Historical fiction.
Jean-Rémin, offered to the congregants a little
prayer:
“Dear Jesus, please provide us with the wisdom and the judgement to respond in
kindly and in merciful to those who hurt us, as You respond to me when I have
trespassed ‘gainst my Earthly kin. Amen.”
The brothers did accord. Then sang they up another hymn and then retired
briefly to the kitchen some, to bring the Feast into the common room.
Each fruit and flower was then doubly-blessed, by each the Benedictine
brothers, Guytonnet and Jean-Rémin. Neither was ordained, but in these dire
times, a layman priest was well preferred to having none at all! And well
perhaps our Lord would mark His due, for two lay priests, they vicars proper,
may be measured up to one in cloth received?
Even in the countryside, the merchants did report that some remotest villages
did them employ a woman as a priest. They said so with their full veracity.
Never had the brothers heard, however, ever there’s a child priest, nor one of
four-leg’d animals, nor fishes in the sea. For every season or a couple,
stories did come through that someone near or far away had witnessed talking
animals. Why not? God did shew us miracles of common sorts near every day.
Think fondly of our Biche-Tachetée, the spotted hare, and all her kits! Something
that should seem unusual, withas this lady priest, would come unusual to
filling up their ears, and not on every day, from every place. This why it be
strange of course, the very essence of this strangeness: not for someone other
than a priest, a nun or brother be in love with God, but rather for it come
from elsewhere, and infrequently.
Also had the brothers heard of other monks in other lands who were then be able
ask of God to grant them power over weather. These some other monks would pray
together early in the morning, to drive way the rains or bring a pleasant
breeze. Their abbot though did scold them and admonish them for folly, for only
God should tell the Four Winds where to blow and howl. Men ought not, even in
their power, wright these things and make them writ upon the Earth without dear
reason from ecclesiastical perspective. Never ere would miracles be done for
sport or personal advance, but only for our Lord God and His plans upon the
Firmament.
In Exodus, we learn that God did bring upon the Pharaoh plagues of vermin, and
in one case, frogs. In doing so, the Lord did arm the Children with least of
His Creation, to show the least of it could best the powers of the mighty
Pharaoh. But well recall! The magi of the Pharaoh also wrought a plague of
frogs to Egypt. Even in their majesty, these magi in their scintillating
garments, they did harm their king. No one needs two plagues of frogs or
several other things! So God did win the day and did that Pharaoh well
embarrass. Keep thee this at hand.
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| True Story. |
Here in Normandy, they tell a storm in nine hundred eighty-three that was so
fierce that it did also bring a plague of frogs unto a village. The village inn
was full when several pilgrims did attempt to stop and rest. There was no room.
Just then, the frogs did fall as rain, and then the ones who lived did hop away
again. Also did the villagers discover that the frogs, when roasted, had a
pleasant flavor on the palate. Although the elders of the village did suspect
some pilgrim wives of witchcraft, it was clear to the young priest that it was
God reminding men of His great power over nature. Scolded all the Witan of the
village, did the priest, their sin inhospitality, as was it evidenced by
intervening God. They were well admonished and never have the plague of frogs
again revisited fair Normandy, nor do bumpkins of the countryside turn pilgrims
there away.
Be this here a prolix way to say that there are some un-uniform proceedings
under Heaven here on Earth, whereas in Heaven things are perfect, and forever
and forever.
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