Thursday, September 21, 2017

Toward Us


To desire God is to possess him, for it is God who desires us first and without ceasing.

Painted initial from an early Cistercian manuscript. 

Wednesday, September 20, 2017

Martyrs of Korea

In today’s Gospel, Jesus compares the people of his time to “children who sit in the marketplace and call to one another, ‘We played the flute for you, but you did not dance. We sang a dirge, but you did not weep.’” Life in Christ requires the docility, spontaneity and trust, in short, enough of the sense of play, to let God be the author of the game, and to join in as he calls it out to us in the course of our daily lives; knowing that he has nothing but our good in mind and the desire to have us share in his joy and fullness of life. The Korean martyrs, whom we remember today, are outstanding examples of believers who stuck to playing God’s game right through the most difficult circumstances and the fiercest opposition. In persecutions lasting over 100 years, over 10,000 Koreans gave their lives, giving the young church in Korea the fourth largest number of saints in the Catholic world. May their prayers help us to overcome all obstinacy and hardness of heart as we acknowledge our sins…

Painted initial from an early Cistercian manuscript. Meditation from today's Mass by Father Timothy.

Sunday, September 17, 2017

Immeasurabilty

    This morning’s parable is full of outlandish details. The first servant owes his master what would be about $600,000, equivalent to 160,000 days wages in Jesus’ day. His fellow servant owes him just 100 denarii - about $20; that was 100 day’s wages. That’s a lot too, but there’s no comparison. The message is clear. And we cringe when that dumb servant who’s been forgiven so much can’t forgive the smaller debt owed him. We know he is a fool who doesn’t know enough to do as has been done to him. Empowered by the compassion of his master, he sees himself as entitled now to push other people around. He doesn’t get it. 
    This parable is ultimately a wisdom tale, begging us to choose rightly. With a grateful heart, aware of all that God gives and forgives, we are invited to gratefully go and do likewise - to love as God loves, to forgive as God forgives - without measure. And when so much mercy has been lavished upon me over and over again, since Jesus places no limits on his forgiveness, how can I not forgive, not love, not show mercy and compassion? That would simply be ungrateful and so foolish.
    When it comes to love and compassion, mercy and forgiveness, God always overdoes it. That's how love operates; it expresses the "economy of gift, the logic of abundance." When we ask for forgiveness, God says, “I remember your sin no longer”? There is no proportion in it. It is pure gift. And the reality of this excess and superfluity, this too-muchness of God, runs through the whole of salvation history. And it all reaches its perfection in Jesus. This too-muchness of God is perfectly expressed in him, in his signs and words, in his passion, dying and resurrection. It is Jesus who reveals this boundlessness and immeasurability of God's love and compassion and forgiveness.
    And so once again this morning Jesus will fill us with an infinity of compassion, more than we deserve, in the Eucharist; squandering himself, becoming our food so that he can be dissolved in us. It's what he did on the cross, giving everything, even forgiving his tormentors. It's what lovers do; loving without measure, losing themselves. Jesus assures us that kind of self-forgetfulness is possible for us - with him. 

Photograph by Brother Brian. Excerpts from this morning's homily with some insights from Gerhard Lohfink, Jesus of Nazareth, pp. 242ff.

Friday, September 15, 2017

With Her

At the cross her station keeping,
Stood the mournful Mother weeping,
Close to Jesus to the last.

If ever you have silently accompanied someone you loved as they lay sick and dying, and had to trust that your quiet presence alone would somehow suffice, then you understand the power and beauty of Mary's presence with Jesus in his agony and death. Loving presence means everything. 

As he died on the cross, Jesus gave us his Mother to be our Mother as well. Now and always she lovingly accompanies us in all that we suffer.

We remain at the cross with Mary meditating in sorrow but also in hope. Jesus now risen from the dead has turned our mourning into gladness. We promise to be hope for one another in him.

Virgin and the Man of Sorrow, detail, Simon Marmion, c.1485, oil on panel, Groeninge Museum, Bruges, Belgium.

Thursday, September 14, 2017

Precious Cross

Hail, O cross, consecrated by the body of Christ; his members have made your wood more noble than precious pearls. 

“I no longer call you servants,” says Jesus, “rather now I call you friends, for I have made known to you everything that I have heard from my Father.” Everything the Father has and is belongs to Jesus. And he tells us that he wants to give it all to us- this everything of God’s love.

“I have much more to tell you, but you cannot bear it now.” In the Gospel of John, Jesus speaks these words before his hour- the hour of his crucifixion, death and resurrection. It is this hour that will make everything clear. For this hour, this event with all of its unbearable horror and great mystery, is the hour of Jesus’ glorification. His friends are not yet ready for the truth of this hour.

It is only in the aftermath of Jesus’ hour that the Spirit will reveal to us all truth, the astonishing truth that God has brought us unending life and hope through Jesus’ crucified and disfigured humanity; all because love is worth it. Certainly this is reason enough to give thanks, rejoice greatly and celebrate today’s feast of The Exaltation of the Holy Cross.

The transept of the Abbey church in a photograph by Brother Daniel. This cross,  venerated by the monks on each Good Friday, has a tiny reliquary with a fragment of the True Cross. Adorned as it is with flowers and candle, it will remain in the transept for today's Feast and tomorrow's Memorial of Our Lady of Sorrows.

Wednesday, September 13, 2017

Do Come

I give you thanks that you have become for me a day without evening and a sun without setting; for you have no place to hide, as you fill the universe with your glory! You never hide from anyone, though we hide from you always, unwilling to enter your presence. Where, after all, would you hide - you who can find no resting place? And why would you hide - you who never reject or turn aside from a single one of your creatures?

Come then, holy Lord, pitch your tent in me; make me your abiding home, your dwelling forever. O good One, do not leave your servant...Remain with me, Lord; do not abandon me.

Lines from a hymn of Saint Simeon the New Theologian. 

Tuesday, September 12, 2017

The Most Holy Name of Mary

As we celebrate Mary today, we recall these words of Saint Bernard of Clairvaux, our twelfth-century Cistercian father.

Whoever you are who perceive yourself during this mortal existence to be drifting in treacherous waters at the mercy of the winds and the waves rather than walking on firm ground, turn your eyes not away from the splendor of this guiding star, unless you wish to be submerged by the storm!...Look at the star, call upon Mary...With her for a guide, you will never go astray...under her protection, you have nothing to fear; if she walks before you, you will not grow weary; if she shows you favor you will reach the goal. 

Detail of the Abbey's copy of a Della Robbia Madonna in a photograph by Brother Brian. Lines from the Homily Super Missus Est, II, 17.