Sermon: Benedict of Nursia


When I think of CEOsโ€”Chief Executive Officersโ€”of major corporations, I often think of men and women with a single focus, which all boils down to dollars. Perhaps that is why they are in the positions they hold, because it only takes one or two bad quarters, and the CEO is looking for another job that may or may not come with an office on the top floor. My guess is that many CEOs are singularly focused, but I suspect the really successful ones have found a balance in their lives.

Currently, Coca-Cola Enterprises is a company worth about $271 billion. Who knew a little red can was worth so much, but they are involved in far more than fizzy sodas. From 1986-1991, Brian Dyson was the CEO. Although not worth as much then as today, it was still a powerhouse. In 1996, Brian was invited to Georgia Tech to deliver the commencement address. Perhaps they were expecting him to speak on that singular drive for the golden ring, but instead, they got a lesson in leading a balanced life. Brian said:

โ€œImagine life as a game in which you are juggling some five balls in the air. You name them โ€“ work, family, health, friends, and spirit โ€“ and you are keeping all of these in the air. You will soon understand that work is a rubber ball. If you drop it, it will bounce back. But the other four balls โ€“ family, health, friends, and spirit โ€“ are made of glass. If you drop one of these, they will be irrevocably scuffed, marked, nicked, damaged, or even shattered. They will never be the same. You must understand that and strive for balance in your life.โ€

Benedict of Nursia wrote his rule, what we now know as the Rule of St. Benedict, in the 6th century. Towards the end of the prologue, Benedict writes:

Brothers and sisters, we have asked the Lord
who is to dwell in His tent,
and we have heard His commands
to anyone who would dwell there;
it remains for us to fulfill those duties.
Therefore we must prepare our hearts and our bodies
to do battle under the holy obedience of His commands;
and let us ask God
that He be pleased to give us the help of His grace
for anything which our nature finds hardly possible.
And if we want to escape the pains of hell
and attain life everlasting,
then, while there is still time,
while we are still in the body
and are able to fulfill all these things
by the light of this life,
we must hasten to do now
what will profit us for eternity.
And so we are going to establish
a school for the service of the Lord.

To accomplish this life, the religious who lived within the walls of the school or monastery were to work toward a life of balance between prayer, work, study, and renewal or rest. Whether aware of it or not, this is the type of life that Brian Davis was trying to describe to that graduating classโ€”a life of balance.

Considering our own lives, I suspect the rubber ballโ€”that which we can occasionally allow to โ€œdropโ€โ€”is different for each of us. Unfortunately, whatever it may be, that aspect of our life is likely something that we view as one of our most dear โ€œpossessions,โ€ for a possession is not only understood as a thing but also something we can control, like a job or even a hobby. This is why Jesus said, โ€œNone of you can become my disciple if you do not give up all your possessionsโ€? Those things we possessโ€”things we have or controlโ€”often end up possessing us. And, like the demons that possessed the sick, these possessions drive us from God and the other aspects of our lives. Therefore, if some part of your life possesses you, find ways to let it go for a time so that different parts of your life are not neglected.

Sermon: for Andrew Allen

On Sunday, June 2nd, I was sitting at home in my comfy clothes with a tasty cup of coffee, and watching the service here at St. Matthewโ€™s on Facebook live. Father Jim preached a fine sermon. As is our way, this was then followed by the Creed, the prayers, the confession, and the seventh-inning stretchโ€”also known as the peace.

I watched and smiled as I saw you all greeting one another, imagining the pew hopping and all. Then, at the bottom right corner of the screen, in rolled Andrew, sitting in his wheelchair. He was all smiles. Elizabeth greeted him, then there was this steady stream of you all coming up and giving Andrew the Peace. Afterward, he rolled back out of view from the camera. The whole time I watched, it never once crossed my mind that this would be the last time I would see him. I suspect, for those who saw him that day, you never thought it would be the last time you would see him, either.

Today, we heard the words of the Psalmist, as he speaks to the Lord, 

โ€œMy frame was not hidden from you
    when I was made in the secret place,
    when I was woven together in the depths of the earth.

Your eyes saw my unformed body;
    all the days ordained for me were written in your book
    before one of them came to be.โ€

All the days ordained for me were written in your book, including the very last. 

Just as we did not consider that it might be the last day for Andrew, we also do our very best not to consider our own last day. It is something we fight desperately against. However, Andrew was in a rather unique position. Like Job, who spent days considering the ways of God, Andrew alsoโ€”in his trialsโ€”had the opportunity to consider the ways of God. Like any of us, he did not come to fully understand, but he did give it a great deal of thought. At some point, he sat down and put some of those thoughts to verse in a poemโ€”A Word to the Lord.

