Thank you for your loving message of condolences to the family and community of Sister Macrina.
Sister Macrina Wiederkehr, OSB
July 28, 1939 - April 24, 2020
"O light of revelation when dawn shows its face, and when the shades of twilight enfold me, may I receive the peace that comes from being in communion with you. You are a window to the eternal, hold me in your view. Don't let me ever out of your sight. Death will hold no terror for me, sheltered under your wings. May I rest in peace in life and in death." ~ The Flowing Grace of Now, by Sister Macrina Wiederkehr
We, the Sisters of St. Scholastica Monastery, thank you for loving our Sister Macrina in this life. We are grateful for the gift of her and all the ways she touched others with the delight of God's world and words.
Know we are with you always. Our prayers go with you, and we are comforted by yours for us, and especially for Sister Macrina.
Remember this phrase from the heart of her pen, 'My God, help me believe the truth about myself no matter how beautiful it is.'
You have brought beauty to her and us here at St. Scholastica Monastery.
Let us walk her into the season of God's heart, where a tree full of Angels embrace her in sacred arrival. Our love and sympathy go to the family of Sister Macrina and all those who knew her.
The Mass for Christian Burial for Sister Macrina will be held at a later date after the restrictions mandated due to the COVID-19 virus have been lifted. Please remember Sister Macrina in your prayers.
Affectionately,
Sister Kimberly R Prohaska, OSB
Administrator/Prioress Elect and the Sisters of St. Scholastica Monastery
We would like to thank you for checking in on us and keeping us in your thoughts and prayers. We are grateful and we will continue praying for the needs of the world.
Weekly Reflection - May 24, 2020
Son of Man
Do not sell yourself short
The Kingdom will hurt if you do
I too, am stumbling
under the burden of my non-enoughness
My unfinishedness cries for recognition
for love
for acceptance
My unfinishedness cries for wholeness
cries for ME.
There is a promise in me
that wants to be kept
It wakes up each morning
and believes in my faithfulness.
The promise knows
that if I break it
a part of me will be gone
And like sand running thru' a cupped hand
I shall never find it again.
Son of Man
It is only an illusion
that we are too weak to keep promises
For I know a kingdom that will rejoice FOREVER
because of a promise we kept.
