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Yesterday's News
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Fr Ignatius passes on
Our dearly beloved Fr. Ignatius Oudshoorn passed away at Nijmegen, Holland, on Friday 09 December 2011. The funeral took place at the Chapel of Berchmanianum, Nijmegen, where he spent his last years, on Friday 16 November 2011. He was later buried in the monastic cemetery of The Abbey ...
ABBOT HILDEBRAND FINDS GOLD IN GUYANA
How does one Abbot feel, when he presides at the Golden Jubilee of Profession of another Abbot who first received him into the monastery some twenty-three years previously? Well, I was to have this experience on Tuesday 15 January 2008 at the Benedictine Monastery in Bartica, Guyana. It ...
"A Calling"
written by Abbot John Pereira
for his Ordination to the Priesthood
June 27, 1993
written by Abbot John Pereira
for his Ordination to the Priesthood
June 27, 1993
You emptied yourself
You came like a slave,
For my wretched self
Your glory You gave.
Enveloped in mud
You stretched out Your hands,
You poured out Your blood
And changed all my plans.
But, what does it matter,
If, from ever before
At one with the Father
There is oneness no ...
You came like a slave,
For my wretched self
Your glory You gave.
Enveloped in mud
You stretched out Your hands,
You poured out Your blood
And changed all my plans.
But, what does it matter,
If, from ever before
At one with the Father
There is oneness no ...
"SUBIACO" -
By Abbot John Pereira
written at Subiaco on Friday 07 June 2002
By Abbot John Pereira
written at Subiaco on Friday 07 June 2002
I look to the rugged hills of Subiaco
And I wonder …
I feel the gentle breeze of Subiaco
And I ponder …
I hear the singing birds of Subiaco
I smell the roses of a defeated fantasy
And I taste the sweetness of God’s Word …
I step into the recesses of the ...
And I wonder …
I feel the gentle breeze of Subiaco
And I ponder …
I hear the singing birds of Subiaco
I smell the roses of a defeated fantasy
And I taste the sweetness of God’s Word …
I step into the recesses of the ...