An email last week expressed concern that most of us, living
in New Zealand, in adequate surroundings, may really be simply protecting our
own degree of comfort and security – doing religious things instead of really
making a difference. Then in another
email, one of my fellow Oblates, Janet, reported that on an impulse she went to
a seminar in Sydney organised by the Australian Christian Meditation community,
and she writes:
(The seminar was entitled) ECOLOGY. ENVIRONMENT, and MEDITATION. I questioned how they could all weave together…
(It) was held over a weekend, and all the speakers were Australians except
for Father Laurence Freeman… His
question was: How can a contemplative spirituality make a difference in
responding to the environmental challenges we face? All the speakers
spoke with energy, with urgency about the crisis in our world today…, social
justice… and the need for a new consciousness… how a contemplative consciousness
might heal our growing disconnectedness with the earth, and our increasing
identification as consumers. What I came away with was the
knowledge that in all the turmoil of the world, the pain, the frustration, the
often helplessness, what is needed is a joyful heart, a warm heart, a supple
heart sustained by daily meditation which is the work of
transformation and can indeed bring about a new consciousness and heal the
world.
Well, the feeling
of helplessness in the face of the world’s pain is an old friend. Whatever service we render, whatever money we
give, we know is the proverbial drop in the bucket. Our fragile environment continues to degrade,
mindless greed and violence abound, and children suffer and die. G K Chesterton wrote, in 1911, as the skies
were indeed darkening (Ballad of the
White Horse):
…you and all the kind of Christ
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
Are ignorant and brave,
And you have wars you hardly win
And souls you hardly save.
I tell you naught for your comfort,
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
Yea, naught for your desire,
Save that the sky grows darker yet
And the sea rises higher.
The
contemplative wisdom is that it is precisely there, where we are helpless and
hopeless, that Jesus is present, knowing that territory well and saying Peace be with you. The only faith any good any more is faith
that sees light in these circumstances, and can testify to the light that we
see. Our contemplative prayer, our quiet
consent to God, our love of silence and stillness… all of them, as Janet said, are
facilitating a healing heart, what the Dalai Lama calls a Good Heart. We can bear
the burdens of others, as St Paul put it, and he added: and so fulfil the law of Christ.
It is true
that there is very little we can do. Occasionally,
there may be something we can do that is important and makes a difference. Meanwhile, each day, we are present, not
running away from the world’s pain, and not obsessed with protecting our own
safe hiding places. Reality, not
dreamtime, always accompanies us in the silence and stillness.
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