1. Saint Meinrad celebrated the ordination of twelve of our seminarians to the Order of Deacon on Saturday. It was a beautiful day in every way. Archbishop Daniel presided and was assisted by Bishop Duca of Shreveport and Bishop Shnurr, recently appointed as co-adjutor archbishop of Cincinnati. The twelve men were a great image of the Church. They were all young, vibrant men of faith. It was a great joy to see their families and friends, those who have supported them through countless crises and triumphs. They all looked justifiably proud. The festivities began on Thursday with a new tradition at Saint Meinrad, the rehearsal dinner. The deacons-to-be where hosted by the rector for a nice intimate dinner. It was a wonderful time for some fellowship and breathing before everything got underway. On Friday the bishops arrived as did the families. Parties and dinners were breaking out all over the hill. We also had a period of community adoration to observe the solemn events that would unfold on Saturday. The day itself dawned beautifully, the sun shining brightly on a crisp autumn day. A breakfast hosted by the rector was held for the ordinands and the visiting bishops. The ordination lasted two full hours. The music was glorious. The archbishop's homily urged the ordinands to consider the prostration as a sign of their future ministry to be men of humble prayer. Solemnly they came up one by one to receive the imposition of hands and to receive the prayer of consecration. At the end of the liturgy, the new deacons were applauded in front of the abbey church by all the clergy present. A beautiful lunch followed for over 300 people. Later that evening there was a hog roast at the unStable. On Sunday, families began drifting away so that by Sunday night we were back to normal, except that we had the grace of twelve newly ordained men in our midst. This is what Saint Meinrad is about, the transformation of lives for the service of the Church. This is what we have been doing for almost 150 years. We are so proud of these men and all our seminarians and deacon candidates and lay students who will offer themselves for service to the Body of Christ. While I am proud to be the rector of Saint Meinrad on days like last Saturday, I am equally proud to be the rector on ordinary days as we experience here the daily miracles of formation, conversion and discipleship. Ad multos annos to our new deacons.
  2. This is the homily for the Thirtieth Sunday of Ordinary Time

    Love God
    Love neighbor

    There is a deceptive simplicity in today’s Gospel injunctions.

    There is nothing here that we do not know
    We know the commandments.
    But do we know how to practice the commandments?

    I want to tell you the story of a priest.

    Fr. John Leonard Ogelsby was the first priest I ever saw in my life. Everyone called him Father O.
    I was 12 years old and my parents took me to see this man because I had a crazy idea in my head that I wanted to abandon my Baptist faith and become, in my mother’s words a Roaming Catholic.

    My parents, who were at their wits end as to what to do with me thought that taking me to a priest would be a kind of shock therapy to get the idea of becoming a Catholic out of my head. It obviously didn’t work.

    Fr. Ogelsby was certainly not a flashy man. He was a bit hefty, bald, with bulging eyes. He always wore what seemed to be the same crumpled suit, frequently streaked with chalk as he loved to teach. He knew everyone in his large parish, He had been in their homes. No matter what was going on he was there. Carwashes, bake sales, school plays, ballgames. He knew everybody’s names, he knew who their people were. He knew what troubled them. He knew what made them laugh.

    He faithfully celebrated mass, preached fairly mediocre homilies, prayed his rather worn-out breviary, tirelessly visited the sick, went regularly to the nursing home, and went into every classroom in the school everyday. He took the time to talk to the secretaries, the janitors, the cafeteria ladies.

    He always had his wallet open, in car door open, his office open. On his rare days off he liked to fish. He kept a record of every one he ever caught in a little notebook

    For 70 weeks, count them, I went every Thursday after school to his office and he gave me instructions in the Catholic faith. I think I might have known more about the bible than he did. He didn’t seem to mind. He patiently talked to me, wrote on a little blackboard in his office, treated me like a grownup, took my faith seriously, showed me his books, sent me cards for my birthday. He also loved my parents, loved them so much that he did not stop pestering them until they too took instructions and became Catholics. He took care of my father as he was dying, coming everyday to the hospital in spite of being pastor of the largest parish in the diocese.

    He was a wonderful priest. He was never a monsignor, never worked in the chancery office, was never considered for a post at the Vatican, and was certainly not bishop material.

    He was a priest who was simple and who knew two simple things. Love God, love neighbor. He knew that.

    He died last week at the age of 88. He was a priest for 58 years. He touched the lives of hundreds of thousands of people. He changed my life forever and I never once told him how important he was to me. I never once said “thank you.”
    Jesus knew something about human nature. He knew that we liked to have things put fairly straightforwardly, sometimes.
    The commandments are often best practiced when kept simple and when they are anonymous.

