As our founder and dear Bro. Mark enjoys his peaceful repose in the arms of God, it seems his devotion to our Lady is becoming more and more alive within all of us Hermits of The Holy Cross. We find ourselves quite drawn to meet together on Zoom and pray the Rosary weekly in response to this Call. As we are all in differing Counties, States and Provinces, we are ever grateful for this type of Technology which has made possible the continuation of this Ministry of Prayer even apart from the maintaining of this blog.Continue reading
The sayings of the Desert Fathers : the alphabetical collection.
"The true monk should have prayer and psalmody continually in his heart."
Abba Ammoun of Rhaithou asked Abba Sisoes, “When I read the Scriptures, my mind is wholly concentrated on the words so that I may have something to say if I am asked.” The old man said to him, “That is not necessary; it is better to enrich yourself through purity of spirit and to be without anxiety and then to speak.”The Desert Fathers
Monastic Quotes: Prayer of The Heart
Monastic Quotes: ON SILENCE
This Saturday, Aug 14th, will be the first time we, The Hermits of The Holy Cross, will be celebrating the birth of our dear Bro. Mark without him. I wish to present our contribution to this celebration by choosing from his selection of musical tunes a piece he not only wrote and played, but even dedicated.
So, from the heart of our Founder to you All… with our gratitude to God and to you for all your prayers and support…
Segovia, Spain, Jul 8, 2021 / 11:50 am
Sister Evelyn of the Child Jesus took her final vows as a cloistered Dominican nun at the Santo Domingo el Real monastery in Segovia, the community’s first vocation in almost 30 years.
Sister Evelyn explained how responding to her vocation has made her happy: “When I make my response to God and agree with his will, I feel happy. I’m a sinner, but God wants me to act as a sentinel before the world to say ‘God is there, God exists, there is eternity’. I don’t have to talk much, but the existence of a cloistered nun can do more than if I were in the world, for her life of prayer, her life of charity with her sisters … And although many people neither understand our vocation nor know of our existence, the vocation of the cloistered nun in the monastery is like the heart of a man, it’s not visible like the hands, the eyes… but it is vital for the man to live.”
According to El Adelantado de Segovia, Fr. García stressed that Sister Evelyn’s courage to take “a definitive turn to her life” can only be explained “because God has touched her heart and has come out to meet her, and she has set out on her way.”
Life is Liturgy Unceasing! Lectio Divina is Life; Every Word an utterance of the Divine. Asceticism is Life lived in the Absolute Poverty of the Now; Empty of past and future, Empty of reflections and memories, Empty of expectations or desires for rewards, Empty of imaginings and visions, Empty of spiritual possessions Empty of satisfactions and distractions, Empty even of a way of one’s own or a plan For Only In the Emptiness of this NOW Is the Fullness of the All to be found. To be anywhere else is to be no-where, Lost in the daydream of Illusion. Thoughts still arise, Ideas still pretend importance. What is one to do? Hold to the Loveliness Beyond! Listen to that Silence as to a Symphony; Simply watching, Simply waiting, Simply aware, Being, in Love! (Theresa-HHC)
Reflection – Submitted by Roberta-HHC
A Searching Shepherd –
God made thorns, he told himself. Thorns are good. But they hurt. They scrape the skin to blood. God made thorns, but why? Oh why?
God made rain, but it doesn’t seem to like the desert. Rocks are hot, and the sand is burning. The sand is cracked from thirst. Now, where have the sheep got themselves to?
I am the shepherd of the sheep, says the Lord. I search. To search is who I am. I am the one who wanders, the great walking one, the one who sleeps in the cold and culls the burrs out of their wool. Yes, I know—they cannot be recommended for intelligence. This is a small brain we are talking about. But I am their shepherd.
They are the objects of my love.
I take them up in my arms, my tired arms, my bleeding arms. And they are more to me than rest and beauty and food and light—my own, my flock, my creation.
And I love them. I bring them into cool valleys where the trees drop fragrant shade, and the birds serenade them, and they can hear the streams falling quietly from the hills. Where they can drink. They shall eat and drink and never want. They shall romp in the green grass and race in the wildflowers.
My own flock, with deep brown eyes that speak to mine, and white wool that sparkles in the dusk.
I have made them and sought them and brought them home.
Sr. Miriam Pollard – Miriam Pollard, OCSO, is a Sister of Santa Rita Abbey in Sonoita, Arizona.
“Let everyone that comes be received as Christ.”
— The Rule of St. Benedict