Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Ash Wednesday, February 18, 2026

Holy Cross MonasteryWest Park, NY

Br. Scott Wesley Borden

Ash Wednesday, February 18, 2026


 
Ash Wednesday is the official start of the Season of Lent. So, if you haven’t finished all the chocolate, it's too late. 

Lent and Advent have a similar function in the calendar – they both provide a season of contemplation and reflection leading up to the defining events of Christian life; the birth of Jesus and the death and resurrection of Jesus. 

By tradition, there are two primary intentions for Lent. In the first half, we are called to reflect and repent. In the second, our focus is directed to Jesus’ journey to Jerusalem – to crucifixion... and resurrection.  

It is a somber, penitential season. It goes against our modern culture. Of course, standing apart from culture is just where we should want to be as followers of Jesus. 

I want to start by considering what Saint Benedict says about Lent: 

The life of a monk (and for the purposes of this sermon we are all monks...) ought to be a continuous Lent. Since few, however, have the strength for this, we urge the entire community during these days of Lent to keep its manner of life most pure and to wash away in this holy season the negligence's of other times. This we can do in a fitting manner by refusing to indulge evil habits and by devoting ourselves to prayer with tears, to reading, to compunction of heart and self-denial.  

During these days ... let each one deny himself some food, drink, sleep, needless talking and idle jesting, and look forward to Holy Easter with joy and spiritual longing – Everyone should, however, make known to the abbot what he intends to do, since it ought to be done with the abbot’s prayer and approval. Whatever is undertaken without permission of the spiritual father will be reckoned as presumption and vainglory, not deserving a reward. Therefore, everything must be done with the abbot's approval. 

So, walk with me a bit down memory lane... When I was in 5th grade, nearly 60 years ago, a Roman Catholic classmate of mine announced at about this time of the year that she was giving up coffee for Lent. It was rather ingenious. She was required to report something she was giving up to her priest. And since she did not, in fact, drink coffee, she could meet the requirement with no inconvenience. When you are ten years old, this seems like a pretty good answer... 

She even met the spirit of Benedict's caution. She did not have an Abbot to tell, but she was telling the appropriate spiritual authority – her priest. What I have never known is the outcome – I will forever wonder what the priest may have said to her in response. 

St Benedict and my 5th grade classmate have something to tell us about what we do for Lent – in some way they are telling us the same thing... We have developed, in our tradition, the belief that to be really effective, a spiritual practice must be heroic, perhaps even draconian. 

What my intelligent 5th grade friend was engaging in was a practice of non-heroic, minimal rather than maximal displacement discipline. OK – her particular plan may have been sub-minimal... it asked absolutely nothing of her... but erring on the side of minimal may be of more spiritual benefit than we think. 

Benedict's counsel guides us in the same direction. “Let each deny him or her-self some food, drink, etc.” I'm not in 5th grade and I do drink coffee. If I were to implement my classmate's plan in accordance with the rule of Benedict, I might be looking to give up one cup of coffee a day, or to not drink coffee one day of the week... to give up some, not all. 

Benedict is clear in purpose: We will add something by way of private prayer and take away something from food or drink, so that we will have something additional to offer God.  

A heroic form of fasting too easily becomes a spiritual destination rather than a spiritual tool. If I give up chocolate for Lent, then chocolate, or at least that empty space where chocolate used to be, becomes the focus of my Lenten practice. What strange kind of offering is that? 

I love Benedict's particularly moderate approach. He has a list: food, sleep, needless talking and idle jesting. Only talking and jesting get qualifiers, but you don't need to know a great deal about St Benedict to know that he never encourages anybody to go entirely without food or sleep. We are, after all, Benedictines, not Cistercians... Benedict doesn't need to qualify those because we know the rule still calls us to meals and to bed each day. Needless talk and idle jesting imply that there is still room for purposeful talk and perhaps even some jesting – as long as it's not idle... 

The danger lies in presumption and vainglory. They are spiritually deadly. Presumption puts me before God. A particularly severe observance of Lent encourages me to presume that I have or can achieve something important... something especially pleasing to God. That is vainglory – empty boasting. The Kingdom of God is a Kingdom of justice and love... Heroic deprivation does not contribute to either. 

