Things Used To Make Sense

Traditionally John chapter one is read on Christmas Day. Verse one of John goes like this: En arche en ho logos, kai ho logos pros ton en theos, kai theos en ho logos. Which we usually render: In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God, and God was the Word.

Without getting too deep into the intricacies of translation, however, we might focus on three words: en, the imperfect tense of the verb eimi, or to be; theos, which is one of the names used for God in the Greek; and logos, which can mean word, story or logical rationality.

Starting with theos – this is the translation of the Hebrew Elohim, which is the name used for God understood as Justice: so Theos is used to describe a God who acts to restore justice, seek retribution, or to punish wrongdoing.

As for the imperfect of eimi, this is sometimes best rendered as “what used to be the case”; an ongoing action in the past, or an incomplete action in the past.

Richard Swanson in his book, Provoking the Gospel of John. suggests one possible translation, assuming that en refers to a state that used to exist, and logos is logical rationality, we might end up translating the beginning of John something like, “Things used to make sense, and what made sense used to be Justice, and Justice was what used to make sense.”

We might say John is referring to some sort of social-religio-political vertigo – things just are not the same as they once were. Which was certainly the case when the fourth gospel was written. We note that John, like Mark, has no Christmas story like Luke and Matthew. John looks at the current situation – the time between two failed revolts against the Roman occupation in which Jerusalem lies in ruins, the people of Israel are scattered, and there are only a few people returned to live in Jerusalem, understood as the center of the universe. Since that time the Jewish people have primarily lived in diaspora, a word meaning anywhere but Israel. The world had been turned upside down, and this is the world into which we encounter Jesus for the first time as a fully developed adult person. A person who represents the logical-rational world we once knew – ruled by a Just God, a God of Justice.

Is it a stretch to say that we live in just such a world? I am currently reading a book of poems about the tsunami and nuclear reactor meltdown in Japan, another on being Latino in America, and a book of essays of what it is like to be African or African descent and living in America. A young woman spent several weeks in our country calling our attention to the effects of climate change as wild fires rage in Australia in the southern hemisphere, and above the arctic circle in the northern hemisphere. All the while I find myself, the son of an Army veteran who served n WWII and during the “Korean Conflict” in efforts to bring about “world peace,” and yet have lived my entire lifetime with the US involved in a seemingly never-ending series of wars and armed conflicts. As I was driving into Georgetown this week-end I passed an entire homeless tent city in a highway underpass. Not long ago we rejoiced and danced in the streets when the Berlin Wall was torn down, now we are hell-bent on building a wall on our southern border. Needless to say, there is more that connects our time on this earth to the time that John was writing than there are differences.

Yet, this is the world that John writes that God as Justice chooses to live in, or more correctly, in which to dwell – which literally means “to tent,” recalling the forty years after the Passover-Exodus, thereby connecting Jesus to the long and complicated time-line of the Jewish people. That is, God as Theos, as Justice, comes to shine the light of Justice into the dark corners of John’s world to give us one more chance to be the people we are called to be – born to be.

There can be no denying that if things ever “used to make sense,” they sure do not make much sense now just as they did not seem to make sense back then. Given the shape of the world then and now, why on earth would God-Theos want to tent among us?

A poet of our own time also struggles to get it just right. Madeliene L’Engle in her book Winter Song, offers another vision of Christmas. She wonders just how or why this God-Theos or Logos-Word would choose to tent among us in a world in which words like evil, hate, enmity, fear, aggression, war, nuclear weapons, cloning, murder, and darkness seem to be the daily coin of the realm.

This is no time for a child to be born

With the earth betrayed by war and hate

And nova lighting the sky to warn

That time runs out and sun burns late.

That was no time for a child to be born,

In a land in the crushing grip of Rome;

Honor and truth were trampled by scorn –

Yet here did the Saviour make his home.

When is the time for love to be born?

The inn is full on the planet earth,

And by greed and pride the sky is torn –

Yet love still takes the risk at birth.

If we close our eyes and listen to the poets, John and L’Engle, we can catch a glimpse of the light that shines in the darkness and which the darkness has not overcome. We can catch a glimpse of the Logos-Word tenting among us as risky and unlikely as that seems.

Why? Because it is time. It is time for the Christ to be born in our hearts and minds. It is time for us to see the Light – the light that reveals Justice. In catching a glimpse of this light perhaps a bit of our darkness is dispelled, and we are drawn ever closer to the Light, to the Theos of Justice, to the Logos-Word, and suddenly the world makes a little more sense than it did a week ago, or a month ago, or years and years ago.

Just a glimpse is all that we need. Perhaps it is all that we are given.

But it is enough. More than enough to dispel a little of our present darkness and draw us ever closer to the light, the true light, which even now is coming into the world. And for this may we quietly in the stillness of John’s cosmic nativity give thanks. Amen.

Be Vigilant, He's Coming!

Be Vigilant, He’s Coming

That was the header on the email sent by this year’s Christmas Angel. As I sat in my writing-chair, scanning my email, pondering just what I have left to say about Christmas that has not already been said, I was watching our dog, Bella, standing on the chair, looking out the window for something, anything, to invade our property that might be deserving of her barking an  announcement, I thought just how Vigilant she looks. Nothing I say or do can distract her from watching with vigilant purpose and intensity. Someone is coming. That was the message staring at me in my email list: Be Vigilant, He’s Coming. This is what Advent was all about: Watch. Wait. Be Vigilant!

