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This book is not an analysis of their sanctity. It is not an insight into the deep recesses of their spiritual life. Nor can it, in any way, be classified as Carmelite literature because it falls far short of the high standards set by our holy parents, St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross. This book is simply an effort to convey the fact that, although religious life may not always be easy, there is nothing quite so satisfying. It is not a dreary thing. It is not a world wherein somber, brown-robed men straggle through dingy vaulted corridors. It is not a life of long faces and sad hearts. Rather, it is a kingdom that rarely feels the draughts of true sorrow. Lived with, and in imitation of Christ, it could only be, even in its essence, a life of honest joy.
Fr. Richard Madden
Father Richard Madden, O.C.D. (February 16, 1924 - June 16, 2012) was born in Philadelphia, one of the seven sons of Jim and Ann Meehan Madden. He attended seminary at the Holy Hill Monastery in Milwaukee, Wisconsin and was ordained a Discalced Carmelite in 1949. He then served as its Vocational Director and was also a resident at the Carmelite Monastery in Washington D.C. while teaching at Catholic University. In 1955, he was assigned the task of establishing a Carmelite Monastery in Youngstown, which became a place of reflection and community for not only members of the Carmelite Order but for many of the area faithful who would attend Mass there. Fr. Madden was a renowned teacher and lecturer who gave hundreds of speeches and conducted numerous retreats throughout 48 of the 50 states and for the U.S. Air Force in Turkey. He was the author three books: “Men in Sandals,” which became a bestseller; “Life of Christ”; and “A Boy in his Teens.” He also published many articles in journals, newspapers and magazines including TIME, wrote a weekly advice column for Hi Time magazine for 16 years, which was read by millions of teenagers, and was the editor of Mount Carmel Magazine. In addition to his priestly duties, he served as President and Chairman of the board of the WRTA, operation supervisor for the U.S. Census for Mahoning and Trumbull counties, hosted the Youngstown Safety Councils monthly radio show, was defensive driving instructor, served as chaplain for the Youngstown Fire Department, was a member of the Youngstown Drug Commission, and was a member of the Youngstown Air Base Council. He was instrumental in procuring air transport for the locally based charity “Mission of Love.” Along with Gil McDougal of the New York Yankees and then-World Heavy-weight champion Floyd Patterson, Fr. Madden was the recipient of the Don Bosco Award for his National Influence over Catholic youth. He died in Youngstown in 2012 aged 88.
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Men in Sandals - Fr. Richard Madden
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MEN IN SANDALS
BY
FATHER RICHARD MADDEN, O.C.D.
Holy Hill, Wisconsin
Imprimi Potest:
THOMAS KILDUFF, O.C.D.
Provincial
Nihil Obstat:
JOHN A. SCHULIEN, S.T.D.
Censor librorum
Imprimatur:
ALBERT G. MEYER
Archiepiscopus Milwauchiensis
17a Septembris 1954
TABLE OF CONTENTS
Contents
TABLE OF CONTENTS 4
DEDICATION 6
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS 7
INTRODUCTION 8
NOVITIATE DAYS 10
I—THE WAY IN 13
II—THIS THING CALLED SLEEP 17
III—LET US PRAY 22
IV—SWEET IS THE YOKE 26
V—TONSORIAL HOMICIDE 29
VI—THE SALVE REGINA HOUR 32
VII—QUIET, PLEASE 34
VIII—BELLS 38
IX—THE GREAT DAY 40
STUDENT DAYS 43
X—THE HILL 45
XI—RAW MATERIAL 47
XII—OUR SCANTY THANKS 50
XIII—NO MONEY 52
XIV—NO WIFE 55
XV—NO SAY 58
XVI—WHERE IS THE PAGE? 61
XVII—FISH IS A PROBLEM 64
XVIII—ARE YOUR FEET COLD? 67
XIX—AS ALL MEN MUST 71
XX—ROUGH HANDS 74
XXI—THE LOWLY VOW 77
PRIESTHOOD 80
XXII—FOREVER 81
XXIII—BLESS ME, FATHER... 83
XXIV—I PITY TEACHERS 86
XXV—THE PLAGUE OF THE PULPIT 88
XXVI—GOD’S LITTLE WOMEN 91
XXVII—JUST KIDS 93
XXVIII—COME ASIDE AND REST 95
XXIX—NOT EVEN THE ANGELS 98
XXX—OUR SHARED VOCATION 100
REQUEST FROM THE PUBLISHER 103
DEDICATION
To
my mother and dad,
who, in giving me life,
gave me the chance to become
a priest; and in honor of Mary,
Queen Beauty of Carmel
Three years ago Father Francis A. Barry, then Director of Vocations in the Archdiocese of Boston, said, If you want an increase of vocations in your Order, write a book.
This is the book.
ACKNOWLEDGMENTS
THE writer would like to extend the highest possible measure of gratitude and appreciation to Margaret Madden Maschi, my devoted cousin who, with the eye of a humorist, saw us as we appear, and with the eye of an artist saw us as we are, and produced, at the price of much time and effort, the original sketches and jacket for this book; and to her husband, Pete, who co-operated in the work by doing with his heart what he could not do with his pen; to Irma Jakus and Judy Rieger for the time they so willingly gave to the correcting and typing of the manuscript; and to all my fellow Carmelites, whose Christ-like charity and priceless friendship, have made me ever proud to be numbered among the men in sandals.
INTRODUCTION
THIS, to put it bluntly, is a book about Discalced Carmelites. I write about them because, although people are interesting, Discalced Carmelites are more interesting than people. I write about them, too, because I know more about this subject than I know about any other.
