Saturday, April 10, 2010

A Reflection for Easter 2

“When it was evening that day, the first day of the week the doors of the house where the disciples met were locked for fear...”a reflection on the Gospel for Easter 2: John 20:19-31

As this gospel reading begins we are in the evening of Easter Day. Jesus first appears to the disciples that very night. And he finds them hiding in fear. Their fear is justified, of course. Any of us would do the same thing if we had lived through the same three days as these disciples. If our friend had been killed, if we had abandoned that friend in her hour of need, if we had learned that somehow that friend was now alive – or something – because the body was missing. We’d be traumatized and afraid of what was coming next. Whenever we experience a series of bad events coming at us quickly, events that leave us suffering and confused we tend to shut down and hide in fear. It’s natural.

Several years ago Joan Chittister spoke on the subject of suffering at a conference at Chautauqua in New York State. Her presentation “Scarred by Struggle, Transformed by Hope, the 9 Gifts of Suffering” has now been printed in a book by the same title.

The premise is that all people suffer. Each of us has this one common denominator in life, times of suffering. They come she says, just when we think life is perfect. Wham. Everything changes. Someone dies. Someone get sick. Depression hits. A job is lost. The list could continue on. We all suffer when life changes dramatically for unexpected reasons when we least expect it. These struggles are not just some mere inconvenience. These struggles are irreparable change. Life will never be the same again.

And the point is, how do we go about living through these times of great suffering with out giving up the soul?

She lists 9 struggles and the gift that comes from the struggle. By gift she means what we learn about ourselves, our lives, our faith, by living through the struggle.

The first struggle is change. Struggle brings unwanted change. The disciples have faced an unbelievable change: Jesus has been crucified. From this place of profound change comes the gift of conversion, we learn to recreate ourselves. For the disciples this struggle began with them running away but led to the resurrection. Throughout the Easter season, for the next seven weeks, we will hear resurrection stories in our Gospel. On Pentecost we learn that these stories led to a conversion of strength and courage in the disciples. It was the disciples new found strength, enlivened by the Holy Spirit, that built the Church. And from the early church came a legacy of human transformation that has lived over 2000 years.

The second is isolation. The struggle leaves us feeling alone, and in deep pain. The disciples are hiding in the room with the doors locked. They are hiding in fear. From isolation comes the gift of independence. Actively working to move through our suffering days leads us to a place where we can become independent from our pain, we learn to insist on living despite the pain. Anyone who has lived with a chronic illness or suffered for a long time knows this reality. Buddhists call this “mindfulness” having an observing eye, able to look with some detachment at the circumstances of one’s life even as one lives and feels life fully.

The third is darkness and its gift is faith. In the darkness of losing everything we come to believe in a life beyond the life we know, something greater than we are is acting in the world. On our darkest days it’s that something that gets us up in the morning. God stays with us in these dark moments. We are not abandoned. Jesus returns to the disciples, finds them in their darkest moment, in this room, and assures them that they are not alone. He is with them always. “My peace I give to you. My peace I leave with you.” His resurrected body bears the marks of his tragic death , resurrection did not remove the marks. Those marks of suffering remain and become part of his new life.

Forth is fear. In our struggle we face things we do not understand and cannot name. We are paralyzed by our unknowing, but in moving through the fear we come to know the gift of courage. Every tiny act of courage: getting out of bed in the morning. Going to work each day. Seeking help. Each step we take to move through the fear produces in us a little bit of courage. Each little step puts us back in control of our lives, even if on a small scale.

Fifth is powerlessness and its gift of surrender. It is not defensive. And it is not a giving over of the self. It is not an absence of self. However, it is the realization that we are not in control of everything. This surrender is trusting that someone greater than we are is there to hold us up and keep us going. For Christians this is clearly the message of God’s love poured out in Christ. We sing, Christ beneath us, Christ above us, Christ behind us, Christ before us…where ever we go Christ is there.

Sixth is vulnerability and its gift of self acceptance. In moving through the struggle we come to a place where we have to admit that we are wounded. We need to accept our own weaknesses. Especially the way we hurt others. It is from their vulnerability that the disciples finally changed. Their weakness becomes their strength. Like the disciples when we are able to accept ourselves for being who are we acquire a position of humility and grace. We come to know that God loves us in our brokenness, just as we are. Being loved like this by a gracious God enables us to love others just as they are.

Seventh is exhaustion – moving through struggle wears us out. But the gift of moving through struggle, of living though the exhaustion, the gift is endurance. We learn that life begins again. Endurance brings us hope.

Eighth is scarring. We cannot move through struggle without becoming scarred. Our woundedness leaves marks on us. These marks can make us bitter. Or they can make us better. We can become better people through our struggles. The very process of moving through the struggle, of becoming scarred, is the same process that makes us better people. Our woundedness, our scars, become the source of our compassion, our hope, our faith, our strength. We wear our scars gracefully when we are gentle with ourselves and others, when we live with compassion.

Jesus is marked. He appears in the room and shows these marks to the disciples. It is a sign to them that he is who he is. He is their friend. He is Jesus. He loves them just as they are. He has come to help them move through their deepest struggle. He has come again to help them be more fully who they are meant to be. The gift of scarring is hope.

