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Showing posts with label Thomas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Thomas. Show all posts

Monday, 9 April 2018

FOR ALL YOU DOUBTING THOMASES

Worcester College

On this First Sunday After Easter, alias Mercy Sunday, I can do no better than repost, with her permission and my gratitude, today's sermon by my priestly daughter, now Chaplain of Worcester College, Oxford. Read, mark, learn, and inwardly digest.

Thomas
On this Sunday after Easter, we are offered some remarkable stories about discipleship and it seems like a good opportunity to use them to reflect on our own journeys of faith.
The first, and most obvious story is that of Thomas. There is a method of spiritual reading of the Bible which encourages us to imagine ourselves as one of the characters in the narrative and really live the event from their point of view. During Holy Week and Easter, it is almost impossible not to do this. The characters are so full of life and the narrative is so vivid that we are drawn inexorably into the way of the cross as we tread the path with Jesus. Sometimes we are Mary, watching and waiting as the event unfolds. Sometimes Peter, denying we are followers of Jesus at all. Sometimes the accuser, sometimes the soldiers, sometimes the women laying his precious body to rest.
The beauty of the narrative is that it invites this kind of reading. The author of the Gospel of John is explicit when he says that he has written everything ‘so that we might believe.’ There is a profound interplay here between the written word and the way it speaks to our faith in God. John is writing the Gospel so that everyone who reads it and hears it might believe that Jesus is the Son of God. If you believe that this is the case, John is convinced of two things: that you will have found a way to have, as Jesus puts it ‘life in all its fullness’ and that this abundance of life will not end with death. ‘For God so loved the world that he gave his only son, so that everyone who believes in him may not perish but may have eternal life.’ (John 3.16)
When I was a school Chaplain, I was lucky enough to meet a man from the Gideons who told me about his mission to prisoners. He would take the small red New Testaments into prison and distribute them with words of encouragement. One day a man came to tell him that the thin pages were the perfect size for cigarette paper and he had indeed smoked his way through Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. By the time he got to Acts, he felt that perhaps he should read the pages before smoking them. He was converted by Peter’s speech on the resurrection of Jesus and had come to ask my friend for a new copy of the Bible.
These words on cigarette-thin paper were written ‘so that you might believe’. They are words to comfort and to heal. Words to challenge and to inspire. Words which echo across centuries and reach into your heart today.
The story of doubting Thomas plays its part in this conversation between us and God. The resurrected Jesus meets his friends for the first time and knowing exactly the level of their fear and anxiety, his first words to them are ‘peace be with you.’ He says it twice. He understands.
Peace. We know what it feels like. The sunshine reminds us of it. A feeling of calm. Of beauty. Of ease. Those times in life when we are aligned with the world, in tune with the basso continuo of life. No worries to niggle us. No stress to unsettle us. No sadness to drag us down.
Imagine how deeply sad the disciples must have been. Imagine the weight of their grief. Not only their beloved friend, but their longest running snap-chat streak, the one they spoke to every day and who settled them and made sense of life; not only this but also the leader of their community, their purpose, their reason to live. All this died in them when he died. The locked doors are not only factual in John’s story. They are symbolic. In the face of grief, we lock down.
And into this, the risen life of Christ walks. Through the locked doors, breathing peace into the fear. ‘Peace be with you.’
Thomas was not part of it and the disciples are not good at explaining. They don’t really know what has happened and they are not making a lot of sense to Thomas. He needs to see, feel, hold, touch the man who made sense of his life.
And Jesus gets this. He holds out his hands and he invites Thomas to touch. This is no ghost, no apparition or wish fulfilment. This is real. Thomas gets it.
‘My Lord and My God.’
Our readings today have important things to teach us about the practical life of a follower of Jesus. John’s Gospel reminds us that we have the power of forgiveness, each one of us and there is enough in a single verse of the Gospel to give us food for prayer for the rest of the week as we reflect on our own ability to forgive. Jesus considers forgiveness to be the gift of the Holy Spirit, and it is so central to his message about how we should live that it has a central role in the prayer we say every day: ‘forgive us our trespasses as we forgive those who trespass against us.’
The book of Acts, the one which converted our smoking friend in prison, gives us a really remarkable reading in chapter 4 about how we should live as a community: sharing and giving up our own wealth so that our neighbours in Christ might be cared for, ‘there was not a needy person among them.’ (4.34) This earliest group of Christians were characterised by two things, we are told. Verse 32 says ‘now the whole group of those who believed were of one heart and soul.’ And the following verse tells us that ‘great grace was upon them all.’
This is a powerful image of the possibilities of living the resurrection life and the church should hold on to it with joy and hope. But today’s readings highlight the contrast between this and the immediate aftermath of the crucifixion. This transformed, grace-filled life begins behind the locked doors of the upper room. And it takes doubt as its starting point.
It is not hard to inhabit the character of Thomas, because doubt is part of the journey of faith: particularly in the empiricist world in which we now live. And what our readings tell us this morning is that God knows. God knows that doubt is part of the human condition and God responds to it at the level we need: ‘reach our your hand and put it into my wounds’ (John 20.27).
God does not love us less, if we doubt. God is always reaching out to us. Continually. But at some point, we have to reach back towards God and we must trust that it is true. ‘My Lord and My God.’


