Showing posts with label Eucharist. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Eucharist. Show all posts

Friday, 9 April 2021

Beach Breakfast; a meditation poem for Easter Friday

 Meditation poem for Easter Friday:



Beach Breakfast.


This morning,

at the 

turning 

of the 

tide of night

into the 

blue 

of the

new 

day,

we sat with 

God.

Not doing 

anything.

Not saying 

anything.

Just sitting

on the beach

of being,

while all around 

us

darkness dissolved

into dawn,

and the 

waking birds 

sang

their psalms

of daily

astonishment

at the gift

of 

beginning,

again.

Then,

we ate and drank

God

for 

breakfast.

For what 

else 

would you 

call

the first meal 

of 

the day?

Breakfast

or

Eucharist;

whatever you 

call it,

it happened,

happens,

will happen,

every 

morning.

We gather.

We sit.

We offer.

We receive,

and we are 

received.

We consume

and,

slowly,

over a lifetime 

of 

mornings,

we are

consumed,

until only

God

is seen,

and we see

only

God.

For

we become

what

we eat.

Don't we?

Then,

after breakfast,

we tumble

into the day

touching

both 

its order

and 

its chaos

and

knowing both 

as gift,

as blessing,

as beloved,

as grace.

Beholding 

above the 

head of each

and all

we meet,

a flame,

a spark,

of burning bush

beauty,

perhaps forgotten,

or even

unnoticed,

by inner eyes

long used to

downcast

distraction.

So we,

food fueled

and breakfast

blessed,

will

touch

a passing 

shoulder,

or elbow

and 

in the moment 

of their startled

stillness,

smile at their

old young

heart

waking to its

reflected

beauty

as we offer 

His 

ancient

invitation

to the beach

of being:

"Come 

and have 

breakfast."


(Written 2019)

Thursday, 1 April 2021

Holy (Mandy) Thursday: the day of the gifts of Presence

 Holy (Maundy) Thursday: The day of the gifts of Presence.




As sister Moon rises this evening the Easter Triduum begins... The three days that are "One Great Day"...one continuous action of Divine Love...

We begin with the day of the gifts: 
Three parting gifts are given by the Lord to His followers today and each of them are usually celebrated in our evening Mass of the Lord's Supper. Each of them is a way of meeting the Lord's real presence and each a sign of love and a transforming grace that when met changes the person and invites them into a deeper communion of Love with God in the other person. While this year our celebrations are constrained and even absent in many places due to the virus we are still, wherever we are, in the presence of Love; the presence of God and in our caring for each other by staying apart in these days, even though it breaks our hearts to do so, we can be sure we are fulfilling the great commandment of love...

What are these gifts we celebrate today?
They are the gift of the Holy Eucharist, the gift of the Sacramental Priesthood and the gift of the New Commandment of Love (Mandatum Novum), from which the day takes its name.

In the Commandment of Love the old law is fulfilled, completed and superseded and the operating philosophy, theology and methodology of the Church is given. Our God is the One who bows low and serves His people; loving them back into wholeness... The example He gives we are to follow. We have no part with Christ if we do not bow low too and find the Divine Presence in each other. In the taking off of the outer garment He removes all that would separate us from Himself, in the wearing of the apron He becomes the servant and the lamb, in the washing of the feet He prepares us for the journey into the depths of Love...

In the Sacramental Priesthood He establishes an eternal conduit of sacrificial grace in which the eternal salvific events about to unfold may be touched in time by each succeeding generation. In the emptying of self that the priest is called to, especially in the sacramental moment, He is present and His people touch His power and love and mercy. His priesthood is a servant, sacrificial priesthood and His priests are called to follow the lamb to the altar and to calvary...

In the Holy Eucharist He gives Love's greatest gift; Love itself remains incarnate and eternal with His people for all time. In this unspeakabale and awe inspiring gift of Divine generosity He demonstrates the sheer immensity of Divine Love and its longing to be with, to be in communion with us... He becomes our food, our medicine, our soul spouse and the furnace in which we are purified and become what we were always meant to be... And he does all this for us who are about to betray, run away and crucify Him... and He does it now today too... in this moment and in every succeeding moment... calling out to us from the priesthood, from the altar, from the Blessed Sacrament, "A new commandment I leave unto you; that you love one another as I have loved you!"

The picture is of the Chapel of the Upper Room in Jerusalem, the ancient site of the Lord’s Supper and the place wherein these gifts were first made manifest by Divine Love.

