Seeking God. Esther de Waal
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But while we pay homage to the power and presence of the past we might all too easily forget the continuing link of the Church of England with the Benedictine life. For the Benedictine presence, so strong in England in the Middle Ages, left its mark on the church at the time of the Reformation. It was Cranmer’s genius to condense the traditional monastic offices into the two Prayer Book offices of Matins and Evensong, and their continued usage through the following centuries has shown how highly appropriate for parish church and cathedral worship those adapted offices can be. It is hardly too much to claim that the Benedictine spirit is at the root of the Anglican way of prayer, as both clergy and laity have been nourished by the daily recitation of the psalms and the regular reading of the Scriptures. And, if the Benedictine way stands above all else for balance and moderation, so also does the Anglican via media.
Today many thousands of men and women, some Anglican and many more Roman Catholic, are following the monastic life according to the Rule of St Benedict. How is it possible that one common bond can link together, over a space of fifteen hundred years, those first small communities of a dozen, those great powerful medieval establishments, and the amazing variety of contemporary expressions of the same life? How is it possible that this same Rule can also speak to men and women who are trying to follow Christ without undertaking the commitment to community? Perhaps one of the stories which St Gregory tells about St Benedict may hint at the answer. It comes not from the Life but from the third book of the Dialogues. A certain hermit named Martin had chained himself to the side of his solitary cave near Monte Cassino. When he heard of it St Benedict sent him this message: ‘If you are indeed a servant of God, do not chain yourself with chains of iron. But rather, let Christ be the chain that binds you.’ St Benedict points to Christ. It is as simple as that. Christ is the beginning, the way and the end. The Rule continually points beyond itself to Christ himself, and in this it has allowed, and will continue to allow, men and women in every age to find in what it says depths and levels relevant to their needs and their understanding at any stage on their journey, provided that they are truly seeking God.
THOUGHTS AND PRAYERS
Come my children, listen to me:
and I will teach you the fear of the Lord.
(Psalm 34:11)
There was a man of holy life, Benedict by name, and the benediction of God was upon him.
(St Gregory, Dialogues, II, I)
Love takes to itself the life of the loved one.
The greater the love, the greater the suffering of the soul.
The fuller the love, the fuller the knowledge of God.
The more ardent the love, the more fervent the prayer.
The more perfect the love, the holier the life.
(Staretz Silouan)
Holy and blessed Benedict,
the grace of heaven has made you rich
with such full blessing of goodness
not only in order to raise you to the glory you desire
to the rest of the blessed, to a seat in heaven,
but that many others be drawn to that same blessedness,
wondering at your life,
stirred by your kind admonitions,
instructed by your gentle doctrine,
called on by your miracles.
Benedict, blessed of God,
whom God has blessed with such wide benediction,
I pour forth my prayer to you
with all the fervour possible;
and implore your help with all the desire possible;
for my need is too great; I cannot bear it.
(St Anselm)
A swimmer plunges into the water stripped of his garments to find a pearl; a monk stripped of everything goes through his life to discover in himself the pearl – Jesus Christ; and when he finds him, he seeks no longer for aught existing beside him.
(Isaac of Turin)
Miracles may show me the saint, they do not show me how he became a saint: and that is what I want to see. It is not the completed process that intrigues me: it is the process itself: for you see, my work is not to be a saint. Tell me what was churning in his soul as he