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Diluted Gospel.

September 03, 2009 By: lizivkovich Category: Liz's Posts 1 Comment →

I was talking to an evangelical Pastor I know last week. He commented to me; “I’m not sure I know much about Catholicism but I know that when it comes to sharing the gospel at the end of the day I don’t want it to be diluted.” This conversation is a form of a conversation that I’ve had over and over as a member of an ecumenical (primarily evangelical) community and having grown up in fundamental Bible-believing churches. The implication of Catholicism as diluting the Gospel took me so far aback that I was speechless for a full minute. I’ve heard that and worse before, but I guess I just haven’t had this conversation in a while, so it started me thinking.

 

Dilute. Gospel. What is the Gospel? Jesus. Apostle’s Creed. Life beyond death, fuller life on earth. Presence of God. Opposite of dilute- concentrate. Stronger, thicker, more real.

 

Today I was reading my All Saints: Saints, Prophets, and Witnesses for our Timebook, October has St Ignatius’ feast day, Sep 10 – Mother Teresa, Oct 1- Teresa of Avila. These are people that compose the great crowd of witnesses that Paul talked about in Acts. These people are my friends in the way that their lives have guided me, and continue to guide me towards Christ. Something about learning their lives for me is like seeing a pixelated picture of the Gospel become clearer and more detailed. I have a bit of that feeling you get when after listening to a song on repeat 30 times you finally understand the lyrics. I honor the saints by emulating their lives and their relationship with Jesus, I am honored to have them to emulate.

 

Environmentalists say that emulating something is better than imitating it. Emulating is taking the spirit (or Spirit in this case) of something and integrating it into another thing. Emulating is more intuitive, more thoughtful than imitating. It requires discernment of things like place, time, season, purpose, condition.

 

I read in the Wikipedia page on Ignatius that he was inspired by St. Francis of Assisi, the adopted patron saint of my community- Word Made Flesh. Through his life he emulated Francis, though their spiritual paths were different, the same Spirit flowed through them and informed who they became. It’s neat to think about how by honoring Ignatius and emulating his life I’m also going deeper into the life of Francis. By going deeper into the life of Francis, I’m entering more fully into the life of Christ, and on and on.

 

I am drawn to Ignatian spirituality because it seems to be a thoughtful way of emulating the Gospel. It seems to be about discerning the Spirit, being aware of your place, time, season, and living the life of a saint where you are located. It concentrates the Gospel by placing you within it and giving you the ability to live more fully and in detailed colors.


Photo: “Warren – St. Teresa of Avila (St. Dorothy)” by “Patricia Drury” from Flickr (Used under Creative Commons license)

A Fierce Kind of Perfection

March 30, 2009 By: alawse Category: Andrea's Posts Comments Off




Fire in the Sky

Originally uploaded by pinkcigarette

Yesterday the sun was out and wind was up, whistling and jostling its way through the morning and early afternoon—the air slightly chilled and invigorating. I stuck my head outside for a moment and felt at once the cumulative prick of thousands of moisture particles, a soft spritz that woke up my skin—made it lively, alert. A dark aroma of warming earth was everywhere circulating: and I thought how perfect it was, this roaring spring day, in sight, by feel, in sound. The squirrels were occupied in a game of chase, and the birds were chirpy and sportive. It was a benign and delightful environment, and I was reminded of William Wordsworth’s “Lines Written in Early Spring”:

The birds around me hopped and played,
Their thoughts I cannot measure:–
But the least motion which they made
It seemed a thrill of pleasure.

The budding twigs spread out their fan,
To catch the breezy air;
And I must think, do all I can,
That there was pleasure there.

Though the day had a touch of restless anxiety about it, and by late afternoon, the foreboding clouds of spring began to accumulate in the south, and I couldn’t decide whether to deem them as unfortunate blotches upon perfection, or the logical conclusion of it, or, rather, simply as perfection’s origin…

After about thirty minutes of rapid cloud piling, the tornado sirens began an earnest blare. The sky was big-bellied and ominous, with hues of charcoal, yellow, and green. The first big storm of the season moaned around our windows and whistled sharply at the corners of our house, barreling quickly through the city. I spent a good hour in the basement, trying to calm down my three and a half year-old, assuring her that she would not be blown away, that lightning would not strike her, that a tornado would not shred our house to bits…And of course, all the while I was speaking sage words of reason and wisdom to her, my heart did trill a bit harder than usual, alarmed and on edge (though I worked to keep this deception from her).