Thursday, 31 May 2018

Christian Contemplation and the Eucharist: Dwelling in Real Presence; Becoming the Real Presence





Christian Contemplation and the Eucharist: 
Dwelling in the Real Presence; Becoming the Real Presence

What is the goal of the Christian journey? Salvation? Justification?
Heaven? The Kingdom of God? Righteousness? The early Christians
had a word that included all of these meanings and also went far beyond.
They said the goal of the Christian Life was “Theosis”. It’s a Greek word,
meaning to become as alike to God as it is possible for us to become, literally to be divinised.
Sanctity or holiness in the Christian tradition is the journey of the person towards this theosis, allowing the Sanctifier, the Holy Spirit, to gradually heal and transform
us so that on every level of our being, body, mind, heart and soul we approach what God wants us to become: saints. As far as the Christian tradition is concerned the
goal God has for each of us is simply this, to undergo theosis; to be remade into the image of Christ, to become a saint. As St. John says,

“We shall become like Him, for we shall see Him as He really is”
 (1 John 3:2).

This gradual journeying of the human being back to God is made possible through the Incarnation of Jesus. His entry into our world opened the path and the possibility for human beings to journey with and through Him back to God. As St. Bonaventure says: “He descended so that we could ascend.” And He did this through living a
human life and dying a human death.
Or as St. Augustine poetically put it,

“Divine Wisdom has assumed humanity and come close to human beings
by means of what is closest to us.” [1]

If this is true then how do we begin to approach this mystery? How do we start the journey? In the tradition of the Church we have a marvellous wealth of wisdom
that allows us to see how the sacraments and the life of prayer relate to each other in this path of transformation that we have to walk. Both are necessary and both inform the deeper practice of the other.

What are We?

However first we have to understand just what we are as human beings. We need to get to know the raw material that will make this journey. Again the early Christian writers can help us out here.

Over the first thousand years of the Church’s
existence these experts in contemplative being delved so deeply into scripture and
contemplation and inner observation that they evolved a marvellous spiritual anthropology that allows us to see how prayer, contemplation and the Eucharist are interrelated and are necessary for this journey.
To the Fathers of the Church, human beings are often described as fourfold creatures. We are made up of body, (soma), mind, (psyche), soul (nous) and most importantly of
all spirit (pneuma). Now the words soul and spirit have become somewhat mixed up nowadays but to the contemplative they have very different
connotations. The soul is the seat of the human personality. It is your “you” the place where your memory, will, imagination and capacity for emotion
and relating are present. The spirit however is quite different. It is the place where God dwells within the human being, the pure point of His presence. It is distinct from us but present in us. As such it is an unfallen place and always pure, while the previous three (body, mind and soul) are fallen, and in need of the
redemption that only Christ can bring.
The best way to imagine it is to see it as St. Paul
describes it, we are earthen vessels carrying a heavenly treasure (cf 2 Corinthians 4:7). If human beings had never fallen then the soul would have
been in perfect communion with the spirit and had perfect governance over the mind and the body.
The spirit as place and point of Divine Presence holding us in being is present in every human person. Christ is “the Light who enlightens all people”[2], but sadly
many are unaware of the divine presence dwelling within. Prayer, repentance and sacramental grace gradually restore the harmony and order of being that was meant
to be there from the beginning. This is the path of re-ascending with Christ that the Christian aspires to. We begin that path through the practice of
prayer.




What is Prayer?

But what do we mean by prayer? Let’s take a brief look at what Jesus says to His followers about it in one important Gospel passage.

"And when you pray, do not be like the hypocrites, for they
love to pray standing in the synagogues and on the street
corners to be seen by men. I tell you the truth, they have
received their reward in full.”
"But you, when you pray, go into your inner room, close
your door and pray to your Father who is in secret, and
your Father who sees what is done in secret will reward you.”
(Mt 6:5-6)

Now, let us consider whom Jesus was addressing these words to. In speaking to the ordinary people of the Palestine of His day He was addressing mostly those who were poor. They would have lived in a one room dwelling. So where was this inner
room he was speaking of? In fact the phrase “inner room” was a well known image used by the rabbis of the day to illustrate the inner room of the heart, the inner place of the spirit. The image of the closing of the door was often used to indicate a turning inwards to a time of silence and stillness. All this would have been quite familiar to those of his followers who had heard the teachings of the rabbis.
However Jesus adds something new to this image. He tells us that when we do become still and silent and enter into the inner place of the heart then we will find that the Father is already present there. Again we have, from Jesus’ own mouth, the teaching that God is already present at the heart of the human being. To be there consciously in that place, the holy of holies of the human being and rest in the presence of the Father is at the heart of this teaching. Jesus is essentially
teaching his disciples the beginning of contemplative prayer. This is a form of prayer that is to be of few words, grounded in the truth of our own sinfulness but resting always on the promise of the divine presence within. Down the ages this form of prayer will be characterised by an interior intimacy, by silence and by attentive listening.
As the great St. Teresa of Avila said;

