Sankt Wendel

With the weather so rainy, we had to carefully plan our hikes. This day, rain was expected throughout, but with some dry spots between 10 and 12. So it would have to be a shorter walk! We chose a hike near the village of Sankt Wendel. Through beautiful beech forests and pretty gulches we explored the environment of St. Wendelinus, a (maybe) Irish monk who lived in this area in the 6th and 7th century.

According to the legend, he was on his way back home from a pilgrimage to Rome when he asked to spend the night at a farm near the city of Trier. The farmer was unfriendly: “Why is a healthy young man like you begging for a place to stay and food with it? You better work for it!” So Wendelinus set out herding the farmer’s pigs, and later his cows, and finally the sheep. To his regret, it left him little time to pray. The farmer was impressed by Wendelinus’ faith and gave him a place where he could live as a hermit and devote himself to prayer. People from the vicinity came to Wendelinus for guidance in their day-to-day lives, especially when they had problems with thier livestock – according to one theory Wendelinus had received an education in Ireland, where the knowledge of the druids was taught in monastic schools. After living as a hermit for a number of years, he was asked to become the abbot of a nearby monastery.

We had lunch at the Wendelinushof, a farm named after St. Wendelinus, and visited Sankt Wendel, where the saint was buried. Actually, the monks in the monastery tried to bury him there, but they kept finding the body next to the grave. So they put it on an ox cart and decided to bury Wendelinus where the oxen would stop. This place later grew to be the town of Sankt Wendel.

Wendelinus’ story is interesting. Faith pays only a very minor role in it. Yes, he wants to pray and gets the opportunity to do so as a hermit. But the farmer and the other people from the neighborhood do not seem to be looking for a religious leader. The farmer seems to have a kind of vicarious religion: how good that you are such a faithful person – I’ll facilitate your religious life. The people who come to visit Wendelinus do so to get advice, especially on how to cure their animals and ensure their fertility. Wendelinus is an expert, an expert in faith even, in a time in which religion seems to be a business for experts only.

The Good Shepherd

On the Lesotho side of the Sani Pass, there is a small Pentecostal church. Siphiwe, the pastor, showed us a traditional homestead and how to wear the traditional Lesotho blankets His wife had prepared some delicious bread in a pan on a cow dung fire. The church was not officially part of this cultural expierence, but we were allowed to look inside as well. Inside we found Siphiwe’s wife washing clothes – the church doubles as the pastor’s house and living room. On the wall there was this mural of a shepherd carrying a sheep. Most of the congregation consists of shepherds who come to the Sani Pass area in summer to graze their sheep. This image of the Good Shepherd clearly touched them. I think it’s a really strong, contextual image of the Gospel!

Praise

Glory to you for the feast-day of life

Glory to you for the perfume of lilies and roses

Glory to you for each different taste of berry and fruit

Glory to you for the sparkling silver of early morning dew

Glory to you for the joy of dawn’s awakening

Glory to you for the new life each day brings

Gregory Petrov