Like Jesus our scars, our wounds, can be the source of transformation in to new life. We all know people who do not move through struggles with grace and hope, people who become angry and bitter. That is one way our struggles can change us. But Jesus offers us another way. Jesus, though scarred is now even more, a fuller expression of the love of God poured out for all humanity. This love is now able to be fully present to all of the disciples, and all of us, all the time. In the resurrection Jesus becomes the bridge for us between the divine world of God’s love and the human world of suffering. Jesus offers us a way, a path, a means, for moving through the struggles of life into new life. The process, the struggle, the transformation, is the peace of Christ.

“Jesus came and stood among them and said, ‘Peace be with you.'"

11 comments:

Purple said...

I like your approach and think it will speak to many people. I'll have to get the book you referenced.

Terri (AKA Mompriest) said...

Purple, this is an old sermon that I preached 3 years ago, resurrected because I had to write something for the Feminist Theology blog, but (sadly), I am not preaching tomorrow.

Robin said...

Were you at Chautauqua when Joan Chittister preached that sermon? I was; it was a powerful morning.

Someone gave me the book a few months ago. I haven't read it yet; I haven't felt up to having all of those struggles which are now 24/7 for me being analyzed in one place. Sigh.

BBT is at Chautauqua for a week this summer. I'm trying to decide whether I can manage a day there without my boy. Now that I really think of it: I suppose not.

Terri (AKA Mompriest) said...

No. Sadly I wasn't there. A colleague of mine got a copy of a CD from her presentation and gave me a copy. I received it during Holy Week about 5 years ago....and listened to it while keeping vigil at the church on the night between Maundy Thurs and Good Friday...it was amazing. Of course, little did I know that as rough as life felt then it was only going to get a whole lot more so....sigh.

I think Robin that it will be a tough book to read. I have it too and have not read it. This reflection was written 5 years ago and slightly edited....but I have neither read the book nor listened to the CD since then. I think it is only going to be useful when I am finally on the other side - the side when life does not totally suck - assuming that ever happens.

Prayers for you...

Gabriele said...

This is a difficult post to read but it makes me think that I often live for that moment when my suffering will be over. I have never thought to ask what happens if it never over? I will have had a life but not lived it. Much as the words slid by me, I suspect that they indicate a way to live in suffering.

A way of transformation, where like the Risen Christ the wounds inflicted by his suffering remain, but are changed utterly.

Is this wishful thinking or more like hope?

Robin said...

I think it is more like hope, Gabriele.

Several times during Easter I had to endure people telling me that someday the pain will be gone. Always with the confidence of people who have never experienced anything like this. It would be so much more helpful to learn to live with it and in hope, too. I guess it is up to us to learn that and teach others.

Terri (AKA Mompriest) said...

For me this is a work in progress...I found Joan's presentation to be profoundly helpful from the "outside"....but it is another thing from the "inside" of suffering. It is perhaps one more reason, one more motivator, for me to continue to process suffering with the hope that the suffering will not determine all of me. I will have scars for sure, but I also have some choices, I think...choices like whether or not I allow my suffering to produce in me bitterness and resentment. I do feel that way sometimes...but mostly I hope to feel and be something else...what? Maybe something like peace and or peaceful? Maybe something like deeper faith? I don't know yet. All I do know is I want to do this as a person of faith who somehow imagines God is present even when I have absolutely nothing that confirms that other than a sense of peace and a weird sense that somehow all will be well enough... that, and a desire to not become bitter.

See. I ramble. I'm working on it.

Magdalene6127 said...

Terri, so beautiful, and so important. Thank you.

Gabriele said...

Monpriest, I like your ramblings.

Reflecting on things in general, Mum's alcoholic induced violence has embittered my sister. That saddens me and her undirected anger separates us. It makes sense to me now, that the pain may or may not be over "sometime" in the future but what matters is how I live with it today. Guess I hug my pain to myself, out of habit, and self pity. It had not occurred to me before to think that I am already living with it, all of it, and I do not have to learn to do so. However I can learn to live in hope and to receive joy, comfort and peace when they are offered, as well as grief, pain and hurt. hmm. Tall order maybe. Is this what you mean by living better?

My experience through this Lent and Easter, and amongst those in blogworld who share their own stories courageously and insights so generously reveal to me the dimension of the Silent, Still God at work within my life, even when it seems as if I have been forgotten and abandoned.

Terri (AKA Mompriest) said...

Gabriele, yes, that is what I mean by living better...living with hope when it's possible and when it's not at least choosing to imagine that hope is a possibility and living in the "as if"...

I too find the blogworld to be a place that helps me, sustains me, guides me, and holds me....glad it does you too...glad we've met in this world.

Sherry said...

What wonderful sentiments. Indeed, all tragedy has lessons to offer and it is even more tragic when we feel to learn anything from our pain. Our priest today talked about this in a similar fashion--Jesus all to human self still present after the resurrection, I think tells us all that we can grow into better people through our misery. Thanks for posting this Terri. It bespeaks a truly gifted writer and thinker.

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