Morning by Morning

"The Lord GOD has given me the tongue of those who are taught, that I may know how to sustain with a word him who is weary. Morning by morning he awakens; he awakens my ear to hear as those who are taught. The Lord GOD has opened my ear, and I was not rebellious; I turned not backward." Isaiah 50:4-5

Thursday, March 8, 2012

The Invisible Stigmata





Many Christians bear the invisible stigmata, for after all suffering is a part of Christian life; but that is only our share in the suffering of all humankind.  The great difference is that the suffering of the Christian can be redemptive.  Our sufferings come from many sources, not the least from ourselves.  I grieve that I cause pain to others, and thus to myself.  That suffering from time to time affects every area of our lives, even our marriages.  Indeed in every marriage there will be the pain of parting at the end.

Christian lovers, who have considered within themselves the nature of Love, will have known from the beginning that there is another side to the early delight.  To them it is a place of purgation as well as joy; it is in truth a little universe of place and time, of earth, of purgatory, of heaven or hell.  The companion in this experience is to him or to her the instrument of fire which shall burn away his corrupt part. . .

Love is Holiness and Divine Indignation; the placidity of an ordinary married life is the veil of a spiritual passage into profound things.  Nor is this all; the lover knows himself also to be the cross upon which the Beloved is to be stretched, and so she also of her lover.[i]

Paul advocates, “Husbands, love your wives, as Christ loved the church and gave himself up for her.”[ii]  It is sometimes necessary to die to ourselves even as Christ died to himself.  That dying is not academic, but personal and painful.  There is suffering within marriage.  It would be some sort of solace if we could delude ourselves into thinking that we were not at least partially responsible for the pain that we are experiencing.  Sometimes we are largely responsible, at other times we are not; but it really doesn’t matter who is to blame.  The blame game has no place in our surrender to being stretched on the cross of our beloved.

It is natural to desire to avoid the pain; but it is necessary to tread the way of acceptance rather than to kick against the goads.  Sometimes the inner being throws up a froth of anger, resentment, and self-pity, stemming from a sense of helplessness.  Giving vent to these things only rubs the wounds raw.  The problem in part is our desire to control the outcome and reduce our pain, but what if that is not possible?  Then what does one do?  Make your surrender to God in the real situation in which you find yourself. Live in the real, the now, and forsake the past.  You cannot yet live in the future; do not borrow its imagined woes. Resist the temptation to fix what is not yours to fix.  Pray and pray again.  Use the tools of your faith.  Read Scripture, learn, and inwardly digest.  Turn your reading into prayer.  Listen, and be responsive.  Fear not, but trust in the One who redeems all things.


[i] Charles Williams, Outlines of Romantic Theology, ed. Alice Mary Hatfield, (Berkeley, CA: The Apocryphile Press,  2005), p. 23. 
[ii] Ephesians 5:25  

Thursday, March 1, 2012

Oh, Stop that Grovelling!



GOD:  Arthur!  Arthur, King of the Britons!  Oh, don't grovel!
    [singing stops]
    One thing I can't stand, it's people groveling.
ARTHUR:  Sorry.
    [boom]
GOD:  And don't apologize.  Every time I try to talk to someone it's 'sorry
    this' and 'forgive me that' and 'I'm not worthy'.
    [boom]
    What are you doing now?!
ARTHUR:  I'm averting my eyes, O Lord.
GOD:  Well, don't.  It's like those miserable Psalms-- they're so depressing.
    Now knock it off![i]

Admittedly Joshua and the Children of Israel had a serious problem.  God had worked a tremendous miracle with them in the destruction of Jericho, and he had given them some clear directions.  Among other things he said in effect, “All the stuff in the city is mine.  It is devoted to me.  Don’t touch the holy stuff.”  One of the children of Israel stole a beautiful cloak, some silver and a bar of goal.  He looked at the holy stuff and made the mistake of saying “Mine!”  The result is that God does not go out to battle the next time with the Israelites; they lose the battle and about thirty-six of them die.  That’s a serious problem.  Now comes what to me is the interesting part.

