Le Morne st Benoît, St Benedict Mount, is a foundation of St Guénolé Abbey, Landévennec, France. Father Anselm came first in 1981 to help a small Olivetan community living in Haïti for some years after their destruction in Beirut during the Lebanon war. But very soon after his arrival, the local Olivetan prior, Dom Bernard de Smedt, asked our Abbot, Dom Jean de la Croix Robert, if Landévennec could succeed them and go on with this foundation. I was a postulant and novice in Landévennec at that time, and I remember how Dom Jean de la Croix made us sensitive, organized chapters, exchanges, reflections, and invited us to pray.
Soon, a vote was taken, and brothers Simon and Patrick were sent to Haiti, the first one as prior.
But I could tell the story in a quite different way, which is as true as the first one.
Just after the first world war, a young priest of the Société des Pères de St Jacques, p. Jean-François Tanguy, arrived in Haïti as a missionary. Seriously wounded during the war having lost a leg, but with courage he fulfilled different ministries during about 17 years, at the end as parish priest of Fort Liberté. He was very attached to Haïti, but his wound had made him weak by exposing him to diseases. All through the years he had reflected and prayed about going on his mission like Thérèse de l’Enfant Jésus had done: in a cloister, by prayer. And so, finally, in 1937, he chose to enter Kerbeneat (they moved in 1950 to Landévennec). From that moment, he prayed for Haïti day and night, and on every occasion he insisted we, his abbots and brothers, come to this country.
You can choose between these two versions, or better you can blend them: the insistent prayer of a monk, the service given to a lonely prior.
In 1982, our founders began to implant us here, on the glacier residue of a highest mountain behind us, on a hill 225 m high they baptized St Benedict’s Mount, facing the beautiful Caribbean Sea. Their choice? Beauty, loneliness, central position in the island, affordable distance from Port au Prince (65 Kms), ingrate soil (so that unexploited, so that no necessity to take place of others), water not too far (a good spring at about one kilometer).
Monastic life here has always been difficult. Instability, politics, and violence, natural disasters like hurricanes and earthquakes, lack of structures (for example, no land registry resulting in problems of property), no comprehensiveness of monastic life, poverty so near, some cultural mutual incomprehensiveness, heritage of a tragic history with salvation, revolts. And of course, no good roads, no public service for water, phone, or electricity. We had to navigate inefficiency.
We also learned resilience, joy in difficulties, patience and patience, and patience again, some solidarities, little victories, some forms of « robustesse » (resilience) far more important than performance. Hope we became more human, in a context where inhumanity is so frequent! Hope we ‘ll become better Christians. Only God knows…
During those more than 40 years, I estimate that about 40 postulants tried to share our life, and so few stayed, and some of them left after 4 or 10 or 20 years. We remain at only 4 brothers, 3 rather young Haitian brothers, and myself - a 70 year old French monk. The eldest Haitian is now in Landévennec for a time, so imagine our life with only 3 at home! When there are only two of us for common prayer, we sing it entirely « choir » against « choir ». The prior takes his days of cooking, and the postulant may preside at vespers. We have bees. We make church candles. We have a printing shop (with two employees) working for schools around. We repair our car, truck, tractor, water pipes by ourselves. We resolve our solar system problems. About 30 neighbors come for the Sunday eucharist, perhaps a little path towards the Kingdom: 14 of them will be baptized next Easter.
Covid 19 had kept our guest house absolutely empty. For 3 years, there were no letters, no theological or monastic or general bulletins. All of them are kept, we hope, in our PO Box in Port au Prince. For 3 years, no confessor, no Retreat Master, no president nor priests visitors for the St Benedict feast, no canonical visitors, no visit from our French abbot, no local priest to replace me one Sunday if I had to go or if I were ill, no possibility to receive pre postulants for stage. Everyone is afraid in Haïti by now. We have the chance to live in a narrow corridor of peace, but not far away, it is not the same. God knows and measures and never asks us - or as far as I can say, never asks me - more than what is bearable.
Jer 12:5: “If you have raced with people on feet and they have worn you out, how can you compete with horses? If you stumble in safe country, how will you manage in the thickets of the Jordon?”
Thanks for praying a lot for Haïti.
Father Jacques Montfort, prior