Yesterday I mentioned how many times daily I said the Doxology while on my recent trip to the Tappist monastery in Kentucky. I guessed it was thirty or forty times. Of course, that seems like a big number and, truly, I may be exaggerating. But it was many times.
Of course, I lived a great deal of life before I really knew
what a “doxology” was. I knew it was
something most people knew. But why it
was important was beyond me. It was
simple…a kind of spiritual no-brainer. And
then I learned Greek. I learned the
Greek word, doxa, means “praise” or
“glory.” So when I say the doxology, I
am literally praising or giving God the glory.
That made it important to me.
The Doxology we shared at the monastery at Gethsemani was a
little different than the version I grew up saying. The opening line was
praising the three persons of the Christian trinity: in traditional language,
the Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. That
is and was standard.
Then the next line was the one which intrigued me. It intrigued me every time I said it. “The God Who Is” was the first piece of that
line and it was the object of some reflections in yesterday’s meditative
selection. The next piece is what I want
to give focus in this new day. And so
the line goes: “The God Who is, Who was….”
“Who is” clearly is present tense.
It is the God of today, the God of the here and now.
“The God Who was” is the God of yesterday. It is the God of last century and last
millennial. Indeed, it is the God who
has existed from the beginning of time.
It is easy to wonder why bother with that God…the God of our history and
the old God of our world?
With that question, I realize I am wandering into some
significant theological waters. It can
get tricky. Nevertheless, I wander in
and want to explore this “God Who was…”
“The God Who was…” is the God of tradition. Of course, “tradition” is also a tricky
idea. For some, tradition is old stuff
and should be done away with as soon as possible. It is seen as dated, dilapidated, and
sometimes, detrimental. “Out with the
old and in with the new” is the cry!
“Trash Tradition” seemed to be the mantra of the 1960s.
But tradition has a salutary side. Tradition can be seen as the treasure of
memory. Tradition does not necessarily
mean fossilized. It can be lively…a
living tradition. As far back as
Augustine in the fourth and fifth centuries, memory was the way the past was
held in the present. If I can remember,
then I have “yesterday” in the present of today. Otherwise, “yesterday” is gone. It no longer exists. Just think if someone came along and wiped
out your memories. No longer would you
be “the real you.” Just think if you
could only recall what happens in one day!
Thank God for memory…that storehouse of all my “past present
times.” That’s tradition. And it is no different for God as we relate
to that God. God did not just become God
for me in my present. God was God for
countless people in countless places long before I existed.
There are stories of that God interacting with all those
people before me…people God also cared for and loved. Of course, they may have experienced God
differently than I currently experience the Divinity. They may use different language than I do to
describe my God. But that does not make
them wrong…any more than my language to describe God is right. We are all
linguistically helpless creatures wrestling to articulate the mystery and
majesty of “The God Who is, and Who was…”
I take solace in the fact that “The God Who was” somehow foundationally
undergirds all that I am and do. It is
not all novelty. There is history; soon
I will be history. I will become part of
the tradition wrapped up in “The God Who was…”
Tradition is the repository of yesterday’s truth and meaning.
From the depths of my heart I praise “The God Who was…”
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