“prayer is simply conversing with someone whom I already know loves me.”[3]

One of the great stories from the Scriptures that illustrates this intimate practice of prayer is that of Elijah in the cave. It was used so extensively by the
desert fathers as a teaching tool that it must have been handed down in
the early Christian communities as an image of true prayer. In the book of the Kings we learn that Elijah has been persecuted for his fidelity to the covenant of God and so, at the end of his tether, he takes off into the desert to simply lie down and die. He has had enough, he is lost in desolation and dryness. An angel appears twice and feeds him that he might have strength for the journey into the desert and off he
trots until he comes to the cave where he dwells in prayer until he is told that the Lord is about to reveal Himself to him. Let’s look at what happens next:

“The LORD said, ‘Go out and stand on the mountain in the
presence of the LORD, for the LORD is about to pass by.’ Then a
great and powerful wind tore the mountains apart and
shattered the rocks before the LORD, but the LORD was not in
the wind. After the wind there was an earthquake, but the
LORD was not in the earthquake. After the earthquake came a
fire, but the LORD was not in the fire. And after the fire came a
gentle whisper. When Elijah heard it, he pulled his cloak over
his face and went out and stood at the mouth of the cave.
Then a voice said to him, ‘What are you doing here, Elijah?’”
(1 Kings 19: 11-13).

It is a beautiful and powerful story of the Lord renewing the call of his prophet but, more than that, the story was also seen by the Fathers as an indication of
the place the Eucharist plays in the contemplative path. It is only after he has been fed the “bread of angels” that Elijah has the strength for the journey
into the desert of prayer, where after descending into the cave of the heart, he is then able to still his emotional turmoil enough that he can come to such a calmness
that he is able to discern the presence of the Spirit of God whose voice comes like a gentle breeze. In the story of Elijah and the cave we have traced out for us
the whole Eucharistic – contemplative relationship. Here we see revealed the Eucharist as the fuel for our contemplative journey while being, at one and the
same time, the very goal of that journey; namely intimate communion with Jesus Christ and through Him with the Father and the Spirit.
Now it is also worth noting that the Hebrew phrase for this inner voice that Elijah hears may be translated a number of ways. In Hebrew it is
“qôl d’mâmâh daqâh” (1 Kings 19:12) which literally translates as: “a voice of murmuring silence” or “a breath-filled voice” or even “a gentle breeze”.
Like many of the ancient languages Hebrew is a fluid and poetic. To the Fathers all of
these senses were important as they united in themselves the presence and revelation of the Holy Spirit as “ruah” The living-breath-Spirit-wind of God. The importance of this is that it identifies the Spirit who pours out on the Church the streams of
Sacramental Grace as the same Spirit who reveals to us the inner presence of the Lord in our own spirit through the gift of prayer.




The Eucharist and Contemplative Prayer

So then, from the beginning of the Church the path of Contemplative Prayer and the Eucharist are intimately connected — the one inviting a deeper
participation in the other as the Catechism teaches:

“Entering into contemplative prayer is like entering into the
Eucharistic liturgy: we "gather up:" the heart, recollect our
whole being under the prompting of the Holy Spirit, abide
in the dwelling place of the Lord which we are, awaken our
faith in order to enter into the presence of him who awaits
us. We let our masks fall and turn our hearts back to the
Lord who loves us, so as to hand ourselves over to him as
an offering to be purified and transformed.” (Catechism of
the Catholic Church §2711)

This beautiful paragraph builds marvelously on what we have just said (and traces every one of the steps that Elijah takes!). In a way, our participation
in the Eucharist invites us again and again to trace the contemplative path, and our taking a contemplative stance when celebrating the Eucharist allows us to deepen our levels of understanding of and participation in this great mystery.