We need to step into Lent, not leap into it, making little adjustments in order to free ourselves from worldly attachments. Massive dislocations and heroic deprivations just change the nature of our enslavement. We substitute a positive attachment – I need another cup of coffee... for a negative attachment – I will not drink coffee at all under any circumstances... no matter how much I’d love a cup of coffee... We’re just as attached, just to the absence rather than the presence.  

On Ash Wednesday we are reminded that we are dust, and to dust we will return. This is a perspective that allows little space for presumption or vainglory. There is no point in attachment, in storing up the treasures of this earth. There is no value in a big and grand show of piety. We are still dust. 

But let me share another perspective on dust... from Dr Liz Watz, one of the instructors for the Jungian Christian Dialogue that Br Randy and I I are part of: We are what happens when love meets dust. Liz does not specify God’s love, and I don’t think she has to. All love is ultimately God’s love. All things are God’s creation. All things are just dust held together by God’s love. 

As Jesus will remind us on Maundy Thursday, we are to love one another as God loves us. The less preoccupied I am with indulging and comforting myself, the more able I am to love others and to love God. And just to be clear, loving God is loving others.  

Repentance isn’t about feeling bad. It's about giving our selves over to the uninhibited and seemingly reckless love that is God. The more I allow myself to live into God’s love, the more able I am to love God’s children and all of God’s wonderful creation. That is the work of repentance... the work of Lent... the giving up of my carefully guarded and metered love for the unbound generosity of God’s love. 

Do I get there all at once? Do I even get there in the span of my life? Probably not. And that’s OK. Jesus calls us to follow, not to arrive. 

As I do the work of reflection that Lent calls for, it will surely be distressing. I fall short – a lot... I’d love to say that I am a pure and holy monk with never an impure or evil thought, let alone deed. But I’m sure my brothers will disabuse me of any notion that this is true... and when needed, I'll return the favor...

If it starts to feel hopeless – then I will try to remember to remind myself that I’m in a process. I’m following Jesus as best I can. And I can take great comfort in the lives of those early followers – Thomas who was filled with doubt... Peter who denied any knowledge of Jesus at all –three times... Judas who betrayed Jesus... The whole drowsy bunch who couldn’t stay awake with Jesus in Gethsemane. I fit right in. Thankfully Jesus calls us as we are. 

Repentance, the turning of my life to follow Jesus, is work that I can do at each step of the journey. And if I get a step wrong, that’s OK. It's not a failure; it's an opportunity to repent – to turn and change direction. 

Sunday, February 8, 2026

The Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany, February 8, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Randy Greve
The Fifth Sunday after the Epiphany, February 8, 2026



We are salt.  We are light.  Our human gift is to enhance flavor, to burn brightly.  Jesus does not say, “you have salt and light”.  He does not say, “you are salt ‘if’”.  He does not say, “you are light ‘if’”.  He lists no condition, no cost, no possible revocation.  This is a proclamation from the one who created us.  Dare we believe the announcement Jesus makes that inherent in every human is the divine zest that awakens taste, the holy fire that warms and reveals?  The implications are staggering.  

What follows this announcement are warnings. You are salt - but don’t lose your saltiness.  You are light - but don’t hide the light you are. The immediate truth to be spoken after proclaiming who we are is the danger of polluting or hiding who we are.

God creates us out of love to reflect divine life.  Christ warns us out of love so that we would preserve and live what we are.  Notice the nature of the relationship.  The Christian life is a dance between delight and danger, gift and warning, grace and responsibility.  Only God can create, and God has.  And in that very creation God risks giving us to use as we decide a glory and honor, we have neither earned nor deserved in ourselves.  In return, we are invited to reflect back the dignity of being human, to make every moment the sacrifice of gratitude and self-offering.

We are salt and light purely by God’s grace. Acting like it is on us.  Christ can give us our essence, make us salt and light.  He cannot force our will.  He cannot make us live who we are.  He can invite, admonish, even warn us about our choice, but he cannot make it for us.  He points to the dangers of choosing pollution and hiding so that we might be alert to what is at stake and take our responsibility as seriously as he does.  

