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A YEAR IN THE LIFE OF THE MONASTERY 

Thursday, 4 February 2010

ONE YEAR IN THE LIFE OF A MONASTERY

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The community is composed of three monks in solemn vows and three in Temporary vows. There is also one postulant, José Luis Sanchez, who seems to have been made for the monastic life. And there are two aspirants who have health problems.

We have had a number of visits. Fr Francis Mc Kenna left us in February after three months. We were sad to see him depart and even more sad when we heard of his death.  Fr Leo came for a couple of weeks. We always enjoy visits from monks of Belmont, specially from the one who built the monastery.

We were given a very good retreat by Abbot Oscar Rivera of Puerto Rico. In this we were accompanied by Fr Abbot. This was his second visit this year. The first in March was very short. In the third visit he also spent some days with Fr Joseph in Cruceta.

Fr Joseph spends much energy in the parish of Cruceta. We were pleased to welcome him when he came to Lima to have a hernia operation in the Clinica Tezza.

Abbot Richard Yeo, Abbot President of the English Benedictine Congregation, visited us in October and shared our life. We hope that he enjoyed his stay as much as we did.

Fr Luis spends much of his time looking after his mother whose health is failing. Many people come to the monastery to go to confession to him and to seek advice.

Dom Mario is immersed in paper work relating to our buying the land and in our legal war with Porras who invaded our land and claims, with false papers, to own part of it..

Dom Alex has had a very full year balancing his work as bursar and his last academic year in the Faculty.


DD. Percy and Wilmer have finished their second year of “Theology at the distance” with good marks. Wilmer is a very good guest master – our chief  “ingreso”. Percy is sacristan (just like Illtud in character– says Richard Yeo with a laugh. - . 

D Juan Edgar returned from Belmont, after taking his vows, and is now replacing Alex as bursar. He will begin Philosophy soon. He is a good, responsible member of the community.

What has happened about Porras is extremely complicated.   Land trafficers take full advantage of the inefficiency of the very slow process of Peruvian Law.    There have been three different government agencies in charge of our land, each taking over from the last and having to learn anew all about it, and four radical changes in the Law covering our case. There is an now a new investigation by a very capable policeman of the dispute between Porras and us. It seems to be going our way. An indication of this is that our lawyer is making moves to have Porras and his daughter in prison

We have had to hire another lawyer who is expert on land to manage the purchase of the eight and a half hectars.

SEDAPAL has re-constructed the canal that passes through our land. It is a mixt blessing  because it has made it easy for people on foot or by bicycle to come too close to the monastery: hence, the necessity to have defences.

All three lawyers have said it is important to build on the land we claim very quickly. Defore we are building a cross of Saint Benedict twelve metres high with a road and a place to say mass. The road will have a Via Crucis. A family wishes to remain anonymous, is paying for everything. The lawyers are in full agreement. In constructing this cross we are also forming friendships with people who, we hope, will help us in the future.  We have already received a gold chalice and paten.

As superior of the house, I feel greatly privileged to be member of a community as fervent and as motivated as this one.

It´s ability to work together was shown in the two “Ferias Monásticas”. They are earning a wide reputation for giving a good time and for the quality of the food.


 We are friendly with the community of the Cenacle which has a home for abandoned children in Pachacamac.  Cenacle is a community of ex-drug addicts and others who have made a mess of their lives, and whose path of recupeartion is the teaching of Our Lady of Mejugorje.   Their answer to substance abuse is a life of prayer, penance and fasting.   One was a street child in Mexico City from the age os six to sixteen.   He took cocacine, pasta basica, heroine , crack etc; and he was persuaded to enter the Cenacle ("just for a few days") by other teenagers; and there he found what he had never experienced in his life - love.   Eleven years later he is helping street children like him to recuperate.   From this movement have come religious sisters and priests.   One sister I know has tatoos on her arm because she had a "past"..   I have never known a happier community of people, religious and lay people, men and women from different countries.   They look after abandoned children.  I shall soon write a post about them in my blog.   I celebrate Mass for them on Sundays.   Here is a photo of some of the cildren they care for, on a visit to our monastery.

We had the privilege to give hospitality to the Benedictine Sisters from Morrupon in the very north of Peru.  It is a foundation from Ferdinand in Ohio.   Here they are with us.

From where "Monks and Mermaids" gets its Title.


THE MAIN BLOG IN THIS FAMILY IS CALLED "MONKS AND MERMAIDS" WHY?


Why do I have a blog called "Monks and Mermaids"? Well, back in 1996, when I was parish priest of Negritos, a parish not far from the border with Equador, it was believed that I had a ten year old mermaid in a tank of sea water in my bedroom. The story was this: that i was walking on the beach one day, when I came across a ten year old mermaid with a fish hook in her throat. I took her to the hospital next door to my house and they extracted the hook and saved her life. She had fair hair and blue eyes, and she had scales on her tail of pure gold. She gave me one as a reward; and then she agreed to come to my home and to stay with me until she was well enough to return to the sea and her parents.

As the story spread, so did the questions. Why was Fr David denying what everybody knew to be true? Perhaps I was sexually abusing her? "But she is only ten years old!" I protested. Perhaps I don't want the bishop to know that she is in the house. Now THAT made sense. A little time before, a pregnant girl was given a choice by her parents either to have an abortion or be thrown out of her house. I took her into my house until six months after she had had her baby; and the bishop never knew about THAT. Once the baby was born, the parents loved the baby and invited her back.  The people imagined another possibility:the mermaid had blue eyes and fair hair: she was obviously not Peruvian. Perhaps she was an English mermaid? Perhaps Fr David was going to take her back to England when he went on holiday?

Of course, there were comments. A Protestant minister said that this was another sign of the end of the world, and he hoped people had noticedthat this child of the devil was enjoying the hospitality of a Catholicpriest. A childless couple wanted to adopt the mermaid. Othersscoured the beach to catch sight of the parent mermaids 'who must beanxious about their child'

People began to collect outside my house, eager to catch sight of themermaid. Some asked the doctors and nurses at the hospital; and they,amused by the whole affair, would reply gravely that the mermaid was ingood health and progressing nicely. Then came the radio, and thennational television. People began to believe my denials when theyheard them on television, because, as every one knows, everybody tellsthe truth on television!!

Onlylast year, I heard an explanation how the rumour came about. There isa primary school along the road from my house which, like mine, facedonto the beach. One very hot day in 1996, two little boys of tenyears of age were caught during lesson break trying to climb the schoolwall to get onto the beach. They were hauled to the headmistress. "WE were not trying to escape, Miss!" one protested. ""What were youtrying to do?" asked the headmistress. "We were looking for themermaid!" said the boy. Instead of clipping his ear for a barefacedlie, she exclaimed, "What mermaid?" Seeing that they could take herfor a ride, they made up the story about me and the mermaid on the spurof the moment. (taken from "MONKS AND MERMAIDS"
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