RonRolheiser,OMI

Taken Completely by God

Theresa of Avila would sometimes become very bold in her prayer and say to God: Kiss me full on the mouth. This is her own twist to the opening line of the Song of Songs where the author prays: “Let him kiss me, with the kisses of his mouth!”

That is vary audacious prayer and, understood properly, a most radical one. For Theresa, this is a formula for the ultimate act of commitment and surrender. For her, you pray this prayer only when you are ready to give yourself completely to God with absolutely no reservations, hesitations, conditions or restrictions.

It is the ultimate prayer of single-mindedness, of purity of heart, of, in Kierkegaard’s famous dictum, willing the one thing. Kiss me full on the mouth! A mystic’s metaphor! When someone says this to God, it is a request to be taken completely, an offer of total surrender.

Steven Hawkings ends his A Brief History of Time by saying that, up to now, science and philosophy have found pieces of explanation for how and why things are as they are.

We have, he says, bits of information and valuable insights into reality, but lack a unified theory, a simple equation, he insists, should it ever be found, must be understandable by everyone, not just by a few scientists. The formula that ties all the bits and pieces together must be, in Hawkings’ view, utterly simple, something very primal.

Kiss me full on the mouth fits that description, not as the scientific equation that Hawkings is looking for to explain why it is that we and the universe exist, but as a formula tying together all the bits and pieces we know about prayer, love and surrender.

Here, just as in science, we have a lot of unrelated insights but generally lack a unifying formula. The mystics proposed such a formula and it is utterly simple and primal—Kiss me full on the mouth! To say that in prayer is to bind all bits and pieces of our “prayer and longing together and give them a single meaning and a single thrust.

But this isn’t a prayer that can be uttered easily. Nor, indeed, is it something that can be easily in truth said to another human being.

There is an innocent romanticism inside of us which lets us naively, but falsely, believe that true love and surrender are easy. This, along with other blind spots which are less innocent and inculpable, generally make us naive to the fact that there are many pre-conditions necessary for this prayer to be said and truly meant. What are those pre-conditions?

Inside of each of us there is major book which, should it ever be written, could be given the title: Kiss me full on the mouth. That phrase can serve as the hermeneutical key to help understand the constant struggle between resistance and surrender that rages deep inside each of us.

For we are born with two great drives, both of which try to claim us. On the one hand, we are driven by the longing to be free, independent, to set ourselves apart. On the other hand, we are equally as driven by the urge to merge, by the desire to lose ourselves, to give ourselves over to the great embrace, to return to the kind of primal intimacy that we lost at birth.

Our lives are simply chronicles of that primal struggle within us between resistance and surrender. The yearning for intimacy and surrender competes with the yearning for independence and control.

Thus, in both our love relationships and in our prayer, we vacillate back and forth: We give ourselves over and we take ourselves back; we want intimacy, even as we are fighting it; we strive for unconditionality in love even as we set all kinds of conditions; and we say, “kiss me full on the mouth,” even as we are turning our heads (and our lives) to avoid the full brunt of such an encounter.

Not until we reach the highest levels of maturity, altruism, selflessness and sanctity can we ever ask God or anyone else to kiss us full on the mouth and really mean it. Hence, love and prayer are, in the end, a struggle to say that prayer.

Jacques Maritain once commented that only three kinds of people think that love is easy: Manipula­tors, who have everything confused with their own selfishness; saints, who through years of practice have made virtue easy; and naive dreamers, who don’t have a clue what they are talking about!

Each of us is a manipulator, saint and naive dreamer, all at the same time. We struggle with love and prayer, with resistance and surrender. The mystic’s prayer: Kiss me full on the mouth, is the clue as to how those struggles must eventually be resolved.

Truth and the Resurrection

As children we live in a dream world, naively believing that there is somewhere a divine magic which can, and will in the end, swish away all evil, injustice, and pain and make a happy ending to everything.

The older we get, the harder it is for us to believe in magic and happy endings. The older we get, the more easy it gets for us to believe that George Orwell is more correct than the fairytales when he says: If you want a picture of the future, imagine a boot stamping on the human face-forever” (1984, N.Y., Signet Books, 1950, p. 220).

But who is, ultimately, more correct—the child or the Orwell-type realist? Is there divine magic and are there happy endings or are death and a boot-in-the-face a truer picture of the human future? In the end, what is real and what is naive?

For most adults, even those of us with faith in God, the growing temptation is to opt for the realism of Orwell. We wish, of course, that it were otherwise, that the naive and trusting faith of the child was well-founded, but that wish is far from a genuine hope.

Experience has long since taught us how things actually are, namely, that we are radically orphaned, on our own, devoid of any help from fairy godmothers (and God). Worst of all, when all is said and done, it seems that…

Darkness triumphs over Light
Loneliness over community
Self-interest over love
Egoism over altruism
Injustice over justice
Chaos over order
Cruelty over compassion
Malignancy over graciousness
Tastelessness over beauty
Death over life.

To be realistic, to be educated, to take the facts seriously, is to believe this. Only the naive believe otherwise.

Thus, to be realistic means to live in a certain despair. This takes various forms, ranging from outright cynicism about love and life (“Life stinks!”), to an upbeat, but often empty optimism in the power of positive thinking (“Think rainbows and you’ll always get them”), to the metaphysical rebellion of an Albert Camus which affirms that, given the ultimate triumph of disease and death, we can create some temporary dignity and meaning for ourselves by fighting these.

In the end, irrespective of its genre, despair is despair. When there is no power or magic beyond our own, a boot-in-the-face is the final destiny of the human race.

Christ’s resurrection, among many other things, exposes that despairing epistemology for what it is, not realism but naivete.

In the resurrection of Christ, reality is turned upside down, the supposed empirical facts are blown to hell (literally!). What looks like naivete is, in fact, final truth. What looks like realism is, in the light of the resurrection, naivete.

If we believe in the resurrection, then Orwell is wrong, the child is right; the hard empiricists are wrong, the pious are right; those who stopped believing in magic are wrong, the believers in fairytales are right; and even those theologians who, in the name of science and enlightenment, say that the tomb was never empty are wrong, and those who believe that Jesus’ actual physical body rose from the dead are right.

Most importantly of all, if we believe in the resurrection of Christ then those who believe that, no matter how bad the story, there will be a happy ending in the end are right. To believe otherwise, in the name of the empirical facts and experience, is naive.

In the resurrection, we see the final conclusion of the story, regardless of all supposed facts to the contrary. There is real divine power (and magic) beyond our own and, when the whole story has unfolded, the final end will not be darkness, loneliness, self-interest, injustice, chaos, evil, death and the void.

No. it will be what we, as children, always knew it would be—light, love, justice, order, graciousness, joyous embrace, life, God.

With faith in the resurrection of Christ, we can stare empirical facts in the face and know that a­boot-in-the-face is but an interim chapter of the story.

Beyond our present limits, pains and oppression, there is someone with the final magic wand and that someone loves us more dearly than any fairy god mother ever loved a child. Happy Easter! Christ has Risen!

