A Heavy Weight

Are you called to proclaim the Gospel of the Lord Jesus Christ?

Jesus invested the 12 with power over unclean spirits, so they knew.

Amos did not know he was called to prophesy.  But he was doing so, and then the Lord came and told him to prophesy to Israel.

But Paul tells us in Ephesians that God has marked all of us.  In Jesus Christ we “have received our inheritance.”  This inheritance is our “freedom and forgiveness of sins.”  We know “the message of truth and gospel of [our] salvation.”  These are one and the same thing, and we are called to go preach this Gospel — freedom and the forgiveness of sins.  That is our salvation!

This duty is a heavy one.  Our shoulders should bow under the pressure of carrying out this gospel message if we only realized the reality of it.  I’ve seen pictures of former students being ordained as transitional deacons and priests over the last few weeks.  They have taken this mantle upon themselves to live out the Gospel message — to lead people to the truth which is freedom and forgiveness of sins.

It is too easy for us to think that they have this calling and we do not.  We’re married with children, or single with careers that we cannot live without.  We have baseball teams and conferences and friends to hang with.  It’s not our job to preach this Gospel.

It’s easy to think that.  In our hearts, though, we know that every day we live this Gospel message — the message of forgiveness — then we live in the Freedom of Christ and we prophesy before the world that freedom and forgiveness.  And when we fail to forgive.  When we separate our lives from that Gospel message.  When we refuse to give money to the man with the sign on the highway, or the woman with the dirty kids in tow looking starved because they aren’t being responsible for themselves — then we do not forgive, and we too are trapped in slavery — slavery to beliefs about responsibility that have nothing to do with the human response to pain and suffering.

Which is forgiveness and freedom.

But maybe the weight is too heavy on our shoulders.

WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME

WHAT EASTER MEANS TO ME

I was trying to think about the after-life the other day. You know, those big questions about heaven, hell, the soul, and all that.

I say I was trying because I rapidly came to the conclusion that I had no idea what I was thinking about.

Really: All my knowledge, as Aristotle or Thomas Aquinas would agree, is bound by the experiences I have had as a living human being. Anything which is not bound up with the sort of thing that is experienced in life is the sort of thing I can’t even imagine. All I know is life.

Yet the funny thing about life is that we also know how limited it is. We know things to be finite and temporary. We are all aware that we must eventually die.

Which brings me to Easter. What is Easter? It is the belief that somehow death isn’t final; indeed, it may only be an illusion. At Easter we speak of death losing its sting. We read of Resurrection. But what is Resurrection? Is it not the assertion that death has a flip-side: Return, rebirth, renewal?

The challenge of Easter is to see how life–Life Itself–is animating everything and runs deep into the very fabric of reality. Life Itself is a divine spark that runs in you and me and everything else. All things have their origin in Life Itself. Life Itself has no opposite. It has no nemesis like Death that can eliminate it; rather, even what looks like death to us will ultimately be transformed by Life Itself into a living victory for all that is good, compassionate and just.

In many religions, Life Itself is called God. This is fine. But we must not think of this God as something entirely separate from the world, especially as separate from human history. Rather, God’s love and compassion run through all things. This is seen in many of the readings at the Easter Vigil: We read first the creation narrative, in which the Spirit of God runs on the waters, animates all things, brings all things into being.

Then we read of an oppressed people, a nation turned into slaves by an arrogant and greedy nation. This may remind us of many structural injustices that still exist today. But again God is active in human history: “Then I will receive glory through Pharaoh and all his army, his chariots and charioteers.”

I was struck in this reading by an unusual piece of imagery: The Egyptians are pursuing the fleeing slaves, and God “clogged their chariot wheels that they could hardly drive.” I thought to myself: This seems like a pretty minimalist effort by God. He could have stopped them in any number of dramatic ways; he could have set them on fire. Instead, he clogs wheels? And clogs them only so that they can “hardly” drive?

Then I realized that clogged wheels are a natural part of life. The freedom of God’s chosen people, their liberation from greed and slavery, comes not in supernatural miracles, but relies entirely on the ordinary facts of life: Clogged wheels.

The divine is in the ordinary.

At Easter we celebrate that Life Itself is bringing all people toward liberation, enveloping us in strange and subtle ways in a freedom from greed, from oppression, from slavery, from arrogance. Our liberation need not come in some dazzling flash of miracles: We can find it in the little things; we can watch as the wheels of injustice become clogged and every minute we move a step closer to a divine freedom.

And the best response is to be grateful for the compassion which animates the universe, which brings life into being, which mutes death in ways we can not understand. We can be grateful in many ways. When we engage spiritual practices we can do so gratefully. When we stand against injustice we act out of gratefulness. The Occupy Movement can be seen as a large-scale act of gratefulness that seeks to bring the freedom of Easter to the whole world.

We can’t understand the after-life, but we can understand this life, and be grateful for it.

Easter, to me, is about the victory of Life Itself, the failure of death, the collapse of injustice, the proliferation of freedom, and gratefulness for the knowledge that Life Itself is begging us all closer and closer. May this gratefulness animate all of our lives.

Happy Easter.