    The novelist, George Eliot, writes these lines at the end of her novel, Middlemarch. I paraphrase a bit for Father O.

    “the effect of his being on those around him was incalculably diffusive: for the growing good of the world is partly dependent on unhistoric acts; and that things are not so ill with you and me as they might have been, is half owing to the number who lived faithfully a hidden life, and rest in unvisited tombs.”
  3. Homily for Sunday, October 5, 2008

    It seems like I spend my whole life moving crap around.

    The other day I came across my photo album
    And opened it up to the first leaf
    I found staring me in the face my two-year old self
    Fat face
    Fat arms
    Bald head
    Only slightly toothed
    Mouth open
    And I thought, O I haven’t changed that much

    And the expression on the face
    Pure joy
    Pure laughter
    Pure happiness
    Pure wonderment

    And then, strangely enough, a singular thought flickered across my mind

    I wonder what happened to him?

    OF course, my answer is the answer of all of us

    The simple fact that life happens
    In today’s Gospel we are reminded of the simple topsy-turviness of living.
    That in the vineyard of life thinks go awry, the natural order is upset, But what is interesting is that today’s Gospel is not so much the exception as the norm.
    Wachovia is taken over by Wells Fargo
    Economic hardship
    Fortunes rising and fortunes falling

    In the vineyard of living, life happens
    And it happens precisely because it is life

    Life
    Dirty diapers
    Teething
    Wobbly legs
    Life

    Playground battles
    Punching and punched
    Names called and calling
    Life

    First loves
    Broken hearts
    Returned class rings
    Life

    Too many drinks
    Too many pills
    To many blindsiding self-discoveries
    Life
    Too many changes
    Too many novelties
    Too many discomboulations
    Life

    Broken homes
    Broken families
    Broken dreams
    Life

    Sickness
    Poverty
    Pain
    Life

    Forgetfulness
    Lack of control
    Forgetfulness
    Life

    Loss, too much loss
    War
    Death
    Life

    Life happens as it must and then sometimes we confront our two-year olds selves in the midst of so many transitions, and changes and we wonder

    What happened to the two year old
    What happened to the …

    Pure joy
    Pure laughter
    Pure happiness
    Pure wonderment
    Pure innocences
    When did the wicked tenants take over my vineyard

    Life can become like a burden or even a hazard
    Like a great weight upon our shoulders
    Like Sisyphus’ rock

    We all know that
    And then we hear the words of St. Paul:

    Brothers and sisters:
    Have no anxiety at all, but in everything,
    by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving,
    make your requests known to God.
    Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding
    will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

    Who has not known what life really is
    Who has not experienced the real disappointment that reaches out beyond the pettiness of daily irritations
    Who has not endured loss in this community
    Who has not seen the destruction the storms of life wrought
    Who has not lamented the pain, the unaduturated pain of living?

    Have no anxiety at all
    Everything will be made right by the appearance of the owner

    Because
    whatever is true, whatever is honorable,
    whatever is just, whatever is pure,
    whatever is lovely, whatever is gracious,
    if there is any excellence
    and if there is anything worthy of praise,
    think about these things.

    Then the God of peace will be with you.
    And what is that peace
    The peace of knowing that
    That God cares
    That God is involved
    That God is there
    That God forgives
    That God finds us beautiful
    That God overlooks
    That God wants us
    That God died for us in the vineyard of Calvary
    That God is God and nothing else is God

    That life not only happens, but that it matters, it matters.

    And when we know that, we can confront anything
    Even our two-year old selves laughing at us from the pages of a near forgotten photo album

    Even the mirror that every morning wearily announces a new day
    Filled with frustration
    Disappointment
    Heartache
    Violence
    Pain
    Anxiety

    And
    Pure joy
    Pure laughter
    Pure happiness
    Pure wonderment
    Pure friendship
    Pure community in this place

    Because Christ is Christ
    And God is God
    And we are his
    He will not leave us to the wicked tenants
    But he comes to us daily in the vineyard of this seminary community
    To feed us at this table
    To give us love in our brothers and sisters
    To tell us the worst joke we have ever heard
    To send us a note – I’m praying for you
    To laugh at our foibles
    To share his life with us in the beauty of creation
    The shrouding mist hanging over a shy autumn morning
    Broken leaves
    Bells ringing
    A procession of academic peacocks
    He comes To make us children again

    Then the peace of God that surpasses all understanding
    will guard your hearts and minds in Christ Jesus.