Master of beauty, craftsman of the snowflake,
inimitable contriver,
endower of the Earth so gorgeous and different from the boring Moon,
thank you for such as it is my gift.

I have made up a poem to you
containing with deep feeling everything that most matters now.
โ€œAccording to thy will,โ€ the thing begins.
It took me off and on nearly a week.
It does not aim at eloquence.

You have come to my rescue again and again
in my impassable, sometimes despairing years.
You have allowed my brilliant and beautiful friends to destroy themselves,
and I am still here, severely damaged, but functioning.

Unknowable, as I am unknown to a guinea pig,
how can I โ€œloveโ€ you?
I only as far as gratitude and awe
confidently and absolutely go.

I have no idea whether we live again.
It doesn’t seem likely
from either a scientific or philosophical point of view,
but certainly, all things are possible to you,
and I believe in the resurrection-appearances to Peter and to Paul
as I believe I sit here in this green-blue chair.
Only that may have been a special case
to establish their initiatory faith.

Whatever end you may have for me, accept my amazement.
May I stand until death forever at attention
for your least instruction or enlightenment.
I even feel sure you will assist me again,
Master of insight and beauty.

Yes. Andrew had considered his last day. In the end, he knew that he would not be able to understand it all, so instead of entrusting his life to his own means and understanding, he handed all things over to God. With Jesus, Andrew said, โ€œFather, into your hands I commit my spirit!โ€

Perhaps we never will consider our own last day, but as long as we do the sameโ€”as long as we commit our spirit and our bodies to the loving hands of Jesusโ€”then on our last day, Jesus will bring us into our Fatherโ€™s house, into that place that has been prepared for us.

Today, we mourn the loss of Andrew. Today, we also rejoice for Andrew, for he has been resurrected to eternal life. A life that is available to all who commit their bodies and souls to Jesus.

Travel: Trondheim 2

A beautiful day for walking around the city. It started off in an12th century church, made a deviation into some level of hell, and came out the other side with a delicious espresso.

Vรฅr Frue Kirke (The Church of Our Lady) is only a block from the hotel and is one of the oldest buildings in Trondheim, with parts of the building dating back to the 12th century. It now functions as a church, but also community outreach center for the poor. It is sponsored by the Cathedral.

I saw some pictures of the next stop, about a half mile further, and decided it might be interesting.

Oh.

My.

Goodness!

It was worth the trip to Trondheim. The Salamandernatten (The Salamander Night).

The Salamander Night is an art installation made by Trondheim artist Kjell Erik Killi Olsen for Sao Paulo’s biennial anniversary in Brazil in 1989. The installation is comprised of 72 sculptures, all of which are more than 3 metres high (about 10 feet). The Salamander Night was presented as a gift to Trondheim municipality by the artist in 2007. This wonderful piece of art may be seen in the premises of the bank “Sparebank1 Midt-Norge” in Sendre gate.

The light is quite low, so those pictures that are bright are adjusted or I used a flash so that you could see the sculptures.

Made a short video for your viewing pleasure. The sounds are from the cafe above, but they do add a bit of ambiance.

Fortunately, there were other exhibits in the same location that werenโ€™t as freaky (sarcasm alert).

The 12th century church ruins are the remains of a Romanesque stone church. The church had an underground crypt, a very rare element in Nordic churches. Such crypts have normally had a cultic function in connection with saint worship and functioned as a place of pilgrimage.

As luck would have it, they kept the โ€œsaintโ€ around.

And they gave him/her a few companions.

Nevermoreโ€ฆ moving on to a happier little bird in another exhibit. I loved the shadows. It is part of the series Twelve Stories by Nils Aas.

After all that, I moved outdoors and crossed the Blomsterbrua (Flower Bridge) and entered Solsiden (The Sunny Side), the trendy happening section of town that is next to the harbor.

It was quiet this morning, and after a bit I stopped for an espresso (perhaps the best Iโ€™ve ever had, and thatโ€™s saying something because Iโ€™ve had plenty.) A little place called Dromedar Kaffebar.

I bought some beans to bring home and hope to find out how to order more.

On the way back to the hotel, I found the second bridge that I was looking for (had no idea I was interested in bridges.)

Gamle Bybro (The Old Town Bridge) was first built on this site in 1681, at the same time as Kristiansten Fortress was constructed. A sentry and excise house stood at either end of the bridge. The excise house on the western side is still standing and is used as a kindergarten. The bridge and gates as they now stand were built in 1861.