Like the shepherds, I thought, who were keeping vigilant watch over their flocks by night when suddenly, like the email, an angel of the Lord appeared to announce a child had been born in nearby Bethlehem – the city of David, the boy who had become king and had been a good shepherd in these same hills. “Good News!” sang a multitude of angels. “Go and see! We bring you good news of a great joy for all the people!” They bounded down the hillside into the town to see this child of which the angels sing! There they were: the young girl, an older man, and between them the baby, wrapped in bands of cloth just as the angels had said. They tell the couple what the angels had said, how this child was God’s Anointed, the Christ, the Messiah. Then, as they hurried back to keep vigilant watch over their flocks they were glorifying and praising God for all they had heard and seen, as it had been told them. That’s what we are supposed to be doing – be like the shepherds: vigilant and telling this story.  While Mary treasured all these words and pondered them in her heart.

The story, of course, begins with an awkward marriage arrangement. And another angel assuring both Mary and Joseph not to worry. Do not fear. Or, does it begin some forty-two generations earlier with David the shepherd King. Or really, several generations before that with an immigrant family that was forced to flee Israel because of a famine. Elimelech, Naomi and their two sons flee to Moab. It’s in the book of Ruth which I had to translate from Hebrew years ago as a senior in college. In Moab the sons marry gentile Moabite women, Orpah (which is where Oprah gets her name!) and Ruth (which is where Oprah gets her name!). Over time, Elimelech and the two sons die, leaving the women to fend for themselves. Naomi decides to return home to Israel and encourages her daughters-in-law to return to their homes. Orpah leaves, but in what is perhaps the most beautiful speech in all of scripture, Ruth pledges to stay with Naomi: “Entreat me not to leave you, or turn back from following you! Where you go, I will go; where you live, I will live; your people shall be my people, and your God my God. Where you die, I will die – there will I be buried. May the Lord do thus and so to me, and more as well, if even death parts me from you.” Ruth’s pledge expresses a kind of vigilant faithfulness, love and devotion to God and to care for her widowed  mother-in-law.

Now it is Ruth who is the immigrant in Israel. Naomi has a kinsman named Boaz. Ruth works in his fields to support her mother-in-law. Through a series of astonishing events and negotiations, Boaz marries the immigrant, Ruth; they have a child; the child is named Obed; he becomes the father of Jesse; Jesse is the father of the shepherd boy David – the most renowned King of Israel. All because Boaz the Israelite welcomed the immigrant from Moab, Ruth, she becomes the great-great-great, 44-times great-grandmother of Jesus, for Joseph is from the house of David. All because Ruth was vigilant in her love for Naomi and for Naomi’s God, the God of Israel.

Not long after the child Jesus was born Joseph hears from another angel of the Lord that he is to take the child and Mary and flee to Egypt to escape the terrible Slaughter of Innocent Israelite children ordered by Herod, King of the Jews. Joseph, Mary and Jesus live as immigrants in safety in Egypt of all places! Until another angel of the Lord comes to Joseph in yet another dream to issue the all-clear signal: Herod is dead, and it is time to go home. Where people are watching, waiting and keeping vigil with John the Baptizer for someone to save them from their sins and from the Roman captivity that already seems endless. Their vigilance is rewarded as the child Jesus grows up to show how we are to live in ways that transcend any and all tribalism and to shine light in the darkness despite the threats and machinations of the Empire. Despite the implicit truth of this story: that the wood of the manger turns out to be the wood of the cross. And yet, even Roman crucifixion cannot defeat the power of the child’s Love for all persons.

It turns out that love is the answer – love of God, love of neighbor, love of the poor, love of the hungry, love of the thirsty, the naked, the prisoners and the strangers – immigrant strangers, without whom we would not be here to witness once again the birth of Love in our midst; in our hearts; in our lives; in all that we do and say as we serve the Spirit of Christ that is in all persons, all creatures and all of creation! All this was going through my mind as I watched Bella keeping vigilant watch over our home, when suddenly there appeared in my email the message from another angel – Christina Garvan, my long-time mentor at St. Timothy’s School for Girls, my colleague, teacher and friend of Jesus. Her message was a story. Another story of how we come to be here this night. The story is titled, Be Vigilant, He’s Coming:

Our heroine is leaving her cousin’s house today. It has been a good time but now for María the

journey increases in difficulty with each day as her womb grows. She is a funny kind of heroine

because she is so quiet and even, we might say, passive. She has always been this way. She

did not want or have friends other than her sisters and her dear mother, if you can call family

friends. She listens well and knows no other course than obedience. She hopes to join the

sisterhood when all this is over. She has no brothers and no boys or young men have ever

called. That is not unusual in her town. Lots of children help at home and never go to school.

María believes her mother that babies come from God. Hers surely does.

José comes to take her on the journey. They are married but not really. He has lost his wife and

will be with her for the crossing. They have the papers showing they are official, a husband, a

wife, and a baby to come. Without the papers José is a bandit or worse a coyote, and María is a

pregnant whore. That’s how they are seen. María is a good listener and she has heard the

words. The baby will not be born like she was at home. The baby will be born across the river

and through the gates. The baby is for every town and has to leave behind the humble

beginnings.