    Guard it completely until we abandon this vineyard and
    mount the starry heights of Zion realizing that we tread on stairs of adamant engraved forever with the legend “Life happens”

    The vineyard of the LORD of hosts is the house of Israel,
    and the people of Judah are his cherished plant; and we will live.

    We can live
    And we can suddenly laugh again with slightly toothed two-year old open mouths
    Sing, crying aloud, raising the triumphal hymn
    All the way to God.
    All the way to the Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the vineyard
    Happy are those who are called to his supper.
  4. This weekend we celebrated my inauguration as the fourteenth president-rector of Saint Meinrad. What a humbling experience! The work that went into this weekend and the love and goodwill expressed by all who were here was a true blessing, not only to me but to our school. Of course, our seminarians rose to the occassion beautifully as they always do. What good men we have! What patient men! It is such a blessed gift to know that I can look at our men and know that the future of the Church is in good hands, it is in excellent hands, holy hands, intelligent hands. Father Mark used to say that we had the best seminary and the best seminarians in the world. It is true and I am so grateful to God that I am the pastor of this community.

    Below is the inaugural address.
    Inaugural Address
    Fr. Denis Robinson, OSB
    October 4, 2008
    Saint Meinrad School of Theology

    Archbishop Daniel, Bishop Steib, Fr. Archabbot, Reverend Fathers and Deacons, Distinguished Trustees and Overseers, Representatives of universities, colleges and seminaries, Faculty, staff, seminarians and students, honoured guests. Greetings in the Lord and many thanks for your presence here today as we celebrate this inauguration, this new era in the life of Saint Meinrad School of Theology