An Evening With Jim Wallis

A crucial spiritual task for our time is that of bringing together justice and contemplation, commitment to the poor and genuine worship of God, Few do it well. More often there is one-sidedness. Social justice circles are seldom known for their piety even as circles of piety rarely spend much of their fervour in the service of justice.

Fortunately, there are exceptions and, given their rarity today, they are truly prophetic and the rest of us should look to them for challenge. One such exception is, I submit, Jim Wallis, the founder of Sojourners, an interdenominational community of Christians based in Washington, D.C. who have committed themselves, precisely, to bringing together real worship and real commitment to justice. Under that title, Sojourners, they publish a magazine dedicated to that ideal.

Recently I had the opportunity of visiting Sojourners community in Washington and of spending an evening talking with Jim Wallis. I had more questions than our time together allowed, though not more than he had patience for, so our conversation took many roads. In this brief space, I would like to share some of his thoughts on a couple of key questions:

1) Given that social justice is so non-negotiable within Christian spirituality, why are not more mainstream Christians more deeply taken up with it? 

Wallis (in paraphrase rather than quote) … The major reason is simply the power and the addictive quality of the culture, the grip it can have on people’s lives. What results is not so much badness as simple moral blindness. So much of what’s wrong here is captured in the bumper sticker: I Shop, therefore, I am!  or seen in what’s on MTV.  Social justice is not so much rejected as it simply not thought about.

There are, admittedly, some problems with how social justice has been presented by its advocates. Some justice groups have not been sufficiently self-critical nor checked sufficiently strident voices within their own ranks. This has hurt. However, there are some salient exceptions, Dorothy Day, Thomas Merton, Daniel Berrigan, William Stringfellow, Henri Nouwen, and Richard Rohr – and, modestly but honestly stated, Sojourners itself. Here one sees concern for self-criticism and for proper boundaries that keep the demand for justice a faith and gospel imperative, something rooted in Christ, and not simply an echo of secular liberal criticism.

2) A key component of Sojourners is Apostolic Community. From the 20 years you have struggled to build this kind of community among Sojourners, what perspectives would you want to share? 

Wallis … Struggles in community are generally more an issue of fidelity to the center, Christ, than they are in proper definition. Defining community is not so much the issue, though many would disagree with this. It’s ironic that classical religious communities are looking to communities like Sojourners for help in direction when Sojourners itself is looking to them for guidance, especially in laying out the disciplines required to live apostolic community. Sojourners just recently, as a result of a long and painful process, came out with a faith statement, Our Life at the Foot of the Mountain, which defines how we understand ourselves as an apostolic community and how we see our specific charism. We are now working at developing a statement specifying the essential disciplines required for this.

Apostolic community doesn’t necessarily imply living under one roof. It does though imply what is essentially captured in the vows of classical religious communities, namely, poverty (simplicity of life and identity with the poor), chastity (properly committed sexuality, though not necessarily celibacy), obedience (real accountability to the gospel and to community) and perseverance (not necessarily understood as permanent membership in a given community but as permanent commitment to the ideals of apostolic community). Perseverance should also today include an element of stability, namely, the community itself should have a certain geographic commitment which it should consider a vowed trust. Sojourners is now attempting to network committed Christians all over North America (and elsewhere) into base communities along this ideal.

This year Sojourners is celebrating its 20th anniversary. Its ideals are captured in Wallis’ foundational book, The Call to Conversion, now itself 10 years old. To read (or re-read) that book is, today, to listen to a truly prophetic voice.

Life’s Quest for Service

Pierre Teilhard de Chardin once said something to the effect that we reach moral maturity on the day we realize that, ultimately, we have to choose: genuflect before something higher than ourselves or begin to self-destruct!

Simone Weil had a similar idea. She consistently affirmed that our deepest longing was to find someone or something to be obedient to. Without this submission, she claimed, we inevitably inflate, become pompous and make an idol out of ourselves.

In their view, only adoration of something beyond ourselves can save us from self-adoration.

If they are right, and I believe they are, then, as human beings, we have in us a congenital pressure towards adoration and healthy self-abnegation. Deep inside of us there is a pattern for the health of our souls and, according to that pattern, we only feel right when we make our own grandiosity genuflect before something that is really great. As adults, we only feel right when we are giving our lives away.

There are important implications in this and one of them is that we are built for altruism and martyrdom. Ultimately, we only feel right about ourselves when we are dying to our own needs and, indeed, dying to our very lives.

At one level, this is captured in the rather simple axiom: I defy you to show me a selfish person who is truly happy!

But the early Christians added a further dimension to this. It wasn’t just a question of living unselfishly, it was also a question of dying! For them, we were built for martyrdom. Martyrdom was considered the normal end to a Christian life! To live a true Christian life meant to die as a martyr.

What’s interesting is that they continued to believe this, that we are built for and called to martyrdom, even after the Roman powers stopped persecuting and killing Christians. When the persecutions stopped, their theology of martyrdom remained. They still believed that the normal way to end one’s life was in death through martyrdom. What changed was only how this martyrdom was now conceived. In their mind, you still ended your life through a martyrdom of some kind or you ended it badly!

Our own lives, not just as Christians but even simply as human beings, could be a whole lot healthier and less filled with depression if we understood that. Put simply: we either end up dying as a crucified martyr on one hill… or we end up bitter, inflated, a jerk, on some other hill!

That’s rather blunt, but it conveys the sense of what Teilhard, Simone Weil and the early Christians intuited. Only one thing can save us from infantile grandiosity, from dangerous self-righteousness, from ultimate disappointment with and bitterness about our own lives, and from aging and dying badly, namely, martyrdom.

There is reason for this: We are made in God’s image and the Imago Dei puts inside of us an immense fire—energy for love and creativity, but also nostalgia for glory, greatness and transcendence.

There is deep, restless, insatiable, burning energy inside of us, but it is not, in the end, chaotic energy. It’s configured energy—energy arranged in clear and meaningful patterns. We burn with fire, but it’s God’s fire and therefore it has divine meaning, purpose and direction.

It’s fire to bless others, to fight for others, to teach others, to create delight for others, and to empty itself completely, unto death, for others. It’s fire to act like Christ who was the ultimate Imago Dei. Hence, it’s fire for crucifixion.

In the end, we are hardwired both to live for others and to die for them and we are only healthy and happy when we are about the business of doing that.

Our hearts and souls are like our bodies, they contain within themselves the instinctual patterns for their own health. When those patterns are ignored or violated they send out strong signals to let us know that something is wrong. As well, in our hungers and in our proclivities they let us know what they need to sustain their health.

When we analyze the deepest hungers of the heart we see there the longing for martyrdom. This longing has many disguises—the desire for heroism, the desire to be a great lover and the simple desire to be a great person. In all of these, ultimately, there is the longing to take love to its altruistic end—death in sacrifice for the ones we Jove.

This is the deep instinctual pattern of the soul and it posits that true morality and spirituality (and the absence of bitterness and disappointment with life) lie in ending up stretched truly tall, dying on a cross, in crucifixion.

