PAZ & Friends: July 2010 Archives
Paulist Father Larry Boadt, 67, died Saturday after a long illness.
No theology student is able to escape Father Boadt's work on the Old Testament with his substantial book, Reading the Old Testament. He's also credited with publishing several works on the diaconate, ecumenism and matters pertaining to inter-faith relations.
Here is the Paulist Fathers obit for Father Boadt.
Well done, good and faithful servant. May your memory be eternal.
Please keep in your prayers the repose of the soul of the Reverend Father Brian W. Monnerat, 60, priest of the Archdiocese of Hartford, who died, July 14, 2010, while on vacation with his family. He was ordained a priest in 1988, when I first met him. This is a sad time for the archdiocese.
Father Brian was the pastor of Saint Matthew Church, Forrestville, CT.
A special prayer for priests, and for those who struggle with their weight and have cardiac problems.
Come Holy Spirit. Come through Mary.
These last 9 days I've been in St Louis, MO visiting friends, lay and monastic (including Mrs. Casey!). I periodically return to St Louis the scene of some studies I did at St Louis University between 1994 and 1997. I stayed with the Benedictine monks of Saint Louis Abbey; there I have many old friends.
When I went to St Louis in 1994 I didn't expect to meet Benedictine monks as I was fully ensconsed in the life and works of the Society of Jesus. While I did hear of the St Louis monks, I really never thought that a friendship would flower with them. By Divine Providence I met two monks, Fathers Gerard and Gregory, at a consecration of a Coptic Orthodox Church. The monks had some Copts in their school and so being at the church consecration was a natural thing to do and I was there because of my high interest in Eastern Christianity. Plus, who could resist saying you met a pope, the Coptic Orthodox pope, Shenouda? To this day I still get some mileage out that anecdote.
From the providential meeting of the two priests I met other monks with whom I have had the privilge of being friends. Over the years the company has grown and for that grace, I am very grateful.
I haven't been back to St Louis in the past three years. Since then the city and various suburbs have changed for the better with buidling and/or renovating public places and the like. I love the many new stores and the restaurants. Actually, there are many good eats in the greater St Louis area! But some things remain the same: a people who know each other vs. the terrific annonymity of many east coast cities. Sometimes, I have to say, St Louis is too small....
Time spent at the abbey and with other friends was truly delightful. I went particularly to see Fr Ambrose whom I hadn't seen in a while and with whom I share many things, not the least being Rome and warm fuzzies. Fr Ambrose is modeling a warm fuzzy in the picture to the right.
I happily had the opportunity to visit with the students of St Louis Priory School making what is affectionately known as "Monkamp" (i.e., 4 days' introduction to the monastic way of life, or at least the fundamentals of it --prayer, manual labor, community, silence, balance, study and fun); monkamp is a small effort at vocation promotion. At some point I had terrific dinner with a classmate whoremains in the Gateway City, David Miros, invitations to getting ice cream at Ted Drews (3x), a "drive-by" meeting with Tim Hercules, making an attempt with Fr Ambrose at having a Lebanese lunch at St Raymond's Maronite Cathedral (instead we went for something equally as exoctic, Indian, as the Lebanese lunch was closed for a month), and the meandering around St Louis University and seeing an old friend who was recently ordained a Jesuit priest, Kevin Dyer, etc. While visiting St Raymond's I ran into an old friend who told us of the tragic killing of her grandaughter, Gina, a few months ago by teenage muggers. Roxy's recounting the crime moved me to tears. Pray for Roxy and her family as they deal with the aftermath. Gina, a single mother leaves two sons, one of whom witnesses the brutality of his mother's murder.
Crucially important for me was the time spent with the monks in their fraternal life. Theirs is a more intense life than many US Benedictine monks in that their day begins with Office of Vigils at 5:35 am and ends with Compline at 7:40 pm with three other parts of the Divine Office, Mass and Lectio Divina integrated into the day complemented with care for the senior monks, house duties, parish and school work. Free time (holy leisure) is not often found, sadly. Besides the Priory School (junior and high) the monks are the pastors of Saint Anselm Church, the Oratory of Saints Gregory and Augustine (the traditional Mass crowd), and a vibrant Oblate program.
Catching up with Brothers Sixtus, Aidan, Mark, Maximillian, Edward, and with Fathers Ambrose, Linus (the newly ordained), Dominic and Bede (for an afternoon), et al, was good for me because I am edified by their witness. These are great men living a vocation that is engaging, attractive, life-giving and lived in order that God be glorified.
Particularly joyful for me was to see Brother Sixtus following his solemn profession of vows, and to see Brother Aidan. In the photo to the left is Br Sixtus and Brother Aidan.
Let us pray to Our Lady, Mediatrix of All Graces and to Saints Louis, Benedict, Scholastica, Walburga, Emma and Gertrude for the monks, their benefactors, Oblates and co-workers & students.
Other pictures found here.
On his way to Boston from his monastery in Gallion, Ohio, my friend Father Michael, an Orthodox monk, stopped by to see me and my parents. He also joined me at New Haven's School of Community on Friday eve (I dragged him to our CL meeting after a 14 hour drive).
Father Michael is an Orthodox monk of the Greek Orthodox Church; his monastic brotherhood at St Theodore House is a small group of convert monks living the monastic life and doing limited apostolic work.
Monk Michael has a terrific voice for God's greater glory and so he's practicing with the Boston Byzantine Choir for some forthcoming events and possible recording of a new CD. They've already recorded 4.
What made the visit easier (my parents have a small house) was the wonderful the overnight hospitality of the Benedictine Nuns of Jesus Crucified (Branford, CT). Plus, a monk needs his silence! The sisters were most gracious to receive Father Michael; it was good to renew my friendship with the sisters. Thanks be to God for the presence and friendship of these nuns and their witness.
I've known Father Michael since my time of studies in Cambridge. We some travel together with another friend and did fun things. Now, our points of real contact are few in number. I last saw Father Michael more than a year ago when he visited me in North Carolina (see the record), both he and I were at different places, as we are today. Surprise!