St. Bonaventure reaffirms the importance of having this contemplative
understanding of the Eucharist so as to be enabled to participate as fully as
possible in this great mystery of love:

“Whoever draws worthily near to the Eucharist obtains a quadruple grace. This
sacrament instills the strength to operate; raises one to contemplation; disposes one
towards knowledge of divine reality; animates and ignites contempt for the world
and the desire for heavenly and eternal things, as it was said of Elijah who, with the force of that food walked up to the mountain of God, saw divine secrets and stopped at the entrance to the cave.”[4]

According to Bonaventure the Eucharist becomes our “contemplative viaticum”, which strengthens us on the way, while also deepening our gifts of prayer and
contemplation. There is simply no escaping the reciprocal relationship of contemplation and the Eucharist for the fathers, mothers, saints and mystics of the Church. So what happens to us then when we take a contemplative stance and begin the path of meditative prayer? How will it effect our participation in the Eucharist?
Well one of the first things it does is to invite us to see deeply the mystery that we celebrate. We begin to understand that what we are present at is the representation
of the supreme moment of human history. There is an old proverb that you will still hear in Italy from time to time. “At the table no one grows old.” It was co-opted some years ago into a marketing campaign for one of those olive oil butter substitute spreads. In the TV version of the advertisement we see a beautiful Mediterranean
family busily spreading branded olive oil over their bread as the dulcet tones of the announcer claim that at THIS table no one grows old … presumably because of the youth preserving qualities of olive oil. However what many of us probably don’t know is that the marketing people got it wrong! The table referred to in the old proverb is the table of the Eucharist, the Altar. And the claim that at
this table no-one grows old was based on the faith of the early Christians that the celebration of the Mass was a moment when we step into the eternal now of God’s
presence so fully that we are no longer governed by time. We are literally outside of time as “chronos” while celebrating the Eucharist.

Now I’m sure you, like me, have been bored so often at some Masses as the preacher drones on that you have looked at your watch frequently and felt that no time was passing at all! But this isn’t what is meant here. Rather there is the understanding that in some mysterious way we are participating in an eternal moment: a nodal point of history where the eternal NOW of God intersects human history in the crucifixion of Christ. Jesus being fully God and fully human is the centre of this nodal point. Indeed it would be better to say that He is the centrepoint of all history in that our story finds its origins, its ongoing existence, and its fulfilment in Him. This means that our prayer life, our desire to have relationship with God and to communicate with Him on ever deeper levels of love —what we call the contemplative path in Christianity —
must always relate to and be centred upon the person of Jesus. And if we centre our prayer life on Jesus as the one who reveals the Father’s face then we will also
centre our life on the table where no one grows old, on the Mass. For this is the place in time where we come face to face with the ultimate eternal act of divine compassion, the sacrifice of Jesus as the lamb of God who takes away the sins of the
World. The fathers saw this as the moment when the old pagan understanding of time as the destroyer, Chronos  that eats up our lives by the minute is conquered by the
intersection of the eternal dimension, the Kairos of Christ. The time of the new and perpetual jubilee arrives with the incarnation of Jesus and His announcing of the Kingdom and it remains forever open to us through His death and resurrection. We
encounter these salvific moments that are at once historical and eternal in every celebration of the Mass. However, often we are too busy or distracted to be present to these extraordinary events. Perhaps as Church we have spent so long talking about the Real Presence of Jesus in the Eucharist that we have forgotten that we must work on our side to be really present to Him!




Fostering a Contemplative Stance

The Contemplative Christian seeks to live always in the awareness of this eternal dimension, this interpenetration of time and eternity. We live in
incarnational awareness with the understanding that all of creation has been rendered holy once again by the entry of Jesus into our world.

So, in building contemplative moments into our days, moments of prayerful pausing that allow us to come face to face with this mystery, or as St. Clare puts it,

“to place our minds before the mirror of eternity”[5]

we create a chain of experience that enables us to begin to live in the presence of the
Lord here and now to be really present to the One who is always present to us

Practices that help are as old as Christianity: Lectio Divina, the praying of the psalms, the Jesus Prayer, the Rosary, the Divine Office, Centering Prayer, Practice of the Presence of God, the Sacrament of the Present Moment etc ...
All of these methods and many others have at their core the goal of uniting the person with the presence of God who is present to them. They allow us to journey like Elijah into the cave of the heart, there to wait, to abide in stillness until the storms of emotions, stresses, and thoughts have abated and we are calm enough to discern the voice of God within.

The Mass is of course at a completely different level of “practice” but our participation in it may be deepened by applying to it some of the techniques that come from the prayer practices that we have mentioned above. Bringing times of stillness and quiet into our celebration of the sacred liturgy are the most important. These times allow us a moment or two for the words of the liturgy and the scriptures of the day to anchor themselves in our minds so that we may have fuel for our prayerful pauses later that day. How often have you left a celebration of Mass unable to
remember the readings that you have just heard? It happens to me so often!

