Thursday, November 12, 2020

Tears in a Bottle

 

    November is the month when St. Walburg Monastery , like many church communities, displays a Book of Remembrance for our Dead, especially those who have died within the past year. In some churches the names are read aloud and the bell is tolled. It calls us to reflect on what these individuals have meant to us during their lives on earth and how they are present to us in our Eternal Home.

    Today, Veterans’ Day, we especially honor those who have served our country in all the armed services throughout the history of our country. Along with other first responders, law enforcement and peace keeping personnel, they put themselves between us and danger to uphold the ideals of freedom, equality and justice.

    As I walk to our cemetery mourning for all my sisters and brothers my thoughts are drawn especially to our Veterans and their sacrifices. I mourn for them and also for the death and diminishment of the ideals for which they died and endured hardships. I mourn with them whenever we, the people, allow or act with hatred, injustice and indifference.

·            I mourn for the people stuck at our border, especially the children – the thousands I did not meet last summer when I worked there, because these have had no chance for asylum in our country even though they are in grave danger and cannot go home.

·            I mourn for all who are affected by Covid-19 –patients, their loved ones who are not able to be with them in their last agony and their heroic care givers.

·            I mourn for Black men, women and children who have been deprived of their history, safety, dignity and rights as citizens for centuries.

·            I mourn for all who are affected by death, dying, persecution, oppression, and violence of every sort.

·            I mourn for the diminishment of truth in public speech.

·            I mourn for the greed that we each hold in our fearful hearts.

·            I mourn for us all in our struggling need for God to awaken us

 from the deaths in which we are entombed.

O God, you notice all my sorrows.

Have you not collected all my tears in your bottle?       --Psalm 56


     
 Sr. Dorothy Schuette, OSB

4 comments:

  1. Dear Sister, thank you for this good word reminding us to remember the suffering of others. Let us remember those who loved us. In the past thirty years in England there has been renewal in remembering the earliest saints -- these are the saints from before 1000 about some of whom very little is known. There was a Celtic Christian Church before the Gregorian Saint Augustine Mission c. 600. From this Church in Wales we have Saint Patrick to Ireland. It seems likely that were Christians in Roman Britain by 400 (when the Romans left) and these Celtic groups were driven west by the invading Germans arriving from the East. We have lost information about them, but there are ancient place names in Wales and Cornwall, in the old British language, which record the names of Saints. There were communities there! They visited and evangelized Bretagne in France -- their language was similar. In the past thirty years many icons have been painted. How good it is to remember what our family did for us so long ago, to remember them and be glad for their love. God bless OSB amen Merry Christmas.

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  2. Well said.
    Pat Raverty

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