The couple are learning to be kind to each other. José has arranged some rides so they won’t

walk the whole way. Usually they will sit in the front of a truck, offer gas money or even spell the driver. María has no license but José does and most vehicles have a long way to go and little

time. Sometimes the two walk and sometimes join others. María left home months ago when the

sun was blistering but now the days are short and the evenings cold. It is best when they ride

through the night.

At the border there are huge crowds. María and José are not worried. They have papers. They

have to make the crossing. The papers say so. María heard why. José has been given the

ultimate responsibility. The baby must learn something of which neither Maria nor José have

knowledge. In their town the poor and rich help each other. Some have more, some have less

but all are as one. The baby would grow there magnificently and in isolation. So María and José

have been instructed the baby shall be among the wolves not the gentle lambs. He will be

helpless and tiny and brown. The border agents will see Him and for the first time will see God.

But that part of the story is coming.

After a long wait the line, the throng, the mass of people cross the river. The bridge holds. María

walks with her head up and hopes for rest soon. The gates are besieged with people and so

another long time for waiting ensues. María is ready to deliver. José has shown the woman

officer the papers. It is time. The officer knows the time is here. She leads the man and woman,

now weeping in fear, in excitement, in awe, to shelter. The officer apologizes, now weeping too,

and shows the mat on the floor. She calls for help. They come. The others who know. They

kneel down. Some gather outside the fenced-in cage. The baby cries.

The Savior has arrived. Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth, Peace.

I asked Christina’s permission to share this with you, and she said yes, “as it is my gift to the ones at the border.” For you see, his story is their story. And their story is His story. And their story is our story.

My sisters, my brothers, this Jesus is the gift for which we await. He comes to remind us just who we are and whose we are – and to remind us of our calling to love our neighbors – all neighbors. All people. As angels continually sing, only we can give Glory to God; only we can be Peace and Love on Earth – Earth which itself is held captive by our over-consumption of its resources. We are to shine his light in the darkness. Know that there is a place deep within you where the Christ child is being born, awakening you and sending you out into all the world to proclaim the Good News of great Joy for All the people! We are to remember all those immigrants without whom we would not be celebrating the Christ child’s birth. We are to be like Joseph, to open our hearts to our dreams and the messages of angels who are, even now, here among us, singing to us visions of Peace and Mercy and Love and Forgiveness for All the people, for all the land. Look up and see that it is Good. By God, it is Good!

Be Vigilant, He’s Coming, even now, to be born again in our hearts and in our land. Who knows? Even now, “some gather outside the fenced-in cage. The baby cries. The Savior has arrived. Glory to God in the Highest, and on Earth, Peace.”

May we hear the message of the angels throughout the ages. God bless us, every one!

Thanks to Christina Garvan for her story, Be Vigilant, He’s Coming!

Ever Green, Ever Hopeful

We Are Evergreen People

“The future belongs to those who give the next generation reason for hope.” –Pierre Teilhard de Chardin

Or, as Stanley Hauerwas might put it, Christians are those people who have a story, conform their lives to the shape of that narrative, and who sustain the virtue of hope in a world that rarely gives evidence that such hope is justified.

John the Baptist carries on his revival meeting on the banks of the Jordan River hoping that the repentance from the sins of the whole of Judea will carry the hope for better days. Even from jail one can hear the hope he carries that Jesus be the One. Meanwhile, Mary proclaims the hope of generations as she sings: “My soul proclaims the greatness of the Lord; my spirit rejoices in God my Savior; for he has looked with favor on his lowly servant. From this day all generations will call me blessed: The Almighty has done great things for me, and holy is his Name. He has mercy on those who fear him in every generation. He has shown the strength of his arm, he has scattered the proud in their conceit. He has cast down the mighty from their thrones, *

and has lifted up the lowly. He has filled the hungry with good things, and the rich he has sent away empty. He has come to the help of his servant Israel, for he has remembered his promise of mercy, the promise he made to our fathers, to Abraham and his children for ever.” Take time to reflect on this song of profound hope.

Which brings us to the Advent Wreath – a custom that predates Christianity in northern Europe and was adopted by the Church sometime after the middle ages, with the custom we now know as a ring, a circle or a wheel of evergreens decorated with candles perhaps originating in Germany in the 19^th century.

The circle or wheel of life is a part of spiritual practices ranging from Buddhism in the Far East all the way to the native peoples of what would come to be called the Americas. This circle represents the circle of life and the eternal cycle of seasons, while the evergreens represent the persistence of life in the midst of the bareness of winter. The candles, of course, burn as symbols of light in a world which literally is getting darker and darker until the sun begins to return day by day beginning with the winter solstice.

Sometime around the 4^th and 5^th centuries Christians established the celebration of our savior’s birth to coincide with the Roman holiday of Saturnalia, a festival leading up to the increasing light of the solstice. December 25^th was the conclusion of Saturnalia, and the Church hoped to attract non-Christians by celebrating The Feast of the Incarnation on that day. Customs like the wreath with candles and actually bringing an evergreen tree into the house eventually were adopted and given a Christian re-interpretation of hope sustained in the darkest and coldest of days.

The greenness of the branches and the light of the candles have come to symbolize that Christians, like Christ, are to be those people who sustain the hope of life in the midst of death and light in the midst of darkness.