From the center of the bridge is the quintessential Norwegian photo op.

On the way back, I passed through the square and said, โ€œHello,โ€ to Olaf. He holds up the dove (peace), but also carries a sword. I suppose he is saying, โ€œItโ€™s your call.โ€

This is likely my last travel post for a while. Iโ€™ve got some other writing that I want to work onโ€ฆ I had started a dystopian novel, but Miss Avery (I hope she lives through this one) insisted that I write of Dean Anthonyโ€™s most recent adventure. Will there be a murder? Where? Who done it? Working title: The Forty-Seventh Wife. Itโ€™ll probably stick.

And, for the record, Iโ€™ll be looking over my shoulder for a while.

Journal Prompt: Week Eight

Please comment below. When I return, we’ll combine some of your journal entries with mine and produce a printed journal of our adventure.

WEEK EIGHT PROMPT

Travel: Trondheim 1

Some days you go to church, other days are something of a conversion experience. Today was the latter. My seat for the Mass (although they donโ€™t call it that here.)

There were two stations to receive Communion. One on the floor, standing, and you intincted. The other was at the high altarโ€ฆ each person receives a small silver chalice. You go and kneel at the altar, the priest places the host in your hands, you eat, then, the deacon comes and pours a small amount of white wine in your personal chalice. If you have to guess as to which way I went, you donโ€™t know me very well. The choirโ€”about 40 membersโ€”were singing something, I was receiving, andโ€ฆ they got it right. Beautiful. Again, all in Norwegian and I didnโ€™t understand a word, but I did know the flow. In addition, the entire service was printed in the bulletin, so I could follow along. Lovely. The choirโ€”Iโ€™m guessing paidโ€”was amazing.

Following the service, I went for a coffee and a cookie, then began looking around. The first is a view from the back, the second, a view from the front.

Yes. It is startling in every aspect. A few more views from different angles throughout.

I then went up. 172 steps up a very narrow, claustrophobia inducing spiral staircase and you reach the top. Spectacular. I forgot to take a picture of the staircase, so stole one from the internet. The views were amazing.

This is โ€œperhapsโ€ the tomb of St. Olaf. During the reformation, much was removed, so there is no certainty as to which tomb is his. Silly Lutherans. Historians will tell us that Olaf was no real saint, but donโ€™t say that too loudly amongst these people.

A chapel in the undercroft.

Iโ€™ve just begun reading The Kingsbridge Series (Pillars of the Earth is book 3.) I thought of it when I came across this series of models, showing the evolution of the cathedral.

I also had the opportunity to see the crown jewels of Norway. You are not allowed to take pictures, so I borrowed these from the web. What I was able to see were the real thing.

There is just entirely too much to show here. I spent about six hours in the cathedral and museums and didnโ€™t even begin to touch on it all. I hope to show more pictures later.

My attempt at artistic photography.

Now we see in a mirror dimly. There is only one who is seen clearly. One who is True. One who is Life.

Stations of the Cross

National Cathedral in Trondheim, Norway

You have to study them, but I found them absolutely fascinating.

Hรคkon Bleken’s Crossroads series
in Nidaros Cathedral. The Stations of the Cross is a series of pictures about the story of Jesus’ suffering and was originally created for St. Olav Cathedral in 1975.

I. Jesus Condemned to death

II. Jesus is made to carry His cross

III. Jesus falls the first time

IV. Jesus meets His sorrowful mother

V. Simon of Cyrene helps Jesus to carry His cross

VI. Veronica wipes the face of Jesus

VII. Jesus falls the second time

VIII. The women of Jerusalem weep over Jesus

IX. Jesus falls the third time

X. Jesus is stripped of His garments

XI. Jesus is nailed to the cross

XII. Jesus is raised upon the cross and dies

XIII. Jesus is taken from the cross and given to his mother

XIV. Jesus is laid in the tomb

XV. Jesus is resurrected

Travel: Bergen to Trondheim 2

What an amazing trip along the coast aboard the Vesterรฅlen.

I thankfully did not have any issues with sea sickness, but it sure feels strange being back on dry land! Iโ€™m on the third floor of a hotel and it feels as though it is rocking more than the boat. Iโ€™m guessing itโ€™ll settle down this evening.

Just more amazing sites here.

We made a stop in ร…lesund. There was a devastating fire in 1904 that destroyed most of the city.

We were back to sea at 8 p.m. for the remainder of the voyage to Trondheim.

