Gold, frankincense and myrrh have moved aside for gold,
silver and bronze. What would it be like to soar off a ski jump or leap from
the ice into a triple axel and land with grace? How would it feel to make the
Wheaties box?
Those of us without athletic prowess console ourselves that
our lives do not consist of unending training, travel, and competition with its
huge disappointments. And that the glamour is so small in proportion to the
sweat. 
Whenever a sister dies here at the monastery, her community, family and friends
share remembrances at the funeral Vigil. We listen to the testimony of
endurance, staying on course, keeping faithful to the monastic life and training, working as a team,
as well as the tales of the missed gate, the falls, and the getting back up and
trying once more. We have all seen the evidence of grace and beauty in one
another’s lives. St. Paul says that after this race there is reserved the crown
of righteousness. For each one.
Sr. Christa Kreinbrink, OSB
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