Wisdom…

A wandering mind is made stable by reading, vigil and prayer. Flaming lust is extinguished by hunger, labor and solitude. Stirrings of anger are calmed by psalmody, magnanimity and mercifulness. All this has its effect when used at its proper time and in due measure. Everything untimely or without proper measure is short-lived; and short-lived things and more harmful than useful.

Abba Evagrius the Monk

This Sunday's Homily in Advance…

Sunday of the Blind Man
May 29, 2011

Lord, it’s Sunday morning and we are here, drawn to this place from many places. The week is behind us. A new day is here.

Lord, open our eyes.

Each of us has our own reasons for being here today. Some have come for the sake of routine. Some are here looking for shelter from the storm. Some are troubled and some have deep joy. Some worship because they believe they owe you and some are filled with love and awe. Regardless of why we are here this morning….

Lord, open our eyes.

Gracious Lord, life is both amazing and terrifying at times. We’re riding a small blue ball hurtling alone through space and the days of our lives are like a sigh in the storm. We live but we’re not always sure why. We cling to small things to explain everything and the mystery of it all can be overwhelming. In our soulful ponderings…

Lord, open our eyes.

At times we are well. At time we are downtrodden. We bear in our bodies both the durable strength of an amazing creation and the everyday marks of mortality reminding us that we, too, shall pass. Resilient and fragile. Enduring and as light as a whisper. Possessed of a will to live yet gone in an instant. As we are in this form waiting to be transformed…

Lord, open our eyes.

Out toil consumes us at times and enriches us as well. We eat from the sweat of our brow and yet there is still creative light within us released by the work of our hands. In all that we must do and all that we choose to do, as we create and recreate, and set our hands to the tasks before us…

Lord, open our eyes.

Because You love we love and our lives are filled with this love, even when it breaks our heart. Our love is a faltering flame but still it warms us. Our love is a shadow of Yours but it still can be true. We fight to love. We fail to love. We hope to love. And as we grasp for everything that love is and can be…

Lord, open our eyes.

And at the final hour, when all is done and the only breath that remains is your Spirit, the only life the life you have given us, and our sun sets in the hope of the dawn. When every moment is sealed for eternity. When all our earthly joys become heavenly and every tear is wiped away. When our work is done, our love is left behind, and only the good remains…

Lord, open our eyes.

Because, Lord, whoever we are, wherever we go, however the path of our life unfolds we need most of all to see you.

There are a thousand distractions but only one Truth. There are uncounted dark corners but only one light. We dream almost every night for good or bad but there is only one hope. We look for a way out, a way up, a way through, but there is only one salvation. We wander in the dark and yet there is only one true path.

Grant us to see you Lord to the fullness of who you are, as much as we can understand in our hearts. Grant us to see you so that we can know what is good and right and holy and true and perfect and eternal. Grant us to see you so we know which way to go and how to direct our lives. Everything around us screams for our attention, desires to draw us here and there. Grant us to see you Lord so that our days are full of everything that matters and that the world, not just with its darkness but also its glorious destiny are always with us.

Blind as we are we ask that you touch our eyes with your healing. Let our baptismal washing continue to illuminate us. May the vision we receive from you change everything about us. Let it be that which lets us see the world, each other, everything in our lives, and especially you as it was all meant to be. And if in the course of the days of our lives our eyes track away, if anything or everything less captures our sight draw us back to You, our clarity, our truth, and our salvation.

Lord, how blind we are without you. How confused. How challenged. How rudderless. Yet when your vision becomes ours how great is our light, our faith, our perception, and our peace.

Heal us Lord and open our eyes.

Wisdom…

‘Strive for peace with all men, and for the holiness without which no one will see the Lord’ (Heb. 12:14), Why did he say ‘strive’? Because it is not possible for us to become holy and to be saints in an hour! We must therefore progress from modest beginnings toward holiness and purity. Even were we to spend a thousand years in this life we should never perfectly attain it. Rather we must always struggle for it every day, as if mere beginners.

St Symeon the New Theologian

Had enough?

Me too.

