If I spent enough time with the tiniest creature, even a caterpiller, I would never have to prepare a sermon. So full of God is every creature. Meister Eckhart

Tuesday, March 30, 2010

MEDITATION-PRAYER SPACE

Kathleen Norris hit the bullseye with a quote from Graham Green's novel, A Burnt Out Case: "People have prayed in prisons, in slums, and concentration camps. It's only the middle classes who who demand to pray in suitable surroundings."

Go to any bookstore and you can find material on designing the perfect home alter or prayer space, meditation music......whatever. The danger is that you'll spend so much time and energy setting up the perfect space, finding the perfect prayer book, and getting the perfect music you won't have time to pray. Hmmmm......maybe it's time to ask what you're running away from.

There's money in them there prayin' people. And if you actually start praying, you may find that's all you need. Solitude is nice. We can't always get it. We could learn much from the Japanese. To be able to quietly meditate while the world around you buzzes along is a rare gift.

Sunday, March 14, 2010

MEDITATION: THE GOOD SAMARITAN

It’s funny when I was writing this in my head, it was only a few sentences long. And then it grew. And grew.

When I decided to keep at least one foot in the tradition I was raised in, I also realized that I was, frankly, pretty damned ignorant. So, that’s where most of my of my reading has been going. Anyway, it led me here. Who is my neighbor and who deserved my help is a question being asked in every part of this country. And the answer in too many living rooms seems to be “nobody, I’m only responsible for myself, don’t ask me to pay extra taxes or offer any extra help to………because……..fill in the blasted blanks.

When Jesus answered the question of the man of law, “who is my neighbor?” he told story with remarkably few details. A certain man was traveling from Jerusalem to Jericho along a road known to be dangerous. The man is attacked, beaten, robbed, stripped and left by the side of the road. Of possible passersby, only three are named; a priest, a Levite and a Samaritan.

Why did the first two pass by? Kathleen Norris pointed out in an essay that the priest and the Levite were forbidden by the Law of Moses to have any contact with the dead. Apparently the rituals to cleanse them of being ritually unclean were time consuming and expensive. They might have been willing to face that cost for a fellow Jew, but they would have no may of knowing who they were dealing without breaking the law. Unconscious, stripped and wounded; the man could have been Greek, Syrian, Egyptian; heaven knows everybody seems to have passed through that part of the world at one time or another.

Maybe they were just in a hurry. And I can hear a few modern excuses running through their minds. Maybe it’s a trick or a trap. Darn fool, he should have known better than to travel this road by himself. Probably doesn’t belong here in the first place; there’s too many foreigners in the country anyway. It’s not my problem; I have enough troubles of my own to worry about. So, eyes averted, steps quickened, down the road they went. They may have felt bad about it. Who knows; they may have salved their consciences with “it’s a busy road; somebody else will be along before too long.” Although why they thought the possible somebody else would act differently……

Along comes the Samaritan. A member of a people who claimed to have been left behind when most of the population was forced out of the country by the Assyrians. They claimed to be Jews, but had their own ways and their own temple. They weren’t recognized by the Temple establishment in Jerusalem as Jews.

The rest of the story is familiar. The Samaritan cares for the stranger, puts him on his own animal, takes him to an inn and leaves money with the inn keeper with the promise that he’ll make up any differences when he comes back.

I haven’t thought of this story for a long time. I flashed on it while reading a one star review of a favorite film, The Shoes of the Fisherman. Faced with a world brought to the brink of atomic war by famine in communist China the Pope places the wealth of the church as guaranty for aid. That’s not right, said the reviewer. The Chinese should have been forced to renounce communism first. The writer didn’t suggest that the Chinese be required to become Christians, but the implication was there.

That’s when I flashed on the story. I seemed to remember that the parable started with “a certain man” and several translations later I was faced with a simple fact. Jesus didn’t say who the man was or what he was doing on that road. Only that he needed help and that when the letter of the law conflicted with the spirit of the law, well get things cleaned up and sort out the details later.

It might be a trap. It might be a sham. You might get fooled. You might get hurt. Or you might just light a little candle to shine in the dark.