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18 January 2012

 

A Series of Stories - Part I

 

THE CRACKED POT

A Water Bearer in India had two large pots; each hung on each end of a pole, which he carried across his neck. One of the pots had a crack in it, and while the other pot was perfect and always delivered a full portion of water at the end of the long walk from the stream to the master’s house, the cracked pot arrived only half full.

For two years this went on daily, with the bearer delivering only one and a half pots full of water to his master’s house. Of course, the perfect pot was proud of its own accomplishments, perfect to the end for which it was made. But the poor cracked pot was ashamed of its own imperfection, and miserable that it was able to accomplish only half of what it had been made to do. After two years of what was perceived to be a bitter failure, it spoke to the Water Bearer one day by the stream. “I am ashamed of myself, and I want to apologise to you.”

“Why?” asked the Bearer. “What are you ashamed of?”

“For these past two years I’ve been able to deliver only half my load, because this crack in my side causes water to leak out all the way back to your master’s house. Because of my flaws, you have to do all of this work and you don’t get full value from your efforts,” the pot said.

The Water Bearer felt sorry for the old cracked pot, and in his compassion he said, “As we return to the master’s house, I want you to notice what is along the path.”

As they went up the hill, the old cracked pot took notice of the sun warming the beautiful wild flowers on the side of the path, and this made the pot pleased. But at the end of the trail, it still felt bad because it had leaked out half its load – and so again it apologised to the bearer for its failure.

The Bearer said to the pot, “Did you notice that there were flowers only on your side of the path but not on the other pot’s side? That’s because I have always known about your flaw and I took advantage of it. I planted flower seeds on your side of the path, and every day while we walk back from the stream, you’ve watered them. For two years I have been able to pick these beautiful flowers to decorate my master’s table. Without you being just the way you are, he would not have this beauty to grace his house.”

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13th December 2011

Jesus in the Manger: A Story of Transformation

(Richard Rohr)

http://www.malespirituality.org/images/Networking%20-%20Jesus%20in%20Manger.PDF

 

The question for us is always "how can we turn information into transformation?" How can we use the sacred texts to lead people into new places with God, with life, with themselves? This is surely true with our Lucan texts on the birth of Jesus. They have largely been sentimentalized in Christmas card fashion. We enjoy such "Christmas cards", yet they don't really change our lives in any substantive way.

We do have an amazing piece of information here: Our Jesus story says that "She wrapped him in swaddling clothes, and laid him in a manger because there was no room for them in the inn" (Luke 2:7). This is an amazing and daring picture for the beginning of Jesus' life amidst the human. It re-situates us in terms of class, cosmos, and the fallibility of human judgment. Soon we will find ourselves looking in disordered places for life, and soon we will know that death can hide inside of social order.

An untransformed mind writing a story of God would surely have the Christ born in a palace, among nobility or even royalty. The birth would be spectacular, not sordid. It would demand respect instead of inviting confusion. Only a transformed mind would write such a text as this, and only transformed (or eccentric) people would allow the text into the sacred canon. Maybe it is not surprising that we find it in only one of the four Gospels.

What might Luke, what might the Spirit, be trying to say to us through such an infancy narrative? First of all, it is questioning most of our political and social assumptions. Truth and goodness are not always found at the top, but often on the edge and at the bottom, and truth is not always the headline but probably on the back page. Not in the center of empire, but in the backwaters of Bethlehem. Not among the established, but clearly among those who are dis-established. A rough and risky beginning is the chosen path of God.

Next, this entire infancy narrative has the capacity to awaken awe and mystery. It does not answer questions. It raises them. It leads us into liminality, where things remain deliberately unsettled, ambiguous, and therefore inviting to new places. That is exactly what a truly sacred text should do, although we no longer are very comfortable with sacred texts. We live after the enlightenment and the scientific revolutions. We now expect answers more than awe, conclusions more than connections. We want religious magic more than religious meaning.

The listening soul is invited to "abide" inside such a text and struggle for deeper meanings. Why would goodness be marginalized? Is that its inevitable fate? Is God saying that vulnerability is, in fact, the preferred starting place and stance in this world? None of us would freely choose to live at the bottom or in what Dorothy Day called "precarity". The text subverts all we believe about power, prestige and possessions.

