Advent Retreats. No sooner had most of the school population begun its “retreat” on Friday, December 20 – to points near and far for their holiday break – then the monks began their annual retreat of a different sort, safely and warmly collected in the confines of their calefactory. The program of eight conferences was led by our Dominican friend, Father Justin Bolger, O.P., who had completed his own canonical retreat at the Abbey last spring. Residing in the Friary at Providence College, he is currently the Chaplain at Brown University, as well as being a member of the Dominican bluegrass band, The Hillbilly Thomists, who performed at the Humanitas Symposium of the Portsmouth Institute last June with Narragansett Bay as their backdrop. Blessed with a strong baritone voice, Fr. Justin began his first conference on Day One by explaining that he wanted “to draw his themes from Advent hymns,” often understandably “overlooked in favor of Christmas carols.” Thus, each of his eight talks began on a musical note, as it were, with a hymn or an “O! Antiphon” sung either solo by himself or together with the monks. “You all are pretty medieval,” he continued, as he begged us “for forbearance,” admitting that this was his first series of conferences ever delivered to a group of religious. Fr. Justin’s first selection, one of his favorites, was “Lo, How a Rose E’er Blooming,” a traditional 1599 German hymn, slightly later than the medieval time period. It is inspired by Isaiah 11:1: “There shall come forth a shoot from the stump of Jesse, and a branch from his roots shall bear fruit.” The beautiful melody disguises and distracts from what is actually a strange image, that of a rose blooming from a dead stump in the dead of winter, what he calls an “agricultural phenomenon. It’s like something from a fairy tale.” But it presages the renewal and restoration of a kingdom.
The retreat days progressed seamlessly, with more beautiful melodies interspersed with references to, among others, the philosopher Thomas Kuhn (1922-1996, theory of paradigm shifts in science); the Elves of Lothlorien; music producer Rick Rubin (The Beastie Boys, Johnny Cash, LL Cool J, et al); T.S. Eliot (The Wasteland); C.S. Lewis (The Weight of Glory); Fr. Justin’s nephew Thomas; and Mariah Carey. In his fifth conference on Sunday, maybe having just seen ads in the morning papers for the new Bob Dylan film, A Complete Unknown, which opened on Christmas Day – and featuring a former college student of mine, St. Louisan Norbert Leo Butz, as ethnomusicologist Alan Lomax – Fr. Justin began to wax nostalgic. Well, sort of. And that’s his word, not mine. He admitted, “One thing I’ve noticed since entering religious life is that I’m less nostalgic. That Dylan line makes more sense now: I was so much older then. I’m younger than that now. I used to be more nostalgic. But I noticed nostalgia in myself actually at a young age. That something was lost. That I was already old somehow. It’s very weird.” Ensconced in a cozy calefactory during those days of retreat, it was comforting to hear him verbalize such feelings and share such emotions in the context of Advent, a season of anticipating something, of waiting for... someone. Each of us, and I’m not speaking only of monks and friars now, have unique and individual backgrounds which have created all manner of memories, often coming to the fore at these special times of the year. It was a blessing, a treat even, to have Fr. Justin lead us through his conference themes and thoughts and music, leaving us time to meditate on our own memories. Or, as Thomas Merton once said, to allow the monks “to readjust their perspectives.”