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Saturday, June 17, 2023

Father Luke Meiner, O.S.B., Rector of Saint Thomas and Saint Mary’s Basilica, - The First Day

           Father Luke walked the grounds of Saint Mary’s Basilica, the great Roman church on Hennepin Avenue, across the way from Jewett’s Park, the first church built in the old-imperial style United States. Saint Anthony’s Catholics: Irish and German, Polish and French, they all took great pride in it.
           It was Fr. Luke’s habit to trim the hedges, tend the flower beds and edge the lawns in the morning; he enjoyed picking-up stray bits of trash, fallen branches and other debris.
           There was always something out of order.            
           He made one trip to the receptacle, taking what he could carry, and then he informed a groundskeeper to gather the things he could not manage himself.

            Fr. Luke took a slow walk around the edifice that morning, he looked at all the windows on the ground level, and examined the foundations of the building, walking slowly as he smoked his Pall Malls. He made excuses for his smoking by telling anyone who might listened that the sweet tobacco aided him in his daily meditations and reflections.

            He thought he was being clever.

Fr. Luke enjoyed caretaking for the property, it gave him a sense of pious dignity to labor on the grounds, even if his contribution was largely symbolic; he felt as if he were playing the role of Adam, who had been charged to care for God’s garden…that is what Luke told himself.

Today he was late to his duties, and he was feeling restless in the oppressive Autumn heat.

He had been detained by one of the sisters who had become frantic about a bat that had found its way into the sanctuary, she had brought the entire staff together to capture it.

It was a spectacle, but the groundskeepers managed to get the job done.  

After they had netted it, the sister insisted that they let the creature go free. Fr. Luke had to come to her aid when the groundskeepers argued with her, insisting that it was a pest and would only come back. They told her it should be destroyed.

Sister Anna had a strong way about her, and the groundskeepers ended up being sorry for having crossed her. They had brought Fr, Luke in to settle the matter, and of course he sided with the sister in front of the staff.

He had to ameliorate Sr. Anna, it took some time to sooth her feelings. He found it a great bother, and in private he told the head groundskeeper to just kill the bat.

Fr. Luke looked up from his mediation just in-time to see one of his parishioners driving south past the church in his convertible, It was Johnny Holiday and he had the top down.

He was glad to see him pass, and he knew where Johnny was going. He said a prayer for him.

Fr. Luke had been mentoring Johnny since he was a boy. He was Luke’s protégé, and Luke knew that Johnny had been going through a spate of trouble recently: drinking, a suspension of studies from the University where the old-priest also served as rector.

The boy was proving difficult to control, at a time when the priest needed him to be most in control, and prepared for the things that were coming in the days that lay immediately in front of him.

Johnny did not appear to notice Luke as he drove past. He had his eyes on the road and was moving straight ahead. Father Luke followed watched as he took a right turn past parade field and went up the winding cobblestones of Waverly Place.

Luke knew he was going to see Colonel Forrester that morning, he felt a sting in his conscience as he watched his young friend drive up The Devil’s Spine.


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