While I adore a good, meaty storm, tornados terrify me—they’re chaos unbound, fury and irrationality incarnate—or Mother Nature in the throws of birth pangs, perhaps. When she’s a virago, there’s nothing to be done but yield to her. So I waited, and listened, quietly watching. I bid her peace, I bid her well (hoping she’d notice). And I fell prey, on and off, as I tend to do while I observe her darker moods, to moments of despair as my mind irresistibly flashed with images of the house splintering; or filled with the imagined, rushing sound of an oncoming train; or caved, for a just mere second, to the imagination of utter terror at having a child get sucked from my arms… (over-active imagination? yes, unfortunately. Probably worse than a three-year-old’s). And so the question of why always lingers…why has the world been made this way? One moment so mild and full of a kind of benign poetry seemingly meant to please and delight me—the next, turned radically volatile, unpredictable, and ambivalent as to whether I, or anyone, lived or died. Perhaps it’s the oldest of questions, or the most problematic for those who have come to believe in a loving and benign God. William Blake famously delineated the paradox in “The Tiger” in his Songs of Innocence and Experience

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
In the forests of the night,
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame thy fearful symmetry?

…When the stars threw down their spears,
And water`d heaven with their tears,
Did He smile His work to see?
Did He who made the lamb make thee?

In time, the sky quieted. My daughter removed her hands from over her ears. I said, “I told you so.” We ate the pizza we’d been cooking (before the electricity went out (presumably), though it never did). Life resumed its usual course. I checked my email (truth be told, I checked my facebook page). While I was typing, though, I noticed that one of my hands was lit up beautifully with the brightest of sunbeams—and then another beam bounced its way across one eye. My other hand remained in shade, indeed one side of my body did—the windows to my right and left revealed two very different skies: one dark with the menacing leavings of unstable cumulonimbus clouds, the other radiant with a benign light coursing out from a vast rent between them. This was a rarer kind of intensity, indeed, and it filled me with wonder. I closed my laptop and stood at the window for some time, thinking about the strangeness of it, and about how fragile this line is between calmness and aggression; between nurture and destruction; between despair and exultation. In fact, there barely seemed a line at all. Perhaps there wasn’t or isn’t and never can be. And I didn’t want one. I couldn’t think Nature’s aggression was any kind of sin. Neither her unpredicatibilty nor her volatility were mars upon her perfection, at least not to me; rather, they were, strangely, enhancements. Though I fear them, yes. I respect and marvel at them.

Though, perhaps Emily Dickenson was right, too, in pointing out the madness of trying to make sense of it—this chaos that accompanies the transitions of seasons, or the pain that accompanies birth, or the dangerous instability and threat that lies at the heart of perfection, and that indeed increases perfection:

A little madness in the Spring
Is wholesome even for the King,
But God be with the Clown —
Who ponders this tremendous scene —
This whole Experiment of Green —
As if it were his own!

Because somehow, it works. Somehow God is present in it all. Creation manages to be loving yet unrelenting; joyful yet desolate. Somehow, it feels right—we recognize it as wholeness. And we deem it the pinnacle of beauty.

Fire in the Sky

A Spirituality of Sustainability

August 05, 2008 By: alawse Category: Andrea's Posts 1 Comment →

 

Blessed are you, reality ever new-born; you who, by constantly shattering our mental
categories, force us to go ever further and further in our pursuit of the truth; triple abyss of
stars and atoms and generations: you who, by overflowing and dissolving our narrow
standards of measurement, reveal to us the dimensions of God.

—Teilhard Chardin, “Hymn to Matter”

Much of my reading, writing, contemplation, and action these days centers on ecology, sustainability, and spirituality. While it’s entirely possible I read too much about these things, my interest in the natural world and our relationship to it have pressed me into a continuous dialogue with my self about how an Ignatian Christianity partners with my ecological beliefs. I have been wondering, for instance, what is Ignatius’ stance (and therefore The Society of Jesus’ stance) on ecology? And, is sustainability a fundamentally Ignatian principle? Having attended a Jesuit university through college and graduate school, I learned that Ignatian spirituality invites each spiritual seeker to find God in all things, inviting him or her to spiritually encounter God’s beauty and divinity through his or her experience of God’s creation. Through this encounter and relationship with the created universe, we experience salvation through God. In The Spiritual Exercises Ignatius wrote, for example, that,

Man is created to praise, reverence and serve God our Lord, and by this means to save his soul…Our one desire and choice should be what is more conducive to the end for which we are created. And the other things on the face of the earth are created for man and that they may help him in prosecuting the end for which he is created. From this it follows that man is to use them as much as they help him on to his end, and ought to rid himself of them so far as they hinder him as to it… (Sandie Cornish)