Following on from silence and stillness, the next most important practice to bring to our celebration of the Mass is that of posture. We forget at times that we are embodied! We are a psycho-biological entity that has a sacramental
world view: in other words our bodies, and what they are
doing are just as important to how we pray as are our thoughts and feelings. Indeed our thoughts and feelings will often be much better and more deeply centred if our
posture is appropriate to what we are saying or thinking. There is a body-language of prayer, commented on by the monastics of the Church from the days of the desert
fathers. Moving from standing to sitting to kneeling to bowing to prostrating reminds us of the truths we are celebrating and takes us out of a “spectator mentality” so
often present in today’s liturgy. Where the body goes the mind and heart will follow.

Arising then from our encounter with this eternal salvific moment in the Mass we are in turn driven to deepen our prayer life such that we become ever more aware of our need to be healed, to make this transformative journey into theosis.
We become aware of our own soul-sickness, our sinfulness, though without anxiety or fear; and at the same time we see that the perfect remedy for that sickness has been provided in the Holy Eucharist. It is no wonder then that one of the earliest images by which the Church described itself was as the “ field hospital of humanity”: the place where those who know they are sick come to in order to be healed.

It is interesting to not that the saints assure us that the self-knowledge that arises through prayer would be too much for us if we didn’t know that God has already
provided the means by which we may be healed. To the earliest monks and nuns daily
Communion was encouraged as an inoculation
against sin.  As St. Ambrose wrote:

“Anyone who
is wounded looks for healing. For us it is a
wound to be liable to sin. Our healing lies in the
adorable heavenly Sacrament.”[6]

St. Therese of Lisieux, a modern Doctor of the Church, writes in her letters that nothing should prevent us from receiving the Lord, not even our
sin. She goes on in one famous letter to teach that once we have repented in heart and have the resolution to go to confession as soon as is
possible we should be confident of the Lord’s mercy and go to receive the medicine that He has provided for our healing. After all, we are supposed to realise that the Eucharist is the medicine for sick sinners not the reward for perfect saints. Otherwise the Lord would have waited until we enter the heavenly life to
provide it. Of course we must co-operate with the grace offered in this deepest communion with the Lord that the Eucharist offers.
Sometimes we forget that the Lord gave of himself in Communion to all of the Apostles just before they would abandon and betray Him. He does that for us as well. Our prayer therefore should be that if we fall we will have the grace to
respond to His call to repentance like Peter and not fall into despair like Judas.

So then, descending into the cave of the heart through building a practice of meditative prayer so as to hear the still, small voice of the Spirit is
the perfect preparation for participating in a deeper way in the celebration of the Eucharist. As the Holy Spirit reveals to us our need to be healed and renewed in the image and likeness of God we approach the Eucharist to receive this
inner healing, we recognise that Jesus wants us to come to Him, to be fed, healed and restored to enter into the fullness of our destiny as saints, to
walk the path of theosis. The Eucharist will deepen our prayer life and our prayer life will deepen our celebration of the Eucharist, and in
this mutuality of experience the seeds of our future destiny are sown, watered and cared for, until that day when we shall see Him face to face and, please God, take our place at the eternal banquet of the Kingdom of Heaven.




[1] St. Augustine, Sermon Denis 16:1
[2] Cf: John 1:4-9
[3] St. Teresa of Avila, Autobiography, ch 8:2
[4] St. Bonaventure: On the Most Holy Body of Christ, 12-13.
[5] St. Clare, Third Letter to St. Agnes of Prague, v 12

Tuesday, 6 June 2017

At the centre, the Heart.




What do we find at the centre of our faith?
The Cross, uniting earth and Heaven in a communion of Love stronger than death, despair or evil.
What do we find at the centre of that Cross?
A human heart that holds the fullness of Divinity.
What do we find at the centre of this heart?
A burning wound of fire and light wherein our woundedness is healed, our darkness illumined, our sin forgiven, and our existence united with Divine Nature forever.
What do we find at the centre of that wound?
The point where time and eternity meet in that mystery of Divine Love we call Incarnation, we call Jesus.
What do we find at the centre of the Incarnation?
The answer to all the questions of our being:
We have come from Love.
We are now because of Love.
We are called into Love for eternity.
And we are loved so much that God would break His own heart for eternity to prove to us just how much we are loved.
Most Sacred Heart of Jesus
I place all my trust in thee.