A Cast of Characters

Here are some quotes that might prove helpful before approaching the cross to do reverence on Good Friday.

“I’m a Roman soldier, a gambler, I size things up, I calculate, lay bets. I’m not sure what all this means or who exactly this guy is or was. A lot of people think that this death’s not ordinary, that this person’s God. There’s definitely something special about him, that I know, so many people can’t be so stirred up about nothing.

“But is he God? Will this death save me? Should I hedge a bet on this? Should I reverence this cross? I don’t know, the dice seem to come out even. Pascal said it’s a good wager. After all, what have I got to lose by adoring? I’m not so convinced, but at these odds, free salvation, why not take the chance?”

“I’m Simon of Cyrene. You’ve heard of me, the perennial chore-boy, always at the wrong place at the wrong time, forced to help carry the cross, virtue by conscription! I’m not sure whether or not this man’s God; mostly I don’t care. It’s just that I’m yoked to his load and his suffering. It’s not something I choose.

“Should I adore? I don’t know. I don’t give it much thought one way or the other. I’m trying to make a living, to mind my own business. Sometimes this type of trouble falls upon you. That’s the way life is.”

“I’m the Bad Thief. I got crucified with him, had the same suffering, endured the same humiliation and abuse. But, I don’t agree with him. This isn’t useful, it’s just bad luck. There’s no God in heaven and there’s no love on earth either, just self-interest.

In the end, nobody gives a damn, nothing matters! A man’s got to take care of himself cause nobody else will, Jesus included! I’m not going to reverence this cross. I suffered as much as he did. To hell with it!”

“I’m Peter. I believe this man’s God. I know everything he said is true. But… I am always so scared, so timid. What I believe privately, I never live out in the world, I’ve neither the courage nor the strength.

”They call me ‘The Rock,’ what a joke! I’m taking a nap while he’s sweating blood, warming myself at a fire while he’s being scourged, and denying him even as he looks at me with love.

But that look on his face when he turned towards me after being scourged by Pilate… his face so soft, so understanding, not disappointed and hurt and me having just denied him! I know what unconditional love means. My mother, my father, my wife, nobody ever accepted me like he just did. I’ll adore, even if I have to do it in secret.”

“I’m Mary, his mother. Would I could take his place, but even here I’m helpless, like everywhere else. The incredible pain and helplessness of watching this! I can’t change anything, say anything, or do anything to make this better… All I can do is wait silently, here at the foot of this cross.”

“I’m the Good Thief. I’ve wasted my life, committed more than my share of sin. I wasn’t even looking for God and forgiveness, I was only looking out for myself, numero uno, like I always have! I got lucky!

“He found me, just before I died. Everything forgiven, washed clean, in a second. I still can’t believe it, but I’ll spend eternity celebrating it. Adore. Adore, this man! There is no great reckoning, no pound of punishment to be paid for each pound of sin. There’s only forgiveness, love. Give yourself over! Fall on the floor! Adore!”

“I’m John, his beloved Apostle. I feel awful…. his best friend, and yet, when he needs me the most, I run away, follow at a safe distance! Discipleship in safety, yes, that’s me! Not once did l speak up, challenge anyone, try to explain anything, or defend him. Timidity always my downfall!

“I know I’m not worthy of his friendship and forgiveness, yet I know he loves me, even more than before. How incredible that this godlessness, this hell, this black Friday is showing even more how scandalously lavish are his love and forgiveness! Looking at his face, leaning on his breast, I always believed that light, love and peace would triumph. Now I understand how. How unbelievable! I can only throw myself at the foot of his cross! Adore! Adore!”

“I’m Judas. I betrayed him. Betrayed Christ! For me there can be no hope. Too late, nothing can undo what’s done! Nothing can help me ever again! I’m sorry, so sorry, but there can only be darkness! I can only run away from this cross!”

These aren’t the separate comments of different biblical characters. No, they are feelings within different parts of each of us as we confront the drama of the cross.

A Culture of Complaint

A recent article in Time magazine, entitled The Fraying of America suggests that over­sensitivity, political correctness, and a culture of complaint is leading to the breakdown of community.

Perhaps the article isn’t everywhere correct in its analysis as to why community is, at so many levels, fragmenting, but it is depressingly accurate in its documentation of the anger, polarization, hatred, and hypersensitivity that today mark community life in both civic and church circles. We are indeed a culture of complaint.

But the presence of so much factionalism, concern for political correctness, and outright anger and complaint is, in the end, not the problem. It’s a symptom.

Ultimately, what’s wrong is that community is falling apart. Lately, all of us, are finding ourselves precisely more and more alone, cut off from each other, especially in terms of moral affinity. Factionalism reigns in place of family and, on virtually every moral issue, we find ourselves in a cold war.

Never before, I suspect, has a whole culture (and a whole church) been more morally lonely. We ache for community, especially moral community, and, daily, we become more acutely aware that it is slipping from us.

What should we be doing—beyond complaining and nurturing the paranoia that we have been unjustly done to? I think that if Moses came down from the mountain today, he might, after first smashing a few of our ideological golden calves, promulgate some further commandments… for special use during trying community times:

1) Thou shalt not get into personalities, name­calling, and into the narcissism of taking everything personally. This pain and anger is, in the end, not about personalities but about how tough is the long-haul struggle for community.

2) Thou shalt not fall into excessive self-pity. A “holier-than-thou” attitude is no worse than a “more-wounded-than-thou” one.

3) Thou shalt not let the archetypal warrior possess you. Warriors tend to be more interested in winning battles than in winning love. The battle for a community of the heart depends more on the beatitudes than on political fire-power.

4) Thou shalt not rationalize impatience with ideology and high metaphysical theories of history. This life is a vigil demanding great patience. Impatience remains impatience, irrespective of whether or not we attempt to invest it with positive moral meaning by defining ourselves as warriors of truth.

5) Thou shalt not rationalize disrespect and a breakdown of fundamental charity. Disrespect is disrespect, and it remains an obstacle to every kind of community. No cause, be it ever so imperative, justifies abdicating respect and charity!

6) Thou shalt not let the rhetoric of the right or the left create, in you, false dichotomies which force you to choose between good things and good people. Don’t buy rhetoric which separates the good from the good and makes you line up on one side… Are you for women or for children? Are you for laws or for people? Are you for obedience or for conscience? Be for both!

7) Thou shalt not lose the sense of sacred intimacy within the family. Practice the ancient discipline arcani. Intimacy is sacred so don’t discuss the family’s deepest secrets with the whole world—and especially avoid doing this on talk shows!

8) Thou shalt not succumb to the temptation to justify excess and lack of self-criticism. Two wrongs do not a right make! It is not justifiable to say: “Because we have been treated wrongly for so long we can now enjoy certain excesses ourselves.”

9) Thou shalt not become so pompous, puffed-up, and full of self-importance so that you see healthy humor as an affront to your “cause” and dignity. When you no longer have the capacity to take a joke, you lack the proper resiliency for healthy living and should leave political arena for the therapeutic couch.