Lest anyone miss the point, we start "the human life of God" with images of homelessness, refugees, exclusion, poverty, helplessness, and maybe discrimination. Two peasants at the mercy of the demands of empire. Mary, Joseph, and Jesus are mere statistics, and not subjects of their own destiny. They are not "in control of their lives" as we love to idealize today. The holy family is bereft of the benefits of citizenship. It will set the stage for a later affirmation in Ephesians of a different social order that can now emerge: "you are no longer aliens or foreign visitors, but you are citizens with all the saints and part of God's household" (2:19). This resituates the soul outside of the usual system of rewards and punishments. It hints of a new freedom, a freedom that we who idealize Mary and Joseph do not even want. The Reference Point has now changed.

Although the text never speaks of ox and ass and animals in a stable, one wonders why this staging has almost universally been accepted and pictured? Many say this intuition finds foundation in the opening verses of Isaiah where the people of Judah and Jerusalem are judged less perceptive than the animals: "The ox knows its owner, and the ass its master's crib, but Israel knows nothing, my people understands nothing" (1:3). We have hints here of a larger ecology. Nature and animals seem to participate in Being naturally and without resistance. They give glory to God by being who they are without question or critique. We are the only members of the Great Chain of Being who resist and resent what is. We are the only unwilling players in this new drama of Incarnation. Not only do the angelic hosts recognize the new integration of heaven and earth(2:14), but somehow the shepherds who were a class outside of social respect, lowly earth bound animals, and even the straw of a feeding trough all receive him graciously.

I cannot help but think that Luke had access to the following passage from the Book of Wisdom in writing his lovely account of the birth of Jesus:

 

"Like all the others, I too am a mortal man,

Descendent of the first being fashioned from the earth,

I was modeled in flesh within my mother's womb,

For ten months taking shape in her blood,

By means of virile seed and pleasure, sleep's companion.

I too when I was born, drew in the common air,

I fell on the same ground that bears us all,

A wail my first sound, as like all the rest.

I was nurtured in swaddling clothes, with every care,

No king has known any other beginning of existence.

For all there is one way only into the world, as out of it".

(Wisdom 7:1-6)

 

I suspect we have chosen to dismiss this text primarily for the same reason that we have sentimentalized-and therefore forgotten-the infancy narrative itself. It emphasizes similarity. It comes from unitive experience. We have for too long been reading sacred texts from our dualistic consciousness, split from the very mystery that the story of the birth of Jesus seeks to reveal.

 

 

 

23rd November 2011 

 

The Season of Advent

 

First Sunday of Advent: “Shine through the dark” (Mark 13:24-37)

The darkness of our world can seem overwhelming at times; it’s easy to be cynical. The realist, though, is the one who can hold both sides of reality together: that the world, you and I are composed of both beauty and brokenness. There is no other reality but this mixture of beauty and brokenness. Yet most of the time we are asleep to the present moment – either caught by the past or planning the future. This is why Jesus implores us to “Stay awake”! He means stay awake to the eternal comings of God into your life. God will shatter our complacency but provide a safe harbour for our fears, so stay awake to the unexpected and surprising ways that God shines through the dark.

 

 

Second Sunday of Advent: “Witness to the Light” (Mark 1:1-8)

The most difficult people with which to deal are those who are convinced they are always right. We need people totally different from ourselves – “John the Baptist” figures – to shock us into seeing how our petty perceptions and defensive attitudes can subtly shield us from encountering the Living God. When we enter into fear we close our eyes, fearful that what we most yearn for – to be loved unconditionally – may be taken away from us. The coming of Jesus witnesses to the continual presence of the Light that says “Do not be afraid”. Our lives are to be light for the world. We witness to the Light through the way we grant general amnesty to those around us.

