What a crazy journey Merton went on! I do wonder what sort of sins a secluded mute monk would have that would warrent self-flagellation...Seems extreme! :P But it sounds that his journey lead him to find what he was looking for in a lovely hybrid practice.
This is stupid, but I had the idea that the Trappists made jam. Or wine.
The Kentucky guys lucked out with Merton’s royalties. They do make cheese still at that abbey, I think. Their motto used to be “cheeses for Jesus”.
Basically, anything that helps pay the utility bills.
Depends which abbey. Jam, but also honey, cheese, salad dressing, etc.
It’s a model parishes should adopt to help pay for things like steeples and parking lot holes.
I’ll bring that up Sunday at Vestry!
Something marketable at farmer’s markets and such. My monastery paid its electric bill through the sale of honey at our own roadside stand.
Carol P. Makes pretty good pickles…
Pat makes that sublime banana pineapple jam and lots of other things.
What a crazy journey Merton went on! I do wonder what sort of sins a secluded mute monk would have that would warrent self-flagellation...Seems extreme! :P But it sounds that his journey lead him to find what he was looking for in a lovely hybrid practice.
I should’ve said that by Merton’s time the shorthandled whip was more symbolic than anything else.
Oh that’s good hah!