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Tuesday, May 24, 2016

The spiritual objective



 
Last Wednesday we held a mid-week Eucharist here, as we always do.  Quite often there are eight, ten, or even a dozen people at that service, and they are a tight-knit group that knows and cares for one another just as we do on Sunday morning.  Last week, though, only five people came, six if you include me.  Yet it struck me as I was preparing the table for the Eucharist that in its own way this small gathering was a perfect expression of the worship of the church.  It was very simple--no music, very little formal ceremony, just the Prayer Book and the Scriptures, a brief extemporaneous homily, prayers for the church, the world, and one another, and the thanksgiving meal of bread and wine.  If someone had just dropped by casually to see what was happening, they would have seen five older people and one not-exactly-young-anymore priest, standing around an old table in an old building saying old words and might have thought that nothing very extraordinary was going on.  They might not have thought to themselves that the Holy Spirit was present.  But I want to say that it was.
We hear a lot of talk nowadays about “spirituality.”  It is the term many people prefer to use in connection with what used to be called “religion,” and it has the advantage of being so vague and ill-defined that it can mean whatever you want it to.  In general, though, it refers to beliefs and practices that produce a subjective experience.   Because it is subjective, people name what they experience in many different ways.  It might be the same as other people’s spiritual experiences, or it might be completely different, and there’s no way to say for sure. 
But when it comes to “Christian Spirituality” we are talking about life in “the Holy Spirit”.  And this clearly refers not to a generality, but to a specific.  Now, it’s not my purpose here to get into what are “authentic experiences of the Holy Spirit,” and what are not.  Subjectively speaking, there might be no difference between what a Christian experiences in the Holy Spirit, and what any other person’s “spiritual experience” might be.  And the difference is not that those experiences are wrong, or that Christian experiences are better, but that Christian spirituality is not primarily subjective.  That is why we do not speak of the Holy Spirit as an experience we have, but as a gift that we receive.  It comes from beyond the realm of our own subjective experience, and our acceptance of it puts it to work, quite independently of us, and gives us life in the Spirit. 
In the Judeo-Christian tradition, the Spirit that matters is the spirit of the creator God, which is to say, it is the spirit of life.  Psalm 104 talks about how God withdraws the breath from living things and they die, and sends forth his Spirit and they are created, and here breath and Spirit are the same word.   You could say, then, that at its essence spirituality is simply being alive, being carried on the pulse of life that runs through and within and between all things. 
But something happens when we add that qualifier “Holy” to the word Spirit, which makes it mean more than simply the rhythm of life as it is.  It makes it to be also the renewing, transforming, liberating Spirit of life that is straining toward fulfillment.  This Holy Spirit is not only the one through whom God created the world once, long ago, and the one who sustains it in harmonious equilibrium now, but also the Spirit who is guiding the world onward to the fullness of truth.  It is the Spirit who seeks to bring about a further flourishing of life of which all that has been is but a foretaste and a promise. 
And this also is a distinctively Judeo-Christian way of looking at things.  Biblical cosmology does not describe the universe as an endlessly recurring cycle, arising from the eternal ground of existence and then dissolving back into it again and again.  Instead the Bible puts its emphasis is on the singular history of this universe, created by God for love of the beauty and goodness of these particular forms of existence.   Every one of God’s creatures is an utterly unique and precious member of the one great tree of life, united in the Creator Spirit with every other creature that is and was and is to be.   But what the Holy Spirit further reveals, first through the law and the prophets, and then in the person and work of Jesus Christ, is God’s great work of salvation.  God’s word and wisdom are coming into this world to free its precious creatures from a futile existence, bent toward negation and death, and bring them to full flower and fruitfulness. 