 

 

Third Sunday of Advent: “Let our spirit rejoice” (John 1:6-8, 19-28)

John the Baptist is not afraid of those in power. He is not disrespectful, but he knows that they do not make him who he is before God. John does not live from fear but from faith. His security is in the faithfulness of God to him. John can rejoice because he knows his identity is secure; no one can take this identity from him. This is the only thing that enables us to live without fear, for anything else is built upon neediness and insecurity. Our spirit then is free to rejoice. It is the incomparable joy that comes from the ultimate security of knowing we are always and forever within God that gives us the courage to proclaim truth fearlessly, just like John the Baptist.

 

 

Fourth Sunday of Advent: “Trust in the Night” (Luke 1:26-38)

In the Church’s tradition, Mary the mother of Jesus is the symbol par excellence of the one who shows us how to trust the unknown. It is in the unknown spaces – sometimes called liminal or threshold spaces – that faith is formed and deepened. At these times we come to realise we are no longer sure, no longer in control, no longer the holders of a master plan. To “trust in the night” is to surrender our control needs and to fall into faith – which is the security to be insecure. Mary knows that by herself she can create no lasting life; she needs to co-operate with the grace of God. To “trust in the night” is to let the eyes of our soul be expanded, just as our own pupils expand in the dark. This attitude gives us a greater capacity to see what we could not envisage before. Faith enables us to see in the dark.

 

 

 

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14th November 2011

For the Feast of Christ the Universal King

 

(Ron Rolheiser OMI)

 

http://wcr.ab.ca/old-site/columns/rolheiser/2001/rolheiser120301.shtml

 

 

THE COSMIC CHRIST

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin was once called to Rome and asked to clarify certain issues in regards to his teachings. At one point, he was asked: "What are you trying to do?" His answer, in effect: "I am trying to write a Christology that is wide enough to incorporate Christ. Christ isn't just an anthropological phenomenon with significance for humanity, but Christ is also a cosmic event with significance for the planet."

Scripture agrees. Christ is more than just an historical person who walked this earth for 33 years, though he is that. He is more than a great teacher, marvellous miracle-worker, and extraordinary moral-exemplar, though he is that too. Indeed Christ is even more than the God- man who died for our sins and rose from the dead, though that is a crucial part of his identity. Christ, the scriptures tell us, is also someone and something within the very structure of the cosmos itself, the pattern on which the universe was conceived, is built, and is now developing.

As the letter to the Colossians puts it: "Christ is the firstborn of all creation [physical and spiritual]; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created ... all things have been created through him and for him. He is before all things and in him all things hold together."

This concept challenges the imagination, implying far, far more than we normally dare think. Among other things, it tells us that Christ lies not just at the root of spirituality and morality, but at the base of physics, biology, chemistry, and cosmology as well. This has many implications:

First of all, it means that the spiritual and the material, the moral and the physical, the mystical and the hormonal, and the religious and the pagan do not oppose each other but are part of one thing, one pattern, all infused by one and the same spirit, all drawn to the same end, with the same goodness and meaning. Simply put, the same force is responsible both for the law of gravity and the Sermon on the Mount and both are binding for the same reason.

All reality, be it spiritual, physical, moral, mathematical, mystical, or hormonal is made and shaped according to the one, same pattern and everything (be it the universe itself hurdling through space, the blind attraction of atoms for each other, the relentless push for growth in a plant, the instinctual hunt for blood by a mosquito, the automatic impulse to put everything into his mouth by a baby, the erotic charge inside the body of an adolescent, the fierce protectiveness of a young mother, the obsession to create inside an artist, or the genuflection in prayer or altruism of a saint) is ultimately part of one and the same thing, the unfolding of creation as made in the image of Christ and as revealing the invisible God.

The fact that Christ is cosmic and that nature is shaped in his likeness means too that God's face is manifest everywhere. If physical creation is patterned on Christ, then we must search for God not just in our scriptures, in our saints, and in our churches, though these shape the boundless nature and energies of God into principles and dogmas in a way that allows us to somehow appropriate them as trustworthy and normative. However if Christ is also the pattern according to which the universe itself is unfolding, then what's good and what's inside of God is also somehow manifest in the raw energy, colour, and beauty of the physical, be that the beauty of sunset or a symphony, which we can more easily acknowledge as religious, or be it the more morally ambivalent, but undeniable, beauty that is manifest in the body of a movie star, the voice of a pop singer, or the colourful and lively sexual energy that bubbles inside the culture. Clear or ambivalent, everything reflects the same pattern.