I waited for the sun to peak out from behind the mountain on the left and then tried to catch it in the center of the valley before it went back behind the mountain on the right. It was less than a minute.

I got up at 12:30 a.m. in order to get these next photos. Learned that this is nautical twilight.

In general, the term nautical twilight refers to sailors being able to take reliable readings via well known stars because the horizon is still visible, even under moonless conditions.ย  Absent fog or other restrictions, outlines of terrestrial objects may still be discernible, but detailed outdoor activities are likely curtailed without artificial illumination.

If I understand it correctly, when there is a nautical twilight from sunset to sunrise, it is called a white night, which this was.

A short ways off the dock in Trondheim is Munkholmen (Monkโ€™s Island) and it has colorful history.

Munkholmen Island was Trondheimโ€™s execution site in the Viking era. Benedictine monks built a monastery on the island in the early 11th century, probably one of the earliest monasteries in Scandinavia. In 1658 it was converted into a prison and fortress, and later a customs house. Its most famous inmate was the Danish Count Peder Griffenfeld, who spent 18 years as a prisoner there.

And then there is Trondheim.

Iโ€™ll tell more about the city tomorrow, but since I arrived at 9:45 a.m., my hotel room was not yet ready, so I made a visit to the National Cathedral where St. Olaf is buried. I want my first experience of the interior to be tomorrow at the Mass, so I wandered around the grounds. The pictures do not do it justice. I am very thankful that the reformers didnโ€™t destroy it during their iconoclastic madness (although they did do some damage.)

The detail is stunning. Here is a closeup of one small piece.

I plan on spending most of the day here tomorrow, between the Mass, touring the church, museum, and climbing one of the towers. Hopefully thereโ€™s a quiet corner to pray the Rosary.

Fiddled with the lighting on the camera with this one.

That is all for now. Pray you all are staying safe back home with all the storms.

Still no need for another haircut.

Travel: Bergen to Trondheim 1

Just a brief update here and maybe it will post. The Internet connection is not all that great. Not necessarily a bad thing.

The boat trip is amazing. The food isโ€ฆ I will have gained 10 pounds in 30 hours. This morning we left the safety of the fjords and entered the Norwegian Sea. For about an hour, we became the ayatollah of rock โ€˜nโ€™ rolla. There were very few people at breakfast.

It is 7:45 AM. I will arrive in Trondheim in about 24 hours. Hope you have a great day. ๏ฟผ

Travel: Bergen 4

One of the things Iโ€™ve wanted to do for a long time is see the fjords in Norway, and today was the day. What a glorious time aboard the Rygersol ferry from Bergen to Mostraumen.

Every trip begins somewhere and this one began pulling out of the harbor. That is the Fish Market in the center.

Once you clear the harbor, they kick the boat into high gear.

This morning when I walked outside, I decided I didnโ€™t need a jacket. Note to self: take a jacket when traveling on the fjords. There is a very comfortable indoor compartment, but outdoors it is very windy. Saw one pair of glasses go flying off the back of the boat and Iโ€™m certain there were a few lost hats. If this happens, youโ€™ll never see it againโ€”the Osterfjorden reaches a depth of 2,096 feet (the deepest fjord is the Sognefjord and reaches a depth of 4,291 feet.) If the fjord is connected to the ocean, it will be saltwater, but the interior small ones are often fresh. Today, the temperature of the water was 44ยฐ.

When you reach Paddรธy Island, the fjord begins to quickly narrow.

From here, the mountains begin to rise like walls along the way.

I saw several waterfalls. The two largest were at Mostraumen.

Mostraumen.

Iโ€™ve no idea what was going on, but as I was walking back to the hotel, a small military parade passed. they seem to be quite young, so perhaps it was a local school.

This is my last day in Bergen. Tomorrow, Iโ€™llโ€ฆ tell you about it then. I give Bergen very high marks. Quiet, clean, and much to see. When the cruise ships show up, it can get a bit crowded with tourists, but they eventually give the all aboard signal and things settle down again.

If there is one thing I am missing about my recent travels, it is experiencing a culture that is very different from my own. Most of what Iโ€™ve experienced in Europe feels like almost any city/town at home. The smaller towns in Spain were a bit different, but still, the peopleโ€ฆ we are all westernized. I have made a mental note that future travels will be more about engaging and experiencing people/cultures that are very different from my own. Donโ€™t think Iโ€™m being critical here. Absolutely not! I wouldnโ€™t change a thing (except the stupid foot), it is just that the world is so full and rich, and I would like to see more than myself.

Pray you are well. Iโ€™ll see you at the next destination.