The work of the Holy Spirit weaves subjective experience, both ours and God’s, into the objective history of life on earth.  More than that, it creates a particular historic community to carry out God’s mission of saving the world.   The memory of this Spiritual history is the direct line that connects last week’s small gathering on Wednesday at noon, and this larger one this morning, with the event described in the story of Pentecost in the Book of Acts.   Because before there was a sound like a mighty rush of wind, and before the divided crowns of flame came down, and before the curious crowd came running to see, and hear of the mighty acts of God, each in his or her own native tongue, there was a community of friends who had come together to remember and to pray. 
They came together because there are some aspects of human experience that really aren’t meant to be kept to oneself, but need to be shared.  These are the deep and essentially human experiences, such as joy and gratitude for the wonder of life, thanksgiving for sharing in the existence of all things and for the privilege of giving and receiving love.  This fullness of experience overflows the vessel of our private subjectivity, and desires to join with others in song and dance and feasting, in play and celebration.   Also meant to be shared is our experience of deep sorrow at the transience of life and the loss of love, the burden of sickness and aging, our weariness of the world and fear of our dying.  This is experience that fights against isolation, that seeks the touch of another’s hand, and the recognition in the face of an other that we walk this road together.   And then there is our longing for deliverance, the hope that there is more, the need we have to encourage one another in the faith that God who is in heaven will in time renew the earth, and all griefs will be mended and every wound be healed.  
The people who gathered on Pentecost Day had shared these experiences together, at a level of intensity they hadn’t known was possible, in their journey with Jesus of Nazareth.  In him they saw revealed, with shattering objectivity and power, the height and breadth and depth of God’s engagement with the world.  And when they met to pray that morning, it was with the knowledge that, in their shared memory of Jesus, they held the promised future of the human race.   This is not a promise of becoming god-like, with supernatural knowledge or miraculous power.  It is the promise of becoming Christ-like, of knowing the Father through seeing the Son, and of receiving the gifts of the Spirit of truth to do the things that Jesus did. 
So that, like him, we can proclaim the nearness of the kingdom of God, and bless the poor, the gentle, and the brokenhearted; so that, like him, we can speak words of repentance and forgiveness, of reconciliation and peace; so that like him we can heal the sick, and feed the hungry, and welcome the outcast and the dispossessed, breaking bread with them at the table of God’s friendship; so that like him we can confront the powers of domination and death and bear witness in their presence to the invincible life and love of God. 
This is the pattern life in the Spirit, the worship in Spirit and truth, that came down on the church at Pentecost.  It doesn’t rule out spiritual exercises or practices of solitude and contemplation, for Jesus himself went often away alone to pray.  By definition, it does not exclude any aspect of human experience, including those that contemporary people call “spiritual.”  But neither does it privilege them over the merest acts of kindness or prayers said in desperation.  Life in the Spirit is connected with what is universally human, so it can communicate in any language, and take innumerable forms.  But it does tie all our experience back to a single center, to the remembrance of a single person, who is the objective revelation of the work of the Holy Spirit in the world.

