Quote for the Day

We are personally convinced that a ‘Christian non-dualism’, to borrow Vladimir Lossky’s expression… is not to be dismissed on the basis of the Faith,… nowhere does Scripture make the slightest allusion to anything of this kind, at least explicitly, but is this sufficient reason to discard it? Scripture does not say everything and, moreover, does not need to. It teaches us only what is necessary for our salvation.

— A Monk of the West, Christianity and the
Doctrine of Non-Dualism
(Hillsdale, NY:
Sophia Perennis, 2004), p. 129

Two Monks

Last week I had two brief conversations with two different monks. One told me that, based on his years of contemplation, the entire point of the Christian life is communion with the Holy Trinity, God as three persons. The other monk told me his experience of God was impersonalist.

On the surface, it is so tempting to try to dissect or deconstruct what both of these guys are up to. Whose experience is more valid, more authentic, more nuanced, better interpreted, more orthodox, more (dare I say it) real?

Thankfully, that is only a surface desire, largely borne out of my writerly desire to understand (which is directly plugged in to my prideful desire to manage my own experience). I’m not saying we should just blow off attempts to understand where people are coming from when they share insights into their experiences of prayer or contemplation. But insight needs to arise out of a gentle desire to grow in grace, not some sort of ego-driven compulsion to control.

Several times every day, these two monks gather in the same choir and join their voices in sung prayer and praise. I assume that many times they have sat together in a shared silence. While one is communing with the loving persons of the Trinity, the other experiences an impersonal or perhaps transpersonal presence of the Divine. And yet, they sit together. They praise together. They live together. Neither one of them seems too worked up that the other’s experience (or, perhaps better said, the other’s interpretation of his experience) is so different. I suppose this is possible because each understands that the spiritual life is really about God, not about themselves or the beauty or truth or goodness of their experience.

They live an experiential faith. And they hold their experience lightly.

Quote for the Day

Speak only when your words are an improvement on silence.

— Quaker proverb

The Thread of Love

So today is Holy Saturday, when the liturgical churches commemorate Christ’s descent into hell following his death on Good Friday. His underworld journey culminates in the bursting forth of the resurrection that we will commemorate tomorrow.

Yesterday I wrote, “When Christ died and journeyed through hell, it was as if he were threading the thread of Divine Love through the needle of the death experience.” In his “absence” from his disciples, he was performing a mighty act of salvation with cosmic implications.

How can we integrate this mythic truth into our lives today? The Christ story leads to his ascension into heaven and a promise of his eventual return. If the crucifixion led to a cosmic descent (with the Easter return), then this era we live in now — the time between the cosmic ascent and the eschatological return — is analogous to Holy Saturday; the entire era of the Christian community (basically, from now until the end of the world) is a sort of epochal “Holy Saturday” when we might struggle with experience of the absence of God (as articulated so profoundly by mystics like Pseudo-Dionysius and John of the Cross), but we can rest secure that, somehow, this experience of absence is cosmically linked with the threading of Divine Love throughout not only the hellish underworld, but indeed the entire universe.

The mystery of the Christian faith can be summarized in three short sentences:

Christ has died.
Christ is risen.
Christ will come again.

Holy Saturday is the link between the first two sentences, and so the Holy Epoch in which we live today is the link between the last two.

Playful Mysticism

G. K. Chesterton said “Angels fly because they take themselves lightly,” and Jesus warns his followers, “I tell you, whoever doesn’t receive the Kingdom of God like a little child, he will in no way enter into it.” I don’t know about you, but when I think of “like a little child,” what immediately springs to mind is not only faithful trust, but also a spontaneous playfulness and love for all things fun, joyful and silly (the English word “silly” actually comes from a Germanic word that also meant “blessed”). I know we’re not accustomed to think this way, but I think Christians need to be exploring the playful dimension of mystical spirituality.

Here on Good Friday, it’s easy to get caught up in the horrors and terrors of a faith that centers on sacrificial love — sacrificial to the point of death. But I think we need to remember that ours is not a funereal religion. We commemorate Christ’s death not because of its horror (and yes, it is a horror) but because, paradoxically, it offers hope. How? When Christ died and journeyed through hell, it was as if he were threading the thread of Divine Love through the needle of the death experience. Once that love radiates through death, it cannot destroy us, even if it marks the finality of our earthly existence. If death is no longer something to fear, then ours is a faith of joy and delight.