What if we say yes to who we really are?  We actualize salt and light by prophetic words and deeds.  God has made us live in a generous, respectful community with one another as brothers and sisters.  And as a new humanity the barriers and dividing walls have come down and we are one.  Yet enmity and violence persist.  We encounter within us and around us systems and patterns that normalize harm, prejudice, and bigotry.  Salt and light make us aware of the harm we do and the harm done in our names.  Salt and light in us enlighten us to recognize evil and injustice and the temptation to compliantly conform to their ways.  And by being salt and light, we can say, “no, I will not comply”.   Being salt is waking up, looking around, paying attention to reality - not the party line, not propaganda, but what is actually true.  Light is exposing, illuminating, and revealing what is hidden and unnamed.

Now we see the importance of the warnings.  This proclamation of Jesus about who we are sets us in this cosmic wrestling against evil.  This identity will cost us something.  No wonder we rationalize a little sand in our salt, just a small basket over our light.  But our salt is made salty, our lights meant to shine bright, exposed.   Bland darkness is lifeless.  Zesty light is laying down my life.  Those are the choices - I offer myself to Christ as I decide to wake up and tell the truth or I play it safe, exist but not really live.  

The warnings are for us because the pressure of our internal fear and external danger are powerful enough to get us to reject our identity.  Around us what scripture calls principalities and powers, spiritual evil, systemic injustice, violence and prejudice, are the manifestations of the rejection of salt and light.  After a group, an ideology, a movement has polluted its salt and hidden its light, the very notion of what it means to be human gets gnarled into an ugly thing.  Evil fills the vacuum where the salt and light were meant to be.  And this vacuum recoils from the thing it once was and rejected.  The evil powers of this world cannot stand the presence of salt and light.  These powers make friends with blandness and worship darkness and call it holy.  It rules with the fear that lives in it.  It says, “conform, and we’ll let you live.”

Abbot Anthony, who lived from 251-356 said, ‘A time is coming when people will go mad, and when they meet someone who is not mad, they will turn to him and say, “You are out of your mind,” just because he is not like them.’

Jesus calls those who follow him to receive the identity and capacity to resist and subvert the powers of evil so that the life of the kingdom of heaven will be lived in us and known in all the world.  Salt and light are dangerous.  They are noncompliant, unyielding, and unbowed in the face of the flat darkness that would deaden our souls.  So do not comply.  Do not complacently adjust to anything inhuman.  Be intolerable to injustice.  Be unavailable for lies.  Be uninterested in the call to conform to the ways of this world at the expense of your soul.  Some around you may choose to be bland.  You are seasoning.  Be seasoning instead.  Some around you may choose to stay in the darkness.  You are light.  Shine your light.   This is scary.  Fear means we are alive; we want to keep living, but fear does not get to decide what makes us human.  We are salt.  We are light.  Go and season life.  Go and shine fire. Amen.

Tuesday, February 3, 2026

The Presentation of our Lord, transferred, February 3, 2026

Holy Cross Monastery, West Park, NY

Br. Robert Leo Sevensky, OHC

The Presentation of our Lord, transferred, February 3, 2026

Senex puerum portabat: puer autem senem regebat: quem virgo peperit, et post partum virgo permansit: ipsum quem genuit, adoravit. 


It was in the early 1970s, probably 1972, that I first heard these words. They were sung to a setting written by the great Renaissance composer and court musician William Byrd (1540-1623) at the Church of the Advent in Boston on the Feast of the Presentation. I was captivated by the music, a motet that weaved in and out with its various lines and finally resolving. It was stunning. But even more captivating for me were the words themselves:


An old man held up a child

yet the child upheld [or ruled] the man. 

The child the Virgin bore while yet remaining a virgin, 

this child she had borne, she adored.


The text itself is an ancient antiphon for First Vespers of today’s feast as well as part of the gradual chant at the mass. It comes to us from a sermon of Saint Augustine. And it is pure poetry.  