I basically don’t watch the news much anymore because I simply don’t want to know. I’ve been reduced to being a child with my head under the covers, hoping the thunderstorm outside will go away and the monsters underneath my bed will sink back into the floor. Imagine, a grown man afraid of the dark.

Except for one thing. There is an out to all of this, a whiff of fresh air that reveals the other end of the tunnel, a little bit of candle that has survived the wind. I despair of the world at times but I remain convinced that Jesus is who he said he was, did what he did, and because of it all there’s a way through.

Now its not an easy way. We, you, I, everyone, have had our selves, body, mind and soul pounded with a pattern of existence that is anti -human, We’ve been, since the earliest moments of our conciousness, afloat in a sea of anti-culture, a way of life torn from sanity where we’ve been reduced to the basic parts of who we are with no greater whole. Your life is this moment. Your senses are deities. Your thoughts are oracles. Your urges are scripture. You are meant by the fates to crawl to the top of this context and achieve whatever you think the promise is. If a little pain comes up along the way, why we have things for that.

If you open your eyes just for a moment, step out of the matrix, you’ll see, maybe for the first time, how pervasive it all is. We’ve been pathological for so long that we think our sickness is health and our madness is sanity. What we presume to be normal is killing us and its hard to find a way out because our anti-culture preserves itself by blocking all the exits like a police officer walking us by a smoking hole filled with bodies and telling us “Move along people, there’s nothing to see here.”

Yet for those brave souls who do risk popping their head above their cubicle a discovery awaits. At first it doesn’t seem real. It’s so different, so unnatural to our conditioning. It is a voice clear and calm, without anger or fear and full of hope. It is a light piercing even if it can be barely seen and purer than the sun. It is a sense that seems like nonsense at first because it varies so greatly from the normal we’ve constructed, but a sense that once let it becomes the most profound wisdom. It is peace in confusion. It is an alternative to everything.

It is Jesus.

Yes, this crazy world with its crazy people, myself included, have somehow managed to mangle our understanding even of Jesus but that doesn’t mean who he is, what he says, and the way he shows to us isn’t truth. The dead ends don’t mean the journey is useless, and the failures, myself included, don’t mean that it doesn’t work. If you want to escape the maze you’ve got to push to get out. You’ve got to be just desperate enough to try, and hopeful enough to see in a way that others may not. You must pass from life to death and sometimes the passage is a traumatic kind of labor.

Yet even if all you can do is just barely see beyond sight, hope beyonf the moment, and reach out beyond yourself God, in love, will reach out as well and slowly but surely lift you up to what you were designed to be, a creature more than a moment, more than an urge, more than what you own, a being created to transform, transcend, and shine, a being whose destiny is to be linked to God.

For such a purpose God came to us, in Christ, breaking in and through our illusions to join with us and help us find our way. In Christ we have a teacher who provides the most excellent guidance. In him we have a physician for our deepest ills. In him we have the opportunity for a kind of existence that flows in and through this reality but points to something higher and better. In following him we become human in the best sense of the word. In him we see unextinguished light. In him we find the very definition of love. We fail but he remains.

The wise will see and understand.

If you are under 40…

you have to realize something. The way you’ve learned about the world, whether in school, or through the media, or in the discourse of public culture has largely been shaped by the most selfish and self centered generation of human beings ever to breathe air, the Baby Boomers.

Coddled as the children of parents tired of depression and war your teachers, your politicians, your clergy, the cop down the street and the person who writes for TV drank deeply from the well of self centeredness and in turn stained everything they touched with the same. The hippies are now in charge and this is what they have taught you.

There is nothing right or wrong beyond your feelings. Your feelings are the only evidence you need to decipher reality. Evidence is irrelevant, tradition is meaningless, only the moment and your thoughts at the time matter. There is no truth beyond your perception.

The ultimate goal in life is freedom which is defined not as the freedom to act responsibly but rather the elimination of all restraints real or imagined. To be free means that you can do what you want, when you want, and how you want, with the only caveat being that you try not to hurt others in the process. Discipline is repression. Expression of any and all urges, emotions, thoughts, or actions is a social good.