10) Thou shalt not lose the sense of the Body of Christ. In Christ’s body no one part can ever say to another: “I don’t need you!” We are, on both sides of eternity, forever bound to each other.

We can grow angry and fight with each other, and even for a while go on sabbatical from community, but this concrete bunch of people on earth, for all its faults, is the only family we have. We bear its birthmarks and can never leave it even when we try. In the end, our final imperative is to come to peace with the family… and to die with a warm heart!

Sitting in the Ashes

I’ve gone through many changes in my relationship to the ashes that mark our foreheads at the beginning of Lent.

When I was little, they brought me the distraction that the extraordinary always brings to children. You got to go up the aisle with adults and got a black mark on your forehead and returned to your pew caught up in the feeling that something peculiar had happened to you.

You didn’t understand it, but it felt special. Then you could stare at everyone in church and go home and examine yourself in a mirror. I was always slow to wash them off.

In my early teen years, fighting inside of myself to integrate the fact that several young people around me had died, the idea of getting ashes put on my forehead, complete with the formula— “Remember, dust thou art, and into dust thou shalt return!”—both frightened and repulsed me. It reminded me too much of death.

During those years, I was most quick to wash them off after leaving church.

As a young seminarian, going through the years of first fervor within religious life, the ashes of Lent took on deep meaning. They reminded me of the young and saintly deaths of Therese of Lisieux and Gabriel the Passionist—and they reminded me that here we “mourn and weep in this valley of tears” and that it is best not to put all of our stock in this world. Again, I was slow to wash the ashes off.

Later, as a post-Vatican II seminarian and a young priest, I went through a phase where, again, I thought the whole practice of receiving ashes (and especially the formula about dust and death) was morbid. I guess the rest of the church felt at least a bit the same because the church changed the formula and made the bit about returning to dust optional.

What the church should have been emphasizing, I felt then, was not death and sin, but resurrection and love. Those years I didn’t even wait until Mass was over before pulling a handkerchief from my pocket and wiping the ashes away.

Several years ago, for many reasons, a connection formed in my mind between those ashes and call to social justice. The ashes symbolized the burnt and crumpled lives of the poor. Again, I wore ashes with pride and was slow to wash them off.

This past Ash Wednesday, I felt altogether different about ashes. They symbolized, for me, so much of my own life that has been burned and reduced to ashes—certain dreams, a naïve innocence, youth, a sense of power over my life, a sense of my own goodness and moral adequacy.

Feeling more than a little dislocated and inadequate, I took the ashes and was in no particular hurry to wash them off—nor was I thrilled by leaving them on. After all those years and all those changes, this year, for the first time, I felt like I was sitting in the ashes.

When I look at all of this, I see that through these years the ashes have been very patient with me! They’ve challenged me and have, like God himself, been most accepting of my reaction.

I see too that, irrespective of how I felt about them, I needed them and the reaction they caused in me spoke loudly of what demons I was meant to meet in each particular Lent. This year, it seems, they want me to sit myself among them. What does it mean “to sit in the ashes”?

In some Indian tribes they used to live in communal longhouses. In the centre of these longhouses the roof opened to the sky and the fires that were used for heating, cooking and light were lit under that opening.

Sometimes a certain tribe member would be going through some phase in his or her life and would, for a period of time, long or short, sleep (not in the beds) but at the edge of the fire, in the ashes. During this time, he or she wouldn’t wash or do his or her regular work.

It was understood that they needed to be “in the ashes,” that some dislocation had rendered them powerless to go on with business as usual and that some silent inner work was going on inside of them. Always, after some time, they would one day wash off the ashes and return to regular life (and a regular bed)… usually full of a new energy and power.

The ashes of Lent can be those kind of ashes for us. They invite us, among many other things, to leave our regular beds and tables to sleep and sit patiently for a while in the ashes at the edges of the fire so that some silent, inner, gestation process can teach us what it means that we are dust and that we are invited to turn from sin to the Gospel.

Another Type Of Icon

Many people are aided in prayer by icons. I am too, though because I am more intuitive than sensate, the icons that move me more deeply are often not pious images painted on wood panels.

No. For me, generally it’s a face in a certain situation or a particular human incident or story that has power to take me beyond my normal heartaches and headaches to a deeper awareness of the compassion of God and others.

Let me share with you one such icon that helps open my heart and spirit to the presence of God and others. It’s a story that Robert Coles tells in his Harvard Diary (New Oxford Review, November 1991) I re-read it regularly and it always moves me towards prayer.

In 1970, Coles had gone to rural West Virginia. While there, he was introduced to a 14-year-old boy who had been partially paralysed while working in a strip mine.

The boy, living in an economically poor family, largely illiterate, without a television set to look at, with almost nothing to do and seemingly no practical goals to live for, lay on his bed, stared out at the world, and, when Coles asked him what went through his mind all day, this is what he said:

“I’ll be here, lying on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, or looking out of the window-yonder, to the hill. I get to thinking. I wonder why I was ever born—if there was a reason. To end up like I am now?

“I wonder if it makes any difference if anyone is ever born! I mean, a hundred years from now, we’ll all be gone, and if anyone has any idea who we are, it’ll be because he stumbled on a grave, or he saw a picture in someone’s scrapbook, like I do sometimes when Grandpappy comes visiting, and he shows me his Grandpappy.

“When I look out there, I see the trees and I figure they must know something we (human beings) won’t be told. They just stand there, and they wear their sap, then they yield it, and nothing seems to bother them, while we’re running all over the place.

“You cut into them and mark them up (he was referring to his own habit of using his knife to put his initials on certain trees) and they don’t say ‘ouch’; maybe they feel sorry for you, that you do that!

“It’s the start of the day that I notice most of all. I never did (take such notice) before. Now I’m up, because there’s only so much sleep you can get, and I’ll be lying there in the darkness, and my mind is having these thoughts, like why was I put here in the first place, and when will I be going, and does it make any difference, that I’m here, and is there a God, and has He got time to pay any attention to me, what with all the other folks, so many of them, all over the world.

“All of a sudden—it sure happens every time!—there’s a shift: It’s not so dark as it was, you begin to realize. It’s ‘the first light,’ my Mom calls it. You know what she told me: It’s the Lord coming on his visit, his morning call to us, checking on us! I think she’s being the joker she is, but she’s serious too.

“Our dog doesn’t miss that time. No sooner does the light come (into the room) than he’ll (the dog) stand up and come and pay me a visit. He sniffs me, and licks my hand—he’s telling me good morning partner, there’s another one (day) coming around the corner, for both of us to have for ourselves! That’s what I imagine him thinking!

“Sometimes I even will think of him as having more on his mind, like: Partner, it’s alright, you can get used to being like you are, the way I have—we’re all part of the place here, and if you’re giving orders, it shows how much you need people to take hold upon you, and if you’re taking orders, it shows how much you’re needing help for direction, and so there’s no one who isn’t in some kind of need, and that’s the biggest need a person has, to understand that.”

