Community

We are formed in community.

Community is both our achilles and our heart. Think of Jesus and the frustrating apostles who just didn’t get it? He worked his mission in community, regardless of the hardship, relishing the joys.

We cycle between bliss and blizzard – between the big freeze out and the warm sun. It is a bit bipolar to be sure. Regardless, we need to remember that it is in community we have the greatest opportunity to be fully human and pursue our best version of self. We cannot be our best self solo as it is in community we are challenged (as much as we are supported).

Who is your community? Know it. Love it. Appreciate it. Struggle with it, but respect it, and ultimately, defend it. It matters more than you know.

Trinity Sunday

How do we explore the Holy Trinity? I remember the whole shamrock image from my childhood and the flippant comment from Eric Idle in the film ‘Nuns on the run’ that God is like a shamrock ‘small green and split three ways’.

Earlier in the film Robbie Coltrane had a go at explaining the Trinity to his friend. Parts of this was accurate. We can say that God sends his son and that God and Jesus are one. We can say that God and Jesus send the Holy Spirit and that the three are one. But does it make sense? Probably not to a person of no faith.

So how do we explain the Trinity. We say there are 3 persons in one godhead but it is not something you can readily imagine. Perhaps it is that which is intangible that we use in everyday parlance that fits best here. God is love. As such, we have the incarnation and the coming of the Holy Spirit – all emanating from a God who is love. Love – that concept we use and strive for but never fully understand. Within the depth and infinite nature of love perhaps we best understand the Trinity as one aspect of our God. For is in not within our loving relationships that we represent ourselves differently to different people? Just as God is the Father and the Son, so too we can be Mother and Daughter and Friend and yet be one person.

Women in Scripture that lead with strength

I recently re-read Judges Ch 4 and 5 and refreshed my memory on Deborah.

Wow – what an inspirational woman. Here we have someone who is a prophetess and a judge and a military leader. The song of Deborah (Judges 5) is one of the oldest pieces of Hebrew Scripture dating back (possibly) to 12th century BCE. Then add Jael to the mix. Jael is an instrument of divine justice. It is interesting that the two align in this text. Deborah is the prophet and she advises Barak, Jael kills Sisera – fulfilling the prophecy by Deborah. The text does not show the two women meeting or interacting and yet together they present a female powerhouse which strangely made me think of Ayesha in She by H Rider Haggard. The women all command respect and fear through their decisive actions in leadership.

Women clearly have the capacity to lead with strength and clarity. There is a sense of agency in these texts that really speaks to me and also a connection to something that is beyond, the Transcendent.

I will certainly think further on this. Have a read of Judges (and She – if you can) and have a think and let me know where your thoughts go.

What will the future say about us?

What if future historians use social media to recount our history? Not a very accurate picture indeed! We hold back on posting truth to avoid being negative – how many times do we read a post about someone when our experience may be incredibly different? It is appropriate, I believe, to hold back, but what if these lies are taken as truths because we do not speak out?

It is indeed a tricky situation. In the Gospel this Sunday we hear that we are called to ‘love one another’. What does it mean to love in this way? Is it love to hold our tongues or to be silent if we do not ‘have anything nice to say’? Why are we so focused on being nice anyway? Well, perhaps self-preservation plays a part here.

How we are seen by others has become ridiculously important – influencing our job opportunities, relationships and general life. Some play this to win, others just play the moment, others play as true to self as possible. Who is right? Whose approach should be the norm?

We have set ourselves an unattainable goal – to be true to God and ourselves and to social norms. Firstly, we don’t make enough time for God (in general) so how often do we get to know God, secondly, we don’t take the time to really learn about ourselves within (ignoring the exterior noise that we react to) so how can we be true to a self we do not understand, and thirdly, social norms are fleeting, hard to hold this up when it is likely to change tomorrow. It is unlikely that all three sit in the same sphere at any given moment in time in this ever-increasingly secular arena.

Think, for a second, of the last conversation you had with someone who aligned with your beliefs and you could speak with unabashed honesty and did not fear a social or personal repercussion if they did not agree? How liberating was it? In a way, we need to connect to those people to help us continue to shut out the noise of society and the busyness of daily life so we can hear the still quiet voice of God. We need God in our hearts and minds today more than ever.

Why are we not free to be honest? Freedom is so important to our world and yet whilst we are free (in some regards) we are not free holistically. What would happen if we spoke with honesty instead of politics and socially minded comments designed to place us favourably? I for one would love to see a world where our first thought was to speak truth.

If the world were to end today, what would you do?

Strange question – I know – but also it is one I think we should stop and answer. Really stop and think and answer. Answer it in the very depths of your own truth. Only you need to know that answer.

Then what? Well, then I think we edit today – or at least our approach to it and remember what is in our hearts that needs to be heard and needs to be spoken. We get so busy in the tasks of life and the entertainment we suggest we deserve because we completed some tasks, that we don’t always listen to the still quiet voice of our soul. I would suggest that our humanity needs to acknowledge our own truth, and sadly, some days it takes the thought of all that noise ending to make me realise what lies within.

Then I can add that to my never-ending list of tasks to accomplish.

Finding what was lost

Losing something (or someone) can be the greatest challenge. Sometimes, you can restore and locate, other times, you have to learn to move on without that person. Even when it is a person, and they will never be there again, we seek to find something to fill the gaping hole left behind.

In the Parable of the Lost Sheep we here about the importance of finding that one. But it is not just any one – it is one that once was there and belonged and was loved. It has so many layers of meaning but today I reflect on the importance of the search.

