A stern generosity runs through it.
The rhythms of monastic life, the hours, the office, the psalms, the seasons, work and prayer.
Error and sin are held to strict account, but then that strictness is set aside and a very human and tangible mercy is insisted upon.
The abbot stands in Christ’s place very tangibly.
The monks are to take great care not to hurt or offend each other.
In the morning they are to encourage each other, “For the sleepy make many excuses.”
I repent of my turkey joke. Thank you for your prayers.
So who's the abbot of Korrektiv?
IC,
The most ancient one among us, of course!
JOB
I'm pretty sure it's Rufus, despite his time in prison. I make too many excuses, and am far too sleepy.
We're a Kierkegaardian house, though. That's not quite the same Rule as Benedict's.
Oh, it's an order now, is it?
Official approval is pending.
Can we be discalced? Or would that be too great a hardship for those of you in the Pacific Northwest?
No, it'd be good for them. But how about we compromise and wear slippers? That's how I live already.
Does the Kierkegaardian third order get to be aesthetes?
Get to be? I'm pretty sure it's required. Drunkenness is, however, optional.