An icon, theological dictionaries tell us, is a flat picture, usually painted in egg tempera on wood, but also wrought in mosaic, ivory and other materials, to represent the Trinity, Christ, the Blessed Virgin Mary or some saint. In circles of piety, the belief is that icons are powerful channels of grace.

The thoughts of this “backwoods” Appalachian boy are such an icon. When Scripture tells us that on the way to Calvary, Jesus turned and looked at Peter and, on the basis of that look, Peter’s heart softened, one wonders what Peter saw in and on that face of Jesus to cause such a reaction.        ·

My own suspicion is that he saw there the same kind of humility, compassion, understanding, and openness for consummation in the God’s kingdom that this young boy’s words, in their own simplicity, so beautifully and clearly, express.

The Prayer Of Charity

God is found in solitude and silence! Few reputable spiritual traditions dispute this. Long­standing in Christian tradition is the dictum that nobody makes progress in the spiritual life unless he or she prays, alone and in silence, for an hour a day.

Moreover, even pop psychology insists that the key to psychic health and mental hygiene is regular withdrawal from the rat-race, a substantial and sustained period of silence every day.

I am not one to argue with that. That an hour of silence every day would do marvels for our spiritual, psychic and even physical health is, I believe, indisputable.

What’s more problematic is finding the time to do it. In spite of good intentions, practically, realistically in fact, most of us cannot (or, at least, certainly do not) find the time to take an hour a day away from everything for solitude and prayer. Pressures beset us from within and without and we simply do not, on a daily basis, pull away for an hour of silence and payer.

Many of us feel uneasy about this and our anxiety is often compounded by feelings of guilt when we are accused, by ourselves or by others, of being workaholics, addicts and persons who cannot find any meaning outside of their work.

What’s to be said about all of this? Is it impossible to make progress spiritually and to stay healthy psychologically without substantial daily periods of silent withdrawal?

One should always be uneasy when he or she does not have, on a daily basis, a regular period of silent prayer and withdrawal. But, as in everything else, we must be careful not to become fundamentalistic about this. The call to find God in silence and withdrawal too can become an idol. Let me try to explain:

Carlo Carretto, one of the leading spiritual writers of our century, tells the story of how, after spending nearly 25 years alone as a hermit in the Sahara Desert, he realized that he was not nearly as contemplative, prayerful and unselfish as had been his mother who, for most of her adult life, had been so busy with the duties of raising her children that she had virtually no time alone for solitude and prayer.

During most of the years of her adult life, her life had been so completely taken up in responding to the needs of others, her family, the church and the community at large, that she rarely had time for an hour of prayer and solitude. Yet, despite her busyness, she consistently grew in prayer and unselfishness.

Carretto draws an interesting conclusion from this. Rather than suggest that there was anything wrong with what he did as a hermit in the desert, he hunches that there was something very right about his mother’s total self-abnegation all those years when her whole life was taken up in responding to the needs of those around her.

That self-giving did for her exactly what countless hours of formal prayer might have done. It helped break her narcissism, displaced her from her own selfishness and consecrated her through a true baptism—immersion into the demands of charity. She prayed by conscription!

When Jesus consecrated Peter, he set him on a rock and, three times, asked him: “Do you love me?” Each time that the question was asked, Peter protested loudly that he did. Finally, after Peter’s third pledge of love, Jesus said to him: Because you said this, your life will radically change. “Up to now you girded your belt and you walked wherever you liked.” Now, because you have given yourself in love, “others will put a belt around you and lead you where you would rather not go!”

All true prayer, formal or ether, does exactly that. It puts a belt around us and takes us where we would rather not go. In the case of Carretto’s mother, as in the case of millions of other dedicated (and hurried, hassled, tired and guilt-ridden) women and men, the demands of life-of children, marriage, vocation, job, church politics, neighborliness, and mortgage payments—when responded to with a gracious heart, do exactly what proper formal prayer and solitude will do—they put a belt around you and walk you where, by your own choice, you would never walk.

They walk you where the deep demands of God and love call you to be.

God is found in silence and solitude… the saints are right in suggesting an hour of silence and prayer every day. Sometimes, though, and perhaps for many of the years of our adult lives, duties of state, circumstance and the only edict that can never be idolatrous—the demand to respond in charity—conscript us to a life of prayer that has very different contours but the same results.

A Lesson Of Fundamentalism

Many of us today look askance at circles of piety, especially fundamentalistic ones.

Most mainline Christians, share a common distrust and disdain for those who, with irritating enthusiasm, proudly, militantly, publicly and of ten times obnoxiously, proclaim: “Jesus Christ is my personal Savior.”

A certain religious (and emotional) apartheid exists today between those who make a private personal relationship to Jesus the sole centre of their religion and those of us who believe that being Christian involves a whole lot more than claiming a private spiritual rebirth (“I have been reborn in Christ”), a private personal relationship to the person of Jesus (“Jesus is my personal Lord and Savior”), and a private morality based rather selectively on Jesus’ demands for prayer and private ethics.

Many of us have certain distrust of those who make a private relationship to Jesus the sole focus of their faith.

Thus, the “born again” athlete who, after doing some marvellous feat to help his team win a championship, says on national television: “First of all, I want to thank Jesus Christ, my personal Savior'” generally garners for himself more disdain than respect for such a remark.

Likewise for the TV evangelist who reduces his entire message to: “Give your life to Jesus.” In mainline circles and especially in theological and social justice ones, there is a massive distrust of that kind of talk.

And that distrust has its roots not, first of all, in fact that sometimes the personal lives of those people belie a deep personal relationship to Jesus, but in the sense that this is not true religion.

To many of us, it smacks of fundamentalism, naive simplicity and bad piety that provides its adherents with an escape hatch from the tougher demands of religion. A privatized spirituality of “Jesus-and-I”, it’s often sarcastically called.

We are, I believe, right in that critique… to a point. There is more to faith, especially Christian faith, than having the subjective assurance that God exists, that Jesus is Lord and that Jesus personally relates to us, loves us and forgives our sins.

There is a real danger that faith can become too privatized, too caught up in itself, a form of narcissism, blind to the true demands of Christ, a form of religious sloth, personal therapy more than true religion.

But, as John Updike says, truth has more nooks and crannies than we normally think. Hence, despite these dangers, there are, I believe, some very deep and important truths lodged in the nooks and crannies of “Jesus-and-I” spirituality.

As one who moves in circles that too often uncritically criticize it, I see now more clearly the deep challenge that this king of piety offers to the rest of us.

In our lives the danger is not that we might have an excessively private relationship with Jesus. No. The danger is rather that we can easily end up not having a private relationship with him at all. Strange as this sounds, it’s often true.

