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Thursday, April 24, 2008

I have ascended to the highest in me . . .


I have ascended to the highest in me, and look!
The Lord is towering above that. In my curiosity I have descended to explore my lowest depths,
yet I found God even deeper.
If I looked outside myself, I saw God
stretching beyond the furthest I could see; and if
I looked within, God was yet further within.
Then I knew the truth of what I had read:
In God we live and move and have our being.

--Bernard of Clairvaux

In the infinite reaches of the sky above, and in the bottomless depths of our souls, in the ever-expanding interior space we sometimes occupy in such loneliness, and in the inexhaustible wonder of the Other, in the eternal conflation of the sacred and the profane, in the mystery of our lives and loves, God is present for us to discover and to love. As Julian of Norwich wrote six centuries ago, we exist because God loves us. God therefore loves us in the beginning and now and forever. Let’s not trample God’s preciousness under a cloud of forgetting but enter the cloud of remembrance in the sight of God.

Thursday, April 17, 2008

Miracle on Highway 10


Just two weeks after Molly, a terrified and timid puppy adopted our community, she is behaving just like any dog her age would: sniffing, chewing, and playing her way through each new day. I find it absolutely amazing to think this is the same dog that arrived so recently in our lives. She responds to her name; has learned what “no” means; wags her tail when she hears (so frequently) “good dog”; walks with us without a leash; explores the property independently; and, is a self-feeder. She is happy, relaxed, and social, while maintaining her independence and dogness. Molly has grown a bit, too. She is a joy to have and to hold!

Monday, April 7, 2008

A Wild Pup

As you can see, our new puppy, Molly, is adorable. Everything a puppy should be. This five-month old darling was found wandering around Dickinson and taken to the pound there. She seems to have been abused, or traumatized in some way. When Sisters Ruth and Paula went dog searching (our beloved Lucky died last fall), Molly cowered in the corner of the pound pen, and shrank from any human touch. But when Molly and Sister Paula’s eyes met, it was love at first eye-lock. Molly was destined to be lovingly added to the community roster.After just a few days, Molly is letting us pet, groom, feed, and even play with her a bit. One of these days, she might even catch that tail she chases around and around . . .

Saturday, April 5, 2008

MEET OUR NEW PLAYMATES


We have new playmates! Meet Arabella, our new cat who joins the feline cohort in the little and big barns. She was found in Bismarck, and adopted by the community and our other furry, four-legged friends. Arabella is very sweet. . . she leaps on a right shoulder, and snakes around your neck like a boa. She seems to be not more than six months old. She is getting lots of love from the Sisters, and even I--who am not generally fond of cats--think she is a great addition to the menagerie.

Friday, March 28, 2008

MISSION WARRIOR RETURNS



After spending her entire monastic life “on mission,” as Benedictines call service to others outside the monastery, Sister Dolores returned to the monastery to retire yesterday. We were thrilled to have her back in our tent, after her many years as a teacher, pastoral care minister, and hospital chaplain. We come, we go, we come back. The Benedictine life cycle in short.

Thursday, March 27, 2008

HOLY THURSDAY




Holy Thursday comes but once a year, and we celebrate the Lord’s Last Supper with a Seder meal, followed by Mass. We manage to be quite festive at dinner throughout its ritualized service, starting with a question and answer period about why we eat bitter herbs dipped in salty water, sweet jam, matzoh, and, of course, the sacrificial lamb.

The Seder dinner is an example of just how God manifests in all of us, and that each of us is a sacred presence. One way or another, all of us have crossed the Red Sea, the waters having parted for our safe passage. Our pursuers were defeated.
As for Jesus’ dictum, “. . .you also should do as I have done to you,” whether we are washing each other’s feet figuratively or literally, our destiny is to glorify God in the tenderness of our relationships. In the end, it is the only offering we have to give.

Friday, March 14, 2008

THE LAST GREAT RESERVATION

Last weekend’s Spirituality Center hosted Clay Jenkinson on the relationship between natives and non-natives of North Dakota, and the possibility (or not) of reconciliation between the two groups. North Dakota’s history is brutally sad when it comes to the treatment of the Native American population. Other states have an equally brutal, if not more so, history of abuse, genocide, theft (under guise of eminent domain takings), fraudulent dealings, etc., of native peoples. A movement exists here, which urges the government of North Dakota to issue a formal apology to the native peoples, in the manner of the moving apology recently issues by the Australian government to the Aboriginal peoples.

I remember reading a poignant excerpt from the correspondence of Father Jean DeSmet, a Jesuit missionary in the Dakotas (Life, Letters and Travels of Father Pierre Jean De Smet, Vol. III, p. 884): “They [the indigenous people] cultivate a large field, 1200 acres, raising corn, potatoes, melons, and beans, with no tools but sharpened sticks, with a few spades and mattocks [an instrument shaped like a pickax but having one end broad and flat instead of pointed, used for loosening soil]. They complain bitterly of the government agents and soldiers. They first deceive them and rob them in the distribution of their annuities, and the others demoralize them by their scandalous conduct. All last winter they were the playthings and slaves of a hard and tyrannical captain, who seemed to make it his business to torment the poor wretches. When the old women with their starving babies came up to the fort to pick up the filthy refuse thrown out of the soldiers’ kitchen, they were pitilessly driven off with scalding water thrown upon their emaciated bodies, covered only with rags in the severest of cold weather.”

Father DeSmet probably was referring to the people of the Three Affiliated Tribes—the Mandan, Hidatsa, and Arikara, who make up the population of the Fort Berthold Indian Reservation. Ft. Berthold as an U.S. Army outpost pre-existed Ft. Berthold Indian Reservation, which is about one hundred miles north of this monastery, as the crow flies. But we can include the Dakota, Lakota, Cheyenne, and Crow in the misery described by Fr. DeSmet.

The Dakotas and Montana remain the only states with significant populations of Native Americans. They are states in which the census is clearly divided between native and non-native. For example, North Dakota has about 600,000 non-native people, and 35,000 native people. The non-native people are contracting, while the native population is growing. At some future point, parity will be reached.

The issues around the formal issuance of a governmental apology are complex and manifold. One major issue is the continuing effect of the damming of the Missouri River at Garrison, which inundated native towns, farms, homes, and crop fields. For example, Fort Yates—downstream from the dam—runs out of water every summer. The Standing Rock Indian Reservation continues to suffer the consequences of the submergence of the Three Affiliated Tribes land by the Army Corp of Engineers in 1949-1953. Sacred Heart’s own original convent and mission school at Elbowoods was likewise swept under the flood of progress.

[to be continued]