Thus we do not fear, though earth be shaken
and mountains quake to the depths of the sea,
Though its waters rage and
and mountains totter at its surging.
Continuing with Crosby, Celibacy, and Miller, Dorothy Day, as before.
Many prayers speeding to my family and friends and loved ones immobilized by the cyclonic storm. It's hard to know what to say or do when you are removed so far from the danger and, consequently, you are far from being able to provide direct assistance or solidarity. We do what we can, and when we do not know what to do, we should pray for enlightenment. And when we cannot or do not pray as we ought, then we should at least make of our desperation for prayer a prayer in itself.
Our friar has returned from the hospital and is ambulatory, self-medicating for the blood clot and going about his routine gently. We pray for him and surround him with good cheer.
This morning, house jobs in lieu of classes, the same as yesterday. We will return to our Franciscan studies when our brother is able to lead them. This afternoon, personal time for reading, reflection, revision of our self-evaluations, recreation, and rest (and maybe other words that begin with an "r"). This evening, beginning our next day of recollection, with a focus on the communion of saints and the Capuchin community that is surrounded by this cloud of witnesses.
In this place, at this time, no storms within or without, but mindful that around the world, there are always storms, and always will be, until the end of time.