And if ours is a faith of joy and delight, than even on this Good Friday, let us be people of joy, of play, of fun.

I’m not sure how to unpack this idea in the light of Christian mysticism — but I’m working on it. And wherever the Spirit leads me, I think you can trust that it will show up both on this blog and in the book I’m writing.

But until then… may the reverence of this solemn day dance not by itself, but partnered with an inextinguishable gladness in your heart.

Fourth and Walnut

The day before yesterday – March 18 – was the fiftieth anniversary of the epiphany Thomas Merton experienced at the corner of Fourth and Walnut street in Louisville, Kentucky. Merton immortalized that experience in his book Conjectures of a Guilty Bystander (and which I quote at length on my Thomas Merton page). Conjectures was published in 1966, eight years after the epiphany took place; here is what Merton initially wrote about it, in his journal on March 19, 1958:

Yesterday, in Louisville, at the corner of 4th and Walnut, suddenly realized that I loved all the people and that none of them were, or, could be totally alien to me. As if waking from a dream — the dream of my separateness, of the “special” vocation to be different. My vocation does not really make me different from the rest of men or put me in a special category except artificially, juridically. I am still a member of the human race — and what more glorious destiny is there for man, since the Word was made flesh and became, too, a member of the Human Race!

— from A Search for Solitude: Pursuing
the Monk’s True Life (The Journals
of Thomas Merton, Volume
Three, 1952-1960)

I have heard it said that the dividing line between the early Merton (writings that are deeply mystical, but tend to be narrowly Catholic) and the later Merton (where he opens up about social justice issues and deep interfaith exploration) occurred when he began reading the Zen Buddhists in 1960. But I rather think that the emergence of the mature Merton took place at that singular moment on a street corner in 1958, when the scales fell from Merton’s eyes and he no longer saw being a monk as some sort of higher calling, but rather that the dignity of his calling as a monastic was, in fact, the same dignity we all share.

Incidentally, nowadays Walnut Street has been renamed Muhammad Ali Boulevard – but the intersection is, this year, being named “Thomas Merton Square” in honor of the ephiphany. It’s rather neat to see a landmark named in honor of a mystical experience!

Field Trip Mom

An Atlanta blogger/photographer who calls herself “Field Trip Mom” because she takes her children on adventures around the area recently visited the Monastery of the Holy Spirit and posted some lovely photos on her blog:

Field Trip Mom’s Visit to the Monastery

Quote for the Day

Seek peace with all people, and the holiness without which no one can ever see the Lord. Be careful that no one is deprived of the grace of God and that no root of bitterness should begin to grow and make trouble; this can poison a large number. … What you have come to is nothing known to the senses: not a blazing fire, or gloom or total darkness, or a storm; or trumpet-blast or the sound of a voice speaking which made everyone that heard it beg that no more should be said to them.

— Hebrews 12:14-15, 18-19, New Jerusalem Bible

A Letter from Tucker

This arrived in my email inbox recently, and seemed well worth passing on.

A letter to Sally Kern from a senior
in high school in Oklahoma

Oklahoma Representative, Sally Kern, in a recent meeting with some of her constituents, equated homosexuality with terrorism and malignant cancer. She was recorded saying that “Homosexuality is a bigger threat to our nation than terrorism or Islam.” She continued that “According to God’s words, it is not the right kind of lifestyle… Gays are infiltrating city councils… It’s deadly and its spreading, and it will destroy our young people, and it will destroy this nation.”

Today my nephew attempted to deliver a letter to Sally Kern but was stopped by a highway patrol man. With his permission I am distributing the letter to all news stations and thought I would include it here. Maybe we can all stand to learn a listen from this smart, loving, young man. He more than most has reason to hate. He lost his mother, my sister, in the Murrah Building bombing.

Elizabeth

Rep. Kern:

On April 19, 1995, in Oklahoma City a terrorist detonated a bomb that killed my mother and 167 others. 19 children died that day. Had I not had the chicken pox that day, the body count would’ve likely have included one more. Over 800 other Oklahomans were injured that day and many of those still suffer through their permanent wounds.