A story from the Cherokee people pre-dating European immigration to the Americas well illustrates the kind of people Jesus calls us to be. It is sometimes called, Why Some Trees Are Evergreen. John Shea, a priest from my native Chicago, tells it this way.

When the plants and the trees were first made the Great Mystery gave a gift to each species. But first he set up a contest to determine which gift would be most useful to whom.

“I want you to stay awake and keep watch over the earth for seven nights,” the Great Mystery told them.

The young trees and plants were so excited to be trusted with such an important job that the first night they would have found it difficult not to stay awake. However, the second night was not so easy, and just before dawn a few fell asleep. On the third night the trees and the plants whispered among themselves in the wind trying to keep from dropping off, but it was too much work for some of them. Even more fell asleep on the fourth night.

By the time the seventh night came the only trees and plants still awake were the cedar, the pine, the spruce, the fir, the holly and the laurel.

“What wonderful endurance you have!” exclaimed the Great Mystery. “You shall be given the gift of remaining green forever. You will be the guardians of the forest. Even in the seeming dead of winter your brother and sister creatures will find life protected in your branches.”

Ever since then all the other trees and plants lose their leaves and sleep all winter, while the evergreens stay awake.

This tale, concludes, Shea, talks about greenness in the midst of barrenness and associates this greenness with the ability to stay awake. “Staying awake” is standard code in spiritual literature. It means remaining aware of our life-giving connection to divine reality even when inner and outer forces militate against it. Just as the light in the darkness reminds us of this truth, so does the green-leafed tree in the leafless forest.

When we light the candles of the Advent Wreath and gaze at the vigilant greenness of its branches, we are to remember who we are and whose we are. In a world that appears to be overrun with darkness, barrenness and death dealing, we are those people of God who stay awake and sustain the truths of light and life as ever-present realities. When others are obsessed with fear and darkness, we are to be those people who stay awake and sustain visions of hopefulness.

We are to be evergreen people for one another and for the world. The future, says Father Teilhard, belongs to those to give the next generation reason for hope! We are those people who seek to become persistence of life in the midst of bareness, of light in the midst of darkness. We are called to gaze upon the Advent Wreath and become the kind of people it has symbolized for thousands of years: a people of life, of light and of hope.

Amen.

When We Gonna Wake Up!

When We Gonna Wake Up

That’s the basic question for all of us: When are we going to wake up? Spiritual teachers inside and beyond the Church all say the same thing – Wake Up! Tony De Mello, the Jesuit priest and psychotherapist would remind everyone he ever taught, most of us, whether we know it or not, are sleep-walking through life. We are born asleep. We live asleep, we marry in our sleep, we have children and raise families in our sleep. And we die in our sleep without ever waking up. We rarely if ever take time to understand the loveliness and beauty of this thing we call human existence. All the mystics of any and all religious traditions, no matter what their theology, no matter what their religion, or no religion, are unanimous on one thing: all shall be well, all shall be well, all manner of thing shall be well. Though everything is a mess, all is well. Strange paradox, to be sure. But tragically, most people never get to see that all is well because they are asleep. They are having a nightmare. WAKE UP! [Awareness, Anthony De Mello, p 5]

You know what time it is, how it is now the moment for you to wake from sleep. Romans 13:11

I remember my seminary faculty advisor, professor of Church History, priest and friend Fred Shriver, preaching at Church of the Good Shepherd, Ruxton, MD reminding us that the fundamental teaching of Jesus sees him breaking bread. Not a little or even oversize wafer, but a crusty loaf of peasant bread. See him now at the table with his closest friends the night before he is to be crucified on a Roman cross. He takes the bread. Blesses the bread. Breaks the bread. And Gives it to them. This is my body given to you and given for the world. Take, Bless, Break and Give. The summary of his life, death and resurrection. Take, Bless, Break and Give/Share. That’s the spiritual life Jesus taught. Listen as the crust breaks open. I invite you to open your heart it seems to say. Let me into your life, into your heart, into your mind he is saying. Allow me to break you open and awaken you to new life, true life, eternal life. That cracking of the crust that we think is there to protect us, that we maintain to keep everything close and tightly kept inside. Listen to the sound of the bread being broken, he seems to say. When you see me break it allow it to awaken you. Wake Up!

Keep awake therefore, for you do not know on what day your Lord is coming. Matthew 24:42

Tony De Mello tells the story of a father who knocks on his son’s bedroom door and says, “John, wake up.” John answers, “I don’t want to wake up, papa.” The father shouts, “Get up, you have to go to school.” John says, “I don’t want to go to school.” “Why not,” asks his father. “I have three reasons,” says Jaime. “First, because it is so dull. Second, because the kids tease me. And third, I hate school.” And the father says, “I am going to give you three reasons why you must go to school: First, because it is your duty; second, because you are forty-five years old; and third, because you are the headmaster.” Wake up! Wake up! You have grown up! You are too big to stay asleep. Stop playing with your toys. WAKE UP!