6 Then Joshua tore his clothes and fell to the earth on his face before the ark of the LORD until the evening, he and the elders of Israel. And they put dust on their heads.  7 And Joshua said, "Alas, O Lord GOD, why have you brought this people over the Jordan at all, to give us into the hands of the Amorites, to destroy us? Would that we had been content to dwell beyond the Jordan!  8 O Lord, what can I say, when Israel has turned their backs before their enemies!  9 For the Canaanites and all the inhabitants of the land will hear of it and will surround us and cut off our name from the earth. And what will you do for your great name?"[ii]

We should have a great deal of empathy with Joshua because when a disaster happens that tends to be our response as well.    We throw ourselves on the ground and throw dust on our heads, and cry, “Alas, O Lord God, why?”  If Joshua stopped there it wouldn’t have been so bad, but he goes on with a bit of self-pitying wailing and moaning, all mixed with a lot of projection about how bad all this is going to turn out.   What is God’s response?  “Oh, stop that grovelling?”

“The Lord said to Joshua, ‘Get up! Why have you fallen on your face?”[iii]

I can almost feel God’s exasperation with us at points like this.  Yes, this or that situation might be serious, but grovelling and over exaggerating really won’t help.  What God calls for in the rest of Joshua’s story is a fresh consecration of Joshua and his people, and some God-directed steps to rectify the situation.


[i] Monty Python and the Holy Grail - (c) 1974 - Python (Monty) Pictures, Ltd., Scene 7
[ii] Joshua 7:6-9  
[iii] Joshua 7:10

Tuesday, February 21, 2012

The Western Dessert Fathers


The Western Dessert Fathers

I noticed, with some amusement, a mistake in an earlier article.  Apparently I quoted the Western “Dessert” Fathers, Instead of the Western “Desert” Fathers, saying, “If you have a snake or a scorpion, put it in a box and put the lid on it, and sooner or later it will die.”    

I take it that the Western Dessert Fathers wore powder blue leisure suits and lived primarily on cheesecake and mimosas; while the Western Desert Fathers wore coarse garments, spent their time praying and fasting, and also recorded a few of their pithy sayings.

Everybody makes mistakes and even Spellcheck can’t catch them all.  Mothers and fathers make mistakes, old and young make mistakes, smart people and not-so-smart people make mistakes.  Lay people make mistakes.  Bishops, priests, and deacons make mistakes.  Pharisees and Sadducees make mistakes.  Making mistakes is a normal part of life.

Did I say, “Pharisees” make mistakes?  Here we have a problem.  Pharisees don’t accept a fact that is obvious to everybody around them, that is that even Pharisees make mistakes.  They also don’t accept that others are allowed to make mistakes.  The result is that they spend an inordinate amount of time correcting other people’s mistakes.  They live for the adrenalin rush that comes when they can point out the mistakes of everybody around them.

I once had a prominent and very devout church member who felt that it was his spiritual right, every Monday, to present the Office Staff with a list of their mistakes in the Sunday bulletin.  Those who knew him knew that he had a few glaring flaws of his own, notably a lack of love and common courtesy, and a serious problem with shaming and blaming.  His attitude was like painting a “correct” smile on the Mona Lisa; it spoiled his reflection of the image of Christ.

The problem we face is that while some are blatant Pharisees, there is a little streak of the Pharisee in the best of us.  It is so very easy to cloak our own anxieties and feelings of inadequacy by critiquing others. 

Two things will help.  The first is the simple acknowledgement that everybody makes mistakes.  Second, we need to lighten up and develop a sense of humour.  Who knows?  There may actually be some Western Dessert Fathers who wear blue leisure suits, and live entirely on cheesecake and mimosas.

Friday, February 17, 2012

In Praise of Honour


In Praise of Honour                                      Richard Lovelace, 1618–1658

















To Lucasta, Going To The Wars

Tell me not, Sweet, I am unkind,
That from the nunnery
Of thy chaste breasts, and quiet mind,
To war and arms I fly.

True, a new mistress now I chase,
The first foe in the field;
And with a stronger faith embrace
A sword, a horse, a shield.

Yet this inconstancy is such,
As you too shall adore;
I could not love thee, Dear, so much,
Loved I not honour more.

Sir Richard Lovelace, the Cavalier Poet and his mistress, understood the place of honour as the guiding principle of their lives.  By the time C. S. Lewis writes he observes that honour is not the highest virtue, and indeed it is not; but in our age honour has almost completely disappeared from our contemporary list of values.  More’s the pity!  Honour in itself still remains a virtue even if it must be a vassal to love and truth.

