Wednesday, September 7, 2016

St. Corbinian's Day September 8




September 8 is a very special day for the Bear.

Maybe some delicious Korbinain's
doppelbock. Note Bear with pack.
That is when the Church celebrates his old friend and mentor, St. Corbinian. Who is not familiar with the story of how St. Corbinian, after the Bear had killed his pack horse, made the Bear carry his stuff for the rest of the journey to Rome?  Go here for the rest of the story. The Bear's Benedictine Oblate name is Corbinian. (Yes, the Bear is the worst oblate in history, but they knew he was Bear.)

We make the delightful St. Corbinian's luckless pack horse cookies. You can get cookie cutters in the shape of horsies.

From: Butler, A. (1903). The Lives of the Fathers, Martyrs and Other Principal Saints (Vol. 3, pp. 624–625). New York: P. J. Kennedy.

St. Corbinian was a native of France, being born at Chartres, on the road to Orleans, and he lived a recluse fourteen years in a cell which he built in his youth, near a chapel in the same place. The fame of his sanctity, which was increased by the reputation of several miracles, and the prudence of the advice which he gave in spiritual matters to those who resorted to him, rendered his name famous over the whole country, and he admitted several fervent persons to form themselves into a religious community under his discipline. 

The distraction which this gave him made him think of seeking some new solitude in which he might live in his former obscurity; and his devotion to St. Peter determined him to go to Rome, and there choose a cell near the church of the prince of the apostles.

The pope, whose blessing he asked, becoming acquainted with his abilities, told him he ought not to live for himself alone, whilst many nations, ripe for the harvest, were perishing for want of strenuous laborers, and ordaining him bishop, gave him a commission to preach the gospel. Corbinian was affrighted at such a language, but being taught to obey, lest he should resist the voice of God, returned first to his own country, and, by his preaching, produced great fruit among the people. 

In a second journey to Rome he converted many idolators in Bavaria, as he passed through that country. Pope Gregory II. sent him back from Rome into that abandoned vineyard, commanding him to make it the field of his labors. Corbinian did so, and having much increased the number of the Christians, fixed his episcopal see at Frisingen, [Freising; now See of Munich-Freising, Pope Benedict's old see, which is why St. Corbinian's Bear is on his coat of arms] in Upper Bavaria. Though indefatigable in his apostolic functions, he was careful not to overlay himself with more business than he could bear, lest he should forget what he owed to his own soul. He always performed the divine office with great leisure, and reserved to himself every day set hours for holy meditations, in older to recruit and improve the spiritual vigor of his soul, and to cast up his accounts before God, gathering constantly resolution of more vigilance in all his actions. 

Grimoald, the duke of Bavaria, who, though a Christian, was a stranger to the principles and spirit of that holy religion, had incestuously taken to wife Biltrude, his brother’s relict. The saint boldly reproved them, but found them deaf to his remonstrances, and suffered many persecutions from them, especially from the princess, who once hired assassins to murder him. They both perished miserably in a short time. After their death [Bear assumes innocent look] St. Corbinian, who had been obliged to conceal himself for some time, returned to Frisingen, and continued his labors till his happy death, which fell out in 730. His name occurs in the Roman Martyrology.

12 comments:

  1. Happy Feast Day Bear!...hope you eat lots of horses, er,..... cookies today!

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    1. I'm thinking the cookie would have been better with one leg missing. Thank you!

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  2. Happy feast day! And happy feast of Our Lady's Nativity also. Definitely a day to celebrate.

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  3. This year the cookies were palomino horses: yellow with white main and tail. Delicious!

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    1. ...so the Bear was so hungry he has eaten a horse? Happy feast day! Love this blog

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    2. ...so the Bear was so hungry he has eaten a horse? Happy feast day! Love this blog

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  4. I'm disappointed that the Bear is not going to eat real horse meat for the big day, but rather sugar cookies.

    Somewhere in there is an allegory for the Church getting sugary FrancisMercy instead of meaty doctrine.

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    1. The Bear tries to respect the property rights of horse-owners these days. If he were back in Sicily, he could buy a nice horse meat roast. America is a bit more sentimental about these matters. On the other hand, under Bear Law, if you can catch it, you can eat it. Southern Illinois University has a horse farm about two miles from Bear Manor. Maybe the Bear will feel peckish tonight.

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    2. The moves against horse slaughter in the States has created a glut of unwanted horses. You can pick one up fairly cheap, and even after factoring in net meat, the price per pound is rather reasonable.

      You'll have to butcher it yourself, though.

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    3. "Butcher" isn't really a separate process from "killing" or "eating." It's really just one flowing, beautiful dance of hunger and death between a Bear and a horse.

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  5. Happy Feast Day. But, alas I cannot drink Dopplebock. Too sweet for my tastes. Instead I will find a dark lager.

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  6. You will like this:
    Saint Corbinian – Evangelist and Bear Tamer
    @ this website- Ad Imaginem Dei
    A wealth of St Corbinian paintings, sculptures etc....

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