On Monday I left the Northwest Intermountain Synod, so much of it on fire, for Wisconsin. It was the first time I considered forgoing travel to stay behind, because of the fires, especially those still burning through Spokane. A wise mentor encouraged me to to and other colleagues reminded me that recovery from the fires will be a long journey and my synod will need me rested and grounded. So I flew from Pasco to Madison via Minneapolis.
A few years ago, several women bishops began dreaming about, then planning in earnest for, a gathering of women bishops at Holy Wisdom Monastery, a Benedictine Monastery that spent fourteen years becoming ecumenical. I was especially interested in attending because my dad had received the newsletter for Holy Wisdom my entire life, sending me the prioress’ columns and other articles throughout my years in college, seminary, and even first call in Iowa. I vaguely remembered that both of my parents had spent time there. Looking at my calendar, I realized I’d finish the retreat on Friday and would need to be 1.5 hours south on Monday morning at Wartburg Seminary, Dubuque, Iowa for the CaSTLE Grant gathering (our rural ecumenical experiments). There was no point in heading back to Boise for the weekend. I asked my mom if she wanted to drive the four hours from Southern Minnesota and spend the weekend with me. “Yes! Returning to Holy Wisdom has been on my bucket list.” Okay. So I reserved the two us one of the hermitages for the weekend.
As the spring and early summer progressed, I had some conversations and read an article that convinced me that signing up for this time with women leaders was indeed just what I needed right now. In addition, I’ve just reached the half-way point of my six-year term and it’s seems like a good time to do some reflecting. Planners Tessa and Laurie secured ELCA Coaching Lead Jill Beverlin to be our facilitator, which made me sure this would be a solidly planned event (I recruited Jill to facilitate a women clergy gathering for Region 1 pastors and deacons in Seattle last summer).
The sisters and staff of Holy Wisdom have, over decades, restored the farm land to prairie and the grounds were so peaceful and beautiful and lush–literally buzzing with life. As with times I’ve spent at St. Gertrude’s Monastery in Cottonwood, Idaho, I loved praying the daily office with the sisters and my sister bishops. Our time was spent in large groups, small groups, at meals, and with ample free time. I was able to deeply engage in retreat, prayer, and conversations as well as keep tabs on the fires, people, and congregations back in the NWIM Synod.

One holy moment came after we heard from Sister Mary David (who had been the prioress for 40 years). We took a group photo and then I spoke to her directly, telling her that my parents had been there in the 1970s with other Lutherans and that my dad had read the newsletter for years, sending me columns, and that I had quoted her in my sermons. She asked who he was and immediately after I said “Jerry Manlove” she said, “Oh, I remember him. The camp guy! He planned lots of activities.” And I burst into tears. “You remember him!” And then I asked if I could give her a hug. Walking the grounds and hearing the stories of ecumenism, it became so clear to me why my mom and dad both loved this place and the monastic community. I’ve thought a lot about what these monastic retreat centers share with Lutheran Outdoor Ministries sites – stewardship of land, intentional community, days shaped by prayer, and hospitality.
It was deep gift to think about how long it took the Holy Wisdom community to make changes, how they remained faithful to the gospel and to the charisms of Benedict, and how they listened deeply to their guests and the world around them. I was grateful to get to know my sister bishops much better–to learn about their families, their calls to ministry and the office of bishop, the places and people who have shaped them, and to learn more about the places they serve.

Our retreat wrapped up Friday morning with a closing ritual and my mom arrived that afternoon. We moved into one of the two hermitages in the woods. We ate with the sisters and artist in residence Anne Beffel for Friday dinner.
On Saturday, we had a slow morning and then went into Madison to see mom’s old friend, retired Pastor Mary Rowe, the 10th woman ordained in the American Lutheran Church. She and my mom roomed together and traveled together when Mary was doing campus ministry at the University of Minnesota and my mom was working on the ALC staff, one of the first women executives. It was a gorgeous day and we had lunch, visited a county park, and then found some amazing ice cream.
Mom and I had dinner on our own Saturday evening and then invited artist Anne over (she was staying in the other hermitage) for a visit. Wow! What a blessed conversation about art, how we see things, spirituality, and so many places we have all lived. Anne taught at Syracuse University right after I lived there, had taken her mother and brother on a backpacking trip near Jackson, WY (a place near and dear to my family) in the 1980s (back when it was the old Jackson) and now teaches at Michigan Tech. Along the way in the Upper Peninsula, she met our family friend Pastor Bucky Beech–such a small world.
This morning, Mom and I worshiped with the Sunday Assembly of Holy Wisdom. It really is a lovely worship space and the singing was marvelous. We also both loved the beats of silence given in worship, something I wish I had done more of in both of my former congregations. I loved that I learned some new songs but that we also sang Rolf Vegdahl and Tom Witt’s We Will Not Fear.

Now mom is on her way back to Minnesota and I’m spending the night in Madison. Tomorrow, Pastor Ramie Bakken will pick me up and we’ll head to Wartburg Seminary for the summer CaSTLE Grant gathering.
























