by Melodius Monk   

If I’m ever in a city, one thing I like to do is simply sit on a bench, or a curb, or in a coffee shop and watch people go by. Just to sit and marvel at the unique complexity of each person’s life, with their various likes, dislikes, backgrounds and goals; it’s mind-blowing the number of souls that go by in just a few minutes, living out their lives all at once. What is even more mind-blowing is to believe there is a God who cares specifically for every one of these thousands of souls driving or walking, smiling or stooping through each day. Taking a few minutes to marvel and dream at the incomprehensible creativity and capacity of our God helps put my petty worries into perspective, and reminds me that there is no concern too complicated for him to straighten out.


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About Melodius Monk

I'm 30 years old, and I grew up at the Community of Jesus. My parents moved from Ohio to live at the Community two years before I was born, so with the exception of a few years at college, I’ve lived in the Community my whole life. I became a Novice Brother in 2003, and made my profession as a brother in 2005. Currently I have a pretty varied life as a brother. In addition to daily responsibilities in our liturgies, I cook, sing, play trumpet, and am responsible for various cleaning and maintenance needs in the church building (my favorite jobs is changing the light bulbs at 45 feet!) I also arrange transportation for brothers to various appointments, work on repairing musical instruments, clean the barn, give tours of the church, make the weekly food menu for the Friary, and help out with various other needs as they arise around the Community. Growing up, I was not particularly interested in the religious life, but I met Jesus at an inter-varsity fellowship meeting my second year in college, and that re-directed my life drastically. I feel very fortunate to have found my life’s calling, and the hope for more wholeness is what keeps me on my monastic journey on difficult days.

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