Monday, June 28, 2010

passing judgment


A brother in Scetis committed a fault. A council was called to which abba Moses was invited, but he refused to go to it. Then the priest sent someone to him, saying, "Come, for everyone is waiting for you." So he got up and went.

He took a leaking jug and filled it with water and carried it with him. The others came out to meet him and said, "What is this, father?" The old man said to them, "My sins run out behind me, and I do not see them, and today I am coming to judge the errors of another."


When they heard that, they said no more to the brother, but forgave him.


From Daily Readings with the Desert Fathers. Edited by Benedicta Ward SLG. Templegate Publishers: Springfield, IL.


This story feels like a sister story to the story of Jesus being confronted by the religious leaders and a crowd who are about to stone a woman caught in the act of adultery. Jesus disarms and dismantles the deadly tension and vicious judgment of the moment by simply saying "Let the one who is without sin be the first to cast a stone at her."

An enduring axiom of the Christian faith is this: "We are all sinners in the sight of God." We've grown less comfortable with such a statement in our current era where we are much more inclined toward statements of self-affirmation and self-confidence. To identify oneself as a sinner feels rather self-deflating and self-defeating. Many in the church would rather speak of our inherent goodness and blessedness in God, and many outside of the church would say that one of the great problems with Christianity is that it has held human nature in such low esteem.

As with so many things, the truth is likely found somewhere in the tension-filled middle: we are both "sinners" and "saints," we are both broken and blessed. We are each capable of causing great wounds in ourselves and others, and we have all been guilty on some level of seeking to satisfy our own "personal programs for happiness" (to borrow a choice phrase from Father Thomas Keating) and shoring up our false selves and personal idolatries.

We are also capable of astounding creativity and blessing the world with our love and compassion. There are gifts that we are each given by the Spirit that, if freely shared, serve to reveal the truth of who we are individually and collectively as children of God.

Judgment diminishes the truth in ourselves and in our neighbor. We do it so easily, and sometimes it is quite literally "passing judgment" as we do it in fleeting moments while we pass one another on the street or bring someone to our minds eye along with feelings of jealousy, anger, fear or resentment that we may have surrounding that relationship.

Forgiveness becomes a transforming possibility when we are freed of our judgment, and remember another axiom of the Christian faith: "We are all beloved in the sight of God."








Tuesday, June 22, 2010

know-it-all

Abba Amoun (of the place called Raythu) came to abba Sisois saying: 'When I read Scripture, I long to prepare elaborate comments, so that I will be ready to answer questions about it if I am asked.' The old man said, 'There is no need. It is better to speak the word simply, with a good conscience and a pure mind.'

From Daily Readings with the Desert Fathers. Edited by Benedicta Ward SLG. Templegate Publishers: Springfield, IL.


The desire to have right answers at the ready, the desire to be relevant and responsive to a given situation, the desire to be seen as in-the-know -- these are very common human desires. So, we might be sympathetic of Amoun in this confessional and transparent moment when he acknowledges a longing that may be driven more by self-centeredness or self-protectiveness than faithfulness.

He makes me think of those moments that often arise in the course of weekly sermon preparation when I find myself struggling for just the right words to illustrate a point, or when I feel like I need to do just a bit more research on a thought in order to "back it up." Sometimes it can be important to find a good word and sometimes a bit more research is exactly what is needed, yet, oftentimes these desires are arising more from ego-consciousness, my need to prove myself or shore myself up in the eyes of others.

Abba Sisois responds with gentle and wise counsel: speak simply, with a good conscience and a pure mind. I wonder if this may mean, at least in part, speak truthfully and simply from your understanding and insight rather than trying to speak what you think you should say or what you suppose others would like you to say.

Speak from the heart of your true self. Trust that God has given you (and each person whose path you cross) truth to speak with your life. Your speech may be with words, and it also may come through your actions, or through simply being present to another in their time of need.

You and I need not have all the answers, and we don't need to prepare well-defended answers just in case someone asks us the questions we may most fear. God simply asks that we speak the truths and understandings we have come to know in love, and then live with curiosity, listening for the truth spoken through others and through the world.

