Monday, January 18, 2010
This wide-open spacious Life
Monday, June 8, 2009
Risk delight
I'm not sure what "The Preacher", which is how the Greek work Ecclesiastes is usually translated, or "The Quester" as Peterson, writer of The Message Bible calls him, means by this statement, but it immediately made me think of global communication. We now know not only about the terrible things that are happening in our own neighborhoods (I get an e-mail "Crime Watch" from my homeowner's association which lists every crime in the area -- this may be more information than I want!) or cities and towns -- witness the police log in every local newspaper -- but worldwide. We hear about explosions in India, tsunamis in Indonesia, bus accidents that kill children in Canada, all that is going on all over the world: wars, famine, murder, natural disasters, illnesses of all kinds, relocation of refugees fleeing oppression, as well as the horrors of repressive regimes. For one who's call is to be compassionate, it is a tsunami of pain that can be almost literally overwhelming. It's easy to shut down or cut it off.
I believe, though, that the spiritual path asks something else of us: the courage and the stamina to look such suffering square in the face and accept it. Not accept as in become resigned, but accept as in recognize and acknowledge the fact of it. Compassion means to stand with others in their pain. And that is meant to move us to act on their behalf in whatever way we can. Spirit in our lives is not about protection or immunity from pain and difficulty; its purpose is to enable us to step more deeply into life and all its difficulty as a means of transformation.
And I can't resist another poem, which captures so well the paradox between having compassion for all the pain in the world and living in the joy of the Christian path.
A Brief for the Defense
by Jack Gilbert
Sorrow everywhere. Slaughter everywhere. If babies
Are not starving someplace, they are starving
Somewhere else. With flies in their nostrils.
But we enjoy our lives because that's what God wants.
Otherwise the mornings before summer dawn would not
Be made so fine. The Bengal tiger would not
Be fashioned so miraculously well. The poor women
At the fountain are laughing together between
The suffering they have known and the awfulness
In their future, smiling and laughing while somebody
In the village is very sick. There is laughter
Every day in the terrible streets of Calcutta.
And the women laugh in the cages of Bombay.
If we deny our happiness, resist our satisfaction,
We lessen the importance of their deprivation.
We must risk delight. We can do without pleasure,
But not delight. Not enjoyment. We must have
The stubbornness to accept our gladness in the ruthless
Furnace of this world. To make injustice the only
Measure of our attention is to praise the Devil.
If the locomotive of the Lord runs us down,
We should give thanks that the end had magnitude.
We must admit there will be music despite everything.
We stand at theprow again of a small ship
Anchored late at night in the tiny port
Looking over to teh sleeping island: the waterfront
Is three shuttered cafes and one naked light burning.
To hear the faint sound of oars in the silence as a rowboat
Comes slowly out and then goes back is truly worth
All the years of sorrow that are to come.
Prayer: Dear God, You have given me a life of joy and a heart of compassion. Help me to walk this tightrope of Your Love, balancing the inexpressible Joy at the heart of Your Walk, with the depth of compassion for all Your Suffering World. Amen.
Friday, May 1, 2009
A Wildly Wonderful World!
I was at a dinner last night honoring the Brothers of Mt. Calvary, the monastery which was burned to the ground in Santa Barbara last year. One of the brothers is a master calligrapher, and had set a wonderful Billy Collins poem in his beautiful hand. Perhaps it was that event that made the world seem so fresh and new this morning, a sense of lightness, of joy and gratitude sustaining my heart. Perhaps it was the experience of being with the Brothers, who despite the devastating loss of their home and all it contained, seem buoyed by love in everything they do. Whatever the case, I can think of nothing which better reflects the wonder of life than this poem.
Aimless Love
This morning as I walked along the lakeshore,
I fell in love with a wren
and later in the day with a mouse
the cat had dropped under the dining room table.
In the shadows of an autumn evening,
I fell for a seamstress
still at her machine in the tailor’s window,
and later for a bowl of broth,
steam rising like smoke from a naval battle.
This is the best kind of love, I thought,
without recompense, without gifts,
or unkind words, without suspicion,
or silence on the telephone.
The love of the chestnut,
the jazz cap and one hand on the wheel.
No lust, no slam of the door –
the love of the miniature orange tree,
the clean white shirt, the hot evening shower,
the highway that cuts across Florida.
No waiting, no huffiness, or rancor –
just a twinge every now and then
for the wren who had built her nest
on a low branch overhanging the water
and for the dead mouse,
still dressed in its light brown suit.
But my heart is always propped up
in a field on its tripod,
ready for the next arrow.
After I carried the mouse by the tail
to a pile of leaves in the woods,
I found myself standing at the bathroom sink
gazing down affectionately at the soap,
so patient and soluble,
so at home in its pale green soap dish.
I could feel myself falling again
as I felt its turning in my wet hands
and caught the scent of lavender and stone.
~ Billy Collins ~
Prayer: Dear God, Every moment is full of Your Splendour if I will only open my eyes and my heart. Keep me mindful of the wonder and joy of Your Creation, even as I go about my daily life. Amen.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
God's more-than-enough
The lack of satisfaction people feel in their lives, the constant hunger for more, all the addictive process we see in our society -- whether it's food, substances, sex, gambling, shopping, whatever--I believe is a spiritual problem. When Mother Theresa came to the US she saw a nation rich in material ways but suffering from spiritual poverty. The good news is that if that spiritual poverty is recognized for what it is, one can take up the spiritual path, seek and find spiritual sustenance to satisfy that gnawing hunger. I believe that's part of what Jesus meant when he said, "Blessed are the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven." The bad news is that if that too often people don't see that as the problem and keep pursuing what hasn't satisfied them yet -- a new job, more stuff, a new partner. Sometimes, a new job or partner, the right one, can make a big difference, but usually only when we recognize the limitations of these things in providing happiness, when we see them in their proper perspective.
I think this is another way of saying that the spiritual life is not about some esoteric or exotic level of achievement that is available only to the highly evolved or theologically sophisticated. Ask any committed 12-Stepper, and they'll tell you that the spiritual life is precisely for all of us ordinary folks, helping us live the real lives that we have. I can't say that I've attained the level of spiritual enlightenment where every moment is unmitigated joy, but I can say that when I engage in my spiritual practices and cultivate the spiritual perspective and understanding of life, my heart is filled with peace and joy and I greet each day as a sacred adventure rather than as an ordeal that I have to somehow get through.
Prayer: Dear God, I've been away for a bit and have let go of some of the practices that nurture me in my relationship with You. Let me take this time to re-invigorate my spiritual life and to draw closer to Your plan for me. Amen.
Monday, February 18, 2008
Two solid weeks!
1Kings 8:65b They started out celebrating for seven days – and then did it another seven days! Two solid weeks of celebration!
The temple has been finished, Solomon has prayed, sacrificed and blessed the people to dedicate the temple and the whole congregation of
There are times when it seems the Christian path is all about discipline, going through the narrow gate, self-denial and serious prayer – and we are in Lent, which is a serious time. But there is also a time to celebrate. When I celebrate God in my life, do I give it my all? Or does it feel self-indulgent? Jesus tells many stories where he likens the
Prayer: Dear God, It’s easy to forget when life is difficult and we are walking in a serious time, that your will for us is joy and celebration, that they are the fruits of the heart’s discipline. Give me a heart of celebration today, and every day. Amen