Last month, I had the good fortune to go visit St. Meinrad, an Archabbey in southern Indiana. I make the pilgrimage out there normally once per year, but this time it was different. This time I went with members of my church.
Now, before we continue, I’m going to give the backstory on the Archabbey. St. Meinrad was founded in 1854 by Benedictine Monks who came to Indiana at the request of a local priest who needed help serving the pastoral needs of the local German community and help preparing future priests. The layout of the main building includes a church connected to the monastery that houses the monks, and it is also connected to a multi-story school that houses artwork, classrooms, offices, and whatever the school needs. Across from the entrance of the school is the campus library and across from the side of the school opposite the monastery is a theater for live performances and films (which is where I first saw Minions 4). Besides that, there’s a pub behind the library that is run by seminarians, and a guest house up the road that most guests stay at that provides breakfast, lunch, and dinner during the retreat. It’s a short walk to the church from the guest house with a statue of St. Meinrad between the two.
Saint Meinrad of Einsiedeln the man was himself a Benedictine monk who is known as the martyr of hospitality. Living as a hermit, people would come to visit him for spiritual guidance and give him gifts that he passed along to others. Two men later murdered him in the hope they could get the gifts he was being given, thus being attacked for his good will towards those he knew. St. Meinrad the Archabbey, meanwhile, embodies the ethic of the saint and his hospitality by providing food, housing, and spiritual experiences for guests who arrive and come visit.
Going back to visiting, most of my past experiences had been very self-guided. There was always a tour and opportunities for spiritual direction, but most of it was built more on getting away from the rest of the world and spending time with God. Going to the one through my current church though, had more events and was more group oriented.
I was initially going to drive alone, but the fellow who was serving as the point of contact for the event had suggested going on a carpool as a way to help build fraternity. After reconsideration, I took up the suggestion and asked for a ride. So I took a trip down with a fellow from my church who was originally born in Germany.
We had good conversations; discussing politics, religion, philosophy, and just about any topic that came up. He and I did not always agree, but that made it all the more interesting. After that, we stopped by the Monte Cassino Shrine, a small chapel not far from the Archabbey’s campus, and did a rosary together. It was a real pleasure to do all that with him and made me all the more grateful I agreed to take a ride.
Nevertheless, the highlight of the trip was the talks given by Brother Zachary. The theme of his talks were on hope and its meaning. Specifically, hope is not merely a good feeling that things might turn out alright. It is to wait.
God has promised us that we will be reunited with him when we die. That all our suffering does matter and that we are connected to him, even when we can’t feel it. We have hope that God will make good on his promise to us, come hell or high water, because he loves us and promises us his glory.
Now, there are many obstacles to hope that test us and drip us on our path. People leaving the faith, the decline of institutions, and personal tragedies that can make us lose sight of God, and thus lose hope. Yet, if what God says is true, then we will get through it and, through the Holy Spirit, he will give us the power to do so.
Which is why we must remain obedient (one of the key values of the Benedictine order) to the will of God. We must do as he commands, and trust in his plan, even when it seems impossible or makes no sense. So we as Christians have to trust in him, remain obedient (to listen), and keep moving forward in service to him. For we believe that there is something waiting for us when this is over, and it will be worth every hardship, or even because of them.
Well, the final day came and the retreat ended with Mass. The Gospel reading was on the transfiguration, and the fellow I rode with had a lot of thoughts on it so it was fun to pick his brain. We stuck around for lunch, had one last round of conversations, and then went home. An all around perfect end to a perfect weekend.
I told several people there that I was going to write this when it was over. I didn’t want the trip just to be an event that happened and then I moved on from there. I wanted the experiences and Br. Zachary’s words to stay with me, and the memories made with the people I met to stick around. So, I’m happy to report I accomplished that.
To those given a similar opportunity to go on a retreat, a conference, or a trip with your church, definitely try to take it. It’s an opportunity to make friends, grow in faith, and maybe even learn something about yourself. These are experiences that can’t be quantified, but are definitely worthwhile.