Finally, if Christ is the structure for the cosmic universe itself, the question of the normativeness of Christ for salvation ("There is no way to salvation, except through Christ.") poses itself differently. The famous early Christian hymn in Ephesians speaks of "a plan to be carried out in the fullness of time to bring all things into one, in Christ." What's implied here, among other things, is that Christ is bigger than the historical churches, operates beyond the scope of historical Christianity (although admittedly he does operate within it), and has influences prior and beyond human history itself. It is Christ, visible and invisible - the person, the spirit, the power, and the mystery - who is drawing all things, physical and spiritual, natural and religious, non-Christian and Christian, into one. As Kenneth Cragg puts it: "It will take all the religions of the world to give full expression to the whole Christ."

Teilhard was right. We need a Christology wide enough to incorporate the whole Christ and our imaginations need still to be stretched.


 

Teilhard de Chardin:

“Glorious Lord Christ:

the divine influence secretly diffused and active in the depths of matter,

and the dazzling centre where all the innumerable fibres of the manifold meet:

power as implacable as the world and warm as life;

you whose forehead is of the whiteness of snow,

whose eyes are of fire

and whose feet are brighter than molten gold;

you whose hands imprison the stars;

you who are the first and the last,

the living and the dead and the risen again;

you who gather into your exuberant unity every beauty,

every affinity, every energy,

every mode of existence:

it is you to whom my being cried out with a desire as vast as the universe:

‘In truth … you are my Lord and my God.’”

 

(Hymn of the Universe [New York: Harper and Row 1965] p34)


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30th October 2011

 

The Communion of Saints: All Saints' Day - November 1st

 

Patrick Oliver:

 

The passage into eternity is about

letting yourself be loved for no reason

 

The passage into eternity is about

dying well to what has previously held you

 

The passage into eternity is about

trusting the transition between worlds

 

The passage into eternity is about

desiring to see the luminous presence in everyone

 

The passage into eternity is about

learning to carry one’s life choices

 

The passage into eternity is about

learning to trust the darkness

 

The passage into eternity is about

letting God raise you

 

The passage into eternity is about

learning to receive everything as gift

 

The passage into eternity is about

coming to see everything as one

and within the One God

 

 

Richard Rohr OFM:

 

The communion of saints means that your goodness is not just your own, nor is your badness.  You carry the lived and the unlived lives of your parents, grandparents, and great-grandparents as far back as DNA and genomes can trace it—which is pretty far back.  We are the very first generation to know that this is literally and biologically true.  Living in the communion of saints means we can take ourselves very seriously (as a summation) and not too seriously at all (you are just a part of the whole!) at the very same time.

I hope this frees you from any unnecessary individual guilt—and more importantly frees you to be full "partners in God's triumphant parade" through time and history (2 Corinthians 2:14).  You are in on the deal, and yes, the really big deal.  You are all a very small part of a very Big Thing!

 

 

 

 

 

 

9th October 2011

The lectionary gospel reading for this Sunday was from Matthew's story of the wedding feast. I'd like to put in the Thoughts Column my rendition of this story as it appears in my "Freeing of God", as the story is usually interpreted in quite a different way.

 

 

(Matthew 22:1-14) Jesus begins to speak again to the Pharisees and chief priests, to address this issue of authority that they’ve raised. He tells them a parable to highlight how God’s Dream for the world contrasts with the ways and wiles of human rulers and authorities.

 

He recounts a cruel dictator king (and Jesus’ listeners have known a few) who wishes to put on a public show for his son’s wedding. Servants are sent out to invite many to become part of this feast, but because no one wants to have anything to do with the king and his brutal ways, they refuse to come. The king’s dumbfounded, but he doesn’t give up, and sends some more servants to make sure there’ll be people to come to the feast so he won’t be shamed.

 

He tells the servants, ‘Tell those who are invited, “My wedding feast’s all prepared; the bullocks and cattle are slaughtered, and everything is ready!”’ But the people find other more pressing things to do: one goes off to his farm, another to his business. Many get hold of the servants who’d been sent to them, and they vent all their bottled-up resentment towards the cruel king by treating the servants disgracefully, and finally murdering them.

