Once a year these holy siblings would meet to discuss the religious and spiritual life. Scholastica lived, as abbess, in a convent at Plombariola - about five miles from Monte Cassino, where Benedict was abbot. She was known for the wonderful way she guided her nuns in the life God had called them to. Her brother directed her, in turn, – even though some suggest that she was the one who first guided him into the religious life.
A few days before St Scholastica’s death, she went to visit Benedict for their annual conference. Being a woman she couldn’t enter the abbey, so they would meet in one of the outbuildings owned by the monks. St Gregory tells us that, “They spent the whole day in the praises of God and spiritual talk, and when it was almost night, they dined together.” As the clear night descended St Benedict prepared to leave for the monastery – for he never spent a night away from its compounds. St Scholastica, possibly sensing her need to spend as much time with her brother as possible, begged him to stay with her, that they might spend the whole night talking about the blessings and joys of Heaven. There was no changing Benedict’s mind, though – he insisted that he must depart for the sake of his brethren. Out of sheer desperation the holy woman:“…hearing this denial of her brother, joined her hands together, laid them on the table, bowed her head on her hands, and prayed to almighty God.”
Within minutes a most frightening storm broke out across the sky, and such a torrential rain began to pour that St Benedict was unable even to put his head “…out of doors.” St Scholastica’s tears transformed the sky into rain, thus making it nigh on impossible for the poor monk to leave for home! St Gregory goes on to remark:
“The man of God, seeing that he could not, in the midst of such thunder and lightning and great abundance of rain return to his Abbey, began to be heavy and to complain to his sister, saying: "God forgive you, what have you done!" She answered him, "I desired you to stay, and you would not hear me; I have desired it of our good Lord, and he has granted my petition. Therefore if you can now depart, in God's name return to your monastery, and leave me here alone. But the good father, not being able to leave, tarried there against his will where before he would not have stayed willingly. By that means, they watched all night and with spiritual and heavenly talk mutually comforted one another.”
Thus, St Scholastica managed to thwart St Benedict’s will – by pouring her heart before God. The holy Pope Gregory puts it so well with the following words:
“Therefore, by this we see, as I said before, that he would have had one thing, but he could not effect it. For if we know the venerable man's mind, there is no question but that he would have had the same fair weather to have continued as it was when he left his monastery. He found, however, that a miracle prevented his desire. A miracle that, by the power of almighty God, a woman's prayers had wrought. Is it not a thing to be marveled at, that a woman, who for a long time had not seen her brother, might do more in that instance than he could? She realized, according to the saying of St. John, "God is charity". Therefore, as is right, she who loved more, did more.”
God, who is Love, listens to those whose prayer is love – even the simple, yet desperate love of a sister for her brother’s companionship.
St Gregory tells us that three days after they had spent the night together St Scholastica died (it was 543 AD). On that very morning St Benedict, “standing in his cell, and lifting up his eyes to heaven, …beheld the soul of his sister (which was departed from her body) ascend into heaven in the likeness of a dove.”
This is such a beautiful story – even Peter the deacon, whom the author addresses in the Dialogues, remarks upon hearing this tale: “I am wonderfully pleased with what you tell me.”
The first time I came across this story from the life of Ss Benedict and Scholastica was a few years ago. I happened to be in bed, ill with a depressive episode. A friend had come to my room to visit and comfort me. So cheered was I at seeing him that I didn’t want him to leave – though, of course, he needed to get back to his business. As he was leaving I begged him to stay and read me a story – anything that might help me to sleep. Eventually my friend agreed to stay, but suggested I read a story for both of us. Fortunately, my friend and I would often read spiritual things to each other at the time, including sometimes chapters from the gospels. Well, a few days previously I’d visited an Anglican Cathedral, a former Benedictine Priory, and bought a copy of St Gregory’s Dialogues. I picked up this little book, and began to read – as it happens at the chapter that describes St Scholastica’s last visit to St Benedict! The strange coincidence of having this story read to him, and the circumstances involved, convinced my friend to stay a little bit longer! And, my friend’s name – well, Benedict, of course!
St Scholastica is patron saint of nuns, and of all those caught in storms! Her Feast is kept today, 10th February.
St Scholastica: ora pro nobis
[Picture note:St Scholastica's last conference with St Benedict, her brother. An Illustration by Jeanne Kerremans from L'Admirable Légende de Saint Benoit (Bruges, 1948)]