Wednesday, 9 August 2017

APORIA? ROAD MAP?

James Tissot, "The Last Supper" ca. 1890, Brooklyn Museum


A night of the full moon in the South of France. Awake at 4 a.m., I do not hear but am filled with a group of words, a phrase of a great intensity.

I AM THE WAY, THE TRUTH, AND THE LIFE.

I know this, of course: John 14:6. Yet I have never before thought it, meditated it, pondered it, let it echo, and pursue it to its reverberating depths. This time, it presents itself in the context of Benedict XVI’s saying, in his Jesus of Nazareth, that Jesus does not give or proclaim or write or promulgate a new Torah, but that Jesus is himself the new Torah. This is a concept of almost frightening density, rather like a Black Hole that swallows up all light and matter around it. Jesus is fully man; Jesus is fully God; and Jesus is the new Law, the new Torah for mankind. How does one respond to this? A simple WWJD (WhatWouldJesusDo?) in every circumstance is not enough.

I have written recently about the prayer of adoration as a form of energy. If Jesus is the new Torah, our proper response would be one of a focused intensity of which that prayer is only the faint beginning. To a devout Jew, the Law must not only be obeyed but it must be internalised: it must become part of you.

How I love your Torah!
I meditate on it all day. 
I am wiser than my foes,
because your mitzvot are mine forever.
I have more understanding than all my teachers,
because I meditate on your instruction.
I understand more than my elders,
because I keep your precepts.
I keep my feet from every evil way,
in order to observe your word.
I don’t turn away from your rulings,
because you have instructed me.
How sweet to my tongue is your promise,
truly sweeter than honey in my mouth!    (Ps. 119:97-103)

If Jesus is the new Torah, all the laws, the precepts, the ruling, the mitzvot, are all gathered into one – not one sentence but one human figure, just large enough to fill a cross. If we are to meditate on this, keep to it, observe it, not turn away from it, and eventually know it as sweeter than honey in our souls, we need to find a way of condensing all the energy of our spirit into a beam that circles until it suddenly, or finally, meets the opposing beam that is circling seeking us, and the two fuse into one along which angels rise and descend.

So here I was with John 14:6 echoing in my moonlit head.  I AM THE WAY. Whither? He explains it: no one comes to the Father save through me. The way to God the Father. But what this time struck me utterly was the verb. I do not tell you the way, as a philosopher or a theologian might. I do not show you the way, as a spiritual guide, a Christian Vergil, might. I do not even accompany you upon the way, as if you were Clopas trudging to Emmaus.  I AM the way. And the verb is the Name of God. Your mind is kicked smartly and completely off its normal path. If you ARE the way, how do I walk you?

I AM THE TRUTH. I do not tell you, show you, or guide you to the truth: I AM the truth. (And the verb is the Name of God.) One of the great philosophical problems of our age – and perhaps the great one – is that we no longer believe that if A (unproveable) is true, then B (the opposite of A but equally unproveable) must be false. Yet at the same time we have no philosophical theory for reconciling incompatible factors as both “true”. In the normal sense, for instance, Christian theology of the afterlife is incompatible with Buddhist reincarnation; so if one is true, the other is false. Since we now tend to count respect for others human beings as more crucial than being right about metaphysics, we have learnt to fudge such questions and treat them as irrelevant. But if Jesus Christ IS the truth, the whole question is yanked out of its tired ruts and reconfigured as a spiritual laser beam. I AM the truth then means: there is no truth outside me. And when we think about it, we realise that there is no logical opposite to the statement, at least beyond the childish tu quoque “No you’re not.”  The apt response to this saying is Thomas Didymus’ falling to his knees and breathing “My Lord and my God!”

I AM THE LIFE. Again, this stills arguments, not only among theologians but within ourselves. What is the proper Christian life? we worry. Is it active or contemplative? Helping the helpless or praying in a Carmel? Is it compatible with – divorce, abortion, homosexuality, serving in a war, being a banker? What is eternal life? Pie in the sky when you die? The timeless, endless presence of God’s love? Or simply an extra dimension to this life on earth? These are arguments we have with ourselves as much as with others. Yet they are stunned into silence when Jesus says I AM the Life. (And the verb is the Name of God.) No, we are not to live like him. We are to live him. What does that mean? Rationally, we do not know. But there are things that pull us out of rationality: the recent Feast of the Transfiguration was such an occasion. So if we know we are to live him but we cannot get our minds around that, the message is perhaps quite simply that we had better start trying to do so, with all the urgency and focusing we are capable of.

It is all a little beyond us; yet he himself said it clearly and unambiguously to eleven not terribly sophisticated men (and to Thomas in particular). Two codas help. In the first place: “And I will pray the Father, and he shall give you another Comforter, that he may abide with you for ever; even the Spirit of truth; whom the world cannot receive, because it seeth him not, neither knoweth him: but ye know him; for he dwelleth with you, and shall be in you. I will not leave you comfortless: I will come to you.” And finally: “If a man love me, he will keep my words: and my Father will love him, and we will come unto him, and make our abode with him.” That last passage I have always found utterly moving.