 

The king’s infuriated when he hears of this, so he demands that his army kill those who’d murdered his servants, and burn their city. After all, there’s no more seemingly justified and righteous brutality than retaliatory bloodshed – especially when both parties believe themselves to be in the right, and when they both fall into their passionate hatred with a clear conscience.

 

The king says to the servants: ‘The wedding feast is ready, but those who were invited to it have refused my generosity. These people still pay me no respect, so go to the street corners and drag in people if you must, so I won’t be humiliated!’ So the servants go out onto the highways and byways, and since the king has terrorized and destroyed the people’s city, everyone – whether they’re considered good or bad – decide it’s better to co-operate with the servants rather than resist. Eventually the king gets his wish, and he fills his hall.

 

Now when the king enters the hall to greet his “guests” who’ve been forced off the streets, he notices one person standing there who isn’t wearing the proper attire, and not dressed the way custom dictates. ‘How did you get in here, friend, without being properly dressed?’ asks the king callously. But the man is silent before the ruler.

 

Because the king’s heart is full of hatred and cruelty, he’s on the lookout to punish someone – anyone – at the feast, to make up for the embarrassing rejection which the people have given him. So the king over-reacts to the solitary person who hasn’t dressed according to the correct protocols, and he delivers his full ire upon the dissenting guest. ‘Tie up this menace!’ the king splutters to the ushers.  ‘Bind him and throw him outside, where he’ll rue his actions, and will have time to mourn and suffer the stupidity of his insubordination!’

 

Jesus comments on this rather graphic parable: ‘The ways of God are not the ways of the world. Remember what I’ve told you: not “love your friend and hate your enemy”, but “love your enemy”! Not “an eye for an eye”, but “don’t become like the one who hates you”! Now the man in the story who gets bound and thrown out denotes the fate for all of you who non-violently resist the ways of worldly kingdoms just as I will, and you – like I – shall neither be understood nor applauded!

 

‘Don’t be surprised that you’ll invoke the ire of insecure petty rulers, who must insist upon sycophants feting and fawning, adulating and adoring. In the wedding feast in God’s Dream, it’s God who delights and dances with you; it’s God who takes you in, sits you down and waits upon you. That’s turning the status quo upside down!

 

‘At the feast of God’s Dream for the world, those who are self-sufficient find no nourishment, and those hungry to return the divine gaze find themselves satiated. If you think you’ve “got it”, then you haven’t; if you think you understand, then you haven’t begun! God’s Dream stands in direct contradiction to the ways of the world, so be prepared to be bound, to be thrown out of your good standing, to suffer and, if necessary, to die for the sake of faithfulness to my Way.

 

‘Your authority’s to come not from the systems and powers of this world, but from your relationship with me and with my Abba Father who trusts you. Spiritual authority is not about power but about service, surrender and acceptance of suffering as the way into soul transformation. I call everyone to this radical way of life, but few choose the narrow way of love over hate, of faithfulness over fear, of sacrifice of self over self-sufficiency, and of response over reaction. And yet truly – it’s the only way to real life!’

 

 

 

27th September 2011

 

“Currach”

 

(Irish word for ancient wooden boat used by pilgrims)

 

We tell stories from the pieces of our lives,

benchmarks that lead us to each other and away

till finally we return to God and our beginning.

 

We stop and listen. The children say ‘tell us more,

tell us how it was in the days when you were young

and remembered everything.’

Smiling in the shadows, we allow our oars to dig deeper.

 

‘I believe it was like this …’ and we tell the tale again

as the silent children, fingers trailing in the water,

sense the Other, the larger stillness beyond the owl’s call.

 

‘Did you cry?’ one asks. ‘I seem to remember I did,

but it may have been that I laughed until the tears

came down my cheeks like the water on your fingers.’

 

 

And another: ‘Were you afraid?’ 

‘Yes’, I say, ‘I was afraid then, but I am afraid no longer.’ And the small ones, eyes wide,

watch the pinpoints of light guiding us home.