Saturday, 15 April 2017

Homily for the Easter Vigil 2017



Homily for the Easter Vigil: 


We have kept vigil… we  have waited with hope… we vigil with all of Christianity…with all of the cosmos who since that first Good Friday have entered into the Divine Space where these sacred events always exist, at once both human and divine, in time and in eternity.

We have walked their ancient paths, worn by countless generations of faith-filled ancestors all over the world, and we have arrived at that upper room where the Disciples and Apostles gather to wait… For what they do not know… they are simply called to wait… sustained by a silent Mother in their midst who believes as only a mother can believe that the story of her broken boy is not yet over…cannot yet be over… must not yet be over… She a single, silent point of illumined faith in a world of darkness and pain… a star shining in the night dark in despair…

Let us go to that place now and be with them a while, entering in spirit that room of darkened windows and locked doors… where, since yesterday afternoon, they have descended into that quiet that enters the human heart when, hoping against hope, we wait…
We wait…
We wait… when waiting itself seems a vain act, a hopeless effort of a heart and mind too broken to take in the awful reality of what has just happened…

The world would call it denial… it would see in it a people who are broken by their own betrayal of the One they claimed they loved and who now cannot accept the consequences of that betrayal…and so they leave us alone… their work is done… our work is done…we betrayed Him… they crucified Him… no matter who did what… who held the nails… who held the scourge… who placed the crown of thorns upon His head… He is dead… That is all… And so they leave them at the tomb… leave them to crawl back to the upper room of vigiling… of waiting… of silence…

We look around the room… and remember…Can it really be only a few days since He was here, speaking, teaching, loving? We see the bowl of water, the towel, we see the empty plate and cup, we remember His call to love and we remember his prediction of betrayal and how, just for a moment, almost none of them, none of us, could meet His eyes…

We try and stop remembering…instead we wait with them… not really sure of what we are waiting for… there is simply a silent insistence to be here… to gather… to wait… and sometimes… when we think no-one is watching or listening to weep… to weep for what we saw… those of us who stayed and walked behind Him in the crowd; to weep for what we didn’t see, those of us who fled to rooms and hills and hidden places where, though we did not see it all we felt it all… heard it all…

Sometimes it is harder to feel and to hear than it is to see… especially when the mocking voice arises from the silence of our hearts and sneeringly delivers us to the edge of despair as we look back and watch our brave words crumble into cowardice…

And so we wait… we wait as people have always waited at sickbeds and deathbeds, at moments of birth and moments of breaking, at moments of making and unmaking, we wait with the Earth our mother, and the sun and the stars our elder sisters and brothers; those powers who stopped in their tracks and hid their faces and broke open in horror at what their human brothers and sisters had done… at what we had done…
We wait as armies await the dawn hoping for the cry of a new day and a new hope… and slowly, hesitatingly, we remember…

Did He not say that this would happen? Did He not speak to us of a handing over… of a death that had to be faced… of an hour that had to come… Did He not berate us for not understanding… for not believing… Did He not in this very room…only a few hours ago tell us, as He broke the bread and blessed the Cup, that He would be taken from us but that He would return… and that then He would always be with us…

We hear His words in our hearts…
At first… they are weak sounding… against the so new and so near sight of blood, and nails, and spear, and… blood… so much blood, poured out upon the earth They are weak against the memory of His groans and words in the midst of agony upon the Cross…

But the words sound themselves in our hearts and with each one we shudder at the remembrance…
“Father forgive them they know not what they do”…
“Today you will be with me in paradise”…
“Mother behold your son”…
“Son behold your mother”…
“My God, My God Why have you forsaken me”…
“I thirst”…  
“Father…Into your hands I commend my spirit”…


And as they sound we remember that last groan… that almost silent word… more of a breath… a gasp, fighting its way to the surface to be heard…
“Kaaaah laaahhh”… “It is accomplished!”…
and somewhere deep in our memory awakens the knowing that this is the word the High Priest utters in the temple as the last Passover Lamb is slaughtered… Kahlah… it is accomplished…
and we are stilled…
and we think…
the lamb…
the blood of the Passover Lamb…
the blood daubed on door post and lintel that says in this place death has no power…

And we remember a man… John…worn thin and brown by prayer and desert sun both, and his arm, wiry and long, as it pointed across the river and his voice crying aloud, “Behold the Lamb!”… and we, they, all of us through all time begin to hope…begin to yearn… begin to pray… begin to think… maybe…just maybe…

