On Sunday evening, as I had planned, I read the introduction to Rowan Williams' book and turned the The Assignment. I had tried to begin reading it several weeks earlier, but the first chapter introduced so many characters that I couldn't keep them straight, and I set it aside. Now, however, I read two chapters and felt less confused.
As I began the book, I thought that the teacher's reason for the assignment made sense: it is necessary to understand the mindset of racists and bigots if we want to be able to argue effectively against them. Genocide is an ongoing problem. The class was one for outstanding high school seniors, taught by a much admired teacher. The school had no Jewish students. The two who objected were long-time friends Logan, who lived with her father, a college math professor, and Cade, whose parents ran an inn beside the lake (Ontario). Others in the class included Mason, captain of the hockey team and son of the abusive coach and Logan's rival for valedictorian; his girl friend; two other members of the hockey team; and a gay boy named Daniel. When the assignment was given, one of the hockey players gave a Nazi salute and said, "Heil Hitler," to which the other said, "Sieg Heil." The teacher rebuked them.
At 9:30. with nothing else to do, I went to bed. Although I never go to bed before midnight at home, since I don't bring the internet with me to the monastery, there is nothing to stay awake for once I've done all the reading I want for the evening.
Monday, Sept. 6, was Labor Day. I got up late, at 5:25, but still managed to be in church well before the start of Vigils and Lauds, which runs from 6:00 to about 6:45. Since it was a holiday, the kitchen crew had the day off, and monks prepared all three meals. For breakfast, at 7:25 Bro. Celestine offered a normal variety (eggs, bacon, sausage, pancakes), plus "overnight apple french toast," which was delicious. He said that it was customary in his family on Easter Sunday.
Later in the morning I previewed the readings for the following Sunday's Mass, caught up on the newspapers in the chapter room, read Chapter 1 about Benedict and chapters 3 & 4 of The Assignment, and visited the graves of the two monks who died in July.
Mornings generally followed a similar pattern: rising shortly after 5:00, church, breakfast, newspapers, books. As time went on I found myself reading increasing amounts of the novel, and I held to my plan of a chapter of Williams in the morning and another in the afternoon — trying to draw applications for myself.
Midday Prayer at noon was followed by lunch in the chapter room. I don't remember who prepared it. It was pretty basic sandwich makings, chips, etc. I sat at a table with Abbot Mark and Brothers Ignatius, Basil, Celestine (both of whom were going to resume seminary studies on Tuesday), and Thomas (the new novice).
In the afternoon, it was more reading, napping, haustus (snack) at 3:30. (The pattern for the next two days as well.)
Mass was at 5:15, followed by steak (IIRC) dinner in the cloister yard, followed by Vespers, followed by KP, followed by more reading before my bedtime.
By this point I had read three chapters of The Way of St. Benedict. In the first two Williams points out that stability is a central part of a monk's vows. The monk will be part of the same community for life, which means that, whatever you think of him, he's not going away. So you have to live with him. Williams draws from the Rule of St. Benedict three necessary qualities for a monk: he must be transparent, a peacemaker, and accountable. Papering over pproblems won't work. Williams suggests that these qualities are needed in the wider world as well. In the third chapter, Williams recalls Augustine of Canterbury and the monks who accompanied him to England from Rome shortly before 600. He suggests that they and subsequent generations of monks evangelized the English by being an example of living as Christians peacefully in community.
Tuesday, September 7. Things happened at the usual times. We were back to having meals in the refectory, with reading at lunch and dinner from the book Grant, by Ron Chernow. While I was there, we were hearing about the years just before the Civil War, when Grant was in St. Louis and impoverished.
In the morning I went to the bookstore, where I saw The Boethian Commentaries of Clarembald of Arras, translated and edited by David B. George and John R. Fortin, O.S.B. Since Fr. John had been a college student about to enter the monastery when I was there in the 60's, I "had" to buy it. I read the introductory material while I was there, and now it's in my pile of books to be read.
At recreation after dinner, I was introduced to UNO, by Fr. Augustine the new prior and novice master, Father Bede, and Brothers Ignatius, Andrew the college freshman from Alabama, and Thomas the novice. I watched a couple of games and then played a couple (and almost got the hang of it).
To be continued.