Where circles of piety and fundamentalism stand in danger of unhealthily privatizing Jesus, we stand in danger meeting Jesus only as a cosmic, moral, religious, prophetic and psychological principle… “Make sure you are dogmatically sound!” “Work for the liberation for the poor!” “Run great ecclesial programs!” “Higher consciousness be with you!”      ·

For us, Christ too easily becomes just a deep truth; but little more. In the end, we are not privatized and personal enough. I don’t think it is an exaggeration to say that of ten times in our liturgies—not even to mention in our social, ecclesial, theological, and prophetic actions—our consciousness borders on agnosticism insofar as a real personal relationship to Jesus is concerned.

We are doing things for Christ, that’s true. But too infrequently do we draw real energy from talking to the person, Jesus, in whose name we are supposedly acting.

In her Booker Prize winning work, Possession, Anne S. Byatt, comments that the trend today is to turn “away from individual sympathies (with concrete individual persons) to universal sympathies with Life, Nature, and the Universe.

“It is a kind of romanticism reborn, but interwined with the new analysis and the new optimism not about the individual human soul, but about the eternal harmony of the universe.” (London, 1990, p.250).

I believe that she is right and that not all of this makes for good religion. From our more fundamentalistic brothers and sisters we do have a lesson to learn.

A Heart With Many Rooms

How many Catholics do you know today who are not frustrated or angry about something?

Generally their frustration stems from the fact that they are fiercely committed and loyal to something that they perceive as sacred, critical and non-negotiable… and they feel it is not being properly valued by the powers that be or is being devalued by self-interest groups.

For example, conservatives are frustrated because certain cherished traditions are being by-passed, trampled upon, militantly challenged as backward, or simply benignly ignored.

Liberals, who are often doing the by-passing, challenging and ignoring, are themselves generally frustrated because, to their mind, the real power structure in the church has not substantively changed. Ministry and power are still essentially in the hands of a small group of male celibates (whom they have little say in choosing) who ultimately make the rules.

Then there is still another large group of persons who are interested in neither the conservative nor liberal agendas and are frustrated because they cannot have a tranquil, unpolarized community within which to meet and worship.

What all of us, no matter which group we belong to, must realize is that we are Catholic and that word itself suggests that all these tensions should be there. Catholic means wide, universal, a heart with many rooms. That brings with it the call for wide loyalties, for a commitment to many things.

Catholic community is not fundamentalistic community. Catholicism opposes sectarianism. Sadly, today, there is a creeping tendency towards intellectual fundamentalism, emotional sectarianism and simple intolerance within both liberal and conservative groups alike. This is what non-catholicism really means… not the protest-for-God of the Protestant, but the intolerance of a narrow heart.

What is called for, beyond simple charity and respect, is wide loyalties. A true Catholic is loyal to the following components within community:

1) The Gospel template… Christianity has certain non-negotiable creeds, dogmas, ethical stands, and moral and religious challenges. It has certain normative parts. To be Catholic is to be loyal to these, in season and out of season.

2) The sociology of community which includes a certain authority of office… All communities have certain offices and authority structures. Catholics should not believe that Christ left a specific ecclesial blueprint (which fits present structures) but they should believe that any large community necessitates certain authority structures, legitimately established of course, which must be respected.

3) The role of special charism and gift… Certain people should be listened to because of office; others need to be heard because of charism, namely, because their words and actions, of themselves, manifest a certain spiritual and moral authority.

4) The link to the universal church… To be a Catholic is to be part of a very large community of faith (circa one billion of us on this earth, not counting our ancestors in the faith who are part of the communion of saints with us). At times, individual needs will have to be sacrificed for the sake of larger unity.

5) The needs of the local community… To be Catholic is to be fiercely militant for the needs of one’s own small base community. A body generates life in its cells. This is also true for the church.

6) The unique experience of the “artist”… Every community—aesthetic, political, moral, familial, intellectual—has its “artists,” persons who are, by nature, gifted with an extra sensitivity. These are given to the community as a gift, to generate greater sensitivity and creativity. Their voice may never be ignored.

7) The experience of the ordinary person, especially the experience of the poor… In fact, given our preferential option for the poor, this always needs special attention.

Freud once said that the only body with no tension in it is a dead one. Given the need for wide loyalties, perhaps it is not untrue to say that one can tell how open-minded we are by the degree of pain under which we labor.

Let’s Look At Neo-Paganism

One of the most significant developments in the Western world today is the growth of neo-paganism. The manifestations of this are everywhere—in the arts, in the churches, and within intellectual and social life. Daily its influence grows.

What is it? In a sense it’s a new renaissance, a going back to pre-Christian sources. Just as in the 14th century, after more than 1,000 years of Christianity, many European artists and intellectuals reached back in time to draw inspiration from poets, artists, mythologists and philosophers who lived before the time of Christ, so too today. More and more intellectuals, artists, and even theologians are turning to pre-Christian and non-Christian sources for inspiration, energy and direction.

In the men’s movement, in feminism, in New Age religions, and in activity around Stonehenge, Celtic mythology and North American native religions, as well as in Jungian circles and in graduate schools in anthropology, one sees the attempt to draw energy, inspiration, morality and principles for contact with the divine and with each other from, among other things, pre-Christian myths, fairy tales, Celtic mythology and tribal religion.

Bookstores abound with a new literature on the sacredness of nature, the cycles of the animal body, the moon, the goddess, the eagle, body heat, ritual initiation and ritual scarring, tribal religion, and the wisdom hidden in fairy tales.

A generation ago, books on these topics would have been outrightly suspect or at least banished to the realms of the esoteric. Today they are becoming mainstream and the ideas they contain are becoming ever more influential.

What’s to be said about this neo-paganism? Some people think that it is devil-inspired, anti­Christian and highly dangerous. Others see it as the source for an insight and an energy that Christianity has for too long neglected. Who’s right?

The answer, to my mind, lies somewhere between the extremes. Just as nearly 600 years ago the Renaissance was a mixed blessing for Christianity, so too this neo-paganism. It must be approached judiciously. To embrace it uncritically or to reject it out of hand as anti­Christian are both dangerously naive.

There is much that is good in it. Talk about wisdom contained in mythology, goddess energy, Celtic myths, the moon, tribal religion, sacred birds, body heat and hairy erotic monsters hidden within the human psyche can be pretty scary, but, of themselves, there is nothing within these that necessarily goes against what is Christian.

In a culture and a church which draws energy too one-sidedly from the rational, which is almost completely deaf to ritual and mysticism, and which has, for the last some centuries, too much ignored, broken, and denigrated its relationship to nature and to the body, such talk will surely help bring about a better balance. It will also, as is already evident, be the source of a rich stream of energy and insight.

Conversely, though, there are many dangers in this new (old) thought. Its tenets and the energy it creates must be examined critically by Christians. God does speak through what’s best in mythology, tribal religion and the archetypal configurations of energy within the animal body; but that wisdom is, in the end, dwarfed (though never ruled out) by what is spoken through positive revelation (Hebrews 1:1).

As well, too often the proponents of this new paganism, in the first fervor of rich discovery, degenerate into a brand of fundamentalism that none but the most narrow of Christian fundamentalists ever approximate.