Wake up, and strengthen what remains… Revelation 3:2

Most people want to stay in kindergarten. But don’t believe it. They want you to fix their broken toys. “Give me back my marriage. Give me back my job, my money, my reputation, my success.” Waking up is unpleasant. It is comfortable to be in bed. It is irritating to be woken up. The wisest spiritual teachers do not attempt to wake people up. It is none of my business, they say. Even though from time to time they urge us to wake up, they know. They know that they can only dance their dance and live their lives and if we wake up and learn something, so be it. If not, fine. As the saying goes, “The nature of rain is the same, but it makes thorns grow in the marshes, and flowers in the gardens.” Look at the image of Jesus in the third chapter of Revelation (there is no “s”). “Behold, I stand at the door and knock!” The famous pre-Raphelite painting of this by William Holman Hunt shows that there is no door handle on Jesus’s side of the door. He cannot open us up. He can only knock on our door. He can only break open the crust that keeps us asleep in our beds of idleness, presumed knowledge, false senses of security, unaware that things shall be well and are well if only we will open our eyes, our hearts, our minds, open the door and wake up. WAKE UP!

Shoshin. Shoshin, is a Japanese word. It means “beginner’s mind.” As Shunyru Suzuki teaches, “In the beginner’s mind there are many possibilities, but in the expert’s there are few.” We think waking up is hard to do. To practice Shoshin is hard. To unlearn what we think we already know is difficult and too much work. To wake up means to always keep our beginner’s mind – to always encounter the things we do and say as if for the first time. This is hard to do. We begin Advent and think it is a time to prepare for Christmas, the birth of the Christ child. But, with a beginner’s mind, we learn that Advent means coming, and that it was originally meant to be a time to wake up and to prepare for the Risen Lord to come again into our messy and suffering world. It is a time to stop all the busyness that distracts us from our beginner’s mind and allow Jesus to break open our hearts, our minds, our lives so we can open the door and welcome him in right now, right here. Because. Because he is here, now. He promises to be with us to the “end of the age.” All shall be well. All is well when we open the door. But unless we practice beginner’s mind, we forget this promise he makes to all of his followers, his disciples, those who say they walk in his way, and yet forget to stop to heal the sick, welcome the immigrant- stranger, visit those in prison, clothe the naked and give a drink to those who are thirsty.

Behold, he stands at the door and knocks. There is no handle on his side of the door. The only handle is on our side of the door. Do we even hear him knock? Or, are we so dead-tired and asleep from all the distractions of this life, this world, that we cannot even hear him knocking? Let alone do we wake up, walk over and open the door? And what does chapter three of Revelation (no “s”) say will happen if we do wake up and open the door? “Behold! I am standing at the door, knocking; if you hear my voice and open the door, I will come in to you and eat with you, and you with me.” That is the promise. We will have a marvelous meal and party with him! We will wake up and discover all is well. If only we will practice beginner’s mind, wake up, walk over, open the door and let Jesus in!

And to those who have ears, he says listen: WAKE UP! Your life and the life of the world depends on it. When we gonna wake up, when we gonna wake up, when we gonna wake up and strengthen the things that remain?

When You Gonna Wake Up – Bob Dylan

Filled With Love - Christ the King

Filled With Love

What to do as nationalism, secularism and strong-man dictators rise up across the world? In 1925 Pope Pius XI instituted Christ the King Sunday because he felt, that with the rising nationalism, secularism, and strong man dictators that eventually became World War II, a Sunday was necessary to refocus us on why we are here – to be icons of God’s love in this world. Originally set as the last Sunday of October, in 1969, another era of social turmoil, Pope Paul VI moved it to the Last Sunday before Advent and called it, “The Solemnity of our Lord Jesus Christ, King of the Universe.” Sunday, November 24, 2019 is Christ the King Sunday, King of the Universe.

Christ the King is a title that strikes a peculiar tension since any and all descriptions of Jesus who is called Christ thankfully bear little to no resemblance to the kinds of earthly leaders and kings Jeremiah condemns in no uncertain terms: “Woe to the shepherds who destroy and scatter the sheep of my pasture! says the Lord. Therefore, thus says the Lord, the God of Israel, concerning the shepherds who shepherd my people: It is you who have scattered my flock, and have driven them away, and you have not attended to them. So, I will attend to you for your evil doings, says the Lord.” Jesus, he who is called Christ – anointed, messiah– has none of the trappings of these wicked, evil shepherds: Christ does not destroy, scatter and divide. Rather, he heals, restores, gathers and unites every one and every thing.

It is plain to see that he is like no earthly king at all. And yet. We who will in another few weeks proclaim the Incarnation of God in the Christ child need be reminded that the child born of Mary, a young woman from a small town in Galilee, was, according to the Letter to the Colossians, and the majestic and profound opening lines of the Gospel of John, present before that first Incarnation, that first revealing of God’s power and love of every thing, the Creation of all that is, seen and unseen. This First Incarnation took place some 13.7 billion years before the Second Incarnation we celebrate in the arrival of the fullness of God in the Christ child. He did not come into this world as much as he comes out of an already Christ-soaked world as God’s presence poured into a single human being so that divinity and humanity can be seen operating in him.

