Wednesday, February 10, 2010
St Scholastica was the twin sister of St Benedict, the founder of the Benedictine Order. She was born around 480 and died in 543. She and her brother were very close. After he founded the Benedictines at Monte Cassino, she founded a convent about 5 miles away. The two were even buried together. St Gregory the Great said, "death did not separate the bodies of these two whose minds were ever united in the Lord."
One of the more well known stories of Scholastica and her brother tells of their last meeting together. Scholastica had known that this would be the last time they would be together before her death and she asked Benedict to stay the night with her in conversation. He did not want to break his Benedictine rule and so refused. However, Scholastica prayed that God would somehow intervene. He did so by causing a storm that forced Benedict to stay. When he became upset with his sister for this prayer, she replied, "I asked a favor of you and you refused it. I asked God and He granted it."
It is said that upon her death, Benedict saw Scholastica's soul leave her body in the form of a dove.
St Scholastica was consecrated to God at an early age and lived a holy life. Her prayers on earth were very powerful and are more so now in heaven. She is often invoked against storms. So on this very stormy, snowy day in the northeast, I ask her intercession for all those who must be out in the storm.
O God, to show us where innocence leads, you made the soul of your virgin Saint Scholastica soar to heaven like a dove in flight. Grant through her merits and her prayers that we may so live in innocence as to attain to joys everlasting. This we ask through our Lord Jesus Christ, your Son, who lives and reigns with you, in the unity of the Holy Spirit, forever and ever. Amen.
Psalm 45: Canticle of Love to the King
My heart overflows with a good theme;
I address my verses to the King;
My tongue is the pen of a ready writer.
You are fairer than the sons of men;
Grace is poured upon Your lips;
Therefore God has blessed You forever.
Gird Your sword on Your thigh, O Mighty One,
In Your splendor and Your majesty!
And in Your majesty ride on victoriously,
For the cause of truth and meekness and righteousness;
Let Your right hand teach You awesome things.
Your arrows are sharp;
The peoples fall under You;
Your arrows are in the heart of the King’s enemies.
Your throne, O God, is forever and ever;
A scepter of uprightness is the scepter of Your kingdom.
You have loved righteousness and hated wickedness;
Therefore God, Your God, has anointed You
With the oil of joy above Your fellows.
All Your garments are fragrant with myrrh and aloes and cassia;
Out of ivory palaces stringed instruments have made You glad.
Kings’ daughters are among Your noble ladies;
At Your right hand stands the queen in gold from Ophir.