We pray with confidence; we live in hope.
Monday, August 31, 2020
Our Experience
We pray with confidence; we live in hope.
Sunday, August 30, 2020
Our Willingness
“To come after me you must deny yourself, and take up your cross.” It is always sobering to hear these words of Jesus.
But we know the great beauty of the gift he first gave us - the gift of his very Self - which has drawn us beyond ourselves. We are willing to lose ourselves, for we have found in his love the very reason for our being itself.
Our promise to follow him inevitably entails an availability, a surrender, a willingness to suffer and die with him.
Jesus wants all that we are. And he deeply desires to give all of himself away to us. Let us open to him.
Saturday, August 29, 2020
As John is Beheaded
We have the normal bodily response, which
is fight or flight, fear and anger. But another style of response emerges from
our souls. From that core piece of ourselves that doesn’t have any shape, size,
color or weight, but gives us infinite value and dignity. And this response is
an aesthetic response. It’s the one that causes us to hunger for beauty, to be
called by beauty to partake in beauty, to pay attention to compassionate
actions, to sacrifice for a neighbor, to keep a neighbor safe.
These actions and these acts of beauty,
like the Sermon on the Mount, like the Lincoln Second Inaugural often involve
flipping the script, upending values. On one level, these acts of beauty and
pure gift and loving care are radically illogical. They are vulnerability in the
face of danger. They are gentleness in the midst of bitterness. They are
compassion in the midst of strife, but these are the acts that have the power
to shock. These are the acts that have the power to open hearts. These are the
acts that have a power to shock a revolution in our culture and in our
consciousness.
We don’t get to choose our condition. We do
get to choose our response. And even in the bitterness of this hard time, I’ve
seen individual acts and collective acts of giving and change and facing hard
truths and uncomfortable conversations that are a little sparks of beauty in
what has all been rocky and dark.
We are grateful for the witness of courageous women and men throughout the history of our Church, our nation and our world.
The Beheading of John the Baptist, Rembrandt van Rijn, Dutch, Leiden 1606–1669 Amsterdam, etching and drypoint. The Metropolitan Museum of Art. Used with permission. Lines by David Brooks.
Friday, August 28, 2020
With Saint Augustine and Saint Bernard
"Your desire is your prayer; and if your desire is without ceasing, your prayer will also be without ceasing. The continuance of your longing is the continuance of your prayer." Saint Augustine
Thursday, August 27, 2020
Belonging
My being is present in others as guilt or grace. We are not just ourselves; or more correctly, we are ourselves - with others and through others.
Truly we belong to each other and understand ourselves in communion, in community, in connectedness.
Photograph by Brother Brian. Lines from Eschatolgy by Joseph Ratzinger.
Wednesday, August 26, 2020
Enough
Tuesday, August 25, 2020
Worthy
Which of us is worthy - of
love, of real relationship, of holy communion? Only the love of the other,
earthly or divine; only that gaze of love can draw any one of us into the reality of our belovedness. Small wonder that the intuition of the Church has placed this prayer
just before Communion, “O Lord, I am not worthy.” We are not worthy, but truly
loved beyond measure. Only Love has made us worthy. Indeed, in his desire for each
one of us, in his dying and rising for us, Jesus has loved us into
worthiness. He simply refuses to not love us, no matter what.
Still we know the closer we get to him, the more clearly we see who we are. Always with the realization of God’s nearness, there is not boasting or complacency but awe and reverence and bitter self-knowledge. Who am I? The response of a grateful, awe-filled heart is always appropriately - I am not worthy. Noticing the blessing, the undeserved abundance, we see clearly who the recipient is, worthy, blest and beloved not because of what we have accomplished but because of who God is - all Love. It’s never been about worth, but always about love, and the sweet condescension of his mercy, the tenderness you never really deserve.
A vintage photo of the monastic choir.