    Today we inaugurate the tenure of the fourteenth president-rector for this school of the Lord’s service, Saint Meinrad School of Theology. We are privileged to do so in the presence of three of my predecessors, Archbishop Daniel, Fr. Eugene and Fr. Mark. My only other living predecessor cannot join us today, but we must be somewhat understanding, since Fr. Theodore is 107 years old. Each of these men, in his own way has contributed to the legacy of Saint Meinrad creatively, faithfully, productively. Each of them has also realized that Saint Meinrad is more than the vision of a single person and so, I hope that today is more than the inauguration of one person, but as all inaugurations must be, the opportunity to renew the charism of an institution, the spirit of a place, and the mission of a school that has served the Church for almost 150 years. In those years, Saint Meinrad has fearlessly risen to meet the challenges that the Church has faced in good times and in not-so-good times. Saint Meinrad has responded to the needs of the Body of Christ in countless large and small ways so that the mission of the Church, the evangelical mission of Christ, might be perpetuated to the ends of the earth. Saint Meinrad has given thousands upon thousands of ministers to serve in places far and near to literally millions of men and women. It has weathered a great civil war, two world wars, two ecumenical councils, a great depression, the social upheaval of the sixties and thrived. What more can Saint Meinrad do? What more can it be?
    I would like to begin my address this afternoon with a short reflection on the physical properties of sandstone. I know it seems like an odd beginning, but I hope it will make some sense, like so many things in life, if we merely look around. What are the properties of sandstone? The first one we might mention is that it is one of the most rapaciously absorbent building materials available. Everything soaks in. Building blocks of sandstone are etched with the rivulets of thousands of tempests and turmoil. For one hundred and fifty years, these sandstone walls have soaked in rain and hail, soot and dust and about a million stories. If these walls could talk! They would tell the stories of young, impressionable boys who were tossed off a wagon or a bus at the bottom of the hill and cried their first few nights away in a strange place. They would tell of adolescents struggling in the wee hours of the morning into a black cassock, or perhaps into the role it represented as they headed off for silent hours of recollection. They would tell of discoveries of the deepest secrets of the human heart, its most impenetrable longings, its confusions, discernments and debilitations. They would tell of triumph, of glory, of achievement, of anointing. They would conjugate a billion Latin verbs and a thousand lives. They would laugh and weep, rejoice and scream the limitless expressions of real men and women whose lives have been transformed. They bear scars, these walls, real scars. Sandstone absorbs and remembers.
    The second property of sandstone is that it is malleable. You can carve it into anything. It yields to the tools of formation. It can be transformed into strong foundation blocks or beautiful sculpture. It is subtle and can be changed. It seems almost to change of its own volition over time. It can be made into anything. The walls of this school have endured fire and flood, hurricane and winter snow and they have given. This school has expanded to include every kind of person under the sun. It has embraced people of countless cultures, myriads of ages, complexions, temperaments and intentions. It has taken all of them in because sandstone is malleable, it changes with the times and the needs of the Church and the World. It becomes one thing for one generation and something else for the next remaining all the while resolutely itself. Sandstone shifts with the times. It is malleable.
    Finally, sandstone is beautiful. It is beautiful because it is absorbent and malleable. It bears its scars well. In fact, it scars become a remarkable facet of its fabric. The walls of this school bear the unmistakable patina of experience, of hard knocks, of gentle caresseses. The sandstone of the walls of this school are etched, richly etched with the unmistakable palimpsests of idealism, promise and hope. It is the idealism of youth, the promise of the Church, the hope of Christ’s cross.
    The history of this institution is written in its walls, an absorbent, beautifully aged, malleable history. But these walls do not stand as bulwarks to a formless, ideal past. They stand rather as the prow of a great ship sailing confidently into the future. We build upon the past, we honour the past, we are distinguished by the past, but the past is gone and Saint Meinrad exists for today and formation today, education today is not without its challenges. Inundated as we are in the utilitarian vision of education and, indeed, of life, we must take pause in the face of a past filled with so much bold idealism, so much promise, and so much hope. In our modern world we may often despair of what has been. We may lament that the great legacy of the Church is dead. We may decry that its message will fall on deaf ears, that, at least in Western culture, we no longer have the means of hearing the Gospel, much less of living it out. Or, if we are to hear the Gospel, it must, necessarily be a perverted Gospel, a commercialized, sanitized and soundbit Gospel. In spite of these cultural sirens, Saint Meinrad, firmly grounded in its past, remains committed to a set of truths that we have relentlessly pursued these many decades. It is these truths we must take into the future. It is my prayer, indeed it is my pledge, that the future of Saint Meinrad is solidly built upon these foundational truths, truths that we, their bearers, must now enunciate for a new generation.
    The first of these truths is that people want to hear the Gospel and they want to hear the whole Gospel. In spite of what we may be told, the clarion call of faith is not dead, nor does it sleep. The ears of humanity are tuned to hear its faint signals against the ever increasing uproar of its foes, the din of so-called civilized, cyberized existence. In the recesses of the human heart there is a yearning for meaning that only Christ can give. The challenge of preaching and teaching the Gospel message today is not so much the indifference of its hearers as the lack of fortitude in its preachers. As ministers of the Gospel, we give up, we despair, we count our weakness as loss. In fact we need to attend to the true voice of conscience that cannot be stilled in each of us and hear in that voice the cry for and of the unspeakable name of God, the name that leaps across the plains of generations and through the cacophonies of history, the name that utters its forceful syllable against the violence of wars, both external and internal, the name that is now, in the fullness of time manifested in the blood-stained face of the saviour, in his searching eyes, in his patient voice entreating, admonishing us to do this, do all of this in memory of him. Flannery O’Connor once remarked: For the deaf you must speak loudly, for the blind, you must draw big pictures. People want to hear the Gospel, they are dying for it and we must be willing to believe that call if the work we do here is to make any sense at all. This must be our primary value, the source and sustenance of our mission, our daily bread.