“He is the image of the invisible God, the firstborn of all creation; for in him all things in heaven and on earth were created, things visible and invisible, whether thrones or dominions or rulers or powers-- all things have been created through him and for him. He himself is before all things, and in him all things hold together. … For in him all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell, and through him God was pleased to reconcile to himself all things, whether on earth or in heaven, by making peace through the blood of his cross.” [Colossians 1:11-20]

Richard Rohr is quick to point out that it is a leap of faith “trusting that Jesus together with Christ gave us one human but fully accurate window into the Eternal Now that we call God…This is a leap of faith that many believe they have made when they say, ‘Jesus is God!’ But strictly speaking, those words are not theologically correct. Christ is God, and Jesus is the Christ’s historical manifestation in time. Jesus is a Third Someone, not just God and not just man, but God and human together.” [Richard Rohr, The Universal Christ, p18]

Theologians in the Middle Ages began to see that this Christ is a Cosmic Christ. And that this is one of the earliest understandings of just who Jesus is as witnessed in Colossians, John and throughout the New Testament. We say “is” because as John chapter one puts it, “The true light... was coming into the world.” That is, the Christ Mystery is not a one-time event, but an ongoing process throughout time – as constant as the light that fills the universe. We must remember, that we do not so much as see light but that light enables us to see every thing there is to see – just as the Cosmic Christ enables us to see both who and what God is, and therefore who and what we are – Love. “God is love, and he who abides in love abides in God, and God abides in him.” [1 John 4:16b]

Consider, that for the philosophers and theologians of the Middle Ages, this Second Incarnation in the life of Jesus provides divine clues as to the structure and meaning not only of humanity, but of all life and of the entire universe! Ilia Delio, in her book The Humility of God, points out that the thirteenth century philosopher Dun Scotus, focused on such passages as John 1, Colossians 1, and 1 John 4, concludes that “the Incarnation was too great a mystery to simply remedy a defect. Rather, from all eternity, Christ was willed by God to come in the highest glory. The reason, according to Scotus, is simply that God is love and wanted to love a creature who could fully respond in love. Christ would have come, he said, even if there had been no sin. Christ is the first in God’s intention to love and it is because of Christ that creation has its meaning.” [Delio p 50] That is, concludes Delio, in understanding Jesus as the Cosmic Christ, King of the Universe, Incarnation occurs because of a positive – love – not a negative – sin. Such an understanding of Christ the King makes all the difference as to how we are to shape our lives as Christians in this world.

“If love is the reason for the Incarnation then it is also the reason for God’s humility because…God’s love is a humble love. It is a love that goes out of itself toward the other for the sake of the other…Bonaventure captured the core of the humility of God when he wrote, …’the eternal God has humbly bent down and lifted the dust of our nature into unity with his own person.’” [Ibid p 51]. God’s love is, writes Delio, a love which bends down to lift us up even when we are at our worst. Which is why we see God’s humility expressed most vividly in the cross because God could not bend over any further in love for us and creation than in the suffering and death of the cross. [Ibid p53] For it is on the cross where we see the Christ still comforting, healing and reconciling all to himself as he forgives those who have crucified him and promises the criminal on the cross nearby, "Truly I tell you, today you will be with me in Paradise." [Luke 23:33-43]

Jesus comes out of creation to show us that all of creation, all of God, all of every thing is filled with the presence of the Eternal Now that we call God. And if it is as John and Colossians says, that all things, every thing, come from this Cosmic Christ, then every thing, not just people, but every thing, seen and unseen, visible and invisible, is a “child of God.” The Whole of Creation is the Beloved Community of God’s Love, not just the Church. Every thing, every person, is holy ground – as Woody Guthrie once wrote, “every speck of dust is holy ground.” Every atom, every neutrino, is holy ground. We must seek Christ, not merely in “all persons,” but in all creatures and in every thing throughout the created universe, for all things come out of this Christ-filled creation as an expression of God’s love for all.

We have been misled by bad shepherds to think that faith consists in our assent to certain mental beliefs, rather than our calm and hopeful assent to the presence of the Cosmic Christ in all and in every thing. As St Paul tells us in his hymn to Love, only three things last, three things that are the essence of the Christ-filled life: faith, hope and love. And each of these must always include the other two: faith is always loving and hopeful; hope is always faithful and loving, and love is always faithful and hopeful. And faith and love and hope are all things that we do, not things that we say. As Jesus himself says, what matters is “doing this right,” not “saying this right.” [Luke 6:46] As Richard Rohr concludes about this Cosmic Christ, “Jesus came to show us how to be human much more than how to be spiritual, and the process still seems to be in its early stages!” [Richard Rohr, Ibid pp 22-23]

Whether Pius XI knew it or not, by calling us annually to reflect on the Cosmic Christ, King of the Universe, he calls us to come to new understandings of faith, hope and love: No one religion can ever encompass the depth of such faith. No ethnicity has a monopoly on such hope. No nationality can control or limit this flow of such universal love. [Rohr ibid p 22] Just as all creation is filled with this love, so may our hearts also be filled with this love - a love that goes out of itself toward the other for the sake of the other.

Filled With Love – Joyce Andersen

Apocalyptic Boogie

Apocalyptic

“See, the day is coming, burning like an oven, when all the arrogant and all evildoers will be stubble… But for you who revere my name the sun of righteousness shall rise, with healing in its wings.” [Malachi 4:1-2a]

We tend to find the Apocalyptic literature in the Bible to be baffling at best. We overlook its primary purpose: to be a literature urging Perseverance in hard times and sustain Hope for a New Day. But let’s be clear about this from the outset: the kind of “redemption” promised in the Bible’s Apocalyptic literature “is not a private lifeboat to save a few privileged folk while everything else is destroyed. Rather, redemption is equated with the coming [the advent] of God’s reign, which spells transformation, healing and wholeness for all of life.” [Sharon Ringe, Luke, p 253] Apocalyptic makes the promise that the world and creation will be made new!

