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October 16, 2013 Chris McDonnell, UK The deadwood of trees (Comments welcome here) |
Somewhere in the writings of Thomas Merton, he describes the monk as being a person on the margin, an interesting place to be when writing or commenting on the nature of our changing society.
Fragmentation in the West proceeds at a pace. We see it in the breakup up of political parties where smaller groups are emerging representing a narrow platform of opinion. We see it in a society where often those who are already poor, get poorer and those who have wealth increase their considerable fortunes. We see it when smaller parts of a Nation seek independence, pursuing an ethnic or language based identity.
In seeking to be a pilgrim Church, offering Gospel values for our lives, it is no good turning our backs and caring only for ourselves.
The issues that face our communities, in whatever country or continent, are ours too. Our voice is significant, our voice needs to be heard. Yet you cannot be understood if the language you use is archaic and has therefore no meaning for those we address. And your life-style has to match the message you give.
We
will not be listened to if we duck the crucial issues of our times, if such
matters go un-addressed by the Christian people.
That
may well involve asking ourselves some difficult questions first, before we
attempt an exchange of views with others, being honest about where we are and
the historic journey that has brought us to this point. That path has not been
without mistakes among many successes, it is peopled by both saints and sinners.
One
of the central points that I took away from reading Kung’s new book which was
the basis of last week’s post,
was the essential need to be honest with ourselves. It is no good hiding
difficult issues under a cloak of secrecy when they should be addressed openly
for the good of the Church and the mission entrusted to it by the Lord.
Merton’s
comment applies in some respect to every Christian. We are on the edge looking
in, our value system is Gospel-inspired. Yet just as Jesus did we need to be
involved with others to share with them the Gospel of the Lord.
A
beach, littered with broken wood from shore-side trees, is eventually cleared by
a succession of tides. As Eliot wrote in the Four Quartets
“…The sea is the land’s edge also, the
granite
Into which it reaches, the beaches where it tosses
Its hints of earlier and other creation.”
The
Dry Salvages.
I
wrote this piece in 1997, one of a number of reflections on Thomas Merton’s
life in the Hermitage at the Abbey of Gethsemani in Kentucky.
It is not much fun to live the spiritual life
with the spiritual equipment of an artist.
- ENTERING
THE SILENCE
Blue denimed
Poet
White clothed
Monk
Priest man
Writer
whose words once woven
from the debris
of our experience
speak still beyond the
shores
of an adopted land.
Poet priest man
at
the margin of our
existence
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