    Why? Because this Gospel is the Truth. The great folly of the post modern world is the perversion of Truth in radically devolving particularities. Truth cannot be determined by science alone. Truth cannot be established by economic legitimation alone. Truth cannot be sustained by language games alone, nor can it be merely the distillation of a social engagement that will inevitably rapidly degenerate into a sociological contagion. Rather, his Truth is firmly established in the heavens and it dictates to the earth, to quote the psalmist. Cardinal Newman remarked that people will never be satisfied with anything less than certainty. People want to hear the Gospel and they want to hear the whole Gospel
    The second value we represent is that people want something challenging. They want to know that their life’s quest is meaningful. People will devote themselves to a task if they recognize in that task the ultimate concern of the great adventure. People want to do something serious with their lives. Even in a death-dealing culture, there is a respect for life, a respect for the modicum of self-respect that cannot be robbed from us by commercialism and consumerism. As Pope Benedict has said: “The knowledge of Christ is a path that demands the whole of our beings.” People want to engage the fullness of living in the paths they pursue. The intensity of our mission is a product of the intimacy of what we encounter in the Eucharist, nothing less than the living God. As the Holy Father has also noted. “The Eucharist draws us into Jesus' act of self-oblation. More than just statically receiving the incarnate Logos, we enter into the very dynamic of his self-giving.” As Christ gives himself in the Eucharist, completely and without compromise, so we are inspired to give all at the risk of compromising our understanding and appreciation of the Eucharist. We want to be challenged and Saint Meinrad, to be true to its mission, must be a place where people are challenged, challenged to be disciples, men and women of the Eucharist, challenged to move beyond the mendacity of daily irritations, challenged to be saints.
    The third value that we embody is the value of community. The culture of unrelenting secularity devolves into the culture of isolation, of the human person’s increasing per-occupation with his personal loneliness. The long loneliness of the human condition ended with the sacrificial act of Christ on the cross, his blood draws us into a corporate reality. We are for each other. We cannot exist without each other. As the late Pope John Paul remarked: we are made for one another, created for one another, bound for one another. Father Von Baltahsar repeatedly remarked that the great fundamental lie of modern humanity is the loss of belief in the corporate subject, the erroneous belief that we can do it on our own. As he said in his work In the Fullness of Faith, “The loss of ability to participate in the corporate subject signifies the direct loss of Catholic instinct. Where this instinct is absent, people settle for what can be known within the parameters of the world.” If there is a message that Saint Meinrad must continually proclaim it is that we are not alone. The bonds of this community, in good times and in bad, in joy and sorrow, hope and despair, teach the world a mighty lesson. These sandstone walls engulf us in a profound reality. We are here for each other, we are part of one another because we are part of Christ, brothers and sisters untied in a common hope, not sojourners bound on other journeys. We cannot witness this value by words alone, it must be witnessed in the very fabric of our being here, woven, knitted, quilted together into a might tapestry that convinces everyone who steps on this holy ground that love is still possible, that the witness of the disciples together in one place is still possible, that unity of heart and mind is still possible, that compassion is still possible.
    If these are our values, then to what will Saint Meinrad commit itself in the coming years? First, we commit ourselves to the loving formation of each person who comes here. Vivified brains or ambulatory hearts are insufficient in themselves to fulfil the great task before us. We must be people of clear heads and holy hearts. The task of ministry must touch every fibre of their being. Saint Meinrad must be a place where people leave better than when they came, regardless of the outcome of their formation. Saint Meinrad is a place to form ministers who likewise respond to the whole person, the whole community because they themselves are whole beings. Human formation is the bedrock of what we do. As Pope John Paul remarked in Pastores Dabo Vobis, If our human development is neglected or disregarded, then “the work of formation is deprived of its necessary foundation” The minister who is intelligent without emotional maturity is no minister, the minister who is good and kind but unable to explain the basic tenants of faith is no minister. Priests, deacons, lay ministers today are those who can bring the often disparate strains of the song of postmodern man into harmony. The minister today is a harbinger of harmony. We can accept nothing less.
    Second we commit ourselves to formation as a way of living. Saint Meinrad is not a place to prepare ministers. It is a place to be ministers. It is not a place to train future disciples. It is a place to live discipleship. We are already into the work of ministry when we step on this hill. We learn to live with one another, put up with one another, take care of one another, love one another. We learn that the first lesson of ministry is to be here. We learn to be truly present to one another, to uphold one another, to appreciate one another. This is a school of charity. This is a school of consideration. This is a school of mercy. This is a school of being for the other.
    In this regard, we also commit ourselves to the pursuit of intelligence. The obligation to be intelligent, is, as Lionel Trilling has noted, a moral obligation. In Christian ministry it is even more so. Saint Meinrad has been blessed through the years with excellent faculty members, men and women fully committed to the Gospel and to preparing quality ministers for the Church. That is a gift from God. As Archbishop Sheen noted in The Priest is not His Own: “The intellect of the priest is bread to the hungry and drink to the thirst. Our faith is the satisfaction of the soul’s desire, not the didactic presentation of a syllogism. The intellectual must meet the pastoral if true theological education is to take place. Cardinal Newman remarks:

    This process of training, by which the intellect, instead of being formed or sacrificed to some particular or accidental purpose, some specific trade or profession, or study or science, is disciplined for the sake of others, for the perception of its proper object, and for its highest culture; it is the standard of excellence.

    Third, and most significantly, we commit our selves to prayer. The truth of all this frantic action only comes home in the intimacy of a life inundated with prayer. Prayer is our communion, our living breath, our blood. It connects us to the source of who we are, as Fr. Guardini remarked: “Prayer creates that open, moving world, transfused by energy and regulated by reason. Behind it is the history of all cultures, interwoven with humanity. It is an arch of the sacred room of revelation where the Truth of the living God is made known to us.” Prayer is our way of life and unites all of the varying actions of our lives together into a living edifice, a solid wall of stone, stone that is malleable, absorbent and beautiful. I cannot lead this school except on my knees. Our staff and faculty cannot do what they do, except on their knees. We cannot learn except humbly on our knees. We will be a community on our knees, in perpetual adoration of the source of our being, in fundamental thanksgiving for the gifts we have received in every heartbeat, in every word spoken, in every act of love. If we can do that then we will fulfil the goal of our existence. As Helen Keller once said: “It is for us to pray not for tasks equal to our powers, but for powers equal to our tasks, to go forward with a great desire forever beating at the door of our hearts as we travel toward our distant goal.”
    Finally, in all of these things, we commit ourselves to excellence, the Greek virtue of Arete. Excellence in all things is our goal and our guide. Excellence in the great arcs of formation and in the minute details of daily existence. Excellence, in our context cannot be accidental. It is purposeful and driven. It must be the reason for our living. Each person here, no matter what role he or she may fulfill, is called to fulfill that role with integrity and excellence. Excellence that is habitual, continual, and purposeful fulfills in us as individuals and as a community of faith a sense of self-esteem worthy of the dignity of the sons and daughters of God. Mediocrity, half heartedness, a spirit of the mundane have no place at Saint Meinrad. We are called to nothing less than the excellence of sanctity, growing in holiness and fulfilling our destiny in Christ. In this pursuit we cannot doubt that the great legacy of the Church is alive. We can be assured that the message of the Gospel will fall on anxious ears, that, we will have the means of hearing the Gospel, and living it out in the daily joys of discipleship.
    Why? Why to all of this effort, all of this commitment? Because the Church deserves the best priests and permanent deacons and lay ministers The Church deserves intelligent, healthy, creative, prayerful, loving ministers. The Church deserves ministers who can work with them and for them in evangelizing our world about the Good News we preach. And when the Church has quality ministers, the faithful are enriched, built up like living blocks of stone, strong and beautiful, able to weather the vicissitudes of these tumultuous times, stones of living faith built into a solid temple. That is Saint Meinrad.
    Twenty years ago this summer a 25 year old man drove up this hill. He was young, energetic, a little scared, thin and had lots of hair. He was trying something, trying his vocation as a priest. He was unsure, nervous but also full of hope. It didn’t take long for the blessings, the mystery of Saint Meinrad to take hold in that young man’s life. He lived within these sandstone walls. He prayed, he learned, he worked, he cried, he argued, he became frustrated, he was consoled, he pleaded with God, he laughed, he made friends for a lifetime and he became attached to a place, Saint Meinrad, a place that was ultimately not only a school and a place to learn the skills of ministry, but a home. He was transformed by Saint Meinrad. Saint Meinrad made him the man he would become. Twenty years later that energetic, scared, thin and hopeful young man has become the fourteenth president-rector of this School of Theology. But my story is not an unusual story, in fact, my story is a story I hear every day.
    One of the great privileges of my new work is to hear how Saint Meinrad has made a difference, a REAL difference in the lives of so many men and women around the world. It is a privilege to know that we are still preaching the Gospel, that we are still providing the challenge of people’s lives, that we are still doing that in the cradling boughs of community life. It is a privilege to have you here this weekend, not to celebrate the fourteenth president-rector, but to celebrate our school, our alma mater, this unique and holy place called Saint Meinrad. God bless you for your presence and your patience. Pray for us as we pray for you each day. God keep you. Mary, Seat of Wisdom, pray for us.
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Fr. Denis Robinson, OSB
Fr. Denis Robinson, OSB
Fr. Denis Robinson, OSB

Fr. Denis Robinson, OSB, is president-rector of Saint Meinrad School of Theology in St. Meinrad, IN. A Benedictine monk, he is also an assistant professor of systematic theology. A Mississippi native, Fr. Denis attended Saint Meinrad College and School of Theology, earning a bachelor's degree in philosophy in 1989 and a Master of Divinity in 1993. From 1993-97, he was parochial vicar for the Cathedral of the Immaculate Conception in Memphis, TN. He joined the Saint Meinrad monastery in August 1997. Fr. Denis also attended the Catholic University of Louvain, Belgium, where he received a master’s degree in theology in 2002, a licentiate in sacred theology in 2003, and doctorates in sacred theology and philosophy in 2007.

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