Spanning centuries, the medieval mind delighted in words and dwelt in them in a way that it is almost impossible for us now, overwhelmed as we are by words and images and music and noise and false news and social media. As LP Hartley famously reminds us, "The past is a foreign country: they do things differently there." And in that different country, that other world, words were scarcer and were attended to with greater attention and even greater receptivity and creativity. So it is with this motet, this antiphon. There is a palpable delight in the juxtapositions and the surprising paradoxes that are articulated. An old man holds a child, yet that child upholds the old man, and not just the old man but the entire universe. The Virgin bears a child yet remains a virgin and adores the one who made her though she had given him birth. It's more than just clever word play. It points rather to the astounding power of God to shape and reshape our minds and our hearts to see in new and more faithful ways. That may be the truth of Lectio Divina, a practice which I find so elusive. That may also be the truth of poetry which I find equally elusive. It is the realization that what appears at first sight is not the whole story; it's not even the true story. Something more mysterious and profound is going on. It is, if you will, mysticism in verbal form.  And it takes time to unfold.


Some years ago, we simplified our 1976 Monastic Breviary, and this Feast of the Presentation was drastically revised. The antiphons, which were always notoriously difficult to sing, were eliminated. But it’s worth listening once again to the poetic truths they embody and to consider the invitations, they offer us to enter into the mysterious and archetypal depths of this feast.


So, the antiphon on the Magnificat of First Vespers: 

“O wonderful interchange! The creator of mankind, taking upon him a living body, deigned to be born of a virgin, and proceeding forth as man, without seed, has made us partakers of his divinity.”

Chew on that for a while!

Or the antiphon on the Benedictus:

“When you were marvelously born of a virgin, then were the scriptures fulfilled; you came down like rain into a fleece of wool, to bring salvation to all mankind: we praise you, O our God.”

Can you imagine a better prayer, a holier acclamation?

Or my favorite, the antiphon on the Magnificat at Second Vespers:


“In the bush, which Moses saw unconsumed, we acknowledge the preservation of your glorious virginity; holy mother of God, intercede for your children.”


Mary, the Burning Bush!


Today's feast marks the conclusion of the Nativity or Christmas cycle, a cycle largely based on the infancy narrative of Saint Luke’s gospel, those first two chapters of Luke which shape both our popular devotion and our theology. Most of us admit that these chapters are not historical in the way we understand that term today. They are, if you will, legends or great mythic narratives which point beyond themselves not to historical details—though they are there too—but to profound theological, doctrinal, and dogmatic understandings. They are all about God with us, Emmanuel, the Holy One pitching a tent and dwelling among us in the person of Jesus and in the Spirit's power. And in this way, they bring us to a more adequate expression of the truth and not its diminishment.


But to understand these events celebrated today, dwelling in scriptural texts such Simeon’s canticle Nunc Dimittis that we sing each night at Compline or in these wonderfully poetic antiphons which come to us from over a millennia ago, we need to let go, at least provisionally, our need for logical certitude and historical accuracy and inhabit for a time the realm of the poet or artist or artisan or mystic. 


 And so today we walk with Mary and Joseph and the Baby into the Temple. We meet Anna the prophetess. We watch Simeon, aged though he is, pick up the Child just as we carried burning candles in procession. We listen to Simeon’s song. We hear of a sword piercing a mother's heart. And with journey with the family as they get on with their lives, as best they can, moving to Nazareth and making a home there…a home fit for a King.


An old man held up a child, but the child upheld the man. So, it is with us. The child whom the woman bore while remaining a virgin, this child she adored. So must we, so must we.  Saint Augustine says: “Simeon, the old man, bore Christ the Child; Christ ruled the old age of Simeon... Christ was born, and at the old age of the world the desire of the old man was fulfilled. He who found a world broken with age came to an ancient man.”   And still, he comes to us today.


I close with a quote from a contemporary Jesuit writer, Joseph Koczera:


“The old man carried the child, but the child ruled the old man. Borrowed from his sermon of Saint Augustine, this verse pithily sums up Simeon’s place in the history of salvation. It may seem strange to think of a tiny infant “ruling” over anyone, yet it was the expectation of the Messiah's coming that served to order and govern Simeon’s life. We all have our hopes for the future, and we may find that our lives are governed by expectation. What is the consolation that we await, and what do we hope to see or encounter before we make our own Nunc Dimittis?” 


Good question.  Happy feast.

And if you get the chance today, listen on YouTube or Spotify to Byrd’s motet Senex Puerum portabat or one of the other settings of it by Tomas Luis de Victoria or Giovanni Palestrina.  You won’t regret it.