Friday, November 30, 2018

Redeeming Time


Time is a sacred commodity.

Every day is a sacred event.

One of the things that I have grown to appreciate about the Church is her emphasis on liturgical time.

An emphasis on liturgical time was something that was direly lacking in my evangelical Protestant experience. Christmas and Easter were elevated to a class of special status. We considered them seasons. They were, in reality, more like weekend events that came and went.

Beyond these two notable events, the rest of the year was essentially ordinary time with no real liturgical significance or directional flow that encouraged or fostered cohesiveness and unification within the greater Body of Christ.

It is not my intention to brandish a hot iron toward my Protestant brothers and sisters. I am merely reflecting upon my own experience as a former Protestant who, by the grace of God, was led home to the Catholic Church.

Fixed times of daily prayer punctuated the day in the lives of Christ’s followers in the infant church. 

Fixed-hour praying is the oldest form of Christian spiritual discipline. Fixed-hour praying has its roots in the Judaism out of which Christianity came. When the psalmist sang, “Seven times a day I praise you for your righteous ordinances.”[1], he was referring to the fixed-hour praying that was common in ancient Jewish life.

The Apostles and early disciples brought this practice of “sanctifying time” into the Church as a normal and acceptable aspect of daily Christian life.

The early Church fashioned their schedule of fixed-praying around the daily work schedule of the Roman Empire. Bells rang at six in the morning to announce the beginning of the work day. Bells sounded mid-morning for break, at noon for lunch, again at three to re-commence trade, and at the close of the work day at six. The addition of night and early morning prayers completed the fixed-hour praying form of the early Church – a form of fixed-hour praying that has survived the centuries and is still in practical use today.

Saint Benedict, in his rule written in the early 6th century, prescribed eight fixed-prayer hours for monks in monasteries to follow: Matins or Vigils, Lauds, Prime, Terce, Sext, None, Vespers, and Compline. Benedict’s monks prayed and worked. The focus has not changed. Benedictine monks still pray and work under the tutelage of and in the spirit of Saint Benedict.

I, as an Oblate of Saint Benedict, made a holy promise to enter into and with, as best as my ability and station in life allows, the prayer life of my spiritual fathers and brothers in the monastery. I have no separate Rule to follow as an Oblate. The Rule of my Benedictine fathers and brothers applies to me, as well. Life, as an Oblate living in the world, has variables – some of them uncontrollable - that are not common within the cloister of the monastery where schedules are much easier to keep. My fathers and brothers in the monastery recognize and understand the differences.

I must admit that there have been times when the ordinary things of life have rushed in on me to hinder me. There have been times when my own will has exerted itself and hindered me in progressing in Benedict’s school of the Lord’s service. There have also been times when I have allowed myself to get so involved in doing good works in the life of the Church that the Benedictine balance of ora and labora (prayer and work) was so direly affected that I lost focus.

Living to the age of retirement from the labors of making a living has afforded me a new world of opportunity where integrating and living the ideals of Benedictine spirituality meets fewer “outside” challenges.

Time does not belong to us.

The Apostle Paul makes mention of time and says to the Ephesian Church, “Look carefully then how you walk, not as unwise men but as wise, making the most of the time, because the days are evil.”[2]

Time is a sacred commodity that belongs to God. We enter into time for a short while then pass from it. The onus is on me to do what I have to do to consciously redeem time and use it as a tool that draws me closer to God.



[1] Psalm 119:164
[2] Ephesians 5:15-16

Thursday, November 29, 2018

Feast of Saint Andrew


The Feast of Saint Andrew
November 30th

Called - Protoklete – First Called

The Apostle Andrew travelled to Greece where he preached and established the Church. The Eastern Church traces their Apostolic Succession back to Andrew.

Andrew was sentenced to death by crucifixion. Insisting that he was not worthy to be crucified on the traditional type cross upon which Jesus died, Andrew was crucified on an “X” shaped cross. The “X” shaped cross thereafter became known as the Saint Andrew's Cross.

According to ancient tradition that dates back to the Sixth Century, Andrew’s last words, known as The Passion of Andrew, were -

"Hail, O Cross, inaugurated by the Body of Christ and adorned with his limbs as though they were precious pearls. Before the Lord mounted you, you inspired an earthly fear. Now, instead, endowed with heavenly love, you are accepted as a gift. Believers know of the great joy that you possess, and of the multitude of gifts you have prepared. I come to you, therefore, confident and joyful, so that you too may receive me exultant as a disciple of the One who was hung upon you.... O blessed Cross, clothed in the majesty and beauty of the Lord's limbs!... Take me, carry me far from men, and restore me to my Teacher, so that, through you, the one who redeemed me by you, may receive me. Hail, O Cross; yes, hail indeed!".