 

(Penelope Ann Thomas, printed in Presence journal, March 2006, p18)

 

 

Meeting

 

May you meet Mercy each day:

       in the light of your own heart,

       at the hands of your loved ones,

in the eyes of the stranger

and of the needy.

 

And if by chance you do not at first meet it,

listen patiently for word of it

and it will tap you on the shoulder:

       a quiet surprise,

       a small gesture,

       the tender look

       given and received

in the encounters of your day.

 

(Mary Wickham RSM, from Souvenirs of Spirit: Poems and Prayers, Spectrum publications)


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11th September 2011

A thought for 9/11 -

(from the Mennonite Peace and Justice Newsletter – a story from the Truth and Reconciliation Commission in South Africa)

 

A frail black woman stands slowly to her feet. She is over 70 years of age. Facing her across the room are several white security officers, one of whom, Mr van de Broek, has just been tried and found implicated in the murders of both the woman’s son and her husband some years before.

It was indeed Mr van de Broek, it has been established, who had come to her home a number of years back, had taken her son, shot him and point blank range and then burned the young man’s body in a fire while he and his officers partied. Several years later, Mr van de Broek and his cohorts had returned to take away her husband as well.

For a long time she had heard nothing of his whereabouts until almost two years after her husband’s disappearance, Mr van de Broek came to fetch the woman herself. How vividly she remembers that evening, going to a place beside the river where she was shown her husband, bound and beaten, but still strong in spirit, lying on a pile of wood.

The last words she heard from his lips as the officers poured gasoline over his body and set him aflame were, “Father, forgive them”. And now the woman stands in the courtroom and listens to the confession offered by Mr van de Broek.

A member of South Africa’s Truth and Reconciliation Commission turns to her and asks, “So, what do you want? How should justice be done to this man who so brutally destroyed your family?”

“I want three things,” the old woman begins, calmly but confidently. “I want first to be taken to the place where my husband’s body was burned, so that I can gather the dust and give his remains a decent burial. She pauses, then continues. “My husband and son were my only family. I want secondly, therefore, for Mr van de Broek to become my son. I would like him to come twice a month to the ghetto and spend a day with me so that I can pour out on him whatever love I still have remaining.

“And finally”, she says, “I want a third thing. I would like Mr van de Broek to know that I offer him forgiveness because Jesus Christ died to forgive. This was also the wish of my husband. And so I would kindly ask someone to come to my side and lead me across the courtyard, so I can take Mr van de Broek in my arms, embrace him and let him know he is truly forgiven.”

As the court assistant comes to lead the elderly woman across the room, Mr van de Broek, overwhelmed by what he has just heard, faints. And as he does, those in the courtroom – family, friends, neighbours, all victims of decades of oppression and injustice - begin to sing softly but assuredly, “Amazing Grace, how sweet the sound, that saved a wretch like me.” 

 

 

26th August 2011

Tagore, the Indian poet:

“When Thou commandest me to sing,

it seems that my heart would break with pride.

And I look into Thy Face, and tears come to my eyes.

All that is harsh and dissonant in my heart

melts into one sweet harmony.

And my adoration spreads wings

like a glad bird across the sea.

I know Thou takest pleasure in my singing.

I know that only as a singer

do I come before Thy presence.

I touch,

by the far spreading wing of my song

Thy feet,

which I could never aspire to reach.

Drunk with the joy of singing, I forget myself,

and call Thee ‘friend’ who art my Lord."

 

 

 

 

St Symeon the New Theologian  (949-1022):

"We awaken in Christ's body

as Christ awakens our bodies.

 

I look down and my poor hand is Christ.

He enters my foot and he is infinitely me.

I move my hand and wonderfully my hand is Christ,

for it becomes all of him –

for God is indivisibly whole,

seamless in his Godhood. 

I move my foot,

and at once he appears like a flash of lightning.

 

Do my words seem blasphemous to you?

Then only open your heart to Christ

and they will no longer be blasphemous.

Let yourself receive the One

who is opening to you so deeply,

for if we genuinely love him,

we wake up inside Christ's body,

where all our body is realised in joy as him.

