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Seeking God in our life together and enlivened by daily prayer, we, the Benedictine Sisters of St. Scholastica Monastery in Fort Smith, Arkansas, respond to the needs of the people of God in a spirit of hospitality, simplicity, and reverence for one another and all creation.
Our gift shop offers a wide variety of books, gifts, cards, and inspirational items for every liturgical season. You can also shop online from home day & night!
The Sisters work daily, baking delicious cookies, cakes, pies and breads. Click the link to learn more, and stop by our bakery and pick up foods with that home-baked taste your family will love.
Hesychia House of Prayer
Hesychia House of Prayer is nestled among the Ozark Mountains in New Blaine, Arkansas. The sisters who staff it live a life of prayer and work and offer hospitality to adults of any faith who are seeking quiet time alone with God.
Ways To Help
We at St. Scholastica Monastery are grateful for everything you, as our contributors, do for us. You can contribute to St. Scholastica by prayer, participation, volunteering and donations.
Is This Your Calling?
Take the first step. If you are interested in our community, we invite you to contact us.
Everyone has a story to tell. Listen to the vocation stories of some of our Benedictine Sisters.
St. Scholastica Prayer Requests
If you have a special intention, please let the Benedictine Sisters of St. Scholastica Monastery know by filling out this online prayer request form. Your intention will not be listed online, but will be placed on the monastery prayer board. Each sister checks the bulletin board daily and remembers those prayer requests in her personal prayer time.
Stand by the roads and look, ask for the ancient path, which the way to good. Walk on it and find rest for your soul.
Weekly Reflection - September 08, 2022
Sister Consuella Bauer
Nature, sighing long, last laments,
Dreading the need of another dying.
Flowers, chaste-vowed poverellos, now
Stern against the lust
of early night marauder.
Trees, year-weary, drop their colors,
Yield in face of stronger, fated forces.
Rain, grim air battalion, pelts
And beats the tired, dozing earth.
This the seasons’ changeless change.
This the ebbing tide of year.
This the hour before the dark.
This the flow from warm to stark.
Nature draws her shade, shuts her door.
And time flays grain on her chaffing floor.