Sunday, April 27, 2014

Partaking of the Divine Nature

I am reading Merton again this weekend.  New Seeds of Contemplation.  It has been a while since I’ve read New Seeds.  I can’t point to exactly why the Spirit led me to this little book again just now, but I have a distinct sense that God is telling me something profound, something that I need.  Not something I need to know as much as something I need to experience, no something I need to pursue.  I’m afraid that I can’t put it into words.  You will seek me, and you will find me, when you seek me with your whole heart. 
  

Yesterday I read and re-read “Things in Their Identity”, a reflection on the nature of created things and on who we are in light of Who God is.  Much of the chapter is quite abstract and would be difficult to explain here, but the words prepared my heart somehow for a pre-dawn encounter this morning with a remarkable biblical truth I had not seen before.

His divine power has granted to us all things that pertain to life and godliness, through the knowledge of him who called us to his own glory and excellence, by which he has granted to us his precious and very great promises, so that through them you may become partakers of the divine nature.” II Peter 1:3-4.

We are called to the glory and excellence of God, granted His precious and very great promises, so that we may partake of the divine nature.  We are meant to be drawn to God, to commune with God, to partake of His divine nature – an eternal, indestructible, immutable, unblemished nature.  We are not who we are meant to be.  In Christ we are becoming who we were meant to be, by His divine power, becoming partakers of the divine nature.
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From New Seeds of Contemplation, Things in Their Identity. Thomas Merton

This particular tree will give glory to God by spreading out its roots in the earth and raising its branches into the air and the light in a way that no other tree before or after it ever did or ever will do… each particular being, in its individuality, its concrete nature and entity, with all its own characteristics and its private qualities and its own inviolable identity, gives glory to God by being precisely what He wants it to be here and now, in the circumstances ordained for it by His Love and His infinite Art.

The special clumsy beauty of this particular colt on this April day in this field under these clouds is a holiness consecrated to God by His own creative wisdom and it declares the glory of God… The little yellow flowers that nobody notices on the edge of that road are saints looking up into the face of God… The lakes hidden among the hills are saints, and the sea too is a saint who praises God without interruption in her majestic dance.

The great, gashed, half-naked mountain is another of God’s saints.  There is no other like him.  He is alone in his own character; nothing else in the world ever did or ever will imitate God in quite the same way.  That is his sanctity.

But what about you? What about me?

For us, holiness is more than humanity.  If we are never anything more than people, we will not be able to offer to God the worship of our imitation… God leaves us free to be whatever we like.  We can be ourselves or not, as we please.  We are at liberty to be real, or to be unreal.

We are free beings and children of God.  This means to say that we should not passively exist, but actively participate in His creative freedom, in our own lives, and the lives of others, by choosing the truth.  To put it better, we are even called to share with God the work of creating the truth of our identity.  We can evade this responsibility by playing with masks, and this pleases us because it can appear at times to be a free and creative way of living.  It is quite easy, it seems to please everyone.  But in the long run the cost and the sorrow come very high.  To work out our own identity in God, which the Bible calls ‘working out our salvation,’ is a labor that requires sacrifice and anguish, risk and many tears.  It demands close attention to reality at every moment, and great fidelity to God as He reveals Himself, obscurely, in the mystery of each new situation.  The secret of my full identity is hidden in Him.  He alone can make me who I am, or rather who I will be… But unless I desire this identity and work to find it with Him and in Him, the work will never be done.

My false and private self is the one who wants to exist outside the reach of God’s will and God’s love – outside of reality and outside of life.  And such a self cannot help but be an illusion.

I use up my life in the desire for pleasures and the thirst for experiences, for power, honor, knowledge and love, to clothe this false self and construct its nothingness into something objectively real.  And I wind experiences around myself and cover myself with pleasures and glory like bandages in order to make myself perceptible to myself and to the world, as if I were an invisible body that could only become visible when something visible covered its surface.

The secret of my identity is hidden in the love and mercy of God.

Ultimately the only way that I can be myself is to become identified with Him in Whom is hidden the reason and fulfillment of my existence… if I find Him, I will find myself…

But though this looks simple, it is in reality immensely difficult.  In fact, if I am left to myself it will be utterly impossible… there is no human and rational way in which I can arrive at that contact, that possession of Him, which will be the discovery of Who He really is and of Who I am in Him.

That is something that no man can ever do alone.

The only One Who can teach me to find God is God, Himself, Alone.
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His divine power has granted to us all things pertaining to life and godliness…

Friday, April 18, 2014

Uncle Jack

My Uncle Jack died this past week.  He was 67 years old.  I found out as I arrived in Zimbabwe.  I’ve been thinking about Uncle Jack a lot this week.  There are two memories I have that really capture what he meant to me.
 
Uncle Jack was my biology teacher in 10th grade and the high school principal when I was in 11th and 12th.  For some reason, my most vivid memory of Uncle Jack was a very simple encounter from high school.  One day as I was walking down the main corridor of FHS toward the office and the main entrance, Uncle Jack caught me from behind, put his arm across my back and gripped my shoulder while we walked together down the hall.  I have no idea what we talked about; but I was a shy, insecure kid, and that simple act never left me.  I have a feeling that he had some idea he was sharing with me, or maybe he was just checking on how I was doing; but I like to think that we were conspiring together to do something wonderful.  Perhaps we are still carrying it out.

The last memory I have of Uncle Jack was from Josh and Marni’s wedding last September.  As always, he met me with a firm handshake and several questions about what I was doing.  He listened intently with his mouth partway open and his eyes focused on me as if I were the only person in the room telling him the most fascinating thing he had ever heard.  When I had finished, he leaned back slightly with that same expression and then the unforgettable smile reflexively took over his face and a slow shake of his head communicated his approval without words. 

Reflecting on Uncle Jack, I remember something I first realized upon the death of my college advisor and mentor several years ago.  There is no higher honor in life than the affirmation of someone you esteem highly.  My uncle had a way of bringing forward the best of my character and affirming the good.  I will always be grateful for him and will remember him with honor, respect and joy.
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“Love believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things.” I Corinthians 13:7