To be perfectly honest, this language is problematic for me, and appears to be contrary to the what I thought Nature was about—an opportunity for relationship and community with God through Others—other species, other races… But in this passage, it seems to be suggested that creation is merely instrumental to our salvation—that it is an object we can manipulate as we see fit in order to gain our own ends—and is not an inherent dimension of salvation itself. However, I was encouraged to learn that the General Congregation of Jesuits had themselves been discerning the ecological dimensions of this First Principle and Foundation of the Exercises. In “We Live in a Broken World” (1999), a document by the 34th General Congregation of Jesuits (GC 34) in which the Jesuits examined Ignatian ideals and ecology in the context of The Spiritual Exercises, they explain that while we may have the ability to use the things of creation to help us to our own ends—to praise and honor God—we are not justified in the mistreatment or misuse of these things—ever. As Fr. John Fitzgibbon S.J., Dean of Professional Studies at the University of San Francisco explains, the world is “holy gift,” and as such, it must never be misused or irreverenced. God dwells in the world (and beyond); thus, the world is sacred—God’s Spirit of Creation is alive in everything: “It [flames] out, like shining from shook foil” and “gathers to a greatness” (Hopkins, “God’s Grandeur”).

What Ignatius meant in the First Principle and Foundation, then, was not that we become indifferent or ambivalent to nature and the sacred plants, soil, elements, species, and atmosphere of Creation; rather, what he meant was that as with any object (anything that is not “me”), we should keep our relationship with it only if it enables and inspires our reverence and service to God (and thus to one another). If objects do not inspire us to serve and love, than we must leave them be (but we must not destroy them). What matters most is the kind of relationship we foster with the things of Creation; what matters is whether our relationship with creation is healthy or unbalanced. As most of us know, for example, a piece of gold is neither good nor bad—it is a part of God’s creation. What can be bad is how we relate to gold, and what it inspires, or does not inspire us to do, how it does or does not inspire us to behave or live. If gold tempts us to sinfulness, it is not the gold that must be destroyed, but rather our misguided relationship with and use of it. So it is with all of Creation. We must let it live, and foster its holy life—attending instead to the temperance of our own powerful desires.

And this train of thought has lead me into many reflections about our current relationship with God’s creation, particularly in the Western world, wondering how we could ever have really thought that this mysterious, exquisite planet was simply put here for us to use exploitatively and exclusively for our own personal (species’) gains and ends? Currently, our planet is beset by an enormous host of ecological threats—threats that bespeak a terribly disordered relationship between humans and God’s creation: global climate change and increasingly violent weather patterns; the destabilization of world fossil fuel supplies and a progressively more vulnerable global food supply; alarming losses of biodiversity; the domestication of practically every remaining wild, open space; the devastation of arable, fertile soils by erosion, desertification, and industrial farming methods that rape it of its health and fertility; growing shortages of clean, potable water and an increasing toxicity of rivers, lakes, streams, and oceans; and a wanton overuse and exploitation of ecosystems, non-human species, and planetary resources:

Crushed. Why do men then now not reck his rod?
Generations have trod, have trod, have trod;
And all is seared with trade; bleared, smeared with toil;
And wears man’s smudge and shares man’s smell: the soil
Is bare now, nor can foot feel, being shod… (“God’s Grandeur”)

The world I see at work out there is one where the preservation of ecosystems and species does not fit into dominant cultural ideologies, practices, or economies. In a document from the United Nations’ Pilot Analysis of Global Ecosystems, it is reported that, “half of the planet’s (original) forests are gone, 80 percent of grasslands and 40 percent of the planet’s land surface suffer from soil degeneration, and 70 percent of the planet’s major marine fisheries are depleted. They add further that, “The world’s freshwater systems are so degraded that their ability to support human, plant and animal life is greatly in peril” (Hartman 1). In 24 short hours, “business as usual” costs us 200,000 acres of rainforest destruction, the release of 13 million tons of toxic chemicals into our environment (into the air, water, and soil that we breathe, drink, and eat), the extinction of 130 plant or animal species due to human actions “(the last time there was such a rapid loss of species was when the dinosaurs vanished),” and the death of 45,000 people by starvation—38,0000 of them children (Hartman 14). This is the collateral damage of one day—of each day of business as usual according to standard Western capitalist economic practice.