That terrorist was neither a homosexual or was he involved in Islam. He was an extremist Christian forcing his views through a body count. He held his beliefs and made those who didn’t live up to them pay with their lives.

As you were not a resident of Oklahoma on that day, it could be explained why you so carelessly chose words saying that the homosexual agenda is worst than terrorism. I can most certainly tell you through my own experience that is not true. I am sure there are many people in your voting district that laid a loved one to death after the terrorist attack on Oklahoma City. I kind of doubt you’ll find one of them that will agree with you. I was five years old when my mother died. I remember what a beautiful, wise, and remarkable woman she was. I miss her. Your harsh words and misguided beliefs brought me to tears, because you told me that my mother’s killer was a better person than a group of people that are seeking safety and tolerance for themselves.

As someone left motherless and victimized by terrorists, I say to you very clearly you are absolutely wrong.

You represent a district in Oklahoma City and you very coldly express a lack of love, sympathy or understanding for what they’ve been through. Can I ask if you might have chosen wiser words were you a real Oklahoman that was here to share the suffering with Oklahoma City? Might your heart be a bit less cold had you been around to see the small bodies of children being pulled out of rubble and carried away by weeping firemen?

I’ve spent 12 years in Oklahoma public schools and never once have I had anyone try to force a gay agenda on me. I have seen, however, many gay students beat up and there’s never a day in school that has went by when I haven’t heard the word **** slung at someone. I’ve been called gay slurs many times and they hurt and I am not even gay so I can just imagine how a real gay person feels. You were a school teacher and you have seen those things too. How could you care so little about the suffering of some of your students?

Let me tell you the result of your words in my school. Every openly gay and suspected gay in the school were having to walk together Monday for protection. They looked scared. They’ve already experienced enough hate and now your words gave other students even more motivation to sneer at them and call them names. After all, you are a teacher and a lawmaker, many young people have taken your words to heart. That happens when you assume a role of responsibility in your community. I seriously think before this week ends that some kids here will be going home bruised and bloody because of what you said.

I wish you could’ve met my mom. Maybe she could’ve guided you in how a real Christian should be acting and speaking.

I have not had a mother for nearly 13 years now and wonder if there were fewer people like you around, people with more love and tolerance in their hearts instead of strife, if my mom would be here to watch me graduate from high school this spring. Now she won’t be there. So I’ll be packing my things and leaving Oklahoma to go to college elsewhere and one day be a writer and I have no intentions to ever return here. I have no doubt that people like you will incite crazy people to build more bombs and kill more people again. I don’t want to be here for that. I just can’t go through that again.

You may just see me as a kid, but let me try to teach you something. The old saying is sticks and stones will break your bones, but words will never hurt you. Well, your words hurt me. Your words disrespected the memory of my mom.

Your words can cause others to pick up sticks and stones and hurt others.

Sincerely

Tucker

Running the Numbers

Here is a web page well worth visiting, from artist Chris Jordan:

Running the Numbers: An American Self-Portrait

Here’s the artist’s description of what you’ll find on this page:

This series looks at contemporary American culture through the austere lens of statistics. Each image portrays a specific quantity of something: fifteen million sheets of office paper (five minutes of paper use); 106,000 aluminum cans (thirty seconds of can consumption) and so on. My hope is that images representing these quantities might have a different effect than the raw numbers alone, such as we find daily in articles and books. Statistics can feel abstract and anesthetizing, making it difficult to connect with and make meaning of 3.6 million SUV sales in one year, for example, or 2.3 million Americans in prison, or 410,000 paper cups used every fifteen minutes. This project visually examines these vast and bizarre measures of our society, in large intricately detailed prints assembled from thousands of smaller photographs. The underlying desire is to emphasize the role of the individual in a society that is increasingly enormous, incomprehensible, and overwhelming.

My only caveat about this series is that the prints must be seen in person to be experienced the way they are intended. As with any large artwork, their scale carries a vital part of their substance which is lost in these little web images. Hopefully the JPEGs displayed here might be enough to arouse your curiosity to attend an exhibition, or to arrange one if you are in a position to do so. The series is a work in progress, and new images will be posted as they are completed, so please stay tuned.

~chris jordan, Seattle, 2007

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