Tuesday, May 29, 2012

God is pervasively close to us, driving us to glory – Rom 8:26-30


Moreau Lucenarium, Feast of St. Edward the Confessor, 2011; I've just come off retreat, so no preaching this past week.  Here's an old one from last Fall.  I'm about to leave for some time in Haiti, so I won't post again for a couple of weeks.

I remember the first time I saw St. Edward the Confessor, today’s saint (and patron not just of Fr. Sorin but also of ___ ___, our cantor – wish him a happy feast at the social!).

I first saw him in the Bayeux tapestry, which is basically an 11th Century comic strip, almost as long as a football field, depicting the run-up to and execution of the Norman Conquest of England in which St. Edward features rather prominently.  Here are two interesting things about the Bayeux tapestry – it’s not from Bayeux, and it’s not a tapestry.  The Bayeux name comes from where it was found after being lost for a few hundred years, but why it’s called a tapestry is rather a mystery to me given that it’s actually an embroidery.

Now, for those of you not up on your textile art, let me explain the difference: a tapestry is made by taking a bunch of colored threads and weaving them together to make a pattern or a picture.  An embroidery is where you take an already woven piece of cloth (beige in this case) and sew pieces of thread into it to make patterns or pictures.  Maybe people call it a tapestry because they’re so enamoured with the action in the pictures that they miss the cloth they’re sown into.  And that’s a shame.

…Because life is an embroidery, not a tapestry.  The world is not just a bunch of threads that hold themselves together; the world is held on, suspended in, a seamless cloth.  Like those images in the Bayeux embroidery, we have form only because each and every stitch that makes us up is knotted in to God.  You and I can only exist in relationship together in the same space because the space between us is full of God.  The Spirit is within and between us, enveloping us and, as Paul says here, searching us and praying for us.

Romans 8, the chapter our reading is drawn from, is Paul’s gospel of hope.  In fact, just two verses before the start of our reading comes the line Pope Benedict used as the title of one of his encyclicals: in hope, we are saved; Spe salvi.  The link between hope and the Spirit’s enveloping and penetrating of us is key to the logic of this chapter of Romans and the Holy Father draws it out beautifully in his encyclical, telling us: it is in prayer that we learn hope.  If there is no one to listen, God listens.  If I have no one to talk to, I have God.  If there is no one to meet some need or desire that goes beyond the human capacity for hope, I hope in God.

Friends, if true hope is hope in God; true hope is also hope for something, hope for salvation.  The pervasiveness of the Spirit is the pervasiveness of our crucified and risen savior.  Resurrection is the hue of the cloth in which we are sown.  Recall the chain of verbs that closes our reading: foreknow, predestine, call, justify, glorify.  This chain shows the relentless action of God – God never relents from loving us; God never relents from pushing us onwards to live out the glory that Jesus won for us.
The resurrection is not an exception or an irruption into the normal course of human affairs – it is the cloth we’re knit into.  It is the true normal.

I would wish you a glorious break – and a glorious life – but someone much more powerful than me has already done that!

Friday, May 18, 2012

Jesus looks at us – John 16:20-23


Friday of the 6th week of Easter; St. Joseph parish.

She was scared to be left alone with him.  My friend Abi recently had her first child, a beautiful baby boy named Jack, and she shared with me during the pregnancy what her greatest anxiety was – it wasn’t how her and her husband would cope with the huge changes to come in their lives, it wasn’t sleepless nights, it wasn’t labor; it was that first time after the birth that she would be left alone the baby.  How would she know what to do?  Of course, that time eventually came.  After the birth, once she had come home from the hospital, and friends and family had left, after a while her husband had to leave too go to the store.  She took a deep breath to try and calm her nerves, and then looked down at the impossibly precious bundle in her arms.  Jack looked back at her.  He couldn’t smile yet, but he could look with love.  At that moment, Abi felt no anxiety, only joy.

In that moment, she understood the surprising good news that Jesus had for his disciples in the upper room and has for us today.  While we may want to see Jesus (and I hope we do), what gives joy to our hearts is that Jesus will see us.  He says, “I will see you and your hearts will rejoice.”

Do we long for that searching loving gaze?  Do we prepare for it now, by showing him our all in our prayer?  Do we show the good, so as he can see gifts given to be handed on?  Do we trust that he can take it when we show our pain and lament, so as he can see our wounds that match his? Do we trust in his love to show our failings, our temptations and our wrong-doings, so as he can see what to forgive to send us out into the world as agents of forgiveness?

Having Christ born in us is scary.  That kind of honesty involves serious labor pains.  It leads to that look of love.  It leads to joy.