Friday, June 15, 2018

Tales from the Norman Countryside

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.

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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