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Greetings and Happy Feast Day!

Tonight, our sisters will begin to honor the life of St. Scholastica and the story of her great love and prayer.  All we know of Saint Scholastica was shared by Saint Gregory the Great in his Dialogues.  The story of her great love for her brother and her God is one of the first we learn as new members in Benedictine life…and we spend the next several years in the monastery seeking to follow that storied model of faithful love and prayer.

Saint Scholastica is a patroness for protection from storm (or for those in need of rain) and her icons often include the lightning and rain, the result of her deep prayer.  Her patronage is also called upon by Benedictine abbesses and prioress today with the symbols of the Rule and Crosier.  Finally, Scholastica is also the patroness of all Benedictine sisters and nuns; the dove, a reminder of her souls flight into heaven, is a reminder of our charism and call to “seek God in everyone and everything, everyday of our lives.”

We invite you to join us in celebrating Saint Scholastica’s feast day.  The monastery will be praying the Divine Office in Bishop Marty Chapel:

First Vespers ~ Thursday, February98th ~ 5:15 PM
Lauds followed by the Celebration of the Eucharist ~ Friday, February 10th ~ 6:30AM
Second Vespers ~ Friday, February 10th ~ 5:15PM
If you cannot join us for the feast, you can join in the festive prayer with a prayerful recitation of Psalms 1610084, or 145 and a reflective reading of Saint Gregory the Great’s Dialogues telling about Saint Scholastica.

“Love is a fire no waters avail to quench, no floods to drown it;
those who love will give up all that they have in the world, and think nothing of their loss.”
(Song of Songs 8:7)” ~ Vespers Antiphon

In chapter 33 of his Dialogues, St. Gregory the Great recounts the story of Scholastica to his student Peter  in this way…

His sister, named Scholastica, was dedicated from her infancy to our Lord. Once a year she came to visit her brother. The man of God went to her not far from the gate of his monastery, at a place that belonged to the Abbey. It was there he would entertain her. Once upon a time she came to visit according to her custom, and her venerable brother with his monks went there to meet her.

They spent the whole day in the praises of God and spiritual talk, and when it was almost night, they dined together. As they were yet sitting at the table, talking of devout matters, it began to get dark. The holy Nun, his sister, entreated him to stay there all night that they might spend it in discoursing of the joys of heaven. By no persuasion, however, would he agree to that, saying that he might not by any means stay all night outside of his Abbey.

At that time, the sky was so clear that no cloud was to be seen. The Nun, hearing this denial of her brother, joined her hands together, laid them on the table, bowed her head on her hands, and prayed to almighty God. 

Lifting her head from the table, there fell suddenly such a tempest of lightning and thundering, and such abundance of rain, that neither venerable Benedict, nor his monks that were with him, could put their heads out of doors. The holy Nun, having rested her head on her hands, poured forth such a flood of tears on the table, that she transformed the clear air to a watery sky.

After the end of her devotions, that storm of rain followed; her prayer and the rain so met together, that as she lifted up her head from the table, the thunder began.  So it was that in one and the very same instant that she lifted up her head, she brought down the rain.

The man of God, seeing that he could not, in the midst of such thunder and lightning and great abundance of rain return to his Abbey, began to be heavy and to complain to his sister, saying: “God forgive you, what have you done?” She answered him, “I desired you to stay, and you would not hear me; I have desired it of our good Lord, and he has granted my petition. Therefore if you can now depart, in God’s name return to your monastery, and leave me here alone.”

But the good father, not being able to leave, tarried there against his will where before he would not have stayed willingly. By that means, they watched all night and with spiritual and heavenly talk mutually comforted one another.

Therefore, by this we see, as I said before, that he would have had one thing, but he could not effect it.  For if we know the venerable man’s mind, there is no question but that he would have had the same fair weather to have continued as it was when he left his monastery.  He found, however, that a miracle prevented his desire. A miracle that, by the power of almighty God, a woman’s prayers had wrought.

Is it not a thing to be marveled at, that a woman, who for a long time had not seen her brother, might do more in that instance than he could? She realized, according to the saying of St. John, “God is charity” [1 John 4:8]. Therefore, as is right, she who loved more, did more.

Chapter 34 of Gregory’s Dialogues continue St. Scholastica’s story by telling of her death.

The next day the venerable woman returned to her monastery, and the man of God to his abbey. Three days later, standing in his cell, and lifting up his eyes to heaven, he beheld the soul of his sister (which was departed from her body) ascend into heaven in the likeness of a dove.

Rejoicing much to see her great glory, with hymns and praise he gave thanks to almighty God, and imparted the news of her death to his monks.  He sent them presently to bring her corpse to his Abbey, to have it buried in that grave which he had provided for himself. By this means it fell out that, as their souls were always one in God while they lived, so their bodies continued together after their deaths.

Feastday Blessings to you,

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