For yes, He was truly the long-awaited Lamb and the true High Priest and even the Altar of Sacrifice itself and in that whispered moan of Kahlah as He yielded up His spirit He accomplished all that He had been sent to do, all that He had freely chosen…

In emptying Himself of Glory He descended into the darkness of a sin conquered world and became its liberator, its conqueror, its saviour, its light. And we who know that darkness, who know its pull and hear its siren call daily, know also that we are made for that light, long for that light, long for that love, long in the deepest places of our hearts for new beginning and the grace of an inward dawn that never yields to the night of self or death or sin again…
And this is what we vigil for… this is how we can endure the memory of the scourge, the crown, the nails, the cross, the spear… because we know how the story ended! Not in the dark despair of a Friday night, at the sealed dry rock of a tomb, but in the dawn light of a Spring garden on a Sunday morning where resurrection was announced by birds greeting the new day in song…

For in that divine breathing forth, that cry of Kahlah…
Life itself went forth to meet death,
Light itself went forth to meet darkness,
Love itself went forth to meet hate, and…
death was made the door of life,
darkness was dispelled and illumined, and
hate was defeated and cast down by Love
and breath born creation was in-spired again, created anew as in the Saviour’s expiration it received the breath of God…the Divine kiss of life saving a sin drowned cosmos and so could begin to breathe anew…

And this happened…this happened… and it is happening now… here in this place… not again, but always!
For in the eternal now of God this waiting in the darkness of sorrow, always becomes, when transcended with faith, a vigil of light and hope, always becomes a resurrection moment as we touch the power of the Risen One and His grace…

And this is how by Fire, and Story, and Water, and Bread, and Wine we pass through thousands of years of waiting and longing in a single night, and with hearts made new and candles kindled, we become who we really are: the anointed sons and daughters of God who know that the despair of the upper room on that Saturday will surely, surely, yield to Easter joy and light.

This is why we are able to not just tell the story but to become the story for a world that longs to hear it, needs to hear it, was made to hear it… and when we become that story in the Risen One, when we allow Him to once more be the Word made Flesh in us then, only then, does the marvel of Easter take place:

Christ will rise in your heart, in my heart.
Christ will work in us and through us.
Christ will pour out His blood upon us and breathe His Spirit into us and illumine us with His light and with His love…
And, when the moment comes for us to enter into His Kingdom, we will hear Him say, as He looks upon us all, “Kahlah!” “It is accomplished!”, and we will know ourselves to truly be His New Creation, His Victory Song, His Easter People who sing His Alleluia Cry…
This is why we vigil and this will be why we vigil to the end of time…

Yes…we have touched darkness…and will touch it again… earthly and fallible and fallen as we are…
We have seen how quickly our “Hosannas!” turn to cries of “Crucify!” and we know our sin, but we know our Saviour too and know that no darkness, however powerful it seems will stand against His Resurrection light!
No need for shame, or guilt, or fear, this Holiest of Nights, for they are the fruits of Adam’s turning away…now the new Adam appears, and with Him who is both God and Man we are returned not merely to Eden, but to Heaven itself, there to gaze upon the face of God forever and to hear our names called as children of the Most High…

Yesterday we kissed the Cross,
This evening we have vigilled from darkness to light
Tomorrow and forever…we are an Easter people for we know that above all, beyond all, behind all:
Christ has died,
Christ is risen,
Christ will come again!

May the Lord bless you and yours this Easter Night: The Father, The Son and the Holy Spirit. Amen!

Tuesday, 31 May 2016

The Inner Mysteries of the Feast of the Visitation: A contemplative breathing...



The Inner Mysteries of the Feast of the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin Mary to her cousin Elizabeth...
A Contemplative Breathing...



There are so many mysteries to be meditated upon in this most beautiful of feasts where the Divine Mysteries are revealed in the most earthly and earthy of moments and places. Two women, blood cousins, elder and younger meet across the generations in the wilderness of the hill country and in the common holding of the mysterious gift of new life, and so much is gifted to us in their meeting…

For the Visitation is the feast of Mary as the Apostle of love as Charity;

Charity: the love that goes out, that actively seeks the other who is in need and feels the need of the other as its own need. In its ministering to the other in love becomes love even more so in itself… Mary, full of grace, full of the life of God, has only just heard her own call and yet responds immediately to the impulse to care for another… She leaves immediately and with great haste we are told, for love as charity brooks no delay. She will give the first three months of her own flowering to tending the garden of her cousin Elizabeth and helping her prepare for the birth of John… She thinks not of herself or even of the enormity of the miracle that has just been accomplished in her. In the need of her cousin for support she hears the call of God just as surely as she heard it in the words of the Archangel.

