Thursday,
May 9, was The Feast of the Ascension – forty days after Easter, ten days
before Pentecost. The biblical basis for this annual celebration lies in these
passages from Luke-Acts:
Luke 24:44-53/ Psalm 47/ Acts
of the Apostles 1:1-11. At some dimension it remembers that moment in time
when Jesus left the disciples, which always means us, on our own as he is
depicted rising up into the heavens to his celestial abode, reunited as One
with the Father and the Holy Spirit.
Perhaps
the first thing to notice in a close reading of the appointed texts is the
opening of the Book of the Acts of the Apostles: In the first book, Theophilus
I wrote about all that Jesus did and taught fromt eh beginning until the day
when he was taken up to heaven, after giving instructions….
Evidently
there was a First book – the best candidate is the Gospel of Luke, which begins:
Insasmuch as many have undertaken to compile a narrative of all that has
happened…it seemed good to me also…to write an orderly account for you, most
excellent Theophilus…
That
is the compiler of Luke appears to be the compiler of Acts: volume one
chronicles the earthly life of God incarnate, Jesus, while volume two describes
the life among his followers after he returns to being God. Both books are dedicated to the honorary
“Theophilus” which in the Koine Greek of the day means something like, “Friend
of God,” “God lover,” or even “Beloved of God….”
That
is, both books are dedicated to anyone who loves or wants to love God, and/or
be loved by God….which could be me or you or all of us…. Which makes it worth
pausing to consider: when was the last time a book was dedicated to you? What
does it feel like to know that someone nearly 2000 years ago addressed not one
but two books to you, giving you the honorific title of “Friend of God,” or
“Beloved of God?”
It
took me a long time – nearly 30 years, to come around to accepting all this, so
it is safe to assume that we all come to such acceptance in our own time – not chronos
or clock time, but what the Koine Greek calls chairos, or God-time….the right
time or the opportune time….your time….our time….Our day will come/and we’ll
have everything/we’ll share the joy/falling in love can bring…our day will
come…..[Ruby and the Romantics!]
All
the great mystics of Judaism, Christianity and Islam write about becoming accepting
God’s love in terms of romance and love: Rabia, Kabir, Hafiz all urge us to
fall in love with God:
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
where I kneel.
Prayer
should bring us to an altar where no walls or names exist.
Is
there not a region of love where the sovereignty is
illumined nothing,
illumined nothing,
where
ecstasy gets poured into itself
and becomes
lost,
and becomes
lost,
where
the wing is fully alive
but has no mind or
body?
but has no mind or
body?
In
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church
my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque,
a church
that
dissolve, that
dissolve in
dissolve in
God.
-RABIA
From ‘Love Poems From God‘
by Daniel Ladinsky.
As
the disciples, as hapless a crew of followers as any religious figure has ever
attracted, look up into the heavens, watching, seeking, searching the skies
just as we do today with instruments like the Hubble telescope attempting to
look all the way to the outer edges of the universe, the universes, hoping to
catch a glimpse, of what? The origins of everything? The starting point? The
Alpha to our Omega? Just a small glimpse of God, or Jesus, or Allah, or Yahweh,
or whatever/whomever might be out there who may have set all this we call life
in motion.
We
may as well admit it, one time or another we all look out there – it is just so
compelling to do so - to look beyond with some inkling that there is something
out there beyond our knowing, all that is seen and unseen. So there are the
disciples looking up in the sky when “two men in white robes” appear suddenly
asking, “Men of Galilee, why do you stand looking up toward heaven?”
Why
indeed?
“This
Jesus, who has been taken up from you
into heaven,” they continue, “Will come in the same way as you saw him go into
heaven.” Hear what the Spirit is saying to God’s people…Thanks be to God, we
say! But as Paul Harvey used to say, now for the rest of the story. The very
next line tells us that they go back to Jerusalem. Which is why Luke gives us
these two accounts. Because the other account – the first account?- seems to
take place on Easter Day, Easter Evening really. Before he takes off in version
one he specifically says: stay in the city and wait for further instructions.
Which they do. And they were “continually worshipping in the Temple blessing
God…” As in Psalm 47, “God has gone up with a shout/the Lord with the sound of
the Ram’s horn/Sing praises to God, sing praises/ sing praises to our king,
sing praises….
Jesus
says, and Muhammed, praise be upon him, would reiterate some seven hundred
years later, that instead of looking elsewhere for meaning in this life, stay
right here…it is what we do here that matters, not what might happen on the
coming Day of Judgment, the Day of the Lord.
So
it one recites from Surah Two of the Quran, The Cow, verses 21-22, a Surah that
focuses on turning to and maintaining God Consciousness: O Mankind, Worship
your sustainer [and they were continually worshipping in the Temple blessing
God…] who has created you and those who lived before you, so that you might
remain conscious of Him who has made the earth a resting place for you and the
sky a canopy, and has sent down water from the sky and thereby brought forth
fruits for your sustenance: do not, then, claim that there is any power that
could rival God when you know that He is One!”
Oddly,
Jesus and Muhammed bear a similar message to humankind, to people like us who
often forget that we were not only made by God but also are made in the image
of God, who as the opening lines of Torah state unequivocally that God, Allah,
Yahweh, not only made this earth our fragile island home in an otherwise dark,
cold and seemingly impersonal universe, but gave it to us, gifted it to us for
our Sustenance – for our care – as the place where we live out the kind of God
consciousness the Quran imagines to be our purpose.
Two
men in white stand beside them, beside us, beside all humankind and ask, why do
you stand looking up into the heavens? Here is where you are meant to be. Here
is where you live and move and have your being. Here we are meant to care for
one another, and love one another as Jesus prayed we would do the night before
he died. Including, said Jesus, love for our enemies.
We
like it when he speaks of love thinking fondly of the Beatles who sang, “All
you need is love!” But when he extends it to loving our enemies we pause – we recoil.
Perhaps, Lord, you are pushing it a
little too far. So it turns out we need more than just love. We need
compassion, we need understanding, we need to respect the dignity of every
human being.
Yet,
we attempt to deny Tamerlan Tsarnaev burial on American
soil. We watch with disbelief as protesters attend military funerals as a
platform for hateful speech in the name of Christ. There is a wideness to God’s
mercy we sing, and yet we find for more and more ways to narrow that mercy to
fit our own puny fear of “the other.”
The
last words of New Testament Scripture are, “Come, Lord Jesus, Come.” Makes
sense: he leaves after forty days of resurrection appearances so we want him to
return. Yet, this is contradicted by Matthew’s understanding of his final
appearance when he says, “I am with you always to the end of the age.” That is,
he is here. He is there. He is here. He is always here. Faith is nothing if not
shot through and through with paradox and irony! I can almost hear The Reverend
Thomas Talley cackling, “Of course, sillies! He is here AND he is there – this is
not a problem for a God who wants to love us and seeks nothing more than our
love in return – which means a love for all that he has created – seen and
unseen - including loving our enemies
here and now.”
In
the end, sometimes we do need to look up to the heavens for some inkling of
insight, hope, or love so that we can be here, really really be here in the present
moment doing the things Jesus does, and, as he promises, “greater things than
these will you do.” And sometimes we need to look within, to know the kind of
passion and love that Rabia sings about in her poetry – a passion that also
enables us to be here now – to be present in this moment as those people who
not only love our neighbors but can love our enemies as well.
In my soul
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
there is a temple, a shrine, a mosque, a church
that dissolve,
that dissolve in
God.
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