We could bemoan the loss, and accurately state that they are lost or no longer there. This would be factual. It is not helpful though. We need to seek ways to stay connected to the memory in a healthy way. It has been nearly 13 years since I lost my mum and I miss her every single day. I bet there are so many who can relate to that feeling! But it is only with time that I have sought to keep her spirit connected with my evolving life instead of bemoaning her absence, and this affords me the luxury of bringing her memory with me into the now. The love she gave me is with me yet because love is not bound in our mortal bodies. We need to remember that love belongs in the spiritual realm and does not die. Love does last forever if we let it.

So I ask, how do you seek the one you have lost?

His love is everlasting

At Mass this evening the response for the Psalm was about praising God for he was good, ‘his love is everlasting’.

I thought about that last phrase.

Love is not restricted to God. We love. So what makes his love ‘everlasting’ or beyond our human capacity? Surely my love for my child is everlasting? Well, I like to think so.

What is it about God’s love? Is it the unconditional component? Probably not what sets it apart as I believe I love my children unconditionally. Is it the infinite scope? Possibly – I am finite (although I do not believe my love for my children is limited but I have to bow to the fact that I am finite, therefore my love is potentially finite, it ends when I die. Or does it? What of the soul? Surely I love my children in my soul? Complex indeed.

Perhaps it is the tangible notion of God’s love that defies our human love? An entity in its own right. Perhaps it is the transformative power of God’s love? I really don’t know. But I do know that the phrase stuck with me for a reason. And time spent pondering the love of God is never wasted.

Where the veil is thin

In the Gospel of Mark (from Palm Sunday) we hear, ‘And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom’. Now this was no mean feat! Traditionally, according to the Talmud, the veil of the Temple was about 10cm thick; it was to separate mankind from the Holy of Holies, symbolically representing the separation between God and mankind. So, with that in mind, my brain turns to the idea that we can find God in the everyday because Jesus on the cross tore that veil in two. Have you ever had one of those random moments where you just felt the presence of something so good, so beyond comprehension, that had no explanation? We need to celebrate those moments, those reminders that God is with us. Just as Jesus entered so fully into our humanity that he felt the depths of desolation on the cross, crying out ‘My God, my God why have you forsaken me?’, so too, his sacrifice brings us the gift of Salvation and the grace to find the divine in the daily.

There is so much in our daily lives that begs the question of perspective. From my experience, I get asked some strange questions (from children and adults alike). When the moments of life mount up and you just wonder ‘what the hell?’ I like to get out into cool fresh air, minimal sounds, a sky that knows no limit and just be. It is often there that I feel most keenly the divine.

Whilst we need to find the divine in daily life (for our own spiritual wellbeing) we also need to honour our sacred spaces. I am privileged to have ready access to a sacred space and love that moment when I pass through the door from the profane to the sacred. Take the time post Easter to sit in a sacred space and feel the peace within.

Easter thoughts

Sometimes, you have thoughts.

These came at the Easter Vigil.

For a while the ‘soul’ translation at communion ‘and my soul shall be healed’ has not sat well with me. (I could say it has not sat well within my soul). I go back to Augustine and the duality of the soul and the body, and Aquinas and the idea of hylomorphism and the duality where the soul is immortal but the two are infinitely connected. I am drawn, however, to the idea that I am soul but I have a body, which furthers this idea of connection. I wonder about the Aristotelian view that formed Aquinas and the sense that the soul cannot exist without the body – but if this is true how then is the soul immortal? If the soul is immortal and the body corruptible then how can the body be immortal like the soul and if it is not – then how can they be so infinitely connected?

Then though, especially at Easter, when we remember the humanity that Jesus had, I wonder about the importance of the body in all this. We talk about the body being a temple but in reality it gets hit with a lot of crap. It is a reminder to be more aware and mindful about what we do, think and say.

In 2019 the Pope and the Grand Imam signed a document on Human Fraternity. It acknowledged the deep connections shared across humanity. So where does that leave the idea of soul? We are connected as humans, are we connected in our humanity with our souls?

Easter, Ritual

Why is ritual so important? We don’t necessarily acknowledge its importance but it is vital. We ritualise so much that matters. When we lose someone whose departure from our daily lives impacts who we are, we create rituals to enable moments when we feel their presence. We participate in religious rituals that comfort us about who we are and how everything works (or should work).

There are so many rituals over the Easter weekend. If we wish, we can celebrate Holy Thursday and the Last Supper etc, Good Friday and the harrowing crucifixion, Easter (either vigil or Sunday) and all the symbolism of new life and hope. It’s a big and ritualised weekend. My experience in Australia, however, is that people may attend a service but the focus tends to be on time with family. The secular and the religious only partly align. Easter is all about chocolate in Australia, and time with family, camping is huge this weekend.

Easter is simply the most sacred time in the Christian calendar. It is not simply chocolate! There are so many aspects that can be reflected on at various points of life, it’s a dynamic celebration that changes and shifts throughout life. I have certainly found different elements at various stages. Ultimately, its about that amazing sacrifice, that great gift of love, that is unfathomable, incomprehensible and without measure.

I ritualise a few things. In particular, I ritualise things to do with my mum, whom I miss every day. This helps me navigate the loss. Rituals are healing in a way. They also prompt resilience and growth. We need rituals today. There is so much in society that needs resilience and growth through adversity. Too often, we rescue and avoid consequence rather than learning how to work through it. Rituals help when we hit the bottom – but then we need the freedom and reality to hit that rock. How else do we rebuild?