24 days, 1 hourQUOTE
April 4
The reception of guests
All guests who present themselves are to be received as Christ, for He will say: I was a stranger and you took me in. And to everyone fitting honour is to be shown, especially to those of the household of faith and to pilgrims.
When, therefore, a guest is announced, he is to be met by the superior and the brothers with every ceremony of love: thus first they are to pray together, and thus be united to one another in peace. But this kiss of peace is not to be offered until prayer has first been said on account of the illusions of the devil.
And in this very salutation all humility is to be shown to all arriving or departing guests: by bowing the head or prostrating the whole body on the ground Christ is to be adored in them just as He is received in them.
And having been received the guests are to be led to prayer, and afterwards the superior or anyone he appoints is to sit with them. The divine law is to be read to he guest for his edification, and afterwards all kindness is to be shown to be him.
The superior is to break his fast for the sake of the guest, unless it happens to be a principal fast-day which cannot be broken: the brothers, however, are to follow their customary fast. Water is to be poured on the hands of the guests by the abbot, and the feet of all guests are to be washed by the abbotad the whole community. After the washing they are to say this verse: We have received your mercy, O God, in the midst of your temple.
In the reception of the poor and of pilgrims the greatest care and solicitude should be shown, because in them Christ is more especially received: for the very awe we have of the rich ensures that they receive honour.
A friend and I were once sitting in a bar at College, talking about whatnot. Somehow the conversation turned into such that my friend made the following statement: "Out of the following two situations, it's better to be saved and hungy, than be filled with both food and despair." I quite like that.
There's a pretty fine line to be walked here. To over-emphasise our spiritual needs to the detriment of the physical could lead ultimately to gnosticism, in which the physical creation, our bodies included, is seen as evil. But go too far in the other direction and you lose sight of what's really important. A balance must be struck (and Benedictine life is famed for its moderation), but it's not an equilibrium where the scales are equal, so to speak.
In the above scenario, of course, there are actually four situations (this is the mathematican coming out in me): fed and saved, hungry and saved, fed and despairing, hungry and despairing. By happy coincidence, I typed them out in a nice order: out of those "options" I would rather be fed and saved. Of course, in the materially luxurious Western world, I am already both (well, I'm still working on the second one

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Both our physical and spiritual aspects need to be nurtured and brought to maturity, but when push comes to shove, it's the non-physical creation that will last forever: we will rise with
glorified bodies, not simply the ones we have now with a few patch-ups. Moreover, as human beings, we cannot care for everything: we have to pray and discern in what way it is that we are called to look after those around us.
Monks and nuns, it transpires here, are indeed to care for people who come their way. None of this "Shove off and leave me alone to pray in peace" (one wonders what the prevailing monastic attitudes were like to elicit this sort of reaction from Benedict....

) attitude. But it's not a swank hotel either! Prayer is the order of the day, deep respect is shown, as the guest is Christ. So whilst the monastery is tending to a traveller's bodily needs, more attention is given to his spiritual needs. And why not? A monastery is surely a little like an icon - a window into Heaven.
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To me, the best monestaries are the ones where the spirit of prayer is almost a living being, which you can feel at every moment. After some time it's like it has permeated into the walls. Last year, when that camp I lead every year (except not this year because apparently I'm in England then :P) had to go to a convent somewhere in Eastern Russia (they say it was Gelderland but I don't believe them) because the seminary was being re-painted and all, I felt it even while playing soccer in the gardens. It was lovely. The children felt it, too, I'm quite sure.
And this, ladies and gentlemen, is why anything I splurt out is nothing compared to the marvellous friends I have! VA,
absolutely. I totally agree - and it's a very potent demonstration of the abundant graces that God pours out onto people who fully dedicate their lives to Him.
Paphnutius - where?
I have waffled excessively this evening, please forgive me. I don't even have a decent excuse!
Apart maybe from the fact that this evening I finally finished off my undergraduate marking! 
Please feel free to talk about what you glean from these Chapters: I'm no expert, after all, so I'm eager to hear others' thoughts.
Love and prayers,
PP