Thus, for example, the Christian fundamentalist contends that AIDS is God’s punishment upon a sexually promiscuous world whereas the neo­pagan fundamentalist (for example, Tom Robbins) contends that AIDS is caused not by sexual licence, “but by fear of sexual license, by the conservative DNA’s inability to adjust to hedonism… and… by guilt over the suppression of the Great Mother and the denial of the sensuality that so frequently underscored her coexistence with the void.”

Neo-paganism also contains within it a number of inherent propensities that perennially spark a set of temptations which must be sharply monitored, namely, temptations to forget that this life is not the only life, to parade sex as soteriology, and try to redress centuries of stress on rationality, order, patriarchy and pedagogy by denying entirely any goodness or value to these at all.

Neo-paganism is a rich, though mixed, blessing. It should be received by a spirit that is both very open and very critical.

Cultivating Loneliness

Few persons in recent centuries have touched the human heart as deeply as has Soren Kierkegaard, the Danish philosopher.

There are many reasons for this, some of which are obvious. He was a man of rare brilliance, with a lot to give others.

One of the reasons that he was able to so deeply and exceptionally touch people’s hearts, however, had less to do with his brilliance than it had to with his suffering, especially his loneliness.

Albert Camus once suggested that it is in solitude and loneliness that we find the threads that bind human community. Kierkegaard understood this and he embraced it to the point that he positively cultivated his own loneliness.

As a young man, he fell deeply in love and, for a time, planned marriage with the woman to whom he was passionately attached. However, at one stage, at great emotional cost to himself and (so history would suggest) at even a greater emotional cost to the woman involved, he broke off the engagement and set himself to live for the rest of his life as a celibate.

His reasoning was simple. He felt that what he had to give to the world came a lot from his own loneliness. He could share deeply because, first of all, he felt deeply. Loneliness gave him depth. Rightly or wrongly, he judged that marriage might in some way deflect or distract him from that depth, painful as it was.

I suspect that there is a part of us that will smile at his reasoning. Marriage is hardly a panacea for loneliness! As well, a part of us will, no doubt, be critical of what seems to be implied in this (even if a Lutheran says so!), namely, that celibacy is somehow superior spiritually to being married.

However, there is a part in us too—that place where our mysticism resides that, I submit, understands exactly what’s at stake here. What Kierkegaard understood, not perfectly of course since this always remains partly inchoate for everyone, is the connection between loneliness and mysticism, longing and community.

What is meant by this? How do we connect to each other in and through our loneliness and longing? What does it mean that we are in mystical connection with each other?

Thomas Aquinas once suggested that there are two ways of being in union with something or with somebody: through actual possession or through desire. What is implied by the former of these notions is fairly clear. The latter needs explication: How are we in union with each other in and through desire?

In his prize winning novel, The Famished Road, Ben Okri describes a Nigerian mother chiding her overly restless son for haunting her dreams: “Stay out of my dreams! That’s not your place! I’m married to your father!”

That’s a most curious rebuke—scolding someone for being in your dreams!

But the mystic within us understands this. In our restlessness and loneliness, just as in our prayers and blessings for each other, we haunt each others’ dreams and each others’ hearts in ways that are just as real as in any physical touch. By entering deeply into our own loneliness, we deeply enter each others’ dreams.

Kierkegaard understood this and worried that if his marriage interfered with his loneliness it would interfere with his power to enter our dreams.

Partly this is mystical and is better accessed through feeling than through thought. Partly, though, this can be given expression: Our loneliness is a privileged medium through which to enter our own hearts. Listening to our own loneliness puts us in touch with ourselves.

When we come to grips with our longing we learn, as Henri Nouwen puts it, that nothing is foreign to us—grandiosity, greatness, greed, generosity, emptiness, fullness, the capacity to kill, the capacity to die unselfishly for another—all lies within the complexity of our inconsummate hearts. In our loneliness and longing we are introduced to ourselves.

In them, we are also introduced to each other. In letting our loneliness haunt us, we begin, in the best sense of that phrase, to haunt each others’ dreams. In loneliness and longing, empathy is born. When nothing is foreign to us nobody will be foreign to us—and our words will begin to heal others.

“What is a poet?” Kierkegaard once asked. His answer: “A poet is an unhappy person who conceals deep torments in his or her heart, but whose lips are so formed that when a groan or shriek streams over them it sounds like beautiful music.”

AIDS In The Body Of Christ

Mysticism is perhaps the thing we least understand within all of religion. We are mystically tone-deaf. We no longer believe much in anything that we cannot rationally explain.

Robert Bellah tells the story of how one of his researchers, while talking to an expert at the Environmental Protection Agency on the trade-offs that must be made between economic development and environmental protection, said: “Some people believe that human life is priceless.”

The scientific expert replies (in all seriousness): “We have no data on that.”

Most of us who smile or are horrified by that statement are, in fact, just as insensitive and as empirically shackled when it comes to our belief in what constitutes the body of Christ and how this communion of saints works. We believe in what we have rational, left-brained, data on.

However, how, in Christ, we constitute one body and how this body works is not something we have data on (in the contemporary sense of that expression). Hence so much of what is precious and important in the spirituality of the body of Christ is getting lost.

There is serious spiritual danger in this.

Stripped of its mysticism, the body of Christ is also robbed of its power and stands in danger of contacting AIDS.

AIDS in the body of Christ? What is meant by such a curious expression?

Part of our Christian faith, as canonized in our creed, is the belief that our unity and community with each other in Christ is so real, so deep, so physical, and so mutually interdependent that we constitute not an aggregate or a corporation but an organism, a living body. And, just as in any physical body there are visible assets that can be observed with the naked eye and other, more invisible, aspects that go on under the surface and escape simple observation, so too within the body of Christ.

Most of what is happening vis-a-vis health or disease within the body, is, long before it shows up externally, not observable to the unaided eye. Enzymes, bacteria, viruses, and antibodies do their work for health or disease invisibly. By the time we see external symptoms, they have al­ ready been working for a long time.

This is also true within the body.

Thus, Christ taught, and the saints believed, that the most private spiritual and moral battles in one’s heart had an effect for good or for bad on the whole body of Christ—and, indeed, on all of humanity. They believed too that private prayer and praying for others made a profound difference—beyond what “we have data on!”

Therese of Lisieux, for example, based her entire spirituality on this—and her life and death, eventually, gave us “data” that validated her belief in this.

As a lively 15 year-old, she fasted and prayed that a condemned criminal might become a Christian before being executed. He did. As a dying 24 year-old, she offered her sufferings so that others might be healed and boldly stated that, upon her death, she would deliver a shower of roses upon this earth. Everything that has happened around her name and to the little city of Lisieux ever since provides considerable data that she did deliver as promised.

This idea can be, and has been at times, badly understood. At its worst, it was understood as a kind of Divine Credit Union into which the good paid and the bad withdrew­—the saintly mother (or the Crucified Christ) paid in, the wayward child took out! Some of these divine savings bonds could even be sold as indulgences.

