Prayers, please, for the Christians in Bhopal, India, who have suffered beatings and injuries and one death from attacks by Hindu extremists. Prayers for the eternal rest of the one who died and for all those beaten or injured and for peaceful co-existence among religions.
Lord, help us all as You know and will. God's will is best. All is
mercy and grace. God is never absent, praise Him! Thanks so much. JL
April 24, August 24, December 24
Chapter 66: On the Porter of the Monastery
At the gate of the monastery
let there be placed a wise old woman,
who knows how to receive and to give a message,
and whose maturity will prevent her from straying about.
This porter should have a room near the gate,
so that those who come may always find someone at hand
to attend to their business.
And as soon as anyone knocks or a poor person hails her,
let her answer "Thanks be to God" or "A blessing!"
Then let her attend to them promptly,
with all the meekness inspired by the fear of God
and with the warmth of charity.
Should the porter need help,
let her have one of the younger sisters.
If it can be done,
the monastery should be so established
that all the necessary things,
such as water, mill, garden and various workshops,
may be within the enclosure,
so that there is no necessity
for the sisters to go about outside of it,
since that is not at all profitable for their souls.
We desire that this Rule be read often in the community,
so that none of the sisters may excuse herself
on the ground of ignorance.
Modern monasteries in our Order rarely have gatehouses, let alone
porters waiting at them. In one way, that's too bad, because one
often sees visitors come to a monastery without a clue as to where to
go first, or how to contact someone. On the other hand, it would
wasteful to employ one person full-time at such an endeavor in our
smaller communities of today, since whole days may go by in many
places with few or none needing assistance.
What we have today is the phone, and phone manners are how this best
translates into modern life for both Oblates and professed. It would be a
thing, God forbid, if a monk might answer the phone with an attitude
that clearly said: "You've got some nerve putting me out like this,
disturbing me, etc." with little concern for the person on the other end
of the line.
One certainly wouldn't want to call such a monastery twice. If one
had never called one before, it is unlikely that one would want to
try another, to go for 2 out of 3, just in case. See the great
responsibility we have?
When a phone or doorbell rings, whether in a great Benedictine abbey
or an urban Benedictine Oblate's apartment, we have the opportunity to
practice the hospitable grace that the Holy Rule requires of all.
Dorothy Day's friend and mentor, Father Hugo, used to say that we
love God as much as the one we love the least. That would readily
translate here. I LOVE to see certain guests arrive, look forward to
it as soon as I hear they are coming. Those are not the receptions on
which I should judge my hospitality. The difficult ones are.
The point here is that we ARE Benedictines, whether our answering
style makes that evident or not. I might not like to think so, but
the anonymity of just saying "Hello," without my name or title does
not entitle me to be harsh or gruff or rude. All of us are bound by
something Benedictine within us to be kind and gracious to all who
call or visit.
Someone who calls the guesthouse- or an Oblate's home- for the first
time can be driven away or attracted by the way they are dealt with
on the phone. To risk alienating someone because of our own moods
might mean that we cheat someone out of a spiritual friendship they
sorely need. I can't tell you how many people who just called us out
of nowhere in the last nine years have become real members of our
family, greatly beneficial to themselves and to us. Anyone of those
first experiences could have been irreparably soured by a cranky
phone manner. Look at what all of us would have lost had that
Love and prayers,
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