When some were speaking about the temple, how it was adorned with beautiful stones and gifts dedicated to God, Jesus said, “As for these things that you see, the days will come when not one stone will be left upon another; all will be thrown down…By your endurance you will gain your souls…Truly I tell you, this generation shall not pass away until all things have taken place.” [Luke 21:5-38]

We tend to shy away from these sorts of Apocalyptic passages in the Bible, viewing them as bizarre, incomprehensible, intended for some other people, some other time, some other place. Or, worse still, by avoiding them and paying as little attention as possible to them, we allow others to turn this genre of faith literature into so much commercialized pablum that distorts it all to advance some elitist agenda or other that says some version of, “Only these sorts of believers will be saved, or “Unless you believe what we are telling you, you will be left behind.” As if God’s redemption is somehow limited to a precious few. As if God does not really love all of creation, including all people. As if in our baptism we have not pledged to seek and serve Christ in ALL persons, loving your neighbor as yourself. As if we have not pledged to STRIVE for Justice and Peace for ALL people, respecting the DIGNITY of EVERY human being.

Furthermore, how near the time is coming is never made exactly clear. “How near the time will be is not exactly clear. The word ‘generation’ can refer to the thirty or so years that one would normally assume for a human life cycle. It can also, however, refer to an entire era marked by a particular quality (‘this age’), which could encompass all of human history. We do not know what Luke meant, or in the similar saying in 9:27. But the essence of the ‘revelation’ has been to put an end to such calculation, emphasizing instead, confidence in God’s faithfulness to God’s promises of salvation (21:33).” [Ibid p 253-254]  We do well to note that the Apocalypse in Luke 21 urges us to Be Alert, Endure, and concludes with what to do in the meantime following the lead of Jesus: spend nights in quiet  prayer and contemplation in a sacred place of one’s choosing, and get up early in the morning to, as the voice from heaven commanded back at the Transfiguration (Luke 9:28-36), “Listen to him.”

 Such franchises as the Left Behind books and movie only serve to trivialize what is going on here. For the audience Luke addresses has seen the destruction of the Temple, and indeed all of Jerusalem, come true. The Temple is central to Luke’s story of Jesus. Luke begins in the Temple with Zechariah. The infant Jesus is brought to the Temple. His family regularly goes to the Temple. He teaches openly in the Temple. The Temple is not only the center of his story, but it is the very center of the universe for all of Israel. It was the center of the Jewish and early Christian faith, the place where God’s finger touched the Earth and held it still. Now, after Rome destroyed it in the year 70CE, not one stone was on top of another, and the entire city, Jeru-salem, “city of Shalom”, “city of peace”, lay in smouldering ruins. It literally looked like Hell.

Try, for just a moment, to imagine what impact this had on the psyche of both the people of Israel and the early Christians, who we are told in Acts chapter 2, worshipped in the Temple every day. Think of other crises that have resulted in generations of psychic memory: The Crusades, The Trail of Tears, Slavery in the U.S., Pearl Harbor, The Holocaust, Hiroshima and Nagasaki, Carpet Bombing, Agent Orange, Thalidomide, Assassinations (JFK, MLKjr, Bobby, Anwar Sadat), September 11, the Climate Crisis. Imagine the lasting damage of any one of these.

Luke, along with Mark and Matthew, includes this Apocalyptic revelation specifically to quell any time wasted calculating the ‘when,’ and even the ‘what,’ to refocus the people, to refocus us, on the importance of what we should be about here and now in “this generation.” The examples are quite simple: prayer and contemplation, and continue to listen to Jesus and to follow him wherever he goes and whatever he does. That’s it. No disaster stories with some swept up we know not where while others are left in eternal torment. Go back and review the list of the kinds of events that linger in the psyche of a people for generations, for decades, for millennia, and realize all kinds of eternal torment are already forever etched in the DNA and memories of all people everywhere.

We do well to note that in giving the disciples an answer as to when the Day of the Lord will come, Jesus instead urges them to sustain the virtue of Hope that the falseness of this world is ultimately bounded by greater Truth and Light. His vision and his revelation is that God’s redemption, salvation, reign, or whatever else one wants to call it, is about transformation, healing and wholeness for all of life – not for some elite group, not for some private lifeboat for a few privileged people, but for all of life – all people, all creatures, all of creation.

And that life is not primarily about what we believe, but rather about what we do. His call is to follow him, to walk in his way, a way that is self-evident in its care for the “least of these of my sisters and brothers.” Jesus repeatedly urges us to remain confident in God’s promises, to be Alert, to Endure, and to Persevere in following the man from Galilee. And to live a life informed by quiet prayer and listening to him.

All other attempts to sensationalize Apocalyptic thinking is the fantasy of those who find the call to follow Jesus too difficult to imagine and instead are looking for an easy ticket out of here. Boy, will they be surprised! It’s not about best-selling books, disaster movies, and calculating when the Day of the Lord will come upon us. It will more likely come out of our faithfulness to a way of walking in this life than anything we can say or believe. Faith and Love are about doing, not saying a thing. Persevere in doing Faith and Love until the New Day dawns from on high.