Today when chivalry is an antique virtue only useful for advertising an expensive brand of Scotch Whiskey, honour and chivalry have vanished from modern consciousness only to emerge in a banal parody in recreated medieval Renaissance games where appallingly costumed youth and would be youth whale away at each other with wooden swords and shields.  One good stroke of the sharp steel of an ancient claymore would sweep away such ephemeral wisps of pseudo-honour and cleanse the landscape.

Honour must never pass away.  Honour at its heart means doing the right thing, doing it the right way, and doing it for the sake of love and truth. Honour is closely aligned with mishpat, Old Testament justice.  C. S. Lewis tells us that “justice . . . is the old name for ‘fairness’; it includes honesty, give and take, truthfulness, keeping promises, and all that side of life” (Mere Christianity, Chapter 12).  Honour and integrity go hand in hand.  “I will live with integrity” (Psalm 26:11 BCP), and I will live honourably are parallel concepts.  And it should be noted that neither honour nor integrity can exist where mutual respect is denied.

When we still valued honour our word was our bond and we sealed a business deal with a hand shake.  But the truth is that honour is held dishonourably when it is contaminated with worldly and self-serving pride.  The risk of living honourably in a dishonourable world has been faced before.  To live honourably in a world where honour is considered negotiable is to lay your hand to the wood as One did so very long ago; yet the Christian is called to recover honour and embrace that high and holy chivalry regardless of the risk.      


Friday, February 3, 2012

Stone By Stone




            The children of Israel had watched the plagues fall upon the Egyptians.  They had witnessed the parting and closing of the Red Sea.  They had seen the fire of the presence of God descend upon the holy mountain, eaten of the manna and drank water from the rock in the desert.  Following the guidance of God they sent a band of spies into Canaan in preparation for its conquest, but here they met a giant they were unable to conquer.  The spies came back saying, "There we saw the giants . . . and we were like grasshoppers in our own sight, and so we were in their sight."  True there were giants in the Land of Canaan, but the true giant they were unable to conquer was fear.

            Forty years later when they finally entered the land of Canaan the giant of fear no longer overwhelmed them but they still had to conquer the physical giants.  They took the giants on, the way we must always fight giants, one at a time.  David's encounter with Goliath illustrates both the simplicity and faith that is required for battling giants:

Then he took his staff in his hand,
and chose five smooth stones from the brook,
and put them in his shepherd's bag or wallet;
his sling was in his hand,
and he drew near to the Philistine.  - 1 Sam.17:40

            It took only one stone to fell the giant.  The negative power of giants is in part an illusion fed by fear.  Tackling giants one at a time, by faith, stone by stone, is all that God requires of us.  If the task of building a congregation seems like fighting an army of giants just follow the example of David.  Don't take on the whole burden by yourself.  Share the task with others.  Pick up five smooth stones, fit one in your sling, say a prayer, and fire it!  Renewing a church is accomplished by each person taking one stone, or at most five smooth stones, and marching out with faith to risk what we can.  In that mood most of the churches in the land have been build by people of faith, one stone at a time. 


Thursday, December 29, 2011

Tertullian on the Beauty of Christian Marriage


The Beauty of Christian Marriage


How beautiful, then, the marriage of two Christians,
two who are one in hope, one in desire,
one in the way of life they follow, 
one in the religion they practice.

They are as brother and sister, 
both servants of the same Master.
Nothing divides them, either in flesh or in Spirit.
They are in very truth, two in one flesh;
and where there is but one flesh 
there is also but one spirit.

They pray together, 
they worship together, 
they fast together;
instructing one another, 
encouraging one another,
strengthening one another.

Side by side they face difficulties and persecution,
share their consolations.
They have no secrets from one another,
they never shun each other's company;
they never bring sorrow to each other's hearts…
Psalms and hymns they sing to one another.

Hearing and seeing this, Christ rejoices.
To such as these He gives His peace.
Where there are two together, 
there also He is present,
and where He is, there evil is not.

From a letter by Tertullian, an Early Church Father, to his wife, ca. 202 AD


Saturday, December 24, 2011

BELLS RINGING



 




Bells ringing!                                 
Bells singing!                                 

In simple joy,                                
Love's own alloy,            
God's babe is born                      
this happy morn.            

Bells ringing!                                 
Bells singing!                                 

The infant's tear              
Cries God is here.            
He’s come at last,                                     
Now life will last.             

Bells ringing!                                 
                                    Bells singing!