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Showing posts with label Comforter. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Comforter. Show all posts

Sunday, 24 May 2015

THE GIFT THAT KEEPS ON GIVING


Veni, Creator Spiritus . . . I have always loved the Latin hymns with their stately iambic tetrameters; and this one especially. Since my youth – and an education not given to particular ‘devotions’ – I’ve had a special orientation towards the Holy Ghost (and towards St John the Evangelist, after whom I was named at baptism and who was the poet of the Gospels). The Third Person of the Trinity, so ungraspable, so strange and yet so close: what do we do with him?

The question is of course the wrong way round. What does He do with us? The readings I’ve seen recently give one useful answer, which has doubtless occurred to many. Jesus promises the disciples that he will send them the Spirit to be with them after he has gone up to the Father. So, says Fr Marc Sevin, all the things that Jesus says he still has to tell them but which they ‘cannot bear now’: these are the things the Spirit will tell them – tell us – in and through the community of the Church, from the first Pentecost to the Second Coming. 

So in that sense, the Spirit is the One who continues Jesus’ teaching. What else does he do? Another reading says that the Pentecostal event of the tongues is not about speaking, but about hearing and understanding. Each person heard and understood what was being said, in his own dialect. So the Spirit teaches us to hear and understand both God and our neighbour in our own dialect. First, we can look through and beyond language- and communication-barriers to the heart, and meet one another in the language of love; and secondly, we hear and understand both God and our neighbour in the way we, personally, are capable of doing so. The Spirit, then, removes barriers: the barriers between us and our neighbours are removed by both of us hearing the one who is speaking of God, and the barriers between us and God are removed by our understanding what is being said. 

What else does the Spirit do? Paul says that He prays in us. ‘Likewise the Spirit also helpeth our infirmities: for we know not what we should pray for as we ought: but the Spirit itself maketh intercession for us with groanings which cannot be uttered’ (Romans 8:26) – and the Father understands this, says Paul, because the Spirit does so kata Theon, in conformity, in harmony, with God. This goes very deep. If when we pray the vastness of God Himself prays in us; like something holding us up as we learn to swim; then our prayer takes on a trembling confidence we may never have thought of.

I wrote last time that the Spirit is our Paraclete, our Defender, our Advocate. He is also our ‘shield and defender’ against the Evil One. And he is the Comforter – a word we have somewhat trivialised in applying it to blankets and such. And, we are taught, ‘comfort’ in Early Modern English still has the sense of con-fortare, strengthening. He is the Comforter in that sense: he strengthens us when we definitely do not feel up to things. Here again, we should learn to be aware of that as a Presence, and to rely on it: how many people might avoid the clutching quicksand of depression, the knifing of despair, if they knew Who was ready to hold them up and give them that extra ounce of strength they lack?

He teaches us; helps us hear and understand; prays in, with and for us; strengthens us and holds us up. No wonder Pentecost, Whitsun, is a feast. A feast; a festival; a celebration. We can’t earn the Spirit; we can’t work to receive him; we can’t get him by making sacrifices or fasting or doing good. He is given us, as a gift, a present, free of charge. He gives Himself. As the French say, Que du bonheur! What joy.


Sunday, 8 June 2014

FOR WHITSUNDAY -- OR PENTECOST











I've been reading the magnificent collection of Latin hymns I bought at the Kalamazoo medieval conference (One Hundred Latin Hymns, Ambrose to Aquinas, from Harvard), which is an absolute treasure. Peter Walsh's translations are lovely- metre without rhyme, like most of the hymns themselves. So it occurred to me to try my hand at an unrhymed hymn in the iambic tetrameter the Latin often uses.

AD PATRIS LIMEN REDIENS

Returning to his Father's house,
The rising Son our sunset wrought:
leaving us grey and comfortless
to face the day, survive the night

Before he came we had the Law,
harsh, but secure: fulfilling it
he took away our rod and staff
and gave the fearful gift of Love

No rules, no simple precepts now:
decision dwells deep in the heart;
how shall we live with such a weight,
being our own Law, every day?

Peace: for the Father's deathless love
remembers us when we forget;
the Son who sits at his right hand
is mindful of our loneliness

Third Person of the Trinity,
the Holy Spirit, Paraclete,
prepares himself to come to us,
and plunges to our careless world

Welcome among us, Comforter,
strengthen us now from deep within, 
pray in us, rule our hands and lives,
illuminate our wakeful mind

Breathe in our breath, see through our eyes,
speak with our tongue, and let the world
stare at our newness every day,
and praise thy presence in our love.