I have always loved this feast. Across from where I sat regularly in the choir stalls at St. Vincent’s Archabbey is a stain glass window of St. Scholastica. She was the twin sister of St. Benedict. Both founded monasteries on hills facing one another and once a year they’d meet for the day in the valley and pray and talk. Once, Scholastica asked Benedict to stay after dark and he reminded her of the rule that the monk must be back in his abbey at night. A hugh storm came up and the rain pounded down and they could not leave the little hut. Benedict said, “Sister, what have you done?” She replied, “I asked my brother and he said ‘No’, so I asked our Father and He said, “Yes”. They spent the night in prayer and conversation. A few months later, Scholastica died.
They could never have another yearly meeting.
So we only have to ask our Father and his answer will be right.
I slept well and had the 8:00am Mass. My voice still sounds bad and I still cough but I think I am over the hump. I went back to bed and slept for a couple of hours without coughing.
In the afternoon, Susan McCoy and her sister in law, Sharon came to visit with Susan and Danny’s two children. I baptized Alya a few years ago and now I will baptize her brother. We’re going to have it in our chapel and then a little reception in our hall. It will be great to see all the family
I am heading over to supper. Fr. Jim, a friend of Fr. Ron’s, from Scranton is joining us and Fr. John Dillon. I do love that Ron has lots of priest-friends and has them over to visit. We’ll have a fire afterwards and sit in the front room and laugh and visit.
Mary Windsor, who was the secretary for CCD at St. Bernard’s died this week and I will attend her funeral tomorrow at St. B’s and I’m sure, I’ll see lots of old friends. I hope I sleep well tonight.
Good to hear you are on the mend. Don’t overdo it this weekend. You know how tricky these colds can be.