Abbot Primate Visits "his sisters"

Abbot Notker Wolf and me
Abbot Primate Notker Wolf defies the sterotype of the hierarchy in the Catholic Church. Although he oversees 6,800 Benedictine monks and 14,800 Benedictine women, he is unassuming, simple, and approachable. Still tired from a week-long meeting with abbots and prioresses, he graciously answered questions from reporters and TV cameramen, and visited with the sisters at Mount St. Scholastica monastery in Atchison after a Eucharist celebrating the feast of St. Scholastica on Feb. 10. The same evening he gave a lecture at Benedictine College and played the flute. He also plays the electric guitar with a Christian rock group in between traveling around the world and writing books. He has been re-elected  Abbot Primate twice and his favorite part of the job is meeting people. He speaks six languages and tries to learn to greet people in several others. He never seems to be at a loss for words and enjoys a good joke and surprise. After mentioning fresh roses as a sign of love in his homily, he was delighted when Sister Anne Shepard presented him with a yellow rose after the Mass. He believes that the Benedictine charism is to live out the gospel and to live in community. He doesn't get concerned about the small stuff.

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  1. Dee14 February 2015 at 09:53

    Dear Barb, what an inspiring prelate he is. Peace, Dee

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