Historically, at LAUDS (and the other Hours) of the Feast of Saint Andrew

[Translated into English from the Breviarium Monasticum, and published in 1925 as The Monastic Diurnal or Day Hours of the Monastic Breviary] 

The Collect (opening prayer) 

We humbly entreat thy Majesty, O Lord:
That as the blessed Apostle Andrew stood forth as a preacher and ruler in thy Church,
So he may be our constant intercessor before Thee.
Through Christ our Lord.

The following words reverberated from the Choir

Hail, precious Cross,
Receive the disciple of him who hanged on thee,
 My Master Christ.
Blessed Andrew prayed, saying:
O Lord, King of eternal glory,
Sustain me as I hang upon the tree.
Andrew, the servant of Jesus Christ,
A worthy Apostle of God,
Was Peter’s brother,
And partaker of his passion.
Maxililla, beloved of Jesus Christ,
Took the Apostle’s body
And to a place of honor
Buried it with sweet-smelling spices.
Thou hast overwhelmed in Hell, O Lord
Them that did persecute the righteous:
And thou wast his leader
On the wood of the Cross.

Chapter – Romans 10:10-11

BRETHREN:
With the heart man believeth unto righteousness;
And with the mouth confession
Is made unto salvation.
For the scripture saith,
Whosoever believeth on him shall not be ashamed.









Moving Beyond False Impressions


The world, and a large part of the Christian world for that matter, lives with a faulty impression of monks, sisters, and monasticism in general. 

The words seem to somehow conjure up images of suffering, deprivation, sour dourness, and strict punishments for breaking the rules.

Hollywood, along with a lot of well-intentioned but erroneous interpretation by misinformed Christians, has done an excellent job in creating these false impressions.

I, for one, lived with and assimilated these false impressions into my own conception of things monastic. My Protestant background presented nothing positive to encourage me to consider otherwise. I was, as a Protestant minister, steeped in the theologies and doctrines of the Protestant Reformation of the 16th Century and in the subsequent divisional reformations that further subdivided the Protestant movement into what we see of it in these modern times.

The several years that represent the conclusion of the 20th and the beginning of the 21st Centuries were, for me, intense crisis years.

I think of those years as a personal season of death and resurrection – a long and difficult season that involved voluntarily separating myself from all that I had previously known, including people. No one that I had previously known over the course of the 45 years that represented my life at the time, with the exception of my daughter and mother, knew where I was at or how to contact me. It was during this personal season of death and resurrection – nearly two decades ago – that I began discovering the wealth of spiritual health available in the Catholic Church and within the various expressions of monasticism.

All of us human creatures are on a journey through life. An inherent part of this journey, as a result of sin, is that we are all born to die.[1] The reality that death awaits should behoove every human creature to investigate what awaits beyond the door that death opens.

Every journey through life is replete with challenging obstacles. Endeavoring to live a genuine Christian life – pursuing Christlikeness – sets us up for a lot of conflict, not only from the world around us but also within the world of our own self.

Benedictine spirituality is a course in dressing ourselves in Christlikeness. The course recognizes that the greatest battle for Christlikeness is on the battleground of self.[2] At times I am on the battle front. At times I am recovering in the infirmary.

God uses the crises in our lives to bring us to the end of ourselves. When we reach the end of ourselves, we discover our need to let go of our cherished preconceived notions and preferences.[3] The tower of the “I” that I make of myself is demolished. I can, if I choose, reclaim it and reassemble it. But why would I want to?

Hollywood and the images painted by misinformed others of monks, sisters, and monasticism?

The happiest and most joyful souls I have ever had the pleasure of meeting happen to reside in monasteries.

[Photo – Father Seamus on my left and one of the brothers on my right at The Abbey of Gethsemani. June 2007.]



[1] “For as in Adam all die, so also in Christ shall all be made alive.” 1 Corinthians 15:22
[2] “This message of mine is for you, then, if you are ready to give up your own will, once and for all, and armed with the strong and noble weapons of obedience to do battle for the true King, Christ the Lord.” RB Prologue 3
[3] “I have been crucified with Christ; it is no longer I who live, but Christ who lives in me.” Galatians 2:20

Wednesday, November 28, 2018

Infusions of Grace


The first time I read the words was back in the year 2000.

I had never heard of Thomas Merton. A friend handed the already opened book to me and asked me to read a few lines.

Those lines read,

“EVERY moment and every event of every man’s life on earth plants something in his soul. For just as the wind carries thousands of winged seeds, so each moment brings with it germs of spiritual vitality that come to rest imperceptibly in the minds and wills of men. Most of these unnumbered seeds perish and are lost, because men are not prepared to receive them: for such seeds as these cannot spring up anywhere except in the good soil of freedom, spontaneity, and love.”[1]

Winged seeds and germs of spiritual vitality?

Merton is writing about much more than judicial grace – that grace which saves us when it is applied to our lives. Judicial grace is certainly a need that we have. The eternal consequences of rejecting the saving judicial grace of Christ is not worth its cost, whether now or in eternity.