The world I live is in an ecological crisis, and this crisis has been caused, by and large, by the way the Western cultures look at and relate to the created world. As bad as it may sound, what my culture sees when it looks outside is more often “real estate” than it is creation and gift. Outside there are “economic opportunities” rather than emotional, physical, and spiritual relationships to be explored, experienced, reverenced, and shared. When we see a beautiful flower more often than not we long to pick it and take it with us, rather than simply allowing it to exist in its own right, giving beauty, comfort, shelter, and food to other observers and species who might encounter it. And so with the planet as with the flower. Theologians, environmental writers and activists, scientists, and ecological persons across the world are uniform in calling our crisis one of the spirit, and hence, of the heart. Industrial societies have become alienated from the natural world and the fundamental ecosystems that sustain life on the planet. In “The Green Face of God: Christianity in an Age of Ecocide“, Mark I. Wallace, professor and Chair of Religion at Swathmore College writes: “The environmental crisis is a spiritual crisis because the continued degradation of the earth threatens the fundamental goods and values that bind human beings to one another and all other forms of life. At a very deep level we no longer feel our common kinship with other beings as the basis for earth-friendly action and commitment. We have lost that primordial sense of belonging to a whole web of life that our kind and otherkind need for daily sustenance.” Therefore, this spiritual crisis,

is explicitly a religious problem in the sense that the promulgation of particular theological teachings has lead to the ravaging of earth communities—for example, the idea in the Genesis creation story that God, a heavenly being far removed from our planet, created human beings as God’s viceregents to exercise “dominion” over the earth. If God has given the earth to us as our private possession, then why not do with it what we want to? Lynn White, in a now famous essay, writes that Western Christianity’s attack on paganism effectively stripped the natural world of any spiritual meaning by replacing the belief that the Sacred is in rivers and trees with the doctrine that God is a disembodied Spirit whose true residence is in heaven, not on earth (2). …By destroying pagan animism, Christianity made it possible to exploit nature in a mood of indifference to the feelings of natural objects. (3)

Clearly, we need to find our way to a new understanding of the spiritual and physical importance of the natural world.

As Christian theologian Max Oelschlaeger points out in Caring for Creation, “We are the environmental crisis, and it is primarily our philosophies, economies, and governments that motivate and direct the devastating onslaught against the earth” (3), as well as the way we interpret some fundamental aspects of our religious doctrines. A re-examination of our theologies along with our cultural ideologies, as many have already noted, is absolutely necessary. Some of our traditional religious assumptions have not served us well, nor have they well-served God or God’s creation. As Pope John Paul II has already told us, it is our “obligation to consider the consequences of human decisions for the environment on a time scale that includes future generations” (Promotio Iustitiae 70 (1999)). As Catholics, this means we have an obligation to practice sustainability, which requires both our restraint and our full creativity. If we were to take the Gospels seriously, heeding God’s command to love thy neighbor as thyself, or genuinely follow the wisdom of Matthew 25:14-30, where we are taught to use our talents both creatively and productively by using them sustainably until the master returns to claim the increased fruits of our labors, we would passionately pursue and embrace a sustainable economy, culture, and way of life that was no longer wantonly wasteful in its polluting resource and energy practices, that was non-toxic, low-carbon or carbon-free, and healthy for ourselves, our neighbors, and all of the creatures that help sustain life on this planet.

One of the primary concerns of the most recent General Congregation of Jesuits (GC 35) this past year was globalization, which refers to the way that the world is now a “global village”, so to speak, where all peoples (and species) are interconnected economically, culturally, and environmentally—the lives of billions of people on the planet now interpenetrate with one another. And as the Society of Jesus discussed globalization, it was with the realization that the environment is at the core of global concerns. The ecological misdeeds of one people, for instance, often cause great suffering and injustice in other places (and for other species); ecological disease or distress in any one area of the world may produce enormous social atrocities—caused by things like drought, crop failures, polluted water, resource wars, or natural disaster—and these atrocities can reverberate throughout the entire world. Ecology, they are finding, is the core context of basically everything else, which isn’t surprising considering the natural world is the core context of our human lives—without it, we simply do not exist.

Working for world peace and social justice means, hence, the undertaking of careful, sustainable, and peaceful “stewardship” of the Earth. This is what GC 34 reiterated almost ten years ago—that God is not merely present in all creation, God is actively working and laboring for us through creation, and so we are called not merely to reverence and respect the living world, we are also called into deep intimacy and communion with it. A relationship of communion with the natural world would look radically different than the kind of relationship we currently practice with the Earth. I think this important re-reading of the First Principle and Foundation of the Spiritual Exercises is, then, an enormous step toward healing the fractures between human culture and religious ideology and the Created world by pointing out our moral and ethical call to sustainable ways of living within the world. Sustainability is, I’ve found, at the very heart of Ignatian spirituality; and, it is the most potent medicine to heal our planet. Now, how do we begin this work…?


Photo: “Now the Lord had planted a garden…” by circuit rider from Flickr (Used under Creative Commons license)