 

Christ makes us utterly real,

and everything that is hurt, dark, harsh, shameful,

maimed, ugly, irreparably damaged,

is in him transformed and recognised as whole,

as lovely.

And radiant in his light,

we awaken as the Beloved,

in every last part of our body."

 

4th August 2011

 

Here is a lovely poem I came across recently by John O'Donohue, on Winter. We just passed the winter solstice a couple of weeks ago.

Winter Solstice Poem

When the light around you lessens
And your thoughts darken until
Your body feels fear turn
Cold as a stone inside,

When you find yourself bereft
Of any belief in yourself
And all you unknowingly
Leaned on has fallen,

When one voice commands
Your whole heart
And it is raven dark,

Steady yourself and see
That it is your own thinking
That darkens your world.

Search and you will find
A diamond-thought of light.

Know that you are not alone
And that this darkness has purpose;
Gradually it will school your eyes
To find the one gift your life requires
Hidden within this night corner.

Invoke the learning
Of every suffering
You have suffered.

Close your eyes.
Gather all the kindling
About your heart
To create one spark.

That is all you need
To nourish the flame
That will cleanse the dark
Of its weight of festered fear.

A new confidence will come alive
To urge you toward higher ground
Where your imagination
Will learn to engage difficulty
As its most rewarding threshold!

- John O'Donohue
(from To Bless the Space Between Us)
 

www.johnodonohue.com

 

 

 

 

19th July 2011

 

SCIENCE AND RELIGION

 

Joan Chittister:

 

Someone wrote on a wall once, “If you expect to find an answer to your question, you have simply not asked a big enough question.” The great enquiries of life are not children’s riddles. Good thinkers do not expect to resolve them. They are simply the subjects serious thinkers spend their lives exploring so that all the lesser questions of life can have a launching pad from which to commence their pursuit. Questions like, What shall I do? Where shall I go? What are my priorities? are all issues that depend in the first place on what I think life is about and goodness is made of and meaning requires if weare to be truly alive, truly spiritual.

We live in a very strange world now. It is a world of dazzling technological and scientific achievement. It is, as a result, a world of increasing complexity and confusion. The more we discover about the mechanics of life, it seems, the less we are certain of the meaning of life, the purpose of life, the essence of life. It is a world, in fact, made strange by our own making.

A people enamored of science and skeptical of religion, we are, nevertheless, unsatisfied by science and tempted to substitute magical thinking for the mysteries of religion. We make for ourselves a vending-machine God and live torn between the verities of science and the spiritual values of religion. And that is strange, indeed, since neither is intended to be the answer to the other, however much we try to make them so.

As a result, we do not know where the world of science begins or where the world of religion ends. We want science to confirm things of the spirit for us, and we want religion to explain the origin of the world to us. Neither of them is up to the task.

Worst of all, we confuse one with the other. We want science, which deals with matter, to explain God to us. We want religion, which deals with the spirit, to be an authority on the biological nature of life.

We make a thing of God and a god of science. We make “heaven” a place and earth the center of the universe. And that’s where the confusion and the complexity set in; that’s when we begin to lose faith in both. What shall we believe about either heaven or earth when what we have thought of both of them is equally impossible and impertinent. God is bigger than an adult Disneyland designed to reward rule keepers, and the earth is a speck in the universe too small to explain something as great as the end and purpose of creation.

In the end, then, faith is not the refusal to face what cannot be answered. It is the commitment to think beyond what is to why it is. It is the conviction that we must stretch ourselves beyond what can only be seen to what cannot be seen: about life, about goodness, about purpose, about creation, about the self, about God, and about what constitutes “common sense spirituality.”

The poet Rainer Maria Rilke puts it this way in his Letters to a Young Poet: “I would like to beg you, dear Sir, as well as I can to have patience with everything unresolved in your heart and try to love the questions themselves…perhaps, then someday far in the future, you will gradually, without even noticing it, live your way into the answer.” Then, perhaps, we will begin to contribute to the meaning of life for others by raising questions of our own.

from the “Foreword” by Joan Chittister to Common Sense Spirituality: the Essential Wisdom of David Steindl-Rast (Crossroad Book)

 

 
 


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