Thursday, July 29, 2010

I feel like I've done this before...

... and blogged this before. Like a looping sense of deja vu where every day is just as mundane as the last. Remind me again why I was so quick to grow up? Adulthood seems like a never ending cycle of work and responsibility. I feel like throwing a tantrum. Kids have all the fun.

I know, it sounds unbecoming to be complaining about something so trivial. I am just having a moment. It will pass.

Turning my thoughts elsewhere ... how do you members of religious communities do it; find contentment in the daily routine of monastic life? Matins, trece, sext, none, vespers, compline... over and over and over again. I know monastic life has been compared to the equivalent of heaven on earth, where in heaven we will be in ceaseless prayer.

However ...I was kind of hoping heaven would be more like a pub where the taps never run dry and cigarettes don't make you cough or choke. Maybe this is just another confirmation that a future wearing a habit is not my calling.


Just another mad Catholic said...

In the last episode of Ashes to Ashes Heaven is revealed to be a pub and the job of DCI Gene Hunt (read St. Michael)is to get the souls of police officers killed in the line of duty to accept their death so he can get them there.

getting back on topic the monastic life does sound like heaven - now just gotta get a job and pay back £17,000 worth of collage loans

RichnHim said...

I'm thankful you don't feel called to be a nun in a convent. I'd hate for you to be something you arn't.

Old Bob said...

I have always hoped that in Heaven (IF I get there) I will get to talk to all my favorite saints, artists, composers, engineers, etc., forever and ever - and of course to Our Lord and Our Lady and St. Joseph!

Anonymous said...


I'm a little loath to dredge this up (Father Mark made the picture a might bigger than I would have liked), but it CAN be done.

I even have a buddy who's an engineer. He gets up at 4:15, rides his bike, then prays Lauds. At night he prays Vespers, and later Compline. He's 44 and has two kids under six.

But that doesn't make either of us anything approaching saints. So don't despair, as the horarium leaves plenty of time left over for frequent beer and fights with the wife!

The Crescat said...

"I will get to talk to all my favorite saints, artists, composers, engineers, etc..."

But in a pub setting, or course.

Anonymous said...

Well, if you're insistent, then I'd agree. Heaven must have a pub...with Beatific Ale on tap.

Where else would they put Chesterton and Belloc?

Dan said...

Ah but you are forgetting.... In the "tedium" of monastic/cloistered life - there is quiet. My prescription is for more quiet in your routine.

Note: this is advice I don't have time for myself.

Br. Stephen, O.Cist said...


I've been out of the Abbey all summer taking classes at the University of Toronto and it's been great fun, but I'm counting the days until I'm home in my choir stall and back in the routine. I'll also be looking forward to Thursday recreation, which is beer, pool, and darts, which is not unlike a pub setting.

(Cigarettes do still make us cough and I do get irritated when there's no dark beer, but it's somewhat like heaven in other ways, I suppose.)

Anonymous said...

could we also add to that list that Heaven is where the humidor never gets empty?

Lola said...

I'm not a 'drinkin' girl, but the Pub scenario sounds nice to me.
Or a neighborhood donut shop with more than enough coffee.

I think if you were to talk with some of those sisters, they may tell you they don't always feel 'contentment'. Just as in even many good marriages, it isn't always flowers and sweetness and contentment.

Suburbanbanshee said...

Oh, man. All these comments, and nobody refers Cat to St. Brigid's poem on this matter? (Well, it's either Brigid's, or it's a poetic adaptation of something she famously said. Welcome to Irish medieval poetic genres.)

I'm finding it hard to find a full version of this poem online, though. Either it's all beer and no music, or all music and no beer. Heresy!

Suburbanbanshee said...

Here's a translation. Brigid, like many monks and nuns, was good at making ale and beer (and was known to miraculously multiply it).

"I would like a great lake of ale for the King of the kings;
I would like the people of heaven to be drinking it through time eternal.

I would like the viands of faith and pure piety;
I would like the flails of penance in my house.

I would like the people of Heaven in my house;
I would like the baskets of peace to be theirs.

I would like the vessels of charity to distribute,
I would like caves of mercy for their company.

I would like good cheer in their drinking,
I would like Jesus, too, to be among them.

I would like the Three Marys of illustrious fame,
I would like the people of Heaven there from all parts.

I would wish that I were a rent-payer to the Lord,
That I should suffer distress, and that He would bestow on me a good blessing.

I would like."

That's the translation... I think the angels with instruments are from another similar poem, and my brain was just remembering them smooshed together.

Oh, and it's not the normal word for beer or ale, it's corm/cuirm -- a strong barley beer or ale that was indispensable for a good feast with lots of drinking.

The Crescat said...

JOn, fantastic article. Thank you for the link.

Banshee... "I would like good cheer in their drinking,
I would like Jesus, too, to be among them."

I love this. I can see this on a t-shirt with Jesus raising a pint.

LarryD said...

I figure if Jesus can make 6 jars of wine for a wedding, having all the best brew in heaven for eternity shouldn't be a problem.

Christopher Lake said...

I don't think that I could ever be a monk. I am 37 and still love learning about new music as much as I did when I was 19. Ok, that's not completely true. Music was a god to me back then, an idol. However, as much I love watching "Into Great Silence," and thinking, sometimes, that I could be happy in such a life, the fact is, I feel like I'm withering away, stuck in New Mexico, with a disability, unable to drive and get out of the house very much. I need to live in the city, near decent buses and subways. Thank God that I was just finally accepted on the waiting list for a disabled-accessible apartment in the D.C. area. The monastic (even semi-monastic) life is not for me. Still love monks and nuns though! God bless 'em!

Anna A said...

Christopher, that is good news about D.C.