This book is not an analysis of their sanctity. It is not an insight into the deep recesses of their spiritual life. Nor can it, in any way, be classified as Carmelite literature because it falls far short of the high standards set by our holy parents, St. Teresa of Avila and St. John of the Cross. This book is simply an effort to convey the fact that, although religious life may not always be easy, there is nothing quite so satisfying. It is not a dreary thing. It is not a world wherein somber, brown-robed men straggle through dingy vaulted corridors. It is not a life of long faces and sad hearts. Rather, it is a kingdom that rarely feels the draughts of true sorrow. Lived with, and in imitation of Christ, it could only be, even in its essence, a life of honest joy. So this is a book about Discalced Carmelites—although it should be made quite clear that the opinions and views herein expressed are not necessarily those of my superiors or fellow religious.
Further, I do not think that I take undue liberties by including within the scope of these pages all priests, of all Orders and all dioceses, who by the fullest possible dedication of their lives to God, have sacrificed their green years that the years of others might be ever greener. For if there is such a thing as heroism in our day, these men possess it. One of the most extraordinary phenomena of our times is that monasteries, rather than being filled with angels, are really filled with men. Angels have come by their holiness without effort; but fallen men have come by theirs through great effort and much sacrifice. For holiness is not only a state of being. It is also the result of a man’s endless struggle, his constant plodding, his groveling, sometimes, across the span of a single lifetime.
Some of these men live in big houses; others live in small ones. But the little Carmelite cell, where breezes refuse to stir, where in summer a friar knows full well the meaning of heat, where even spiders spurn to dwell—this is where I live. It is here where I work, study, and pray. It is here where I write this book. It is my home, and I like it.
The ancient monks of Mount Carmel lived in caves. We gave that up years ago. But the present cell still retains all the requisite and basic simplicity of the eremitical life. It is, in short, nothing to sing songs about. The cell itself, measuring about eight by twelve feet, is not much for running marathons in, but it is certainly no problem to keep clean. The furnishings are almost nil. The bed consists of a thin mattress spread on a wooden plank which has a devilish knack of detaching itself in the middle of the night from the two wooden horses supporting it. A bookcase holds the wisdom of the ages. There is a table with drawers that stick; and upon the wall hangs a plain wooden cross which keeps us in mind of the God-Man who made us what we are. Then as an added smack of luxury there is a wardrobe closet set against the wall, which adequately provides for the clothing of short men, but which leaves my own pants all wrinkled and crumpled at the bottom.
It is not much as far as living quarters go, but a man certainly grows up to it. A visitor once remarked, Living in here is like doing time.
But a man who does time
has lost his freedom. We have found it. In the prison of our tiny cells we have found Christ. As long as He is there, every stream flows by our door and every star shines through our window. The world which we have left, the best part of it, with all its beauty and tranquillity, all its freedom and expansiveness—everything has come with Christ and with all this we have been fenced in. Small wonder we are free.
And God knows that, for all their poverty and simplicity, our cells are a comparative haven. For upon our walls cannot be found the cold, glistening blobs of water that clung to the walls of a stable in Bethlehem. Nor can there be found on our walls the blood that stained the walls of Carmelite cells in Spain. And the bombs which razed the walls of Carmelite monasteries in England and Germany have never even come close to ours.
The walls still stand, quite buff and drab; but strong in security. They have looked down on many men before me. If they could, they might tell a long thrilling story of the silent greatness which comes from living and working unseen. They have enclosed the virtue and goodness of weak men who hung their capes here. They have funneled to heaven the prayers of weary workers for God. Their glory is a muted one.
They fence me in but it is good to dwell with peace. It is good to live with the silence that makes one think about the really important things in life. It is consoling to know that evil has difficulty entering here.
Yes, this is where I live—in a small room that has never seen a cushioned chair nor felt the balm of beautiful music; in a cubicle where the alarm clock is silenced in the dark each morning by a long, searching foot; where there is no place to hide from the eyes of God. It is a confinement in freedom. It is an open imprisonment. For God is here, and with God we possess the world. Ours are the things which we shall never see from our window. We walk every road, climb every hill, sail every sea; for God is all this and He is here.
My cell is my eight-by-twelve kingdom where dust gathers in little ripples across the floor. It is not big. It is not luxurious. It is not comfortable. But the things it is not are of little consequence. The important thing is what it is. It is my home.
NOVITIATE DAYS
I—THE WAY IN
ANY man who sits down to write a book for the first time is really up against it. How does he do it? Presuming (a) that he has the material for the book and (b) that he knows his subject, how does he go about expressing himself in such a way as to avoid making a fool of himself? And being a priest as well as a religious, having tasted fully all the hard things, the bitterness, the loneliness of the religious life, how can he begin to convince the world that this is the greatest life of them all?
The problem here is to convince. Those who serve mammon have called us mad. And they have reasons. Even those who serve God, questioning either our motives or our sanity, have asked, Whatever made you do it? What is wrong with the world?
To these questions and to these people who ask them of us, we have no answer. We converse on different levels. We are poles apart. And even if, all things being equal, we took them aside for a few private words, we still would not reach them. We would not convince them. And we ourselves would probably end up by shrugging our shoulders, shaking our heads, and saying nothing.
Religious life, like the God who sustains it, is a mystery. Maybe this explains why we are able to draw so much happiness from it. All we know is that by throwing in our lot with God we have found nothing wanting; while those who try everything else but God, are still lost. They still wander as orphans upon the face of the earth. They are still hungry.
Furthermore, what does a machinist or a doctor or a lawyer care what