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Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts
Showing posts with label summer. Show all posts

Sunday, 30 July 2017

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT YOU COULD RELAX . . .




Here, in the middle of summer, it would be nice to give our minds a break. But today's reading comes from Paul's letter to the congregation in Rome, whose intelligence and alertness he never underestimates. And accordingly, the awesome Sr Emmanuelle Billoteau, Benedictine hermit in Provence, has provided a "meditation" to comment on it which equally refuses to underestimate us. How refreshing. I've chosen J.B. Phillips's New Testament translation to represent the current official French one, which mostly fits. Read with care, because this is not easy. But very, very rewarding.

“Moreover we know that to those who love God, who are called according to his plan, everything that happens fits into a pattern for good. God, in his foreknowledge, chose them to bear the family likeness of his Son, that he might be the eldest of a family of many brothers. He chose them long ago; when the time came he called them, he made them righteous in his sight, and then lifted them to the splendour of life as his own sons.”
(Romans 8:28-30; tr. J.B. Phillips)

GOD, GREATER THAN OUR HEART
Sr Emmanuelle Billoteau, Benedictine hermit

In the space of three verses of extreme density, Paul sketches our ultimate destiny. Thus he opens up for us a horizon that goes far beyond what our spirit can conceive. Moreover, he deals cleverly with the experiences where we have trouble understanding that everything contributes to our good.

Preparation
Lord, “let, I pray thee, thy merciful kindness be for my comfort” (Ps. 119:76)

Observation
Right from the start, Paul sets us on another plane than that of feelings, even religious ones. To speak of those who love God he chooses, from among the words available to him, the verb corresponding to “agapè”: the love that has its wellspring in God and has been “flooding through our hearts by the Holy Spirit given to us.” (Rom. 5:5) So it takes on a level of depth and stability that allows it to withstand storms. Then, Paul mentions those whom God “chose long ago”, thereby expressing his conviction that our being in the world did not happen by chance: we were thought and willed by God before our creation. Finally, there are those whom he “made righteous”: a specifically Pauline approach to salvation, seen as the opposite of condemnation, in other words as reconciliation with God (cf Rom. 5). Hence the restoration of the image and of the resemblance; hence our participation in the very glory of the God who calls for our response of faith.

Meditation
By means of these words we understand that our “good” is not only that which is “pleasant” to us, but also that which is “useful” and “salutary”, in a view that goes beyond the limits of our present horizon and of our singular person. It is not that Paul passes over the sufferings of our current state, but by the standard of this ultimate future he sees them as labour pains (cf Rom. 8).  This connotes a dynamic of life awaiting its fullness. This dynamic we can already experience in our existence when, like Job, we move from a hearsay knowledge to a personal knowledge of God as a result of a drama in our life. Or when, like Paul, we find that our murky ways can, by God’s grace, end up in the light: yes, “though sin is shown to be wide and deep, thank God his grace is wider and deeper still.” (Rom. 5:20)

Prayer

“I called upon the Lord in distress: the Lord answered me, and set me in a large place. The Lord is my strength and song, and is become my salvation.” (Ps. 118:5,14).

Friday, 27 June 2014

THE SUNDAYS AFTER TRINITY


The Sundays after Trinity are a peculiarly English phenomenon. The Roman Catholic Church calls them the Sundays after Pentecost; other churches don't call them anything much. But in the Church of England they are a long, lazy period from the end of the Easter season to the beginning of Advent. Thinking of them makes me long for the churches, not of my childhood but of my early Anglican days, churches like the Dorset village church above, in the days before villages sported BMWs and when churches were allowed to be customary without being deserted. A world of Matins and Evensong, of Women's Institutes and summer cricket, in whites. So when I found the poem below in the recesses of my computer, I thought I would put it up here. The author was a businessman, a poet, and also the novelist who wrote Moonfleet. His father was a reclusive clergyman, of a type the Victorians seemed to breed, in the far reaches of the Dorset combes.

AFTER TRINITY        
John Meade Falkner

We have done with dogma and divinity,          
Easter and Whitsun past,      
The long, long Sundays after Trinity          
Are with us at last;      
The passionless Sundays after Trinity,          
Neither feast-day nor fast.        

Christmas comes with plenty,          
Lent spreads out its  pall,      
But these are five and twenty,          
The longest Sundays of all;      
The placid Sundays after Trinity,          
Wheat-harvest, fruit-harvest, Fall.      

 Spring with its burst is over,        
 Summer has had its day,      
The scented grasses and clover          
Are cut, and dried into hay;      
The singing-birds are silent,          
And the swallows flown away.        

Post pugnam pausa fiet;          
Lord, we have made our choice;      
In the stillness of autumn quiet,          
We have heard the still, small voice.      
We have sung Oh where shall Wisdom?          
Thick paper, folio, Boyce.        

Let it not all be sadness,          
Not omnia vanitas,      
Stir up a little gladness          
To lighten the Tibi cras;      
Send us that little summer,          
That comes with Martinmas.        

When still the cloudlet dapples          
The windless cobalt blue,      
And the scent of gathered apples          
Fills all the store-rooms through,      
The gossamer silvers the bramble,          
The lawns are gemmed with dew.        

An end of tombstone Latinity,          
Stir up sober mirth,      
Twenty-fifth after Trinity,        
Kneel with the listening earth,      
Behind the Advent trumpets          
They are singing Emmanuel’s birth.



photo: Lynda Franklin