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Showing posts with label Resurrection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Resurrection. Show all posts

Thursday, 11 May 2017

Whom Do You Seek?

The revered Buddhist teacher, Thich Nhat Hanh has written a book about fear.[1] In it he speaks of a universal transition trauma – the moment of birth. He describes how the nine months preceding birth are a time of simple existence, of equilibrium and, above all, of acceptance. All that is needed for basic survival is supplied through the body of another. Whether or not that ‘other’ wills it, the unborn infant simply receives. Then, the teacher argues, comes birth, and with it fear.

Most of us have not experienced the kind of therapy which takes you back to the birth moment, but we have all experienced fear, to a greater or lesser extent, at certain times in our lives. The moment of birth is a moment of primal fear. It is primal because it is the first moment in our lives when we are forced to come to terms with need. This need is massive and, for the newborn child, wholly incomprehensible. In the moment of birth it makes itself felt as an urgent need for immediate survival – air, nourishment and the closeness of another human body, the latter two being of a piece.

The need for tactile relationship endures. Long after we are able to breathe independently, and feed and clothe ourselves, there remains a deep need for the ‘other’. As emotionally healthy adults this need is fully met when we can recognise, and perhaps meet, another person’s need as well. Those who have experienced emotional abuse in childhood (and all abuse is emotional), will go on through life trying to have their emotional needs met, either by repeating the pattern learned through their parents or, perhaps, by trying to prevent or make up for the neglect they experienced by making themselves indispensible to others, both of these coping strategies leading to further toxic relationships and thwarted lives.

This is why I find the story of the risen Christ meeting a grieving friend in the garden so significant. It is a moment of healing in which the friend is not only restored to herself  but ‘given permission’ to use her giftedness. She is tasked with announcing the good news of the Resurrection to others. But first, Jesus asks her why she is weeping and who she is seeking.

I think her tears and his questions speak of the human condition itself. We are all, at times, weeping for what has been lost or never fully realised in our lives. Even so, there is a paradox in the conversation between Christ and Mary, as it is recorded in St. John’s gospel. Mary, on realising who is speaking to her, reaches out to grasp him. She needs him. But he tells her not to touch him because he is not yet risen to the Father. Later, though, he will invite Thomas, the one who needs empirical proof before he can believe in the ‘hallucinations’ of someone as distraught as Mary (we are always a bit hard on Thomas) will be invited to touch him.

This seems a little unfair. It should have been the other way round, Mary being allowed to hold him, rather than Thomas the sceptic. Unless, of course, we think more deeply about the need being expressed by Mary. It is a quite different need from Thomas’s. Mary’s need represents what we are all seeking in that deep hidden part of ourselves. It takes us back to our first breath, our first cry of need for someone. Mary’s need is more than a need for reassurance that what she is seeing and longing for is in fact happening, as was promised. It implies hope fulfilled in a moment of deep need.

She recognises Christ as ‘Rabboni’, the beloved Teacher, as he says her name. Part of the reason for our chronic loneliness as a society, or as members of a particular church, is that we seldom hear our name being called – our name being the person we really are. It may even  be necessary to hide who we are, or to deny our giftedness, because there are some who fear us. Their fear will translate as envy and could destroy us.

The same thing can happen in families. Abusive parents fear, and want to suppress or control, the real person in their child, because that person challenges them. In being who and what they are, they show their parents the truth about themselves. Truth spoken through another person’s integrity can remind others that they are not who they imagine themselves to be, or would like others to believe they are. Truth spoken through another’s integrity, or giftedness, can make another person feel undermined or threatened. No wonder, then, that the women who brought the news of the resurrection to Christ’s closest friends were dismissed as ‘foolish’.




[1] Thich Nhat Hanh, Fear – Essential Wisdom for Getting Through the Storm, Rider, London (2012)

Monday, 17 April 2017

Alive

Dawn (author generated)
Perhaps the less said the better when it comes to Easter, as opposed to Christmas with all its its carolling and food preparation. There is a different kind of build-up to Christmas. Setting aside the present-buying hype with all its attendant pressures, Advent, if you take it seriously, is about light and darkness. The days shorten as, each Sunday, another candle is lit, insistent light piercing the growing darkness.

Easter has a very different prelude. There are the long weeks of Lent, coinciding with the lengthening days of early Spring as they lead us into Holy Week. Lent was originally intended as a time of preparation for baptism, culminating in the deep darkness of Holy Week.

Holy Week is an invitation to re-learn the art of remembering aright, remembering how things are, coming to terms with the reality which we can only bear in very small doses, given the weakness of human nature and our capacity for self delusion. The triumph of Palm Sunday leads almost immediately to the betrayal which follows the last supper, and the hours of agonised prayer in a garden near the city while others slept.

Our lives are summed up in these six pivotal days, as our mortality is defined by them. Many churches end their Maundy Thursday liturgy by a stripping of the altars, followed by the resounding closure of the church bible. The sound will echo around the darkened empty church, a reminder of the transience of worldly things, the fickleness of popularity and success, and the fear of oblivion with which we associate death itself. Good Friday follows, and then the long wait through Holy Saturday when tradition tells us that Christ descended into hell to rescue Adam and poor old Judas. The Church waits in silence for his return.

Then comes Easter, the most unexpected kind of return, redolent of the silence and subtlety of the beginning of all things. The reality of the Resurrection has a way of dawning on us quite gradually, as it must have done for those who first witnessed it. It happened, we presume, at first light, that moment when after a long night of sleepless watching, we realise that the night darkness is not darkness any more. There is a softness and a secrecy about this realised moment.

Belief in the Resurrection is about realisation. It is something understood at the deepest intuitive level of the human psyche, what we might call the ‘soul’. The triumph of the Resurrection is commensurate with the triumph of the Cross. It is about forgiveness. There is a deep and almost hidden joy about it, a joy which takes hold of us as if by stealth. This is what we experience as new life in a moment of real forgiveness.

The dawn moment, for those who take part in the great Easter Liturgy, is subtle. It is ‘silent as light’, to quote a certain well known hymn. It returns us to the silence of the beginning of all things, a beginning that simply was, rather than ‘existed’ in any kind of mathematically construed time framework. It also returns us to the defining ‘yes’ of a young girl’s acquiescence to God’s invitation to be at one with her and, because of her courageous obedience, with us.

So it is also about the relatedness which is intrinsic to God’s being. To talk of the ‘existence’ of God is to limit God’s being, to try to render it down to our level of understanding, to deny the mystery of what we call the Trinity and to deny his relatedness to us in and through the person of Jesus Christ. The Resurrection was not a matter of reviving a corpse. It was, and is, about the risen and glorious body, something which we will ultimately share in, as we shall fully share in the relatedness of God’s own life.

The Resurrection is divine mystery. As Christ said to his friends shortly before his death, there is much more that we could know but, like his friends, we would not be able to bear such knowledge. From this it follows that the Resurrection is a mystery because we cannot fully understand its implications,  or perhaps we are not ready for them until we understand them in the moment of our dying. We are not yet able to fully embrace the mystery of the Resurrection because of our inability to live with the kind of joy which is unique to Easter, or, put differently, because of our unwillingness to live in the contemplation of God.