You are the judge and jury of your own world. There is no “our” there is only “me” and people who are like “me”. What the larger world may think is irrelevant as long as “I” think it’s okay. The mantra, “You can’t judge me…”

Now you may wonder why everything seems to be coming apart at the seams these days. The economy is dismal. The culture is crude and getting worse. There are hundreds of tears in the social fabric. Our leaders are emotional and spiritual children. We are in the process of de-evolving into barbarians. Hardly anyone notices because all they live for is the next mobile device, the next “hook up”, or the next party.

Well all those things that you see, the unease that you may feel, the angst at how you are to survive in this brave new world are all because two generations, the teachers and the taught, are trying to live a philosophy of life that is simply unworkable in the real world. The free love, free drugs, free experiences, and free economy of the 60’s didn’t work even in the 60’s, just ask Janis Joplin and Jimi Hendrix, but the illusion has remained, clung to by a group of people who have ridden it to power, economically exploited it, and left all of you with the STD’s, the addictions, and the bill.

Ever notice who has all the money these days? Ever notice the folks who protested the war but now have no problem sending you into the fight? Ever thought about the people who told you that “If you can’t be with the one you love, love the one you’re with” still can’t admit they were wrong even when people die for practicing what they preach? Isn’t it strange that people who campaigned for free speech are the same ones telling you what can and cannot say, what you can and cannot eat, and how you must think about the world or the success they dangle in front of you will be taken away?

And what’s worse is that long after these people, and I’m on the tail end of the Baby Boom myself, die you will be stuck with the mess. You get the scraps. You get the illness. You and your children and probably their’s as well. You’ve been served, royally, and the only hope is that a few will wake up from this terrible dream, enough to keep the world in some sort of liveable condition.

Turn off your TV, unplug yourself from the electronic nipple, get a life and maybe you will be saved.

The utility man…

was in the neighborhood yesterday, sounding out the gas lines and marking the lawns with paint and flags. The trees are coming back.

This past winter marked a decimation of the trees on my block. The emerald ash borer had arrived and rather than wait until the plague spread the trees came down and their stumps ground down to the level of the grass. I understand, but still there is something somber about a fallen tree and the place where it stood begins to look like a smile with some of the teeth punched out.

Among the charms of living in an older city are the trees, some of whom pre-date the neighborhood and a lucky few that preceded even the people. Without them a city is just a human zoo covered with boxes, no shade, no green, no nature to break up the monotony until the horizon. When the trees disappear a little of what a place “home” goes with them. Our block was starting to look like a new suburb, houses without character, buildings without shade from the remorseless sun.

Yet the utility man was here, sounding out gas lines and painting lawns so the planters could dig without fear. New trees are coming, maples probably as they seem to be the only ones without an insect of some sort trying to destroy them. There will be noise and then there will be silence as the small trees reach for the sun and begin their life above, beyond, and still in the place where they were planted. Houses and people will go, but the trees watch over generations, sentinels of time, and free of disease or calamity will care for our children’s children.

Nature has moments…

of beauty, for sure, but there is an underlying cruelness to it all that most of us simply wish away like the whole thing is a Disney film.

No lion would actually allow a baboon to touch its cub. The “wondrous circle of life” we hear about each time a gazelle is downed by a cheetah is not so wondrous to the prey. If there are three goldfish in a bowl and one dies the other two get to eat. Without the ability to make shelters and organize ourselves we would be in the same boat ourselves.

That’s the facts.

It’s good to care for the earth. It’s good to see the moments of beauty that are all around us, the remnants of the Creator’s intent. Yet its good to be wise as well and not forget that hawks still eat rabbits, your sweet pet can turn into a snarling ball of fur, and humans, the apex of it all, kill for no reason in particular.

I'm watching a program…

on TV called “Hogs Gone Wild.”

The premise is rather simple; people, and sometimes dogs, tracking down feral hogs. Apparently there are places in the US where domestic hogs have become feral and can do significant damage. They’re smart. They’re hungry. They can be dangerous. These aren’t the happy little pigs on old McDonald’s farm.

Living in the city I have little idea what I’d do if my small piece of land were to become home to a wild pig. Thankfully, though, they’re quite edible and I suppose I could have them over for dinner presuming I could catch them. Regardless, the show is fascinating in its own way, a hunting show where the people may be the prey if they’re not careful.