazarene family. It is not the only time that Mary and Joseph ask hard questions and are puzzled at the turnings of their lives.
Years earlier, when an angel visits Mary and gives her the news of Jesus’ conception, she, having never been with a man, asks, “How can this be?” I bet her next question was, “How will I explain this to Joseph?”
At some point, Mary tells Joseph that she is pregnant. We read in another Gospel account that Joseph is troubled at her news. He knows the rules of his society: you marry good girls who are virgins. Mary’s claims are just too wild. If he publicly exposes her infidelity, she will be labeled as impure and stoned to death. Imagine Joseph’s inner turmoil. Imagine the questions that run through his mind. He suspects that his fiancé has not been faithful to their commitment. Even worse, he fears that the woman he loves will be killed. Mary would know firsthand that “the law brings wrath.” Joseph decides to quietly dissolve their engagement. But it is the voice of love, come to Joseph by an angel in a dream that settles Joseph’s anxiety and convinces him to wed Mary anyway. God, who is always the God of life, intervenes and saves Mary and Joseph from ruin.
Mary and Joseph’s relationship is off to a rocky start when they should have been lost in the bliss of the honeymoon period. They have troubles all throughout their relationship. But, for Mary and Joseph, love is the guiding principle and foundation of their lives and their relationship. It is the root of love that binds Mary and Joseph together and by which they are able to nurture and bring forth the fruit of her womb.
Among Christians, Joseph has long been honored as a saint. Engaged and newly married couples have asked him, their patron, for prayers on their behalf. Like Mary and Joseph, may we always answer the demands of our marriages and various relationships with love.
After their child’s birth, in order to escape the slaughter commanded by Herod, Mary and Joseph seek refuge in Egypt. Joseph is the patron of so many things! Here we find reason to believe that Joseph takes a special interest in refugees. Mary and Joseph are faced with more sorrow, but they stick together and through love bring Jesus safely into the world. Joseph’s intercession has also been sought as the protector of families and children. May we always see the face of God in the faces of our children.
Joseph has been a special saint for me also. At Confirmation, I chose a patron saint– a lifelong spiritual companion and model of Christian living. I chose Joseph of Nazareth, because he is totally dedicated to Jesus and Mary. Joseph focuses on the Lord and helps bring our Savior Emmanuel into this world. Total dedication to Jesus with the saints, focus on the Lord, and bringing our savior who we know as “God with us” to the world is the joy of every Christian!
For the longest time the idea of Joseph as totally dedicated to Jesus and Mary is merely a nice abstract to me. It isn’t until most recently that my connection to Saint Joseph becomes personal and apparent in my life.
Working as a teacher’s aide, I often ask Saint Joseph, the patron of workers and of children, to pray for me, my co-workers and the students. I ask for God’s grace to bring the staff’s capacity to love and nurture through the door of every classroom we enter.
For more than half my life, I have sought the Lord Jesus Christ and to live in his love. I have seen so much goodness, love, life, and joy in people, and in community, because hearts are gathered around Christ. In response to the love that I have known, I seek to give myself and my talents to the work of sharing the good news that God’s love is for all people. I often ask Saint Joseph the patron and protector of the universal Church for prayers when I do anything related to the Kingdom of God. It is such an honor to speak to you today on the feast of Saint Joseph, my patron saint!
Today’s message is about journeys, our journeys through life, our journeys with God, in God’s love. At the heart of today’s message, the beginning of Jesus’ journey is a young Christ who is listening to others and asking questions. Love in the flesh enters the world that Love created; Love enters in and listens and asks its questions. Love poured out, abundant life, and relentless grace is the business of the Father that Jesus is concerned with. Jesus wants us to enjoy and share what he has prepared!
LOVE MUST BE EMBODIED ALSO IN US and enter into the lives we are given. Love in us must seek where God’s love is waiting, wanting to be found. We need to listen to each other and ask questions. We all want answers for the struggles of this earthly life. But, we cannot neglect the seeking of the right questions as well as the right answers. Caution in our lives is not unreasonable. However, we mustn’t allow fear to prevent us from the work of sharing God’s love.
After all, isn’t love the basis of everything? In reality, all we do on a personal, familial, communal, national, and global level is based on how much or how little we love. Too often our communication falls short of love and serves to show us and others how right we are. But, in all things, our business with God, our good Father, is to listen lovingly and to ask the questions of love—the love that is of Christ.
In today’s gospel, Love proceeds from the midst of the learned men in the temple and goes home with Mary and Joseph. There, he grows and gains favor with men and with God. With Joseph, Mary, and Jesus, may we learn to be “at home” together– living, growing, and loving in harmony with each other and with God.
Jesus, Love in the flesh, goes through his entire life to bring wisdom, healing and strength to all. Through his work, he builds up his community: touching people of all walks, daring to reach beyond all boundaries. Our journey through Lent will acquaint us with the difficulties and opposition that Jesus knew in his ministry. But, not even fear of death makes Jesus waver from his love for us. How much Jesus must be influenced by the example of his earthly father! Like Joseph does with Mary, we are to bear each other’s burdens! Our Lord asks us to follow his path, to be busy with the Father’s business of love for all… even while taking up our crosses.
The way of love is not always easy. Mary and Joseph’s journey, despite troubles, does not end in sorrow, but in blessedness. It is assumed that Joseph dies in the arms of Mary and his savior. Certainly, our Lord would have said to him, “Come, you that are blessed by my father. Inherit the kingdom prepared for you.” For this reason, Joseph is regarded as the patron of the dying. Joseph’s faith and life with Christ was not the way of a dead-end but the beginning of the journey towards true and everlasting life! Let your journeys go this way. Let love’s light be triumphant over the shadows of death that darken the various corners of life.
Looking back on your lives, perhaps you too will find that throughout your journeys Joseph and Mary have been your companions? Trusting in God and convinced of love, look ahead with Christ, and go forward boldly!
Finally, I leave you with the Blessing of Saint Joseph:
May the poverty of my sweet and suffering little child be your riches;
his sighs and tears the consolation of your days;
the love of his heart, all your earthly treasure;
and the clear vision of his adorable and glorified humanity,
your eternal joy and recompense.
Evagrius Ponticus was a 4th Century Desert Father and spiritual writer. Sister Donald wrote the following poem during a trip to Cairo in 1986.
Evagrius was with me…
Evagrius was with me—
Imperceptible on the tour bus
A return visit
After nearly 1600 years.
Monk of the then flowering desert—
He mused again at Great Cheops___
Where did death go?
That mummy at the British Museum?
And he, poor resurrection monk___
Still guiding in the holy sand.
Sister Donald Corcoran, OSB, cam
Cairo 1986, © 2017