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Thursday, April 30, 2009
A Day in the Life of a Carmelite Monk
There is no noise for all is still, except perhaps for the wind from the canyon beating against the walls. Each room is dark and silent as the bright brilliant moon shines its glow and the stars twinkle in the heavens above. The towns and cities of Wyoming are black; every man is asleep in bed. It is 4:10 in the morning and the day for many has not yet begun, but in this silent stillness there tolls a bell for the space of a “Hail Mary” and those precious words of the new day sound from the monk’s lips, “Praised be Jesus Christ!” Many do not hear these words, but to the monks who wake to such a resounding cry the day has begun. Jesus is waiting for them in their small, poor little chapel; there is work to be done, prayers to be said and souls to be saved.