Do not neglect to show hospitality to strangers, for by doing that
some have entertained angels without knowing it.
Do
you want to hear a good ghost story?
Two
travellers meet a stranger on the road. They are in a hurry to get out of town
because their Shaman has just been executed and they don’t want to be next.
The
stranger asks what they’re talking about so intently and they’re surprised that
he hasn’t heard about it. The stranger says “tell me about it” and gets them to
tell the whole story in their own words including a fantastic report from some
(nameless) women in their group about meeting an angel and the Shaman too - alive and well!
As
they journey together the Stranger gives them a big picture view of how it all
needed to happen this way. The Stranger has a grasp of their holy scriptures
that pulls a sense of history and continuity from them.
To
this Stranger it’s not surprising that the Authorities have eliminated a
subversive threat to their empire’s social and religious power. Any prophet
that seeks to inspire the people’s imaginations to renew the old ways of Sabbath
and Jubilee – can expect the same.
The
day is ending and the two have reached their day’s destination. It looks like
the Stranger will keep going but they insist on inviting him to stay with them.
They know the old ways. Hospitality is a core spiritual practice.
The
Stranger accepts and in return offers a blessing on the bread served at the
table. When the Stranger breaks the bread and shares it – as the story goes –
the two travellers suddenly “see”.
They
get it. They get what the Shaman had been telling them all along. That whenever
they share their lives with those in need – in the give and take of their
ancient hospitality codes – they will be in the presence of the holy, the
sacred, the source.
And
as soon as they see; as soon as they get a glimpse – the holy one disappears. No
snapshot. No autograph. No proof. Just a story to tell.
“Did
not our hearts burn within as the Stranger revealed god’s purpose in the
scriptures!” they said to one another.
How well do we truly see one another?
There’s
a wise old man who tells me “I’ve been living and eating and working and
sleeping with this same woman for 62 years. And I try to wake up each morning
and look at her as if I hardly know her. I wonder – who is this person and what
gifts might she have to offer that I haven’t yet discovered? What new thing is
unfolding in her life?”
How
well do we see one another?
How
well do we look?
Do
we simply look for the surface signs that tell us quickly how to assess, judge,
and categorize this person so we can label them (rich, poor, abled, disabled,
queer, artsy, business-straight-arrow, flake, techno geek, hipster,
eco-warrior, hippy, punk, slut, tight-ass, etc, etc, etc - how many more can
you name???)
Do
we bother to take a second look? Beneath the surface?
Do
we know how to ask the right questions to lift the veil of judgment from our
eyes and see with our curiosity peaked?
How
aware am I of the inner dialogue that’s quickly going on – sorting, judging,
labeling (good/bad, safe/scary, interesting/worthless)
When
the Shaman says love your neighbour as you love yourself – shouldn’t such an
exercise give us pause to consider. If I love my neighbour only as well as I
love myself – then just how well do I love myself?
As
I listen to my inner dialogue, I find that I must count myself among my
greatest critics. Maybe I’m just particularly hard on myself? Maybe I’m just a
little too self-absorbed? Maybe I care too much what others think of me?
Or
maybe this is the human condition?
When
I spent a lot of time with people who dwelt in the community called “homeless”,
I quickly identified that personal dignity and self respect were an issue. My
crazy poet prophet priest of the sacred sewers Larry helped me to see that my
own brokenness, my own pain and self-hatred were directly related to my
relationships of helping or healing with those who seem – at first glance – the
least amongst us.
Yet
Jesus, who we raise high on Easter morning clearly tells us where to look for
his presence. Among those thirsty for dignity. Those hungry for a fair shake –
or even a break. Those imprisoned by bars and those imprisoned by the jails of
their own making, Jesus says “you help them and you will meet me” In their
sufferings, their sacred journey towards wholeness they trudge, stumble and
fall - but shoeless and straight with only one way to go - while I drive in comfort in circles.
So
before I run to my neighbour’s rescue – perhaps a deeper encounter with the
challenges of loving self are called for?
Layers
and layers of day by day, year by year, thought patterns – neural networks
trained to go from here to there and back again have engrained a deep rut of
thinking in my mind. What new practices might I try to take my mind into new,
enlightened, loving, wholeness? Might I learn to see myself thru the eyes of
the One who made me?
In
silent, but active, meditation I perceive the diamond essence of my most
ancient soul shepherded by angel guardians more ancient than the granite beneath
my butt. As I encounter the mud-slinging self, my inner judge.
Of
course this is not the face I show to the world. I put on my mask of
self-confidence. I tell people that I am “fine”. I pull up my socks and put on
my breastplate of social graces and take my sword of self-half-truths into the
fray every day I can. And some days it is harder than others.
So
where are those angel guardians on those days?
My
teacher tells me to use my imagination. My imagination being the place where
god can speak, and move, and help co-create new beginnings – new neural
pathways.
If
I am to love god with my whole heart, mind, and soul and love my neighbour as I
love myself, well then, I’d better first make sure my whole heart, mind, and
soul are ready. If i enter into the fray with mud on my boots, fear in my
heart, cataracts of judgment on my eyes, and defensive, self-protective weapons
at ready - then might I actually end up doing more damage than good?
Here’s
a little tidbit my friend Cheryl passed along…
Awakened and
Astonished — Part I
by Richard Rohr, OFM
“These
people make a big show of saying the right thing, but their hearts aren’t in it
. . . so I am going to step in and shock them awake, astonish them, and stand
them on their ears.
—Isaiah 29:14, The Message Eugene Peterson’s translation
—Isaiah 29:14, The Message Eugene Peterson’s translation
A recent study on altruism is supposed to have
shown that people affiliated with religion are statistically no less nor more
loving than people who call themselves unbelievers. In fact, they are often
more egocentric, and only a very small percentage is genuinely or heroically
altruistic.
If
true, this is surely disappointing and humiliating for religion, although I
must say that it largely matches my own observations. Some of the most
naturally generous people I have ever known have been secularized Jews. And
they don’t even believe in an afterlife system of reward and punishment! We
really have to look at this.
1 comment:
Truths clothed in the poetry of a good and honest man who refuses to live a surrogate life and through whose words I can admit my own vulnerability - nay fragility in full acceptance of my human frailty and saving grace of unrelenting compassion for the plight of humanity in this blinking instant of now in the unfolding cosmos of infinite nows - and what do I know besides I AM ?
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