We Come From Love, We Return To Love, and Love Is All Around

“Since no one really knows anything about God,

those who think they do are just troublemakers.”*

The eighth-century Sufi female mystic Rabia best captures the scene in Luke 20:27-38. Some Sadducees approach Jesus in Jerusalem. He is nearing the end of his journey to the cross and resurrection, to return to whence he came. Up until now Jesus has been sparring most often with Pharisees who, like himself, believed in the resurrection from the dead. Sparring, or debating, Torah is what the Pharisees loved most! It was their way of trying to be closer to God, the living God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob. It was their love of debating Torah that sustained their hope in resurrection because they imagined that the eternity of the next age would offer them endless time to debate the meanings of Torah for ever and ever, all of the time! What could be better?

The Sadducees, on the other hand, were a more conservative group, largely located in Jerusalem – they were aristocrats and priestly families, maintaining the sacred life of sacrifices in the Temple. They felt they were responsible for the continued life of the people Israel. And they felt that there was little else to debate, discuss or learn about God and God’s ways. The Sadducees renounced fate, the concept that God commits evil (all evil emerges from humanity’s free will), the immortality of the soul (Plato et al), an afterlife, and postmortem rewards or punishments.

Their plan to trick Jesus and demonstrate how impossible and absurd hope in resurrection was, admittedly, a good one. They based it on the practice of Levirate Marriage. Levirate marriage is a type of marriage in which the brother of a deceased man who is childless is obliged to marry his brother's widow. Although its primary concern was to keep common family property in the family and continue the family line lest a widow marry outside the clan; it was also a way of protecting the widow and keeping her within the care of her deceased husband’s family.

So, some Sadducees, “those who say there is no resurrection,” come up with a fantastic version of Levirate marriage in which a poor widow remains childless through her marriage to seven brothers, each of whom dies childless. Which of the seven brothers, then, will be her husband in the resurrection? Ha! Let this country bumpkin from Galilee answer that one if he can. Surely this will demonstrate how absurd it is to believe in the resurrection of the dead.

Now surely Jesus can see just how absurd their puzzle is since it assumes the very thing the Sadducees deny: the resurrection of the dead! What do they care? Of course, it is just a trap. But not so fast. Although outside the canon of Torah and the Tanakh, the whole of Hebrew Scriptures, he might have sited the story of the mother and her seven sons who were tortured and killed by Antiochus IV for refusing to deny the God of Israel and eat some pork to prove their denial. One by one they all refused to disobey the commandments of their God. Their mother bore the anguish of watching her sons die with good courage “because of her hope in the Lord…Filled with a noble spirit, she reinforced her woman’s reasoning with a man’s courage, and said to them, ‘I do not know how you came into being in my womb. It was not I who gave you life and breath, nor I who set in order the elements within each of you. Therefore, the Creator of the world, who shaped the beginning of humankind and devised the origin of all things, will in his mercy give life and breath back to you again, since you now forget yourselves for the sake of his laws.’” [2 Maccabees 7:20-23] That is belief in the resurrection of the dead!

Jesus might have replied with this story. But Jesus showing infinite patience and wisdom has another answer. "Those who belong to this age marry and are given in marriage; but those who are considered worthy of a place in that age and in the resurrection from the dead neither marry nor are given in marriage. Indeed, they cannot die anymore, because they are like angels and are children of God, being children of the resurrection. And the fact that the dead are raised Moses himself showed, in the story about the bush, where he speaks of the Lord as the God of Abraham, the God of Isaac, and the God of Jacob. Now he is God not of the dead, but of the living; for to him all of them are alive."

We might note the not so subtle dig at the Sadducees when he says, “…but those who are considered worthy of a place in that age!” Ouch! The argument, of course, is that resurrection life will not be a replica of this life, and the commandments for living in this life have no relevance in the age to come. We say, at the time of our mortal death life is changed, not ended. Levirate marriage was necessary for preserving family lines in this world, but then we shall all be children of one father, one God, children of the resurrection! We are made one with all creation from the very beginning. Like Jesus, we shall all return to from whence we came.

Jesus shows patience and mercy with his opponents, a quality of character we would all do well to make our own. We live in a world in which troublemakers like the Sadducees in this story try to undermine all that is good and wonderful and true in this life with trick questions, false narratives and patent untruths. As Rabia learned 13 centuries ago in Basra, those who think they know it all and are unwilling to open themselves to that which is true are the real troublemakers – and they are often the saddest among us all. As the old quip puts it, “The Sadducees did not believe in the resurrection – that is why they are sad, you see!” And after the destruction of the Temple, the Sadducees disappeared from history altogether along with all parties and movements that refuse to align themselves with the truth. Thomas Aquinas, the thirteenth-century theologian, reminds us:                            All are having a relationship with God.

A pear taken from a limb and

set in a bowl,

surely it is talking to its Lord,

and happy that it is being honored for its life,

and somehow knowing

that soon it will be

returning to

Him.

We use words like “returning.”

Think about that. Inherent in that word is

separation,

and separation from God is never

really possible.

What can you be that He is not? “You

cannot be what I am not,”

my Lord once said

to me.*

*[Quotations from Rabia and Thomas Aquinas are from Love Poems From God, Daniel Ladinsky, translator, Penguin Compass, 2002, pp 27 & 147]