Thursday, February 18, 2016

Reflection for 2 Lent; Odyssey

Reflection for II Lent                                                 All Saints’ Church, Southern Shores, NC
February 21, 2016                                                           Thomas E. Wilson, Rector
Genesis 15:1-12,17-18            Philippians 3:17-4:1    Luke 13:31-35             Psalm 27
 


Odyssey
The question I posed in the bulletin for mediation during the quiet time before the service is “Where are you on your spiritual journey of Lent?” I tend to see things as voyages a lot right now. When I was visiting my daughter earlier this month, I spent a great deal of time waiting and reading things like Homer’s Odyssey. My daughter had given me a Great Courses CD series of lectures on the Odyssey for Christmas and I had fallen behind in my studies, so in my quiet time there, I read a few different translations and a dramatic adaptation written by one of my son-in law’s professors at Northwestern and in which he appeared.

The Odyssey is about Odysseus and his journey, but it is also about all of the journeys of us frail creatures.  Homer says “Of all creatures that breathe and move upon the earth, nothing is bred that is weaker than (hu)man.” In the story, the Gods do both help and hinder Odysseus, but the Gods do not cause most of the difficulties, as they warn:
Mortals are so quick to blame the gods: they say
that we devise their misery. But they
themselves - in their depravity - design
grief greater than the griefs that fate assigns.
The Genesis lesson is about Abram being reassured by God on Abram’s life-long journey to find a place to call his own and live into the promise. The passage starts off with the central message of scripture, “Don't be afraid.” The Psalm tells us not to rush through the journey out of fear, but we are to “be strong and God shall comfort your heart* wait patiently for the LORD.” The Epistle lesson is to the Philippians who are on their journey of faith as Paul urges them to keep firm in their joyful faith, “Don't be afraid.” The Gospel lesson is about Jesus’ journey to Jerusalem to fulfill his destiny. He is warned about Herod, but he rejects traveling with fear even as he knows his journey will take him into danger. He will tell others what he has heard God say to him, “Don't be afraid.”

Each of the stories is about living fearlessly into who we are on our life journeys; the purpose of all of these journeys is not the destination but the uncovering of the deeper meaning in ourselves. As T.S. Eliot says in Little Gidding, “We shall not cease from exploration. And the end of all our exploring will be to arrive where we started and know the place for the first time.”

Our journeys are never straight lines but rather spirals going deeper and deeper until we come to the place where the Great “I am” of God dwells within the “I am” of each of us. “The Christ in me greets the Christ in you” we act out in each service when we exchange the Peace of Christ with each other and whenever we do ministry in and out of the church.

Every time I think I have reached the deepest destination of my spiritual journey, I find a new invitation to go deeper. I find those invitations when I realize that I am getting anxious about my own limitations of control over people, places, and things I cannot fix. When I reach the limits of my control, I come to the boundaries of my fear where I need to hear the central message “Don't be afraid.”

A clue to this invitation is in my dreams. There is a theme that keeps coming back in my dreams when I start to feel smug about how I have it made. In these dreams I am in a church building on my way to the main sanctuary to lead a service, or in a classroom building where I am to go to a lecture hall to teach, or in a theatre on my way to a stage, situations where there is one more hallway to walk down, but it turns into another and then another. Or, in another dream, there I am on second base in a baseball game and I am running to third and as I am rounding third heading for home plate, the distance gets longer and longer. I used to wake up in a turmoil of frustration about not reaching my goal, but now I realize these nightmares are my friends, telling me the truth that my deepest yearning to be united with God gets hijacked when I want to be God instead of placing myself in God's hands and heart. It is a besetting confusion of thinking that fear can only be put aside when I am in control, for the more I try to control, the more fear dominates me.

As I was reflecting on my own spiritual journey, I came across a poem, Journey Home, by Rabindranath Tagore, a late 19th and early 20th Century Nobel Prize winning poet from Bengal.

“The time that my journey takes is long and the way of it long.

I came out on the chariot of the first gleam of light, and pursued my
voyage through the wildernesses of worlds leaving my track on many a star and planet.

It is the most distant course that comes nearest to thyself,
and that training is the most intricate which leads to the utter simplicity of a tune.

The traveler has to knock at every alien door to come to his own,
and one has to wander through all the outer worlds to reach the innermost shrine at the end.

My eyes strayed far and wide before I shut them and said `Here art thou!'

The question and the cry `Oh, where?' melt into tears of a thousand
streams and deluge the world with the flood of the assurance `I am!'”

We are all on a journey, an odyssey; don’t be afraid.

Odyssey
Snowing it was, topping earlier ice as I went walking,
Yes, one step carefully, without hurry, and then another,
and more and so it goes; old man tentative steps rather
than the young man in a hurry posture, all risk mocking.
Except this time seems different because now listening,
hearing the earth shiver with delight as she welcoming
steps taken instead of hibernating sloth unquestioning.
Each step one more way of living into my christening.
Our odysseys ne’er seem to be journey of straight lines,
but spirals, twisting, so gyrating on to themselves until
reaching beginnings which some remembrances do fill
with the harvest of plans maturing into silky red wines.
Symbols poured out for us for the paths we off strayed
and eating bread symbols so that we will not be afraid.

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