May Mary call us from our own self absorption to the Charity that generates life.

For the Visitation is the feast of the call to Spiritual Midwifery:

Mary as midwife to her Cousin… What a beautiful picture… The Archangel tells her that her cousin is six months into her journey towards birth and the scripture tells us that Mary stayed with Elizabeth for three months. Could we possibly believe that Mary left Elizabeth alone for the birth of John? Of course not…for in her midwifery of Eilzabeth she is midwifing the mystery of the birth of the Old Testament Covenant into its new life its fulfilment in the one, John, who holds in himself both the lineages of the prophets and the priesthood, and who on Jordan’s banks will lay them down in homage before the Lamb from whom they first came on Sinai’s height to Moses.

May Mary midwife the birth in us of our own calling to birth Christ in our own life and in each moment.



For the Visitation is the feast of the mysteries of Woman…

In Mary coming to Elizabeth to care for her and serve her, God in Mary is coming to one who represents all of the mysteries of womanhood… Elizabeth had traversed all of the stages of life, she had been a girl, a young woman, a single young woman who held royal and priestly lineages in her descent and yet lived the life of a poor woman in a land oppressed by foreign occupation where it was dangerous to be a woman alone, where it was simply dangerous to be a woman at all… She had been shamed and excluded by her own people and even by other women for not fitting in, for not becoming what she was supposed to be. She had been labelled as barren, seen as cursed and as even carrying the possibility of cursing others. In Zechariah she knew the pain of loving someone but not being able to give them what they truly want… All of this pain she knew. Yet she never doubted the love of God for her or that His love would eventually bloom in her in a surprising way… Zechariah, the man and the priest doubts the Angel’s word and is struck dumb… Elizabeth, the woman, believes and bears the word of prophecy recognising in Mary the One who is blessed among women and then asks astonished “Who am I that the Mother of my Lord would come to visit me?” Who are you Elizabeth? You are Woman and God will always want to be with you and your heart that believes past man’s un-believing and He comes to you in His Mother, clothing Himself in Woman as His vestment, to reveal to you His love for you so that you may remember for ever His nearness to you in your very womanhood in every generation.

May Mary draw near to all Women and open their eyes to their intimate place in the Divine Mysteries.

For the Visitation is the feast of the mysteries of Motherhood:

In the holy encounter of Mary and Elizabeth we are reminded that all of the life that flows through the veins of humanity begins in the womb of women as they co-operate with God in the creation of life… so important is this lesson that the Divine Word Himself decrees He will incarnate only through a Mother’s yes. There is no apostle, no prophet, no saint, and we can even say in awe, no Christ, who did not come from Woman. Mary journeys through the wilderness of the high country, the hill country, the place of fear and wildness and in her Divine Motherhood she tames it. And mother Earth, long sundered from Man, finds that God walks in her garden again in Mary as mother. In her silent journeying there and back again she allows the silence of motherhood, the silent and intimate communion of Mother and child to prepare the way of the Word. She is with the Wild and the Wild receives its new Eve who carries the new Adam in awe and reverence and enfolds her contemplation in the silence of sunrises, sunsets, moonlight and star light as she travels. For everything that we will receive from Christ as a Man He received from Mary and everything that we receive from Christ as God we receive through Mary… For her mother’s yes will be just as present in the temple, in Cana, on the roads of Palestine, and on Golgotha’s height as it is in this silent journey… 

May Mary call us to reverence and respect for the mysteries of the Mother…

For the Visitation is the first feast of the Holy Eucharist:

Does this astonish you that this feast would hold in itself the echo of the greatest of God’s gifts to humanity? Mary is the first tabernacle of the Lord and she bears Christ within her in the most holy of communions as she travels. Elizabeth then becomes the first Eucharistic adorer as her wise faith beholds the inner mystery beyond the veils of sense and in her adoration receives the gift of not just her own hallowing but the hallowing of the new life that joyously jumps within her. So too when we dwell in communion with the Bread of Life is the new life of His grace quickened in us and the word of prophecy born, as contemplation begets the call to action and from silence psalm erupts in magnifying praise. And from praise we fall back into silence in the  heart-knowing know that every moment of Holy Communion begins from Mary's yes to the Divine Mystery of Love.

May Mary call us to the mystery that lies behind the veils of sense and into ever deeper communion with the One who is our Eucharistic Lord.