Wednesday, June 16, 2010

want to be blissed-out?

This entry will begin a series of entries reflecting on the tales of the fourth century Desert Mothers and Fathers. These women and men went to the deserts of Egypt, Syria and Palestine to practice their Christian faith during the time when Christianity was becoming the faith of the Roman Empire. To put it differently, Christianity was becoming Christendom. These desert dwellers seemed to move in a different direction as they prayed, worked, and taught those who came out to seek their wisdom and insight. Their stories continue to challenge and inspire others who seek to life lives faithful to the Way of Christ today.


It was said of abba John the Dwarf that one day he said to his elder brother, 'I should like to be free of all care, like the angels who do not work, but ceaselessly offer worship to God.' So he took leave of his brother and went away into the desert.

After a week he came back to his brother. When he knocked on the door he heard his brother say, 'Who are you?' before he opened it. He said, 'I am John, your brother.' But he replied, 'John has become an angel and henceforth is no longer among men.' Then John besought him, saying, 'It is I.'

However, his brother did not let him in but left him there in distress until morning. Then, opening the door, he said to him, 'You are a man and you must once again work in order to eat.' Then John made a prostration before him, saying, 'Forgive me.'

(This story is from Daily Readings with the Desert Fathers, edited by Benedicta Ward SLG, Springfield: Templegate Publishers, 1988.)



I remember my first visit to a monastery. I expected serene, quiet, still, praying monks. They were there, yes, but in some moments these same brothers were also boisterous, hard-laboring, playing, moody monks. They reminded me very much of congregations I have been a part of, and they reminded me sometimes of my family. Their life together involves deep prayer and doses of stillness, silence and solitude, but it also includes hard work - sometimes tedious and monotonous work - and the day-to-day, mundane decision making that easily fills the waking hours of our lives.

None of the great spiritual paths in this world promise a blissed-out release from the quotidian labors of life. If you meet a teacher, a pastor or priest who promises you such an angelic escape, it might be best to run the other way!

The Way of Jesus, like other great spiritual paths in this world, calls us into a deeper, more wakeful engagement with ourselves, our fellow human beings, and the work we are each given to do. When Jesus invited those first disciples to follow him he asked them to "fish for men," which they soon found out meant touching lepers, comforting the grieving, eating at tax collector's tables, and getting into some rather sticky situations with the religious and political powers of that day. They had to
work at being disciples.

Even when the disciples got an affirming glimpse of the deep, eternal and expansive sea of love that Jesus embodied - such as in that moment of transfiguration on the mountaintop - Jesus asked them to take that love right back into the messy demands of life.

We are not angels. Thank God we are human beings! Bless you in your labors, your loves and your journey this day.


Wednesday, June 2, 2010

a kingdom of little things



the text from our morning prayer & meditation today:

He put before them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like a mustard seed that someone took and sowed in his field; it is the smallest of all the seeds, but when it has grown it is the greatest of shrubs and becomes a tree, so that the birds of the air come and make nests in its branches."

He told them another parable: "The kingdom of heaven is like yeast that a woman took and mixed in with three measures of flour until all of it was leavened."

MATTHEW 13:31-33


These images, the mustard seed and the yeast, are little things, perhaps the sort of things that are easily overlooked and seemingly inconsequential. I think prayer can be like that in the midst of our busy and burdened lives. Time apart, time in silent listening and time in attentive conversation with God can seem like time wasted when there are important tasks to be done and much that weighs on our minds.

Prayer is like the tiniest of seeds that germinates beyond the scope of our gaze; it is like the miniscule grains of living, leavening yeast that slowly permeate the dough with the stirring of a spoon and kneading of hands. Prayer is not about immediate response or instant gratification. Prayer knows nothing of our desire for efficiency or efficaciousness. It is whatever we do attentively and intentionally to open ourselves more completely to the seeds of the kingdom of heaven (which, I suspect, is far closer than we might imagine!).



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