Jenny
My blogs
Blogs I follow
- Vicarious Travel
- Abuelita's life!
- aliens spotted near beavercreek
- An Inch At A Time: Reflections on the Journey
- In a Godward direction
- Living the Zeal of Benedict
- Maggie in the Maldives
- Patricia K. Lichen, Author
- Preludium, Anglican and Episcopal futures
- Rev. Laurie Brock
- Ruth Gledhill - Times Online - WBLG
- She Maunders
- Walking With Integrity
- WOUNDED BIRD
| Location | Hamlet of Beavercreek, Oregon, United States |
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| Introduction | If the apple led to the fall, it was the pear that drew me toward the house of Mt Angel Priory. A person at work suggested I accompany him on a weekend retreat he would be leading for a (gasp) Catholic community. I was afraid that my Calvinist upbringing would clash with Catholic values, (even though the fear of being chosen before the begining of time for eternal damnation pretty much had me down for the count--depressed and what not.) There were two wonderful gifts that weekend--I learned a song of love to God* and golden Bosc pears. These were gifts from a beloved God, not a rejecting one. A tiny tendril of hope nurtured by Benedictine hospitality, wisdom and giving glory to God in all things started weeding its way into my rigid rejecting self talk. That was nearly 40 years ago. I became an Oblate 14 years later. Mt. Angel is now a Monastery. * The lyrics were: You fill the day with your power and your glory. You fill the night with your quiet and your deep love. Run with your face up in the wind. With your head held high and your heart an open door, you can feel the wind that sets you free. |