It is not unheard of that hermits have benefactors to help them in the life. Being disabled I cannot work and that limits my income a great deal, so I am laying it all out here for you. I live on almost nothing, am trying to obtain a Master’s degree so that I can support myself in the future. Yes, all my medical is taken care of, but it is the 8th day of the month, all the bills are paid and I have twenty bucks left for the rest of the month.
I can pretend that all is easy and there are no problems, but the truth is I am praying for a benefactor to help me make ends meet until I can begin to give retreats to parishes and talks on prayer. Am I asking you for money? Yes and no. Yes, if you can give it. No, if you are barely making it yourself.
This is the most difficult post I have written to date, and one that nearly shames me, but I see no other way than to put out a direct appeal, hoping that someone with the means can help me. I talked this over with my spiritual friend and he suggested I do a post about it, and so here it is.
I live on less than seven hundred a month. Can you do that? Do you do that? If you do how do you do it? If you do and know how to please write to me and let me know for I am at the end of my financial rope and will borrow money no more.
My life is given to prayer and contemplation. Some will say go get a job, I can’t because I can’t stand up long enough to work anywhere, neither can I sit long enough to answer phones, there is no getting away from the physical pain. And imagine the blow to my own self-worth when I learned that I was valued at less than seven hundred dollars a month. What a slap in the face. From the time I was thirteen years old I had a job and kept one at all time until pain no longer allowed me to work, so I ask you, what am I to do?
All I am asking is that you pray with me for a benefactor. Use this prayer
Lord, help the hermit of Bardstown to find a benefactor moved by your own spirit to help him in this time when he is in so much trouble. In the name of your Son, Our Lord Jesus Christ, Amen.
Thank you, and forgive me openly begging, but at this point I feel like a mendicant.