Belonging is hearing





Every Sunday after this service we have a reception over in the parish hall.  I make an effort to put in at least a brief appearance each week, although it is harder to do so after the early service, because the time between is short, and sometimes it is all I can do to get in a quick trip to the bathroom.  But I do enjoy going over and seeing what’s good to eat and how folks are doing.  And often I find one or more people waiting to talk to me.  The topics vary—sometimes it’s matter of church business someone didn’t get around to bringing up with me during the week.   Sometimes it is a personal matter, a subject of concern or a happy circumstance of life that someone wants to tell me about.  And then, every once in a while, a person will come up to me with a theological question.
This happened to me last Sunday, and I don’t know if this person had been looking ahead at the readings for this week—I suppose probably not.  But it was kind of uncanny, because what she asked me was “where do you hear the voice of Jesus?”  I was taken aback a little and had to think about it for a second, and then I gave a rather rambling answer in which I tried to describe various contexts which I have had the perception of what I thought might be the voice of Jesus, or at least the presence of his mind.  And I don’t know if she was satisfied with my answer—if she wasn’t, she was polite enough not to say so—but I do know that I wasn’t, and it wasn’t until this week, when I began to study the gospel passage we read today, that I understood why.
You see, I think my answer was actually kind of misleading, not because I don’t believe it’s possible to hear Jesus’ voice, or because I don’t believe I ever have, but because any expectations I might have raised about where his voice can be heard, or how we’ll know that it is his, are probably just going to get in the way of her hearing it.  When Jesus talks about hearing his voice, as he does in this morning’s reading from the Gospel of John, he’s not talking about the conditions under which we might have an experience of him.  He’s talking about what he has done to establish a relationship with us.  Hearing the voice of Jesus is a function of belonging to his sheep.
When the Jewish leaders in Jerusalem come up to Jesus in the temple they speak to him as if he owes them an explanation.  They want to know why, if he is God’s Messiah, he won’t come right out and tell them so.  But the reason they are so bent out of shape about this is that he fails to satisfy their expectations.  They have a high sense of their own place in God’s scheme of things, and if Jesus is really here to carry out the purposes of God, then surely he will get to work on their agenda.  And this is how we all are, more or less, at least part of the time.  We’re not sure about Jesus because he doesn’t seem to be doing what we think he ought to do—he’s not making us happier, or holier, or more successful.  He’s not improving the people we want him to improve.  He’s not fixing what seems to be broken in the world, or the things that are broken in us.   So it would be nice if he would say something, to reassure us, to let us know that he is here, that is paying attention, and does care, and will get around at some point to making things better for us.
But Jesus says, “I did speak to you.  I did show you who I am as plain as day, but you did not believe.”  And the point here is not that there is some kind of “believing in Jesus” that might convince him that we are worthy of being counted among his sheep, or that we deserve to hear his voice, and if we keep on trying we will eventually get it right. “You do not believe,” says Jesus, “because you do not belong to my sheep.”  In other words, believing in Jesus is something that comes about because we belong to his sheep, not the other way around.  Until we take that initial step of trusting that he has taken us under his guidance and care, anything we believe about him will probably be no more than our own mistaken notion.  We won’t see his works, and we won’t hear his voice.
Believing in Jesus grows out of accepting his love for and acceptance of us.  But how can you have that kind of trusting relationship with someone whose voice you haven’t heard, who you don’t really know how to believe in?  Well, it’s a very important question, and the answer isn’t the one we probably want to hear.  Simply put, we have to borrow it from someone else.  We have to take someone else’s word for it.  That’s what the author of John means when he writes, near the end of the Gospel, that this book is “written so that you may believe.”  And that’s why Jesus doesn’t talk about being my sheep, but about belonging to my sheep.  Because sheep belong to a flock.
This is humbling, even humiliating for us modern people, who prize our individual autonomy and personal authority above all.  And it must be said that belonging to Jesus’ flock does involve risk.  There is the ever-present danger that those who have leadership in the flock, who claim to hear the voice of Jesus, are self-deceived, or worse, self-serving.  There is the risk that the flock could see their belonging as a title to preferential treatment or a guarantee of purity, and proceed exclude, expel, and even persecute those they decide don’t qualify.  There’s the possibility that belonging to the flock will become blurred with other exclusionary forms of belonging, with racism or sexism, nationalism or party politics, and become just another tool of hatred, injustice, and violence.
Christians have shown themselves capable of creating communities of belonging like this.  But so are every other kind of people, which leads me to believe that this is an endemic problem not of being Christian but of being human.  And for all the human ailments that afflict the church, there is still at its heart, in its constitution, you might say, an invitation to a different mode of belonging.  It is put forward for us in the Revelation to John as a vision of the church as it will be, an image of a great throng from every family, and language, and tribe, and nation, worshipping together before the throne of God.  It is a community guided and protected by the lamb at the center of the throne, the slaughtered lamb who is their shepherd, whom they trust and follow because he isn’t swayed by anyone’s narrow and self-interested agenda, but has entrusted himself completely to God. 
The testimony of the first followers of Jesus is that he identified himself so completely with the work of God that he could say “I and the Father are one.”  By which he means that his personal mission is one with the creative activity of the Father.  His act of laying down of his life for the sheep is one with God’s act of loving the world so much that he gave his only Son, that the world might be saved through him.   This is more than simply a statement about the divinity of Jesus, and why he was worthy to be raised from the dead.  It’s an invitation to a new way of being human, founded not on the exclusion of a vilified other—be it a sexual other, a religious or ethnic or political other, or any other kind—but founded on the Father’s loving embrace of all whom he has made.   
This way of belonging comes into our lives in the witness of other followers of Jesus to the fullness of life that flows from his gift to the world of himself.  It is a gift he gave without discrimination, to hopeless sinners and self-righteous enemies and faithless disciples alike.  To accept this gift is to be known by him and to follow him, as one who belongs to his sheep.  This is how we come to believe, and to hear his voice, how we learn at last to love as he loves.  It’s how we belong, not just to a church, or to a religion, but to the life of God, that cannot be taken from us, and will never pass away.

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I am a priest in the Episcopal Church, and have been (among other things) an organic farmer and gardener, and a Zen monk. I have a lifelong interest in social and spiritual renewal on the basis of contemplative discipline, creative nonviolence, and ecological practice. In recent years my work has focused intensely on the responsibility of pastoral ministry in the humanistic, evangelical, and catholic branch of Christianity known as Anglicanism. I'm married with a daughter, and have three brothers and two parents.