He is writing about daily infusions of grace, the reality that drops of grace are raining down upon us every moment, in every event of our lives, and that recognizing and receiving these many drops of grace depends upon our personal preparation to receive them.

One of the many beautiful things about the Catholic Church is the care that she takes to ensure that all of us have everything we need to cultivate the soil of our hearts so that we are prepared to receive these winged seeds and germs of spiritual vitality.

The Seven Rites of the Church[2], though many outside the Catholic Church see these Rites as binding religious legalism, are given to us by Christ through His Church to create freedom in the Holy Spirit, spontaneity in our worship and praise of God, and love for God and one another in the lives of God’s children - representations of multiplied graces, received from the Giver of Grace, and lived in our moment by moment lives.

Monastic communities also have a Rule that they live by. 

Ours, in the Benedictine tradition, is the Rule of Saint Benedict.[3] A Rule is called a rule because it creates parameters that assist in regulating life – not only community life but personal life as well. A Rule is a way of life that can also be seen as a collection of guiding life-principles. The life-principles contained in the Rule of Saint Benedict apply not only to the cloistered monk, but also to Oblates. They not only apply to monks and Oblates, but also to every Christian.

Benedict did not introduce something new to the Church in the Sixth Century. Monastic life - both for men and women - was, during the early centuries of Church history, a very normal and accepted expression of Christian faith. Nor did Benedict dream up what became known as the Rule of Saint Benedict. Benedict relied upon and constructed this Rule from the monastic models that preceded him.

Then, as now, those entering into the monastic expression of Christian faith, are men and women simply surrendering their lives to Christ and seeking God in an intense, personal, and directed way.

Life in the 21st Century is complicated. The complications and challenges, as the Century progresses, will not become less complicated. They will, if anything, become more complicated as society continues its downward spiral into godlessness and immorality.

Great and wonderful are your deeds,
O Lord God the Almighty!
Just and true are your ways,
O King of the ages!
Who shall not fear and glorify your name, O Lord?
For you alone are Holy.
All nations shall come and worship you,
For your judgments have been revealed.[4]


[1] Thomas Merton, New Seeds of Contemplation, © 1961 by the Abbey of Gethsemani, Inc. p. 14
[2] Baptism, Confirmation, Eucharist, Penance, Anointing of the Sick, Holy Orders, Matrimony
[3] Benedict (c. 480 – 547) is affectionately considered the Father of Western Monasticism.
[4] Revelation 15:3-4

Monday, November 26, 2018

Something New


Dear Reader,

I want to make a simple statement as I begin this new blogging project.

The statement is simply that time flies and waits for none of us.

The monumental reality of this simple truth began to settle upon me a few years ago. The settling coincided with the approach to my sixty-second birthday. I will, in a few short months, arrive at the sixty-five-year age marker. The reality of this simple truth is now full blown.

It seems like only yesterday that I was writing my Oblate Offerings blog. The truth of the matter is that a dozen years have passed since I first started that project. Oblate Offerings chronicled my journey as a Protestant minister discovering a new life in the Catholic Church and a vocation as an Oblate of Saint Benedict.

Oblate Offerings has recently been privatized and is no longer publicly available. Selections have been gleaned from Oblate Offerings, as well as from some of my other devotional writing, and will soon be published and made available via Kindle Direct Publishing.

Where liturgical time is concerned, we are approaching the Season of Advent where we will celebrate afresh the birth of our Lord Jesus. Where natural calendar time is concerned, we are approaching a new year. 2018 will forever be a thing of the past. 2019 will usher in a natural calendar year of opportunities.

I discover two imploring questions where this liturgical time and natural calendar time are concerned.

How will we respond to the reality of Christ’s birth and coming to us as the one who takes away the sins of the world?

What will we do with the amount of natural time that we have left on earth?

Aging has a way of causing us to evaluate. It has a way of causing us to examine ourselves and our priorities. We may not appreciate the aches and creaks in our joints. We may not appreciate that our physical vigor is waning. Aging though, I am discovering, is really a precious gift reminding me of my own mortality and the shortness of my time here on earth. Aging, like nothing else I have experienced, causes me to focus on those things that are most important, especially on those things that are most spiritually important.

Advent, and the New Year about to arrive, are both about new beginnings.

Oblate Reflections, as part of the new beginnings, picks up where Oblate Offerings left off. Perhaps, though, with a much more grandfatherly tone.

Grandfatherly tone?

I am coming to see it as the ribbon that wraps this gift called aging.

I do invite you to join me as I look afresh at the spiritual truths that we, as Catholic followers of Christ, and especially as Oblates of Saint Benedict, hold dear to our hearts and labor to integrate into the 21st Century lives that we live – truths that harbor the potential to change not only our lives but lives close to us.

May we all be born anew this Advent Season and make the New Year one of spiritual adventure. I am looking forward to the adventure!

Deo Gratias – Thanks be to God.

Your brother,
David A. Kralik


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