But that is not our major danger today. An age which is besotted by the empirical and which de­emphasizes private morality, tends to forget that any healthy body needs a strong immunal system, healthy antibodies. Otherwise it becomes HIV positive.

What are the antibodies that create the immunal system within the body of Christ? If we can believe those who have been physicians within the body of Christ, we create antibodies when we, silently, suffer for each other, pray for each other, live out lives of quiet martyrdom, and when we emerge victorious in our little battles with the petty within our lives.

The small sins—the grudge, the masturbation, the little lie, the petty jealousy—do make huge difference after all. Mystics have secrets worth knowing!

When Love Goes Inarticulate

There is a fine little poem by a young Chinese America n poet from Chicago, Lee Yung Lee, which talks about the relationship of a father to his son.

Entitled A Story it runs something like this:

Sad is the ma n who is asked for a story

and can’t come up with

one.

His five year-old son waits in his lap: “Not the same story baba!

Not the same one, a new one!”

The man rubs his chin and scratches his ear.

In a room full of books

In a world full of stories he can recall not one.

And soon he thinks

This boy will give up on his father.

And already the man lives far ahead

he sees the day the boy will go away. “Don’t go,” he says, “hear the alligator

story again.

Hear the angel story one more time. You love the spider story!

You laugh at that spider. Let me tell it!”

But the boy is already packing his shirts he is looking for his keys.

“Are you a god,” the man screams, “that I am mute before you?

Am I a god, that I should never disappoint

you?”

But truly the boy is still here. “Please, baba, a story!”

It is an emotional rather than a logical question.

It is an earthly, not a heavenly one.

And it posits

that a boy’s supplications and a father’s love

add up to silence.

Lee’s poem is about the inadequacy and inarticulateness of a father before his son. The poem reads just as well however when one substitutes mother-daughter, mother-son, father-daughter, or even wife-husband, husband-wife, or friend­friend for father-son.

One person’s supplication, be they child or adult; and another’s love too often add up to silence and disappointment. We are all, in the end, inarticulate in love and we all, ultimately, cannot not disappoint each other.

It is valuable to reflect on this occasionally, especially in relationship to those with whom we are most deeply bound. I think of so many situations where our supplications add up to silence.

Almost daily we find ourselves sitting across from our spouse, family, children, relatives, neighbors or friends in a situation which calls for a new story and we can “recall not one.” There is supplication in everyone’s eyes and in the very situation itself… “a new story, baba, not the old one!” But the supplications and our best intentions add up to silence.

We are mute before each other or we tell the alligator story again… we talk football scores, shopping, neighbor gossip, fashion, the weather, the latest TV show, but what’s important is not spoken.

And so our children sit on our laps as infants and toddlers, and then come home to visit on vacation and weekends, and we visit a family member or a friend in the hospital, and husbands and wives sit across from each other at a table, and parents agonize as they lose a closeness to their children as those children wrestle with the restlessness of puberty, and families gather for birthdays, anniversaries, and other celebrations and, too often, we feel like saying: “Are you a god that I should be mute before you… Am I a god, that I should never disappoint you!”

There is no shortage, ever, of supplication. Mostly though we can only repeat a few time­worn stories. “Let’s talk about sports! Have you heard this joke?”

Suddenly everyone’s packing to leave and we say: “Don’t go! Hear the alligator story again!” But truly they are still here and saying only: “Please, baba, a story!”

Iris Murdoch begins perhaps her greatest novel, The Black Prince, with a foreword that contains the words: “I have known, for long periods, the torture of a life without self-expression.” Nowhere is this torture more felt than in relationship with those dearest to us.

Anger Can Be Self-Serving

Several years ago, just as I was stepping away from the podium after giving a talk on social justice, I was challenged by a man and a woman, both very active in social justice, who were upset that I had down-played the role of anger in my talk .

“Anger is necessary if anything is ever to get done in the area of justice,” the man said. “People confuse love with ‘being nice’ and are afraid that if they ‘aren’t nice’ they won’t be seen as loving persons. But anger is a great fuel! When people get angry, things finally get done!”

He’s right about several things: “Being nice” isn’t always the same thing as being loving and “anger is a great fuel.”

But is anger the right fuel? Do actions that are fuelled by it really, in the long run, help bring about peace and justice? Or, does it, itself, add yet more hatred and inhospitality to a world which already has too much of these?

This question is not easy to answer since anger can be healthy or unhealthy… A healthy anger has its root in a genuine love for those whom it challenges. Like Christ’s anger, it challenges only because it, first of all, deeply loves those at whom it is angry and wants their happiness above its own.

An unhealthy anger is rooted in neurosis, personal frustration, jealousy and ideology. Its object is more spite and destruction than construction. Because of this, in the end, it is invariably self-serving, hateful, and disrespectful of those it claims to want to save and it is not useful, long range, for peace-making and justice.

Why?

Soren Kierkegaard once said that “to be a saint is to will the one thing,” but he didn’t speak about our motivation for willing that one thing.

Iris Murdoch supplements Kierkegaard when she suggests something to the effect that to be a saint is to be warmed by gratitude, nothing more and nothing less. Her’s is an important qualification since, as T.S. Eliot says, it is a treason “to do the right thing for the wrong reason.”

This is true, even as regards working for peace and justice. We can do the right thing for the wrong reason… and then the right thing will not have the right result.

Gustavo Gutierrez, the father of liberation theology, and a man who is not likely to want to give an easy escape clause to those who are indifferent to the demands of justice, once, in a speech to a North American audience, said something to this effect (I paraphrase): If you are living in the First World and you watch your television sets and you see the poverty and injustice of the Third World and you fill with anger and indignation, and you want to come and help us, then stay at home.

Likewise, if you, in the First World, see our poverty on television and you fill with guilt about how much you have and how little we have, and you want, as a result, to come and help us… then stay at home. The Third World has many problems without importing First World neuroses and unhappiness.

We want only one kind of person to come and live with us in the Third World. If you are a person who can look at yourself and feel grateful for what God has done for you, then come and live with us. You can help us and we can help you.

Gutierrez, like T.S.Eliot, understands that there can be a certain treason in doing the right thing for the wrong reason, that angry actions for justice and peace can be authentic but they can also be simple psychological “acting out.” Not all anger is useful to help bring about the kingdom.

Hence, just as “being nice” may never be simplistically identified with loving, conversely, righteous indignation and prophetic hatred may not always be simplistically seen as contributing to the progress of justice.

In her letters from the Nazi concentration camp at Westerbork, Etty Hillesum, herself soon to die in Auschwitz, wrote: “The absence of hatred in no way implies the absence of moral indignation. I know that those who hate have good reason to do so. But why should we always have to choose the cheapest and easiest way?

“It has been brought home forcibly to me here how every atom of hatred added to the world makes it an even more inhospitable place. I believe, childishly perhaps but stubbornly, that the earth will become more hospitable again only through the love that the Jew Paul described to the citizens of Corinth in the 13th chapter of his first letter.” (Letters from Westerbork, p. 36)