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Showing posts with label death. Show all posts
Showing posts with label death. Show all posts

17 April 2011

When God came way down below ...

There was once a man who set out to find the end of the world. The man was a great philosopher. He was not happy here. Philosophers are never happy here. Now is not their time and here is not their space.


He left his family - children, wife, parents - and went on this crazy mad search to find the end of the world. He passed many mountains, many seas. It was a long journey, naturally, very, very long, and many times he thought he had arrived.


Whenever he started feeling tired he would think he had arrived. Whenever he was feeling exhausted he would deceive himself for a while, but sooner or later, after a great rest, he would start seeing things again and the idea would start persisting again: the end has not come yet, it is still the middle - because he could see further ahead, the horizon was still there, as far away as before. So he would commence his journey again.


On his way he passed many temples and many teachers - people who had arrived, people who thought they had arrived. And they all said and claimed that this was the end of the world. Where was he going? And he would also believe in them and he would stay with them for a time being but sooner or later he would become disillusioned. 

They had not come to the very end themselves, these teachers. And these temples were just again symbols of the tiredness of man, of limitations, of human limitations - limitations of mind and reason and feeling. But the end was not here. And he had to start his pilgrimage again.


And it is said that after a long long long time he finally came to a place that looked like the end. And this time he was not tired and this time he was not exhausted either and this time he was not in any way deceiving himself. Moreover there was no temple and no teacher, he was absolutely alone. And the horizon had suddenly disappeared. There was no further goal.


Even if he had wanted to continue the journey there was nowhere to go. There was a sign saying: 'This is the end of the world'. Someone who had been there before must have put it there out of compassion for those who might dare to come. The man was standing on the very edge of the world - a great cliff beyond which there was nothing but chaos, nothing but nothingness, a tremendous emptiness -- much like the cosmos was in the moment before God created heaven and earth.


And of course he became very frightened. He had not imagined to find chaos - that if you come to the end -- or, for that matter, to the beginning -- you will come to chaos. He had not been thinking of that; it was so unexpected. There was no God, there was no paradise - just chaos, utter chaos, emptiness. You can imagine him standing there on the last cliff, trembling, shaking like a leaf in a strong wind.


He could not take another step. He became so frightened that he escaped back to the world and into the world. He didn't even look at the other side of the sign. The sign board had some other message on the other side. On one side it was written: 'This is the end of the world', and on the other side was written: 'This is the beginning of the other'.


He was frightened, and that's all he knew. So frightened that he forgot that there might be a message on the other side of the sign. He escaped. He didn't look back. He came back to the world and into the world and lost himself into worldly affairs so that he no longer remembered. He banished that dangerous cliff from his dreams, and with it his dream of finding the end of the world.

Jesus, however, took the plunge down that cliff. There was no God, there was no paradise - just chaos, utter chaos, emptiness. "My God, my God, why", he screamed, yet he didn't run back into the world like that philosopher, for he knew that he was in the world, but not of the world.  He took the plunge, and, as our text says,
emptied himself, taking the form of a slave, being born in human likeness. And being found in human form, he humbled himself and became obedient to the point of death-- even death on a cross.
Albrecht Duerer: Ecce Homo 


The act of emptying himself in self-surrender, complete humility and trust -- that amazing plunge is called kenosis by Christians, and sunyata by Buddhists.

Both terms describe someone who leaves his head behind and follows his heart, someone who stops being attached to the things of this world, someone who has given up all desires and attachments, someone who replaces worries with trust, someone who believes that letting go of everything that was will make room for a new beginning.

This strand of Biblical tradition does not show us a Jesus who was an object needed to appease God; it was his free will to plunge into the abyss of ultimate human suffering.  His death on the cross was the ultimate consequence of his obedience, of his authentic life among those way down below who wouldn't back down even when the powers that be threatened his life.

When Jesus took the plunge by putting himself into the deadly machinery of Roman justice, he suffered and died. But God canceled his death. The "Man of Sorrows" dying between two criminals on the shameful cross became the Lord of the Universe, and our text takes us beyond Easter Morning, all the way to the Ascension:

God also highly exalted him and gave him the name that is above every name, so that at the name of Jesus every knee should bend, in heaven and on earth and under the earth, and every tongue should confess that Jesus Christ is Lord, to the glory of God the Father.

Phil. 2, 5-11

01 March 2011

Disordered clocks and an ebony box: Commemorating George Herbert

 George Herbert


 Blest be the God of love,
Who gave me eyes, and light, and power this day,
  Both to be busie, and to play.
  But much more blest be God above,

  Who gave me sight alone,
  Which to himself he did denie :
  For when he sees my waies, I dy :
But I have got his sonne, and he hath none.

  What have I brought thee home
For this thy love? have I discharg’d the debt,
  Which this dayes favour did beget?
  I ranne ; but all I brought, was some.

  Thy diet, care, and cost
  Do end in bubbles, balls of winde ;
  Of winde to thee whom I have crost,
But balls of wilde-fire to my troubled minde.

  Yet still thou goest on,
And now with darknesse closest wearie eyes,
  Saying to man, It doth suffice :
  Henceforth repose ; your work is done.

  Thus in thy Ebony box
  Thou dost inclose us, till the day
  Put our amendment in our way,
And give new wheels to our disorder’d clocks.

  I muse, which shows more love,
The day or night ; that is the gale, this th’ harbour ;
  That is the walk, and this the arbour ;
  Or that the garden, this the grove.

  My God, thou art all love.
  Not one poore minute 'scapes thy breast,
  But brings a favour from above ;
And in this love, more than in bed, I rest.



George Herbert (1593 – 1633), the author of "Evensong" above, was a Welsh born English poet, orator and Anglican priest. He is commemorated by Lutherans on March 1, and is represented by the hymn,"Come, My Way, My Truth, My Life" in most hymnals.

When last week I looked at the poem above, some of the imagery made me grin (our "disordered clocks" that need "new wheels"), but some of it made me cringe as well (namely that ebony box in which, the poet says, we are enclosed by God).

George Herbert pursued government early in life, but then changed course and studied for the ministry.  Much of his poetry was written when he was a priest in a small Anglican parish, where he was adored as a kind and loving shepherd of his sheep.

When on Saturday a friend's husband, Louis, passed away after a futile battle with cancer, all of a sudden some of the phrases that I had dismissed as baroque and dated gained new meaning. "My God, thou art all love. Not one poore minute 'scape thy breast, But brings a favour from above; And in this love, more than in bed, I rest."   

To rest in God's love is what counts -- it keeps our priorities on track and reminds us where home is. Louis has gone home, back to the source of all life, where pain and cancer and tears have no power any more.

"Come, my joy, my love, my heart: Such a joy as none can move;
Such a love as none can part; Such a heart as joys in love."  Amen.

May Louis rest in peace!