I like to follow the monastic (Catholic) lectionary. As a Quaker kid growing up in Indiana, I would have had no clue what the word, lectionary, meant. And if you had told me that it meant, “daily reading,” that would not have helped too much. I would not know that many in the liturgical church tradition follow a daily reading of Christian scripture and other supplementary readings. All of this was designed to be a devotional aid in relating to God on a regular basis.
And now in my adult years, I find the lectionary a helpful
tool. For those of us who want this kind
of discipline, it is very nice for someone to have organized a daily regimen of
reading. This provides a good basis for
reflection and meditation and other disciplines. I personally like the fact that I am focusing
on the same texts that my monk friends are doing.
Along with the lectionary I follow, I also get the rhythm of
saint days that come with the Catholic year.
Since Quakers did not really deal in the saints, this was a place of
ignorance for me. Since I have never
been Catholic, it might well be true I don’t really know what we are supposed
to do with saints. For me they are the
spiritual giants of the ages. They are
spiritual models and encouragers. They
help me see what is possible.
Now I am not looking to model those who were killed for the
faith. I am hoping to die of old
age! But I would like to model their
spiritual witness. I am convinced if a
couple saints were around today for me to converse with, they would tell me not
to try to imitate the older, dead saints.
I am sure they would advise me to become a saint in my own way in my own
context.
That is why I liked finding out the saint for the day is St.
Bartholomew. If you ask most Christians
who Bartholomew was, they would have no clue.
If the Christian knew the Bible very well, he or she might know
Bartholomew was mentioned---albeit briefly---in the New Testament. For all intents and purposes, Bartholomew was
a minor player---a bit player, really.
So how did he get to be a saint?
Tradition has it Bartholomew was born in Cana. Cana is a town in northern modern
Israel. I have been there. Cana is best known as the place Jesus turned
all that water into wine, while he was attending a wedding. But we have no clue whether Bartholomew was
there that day. (Not likely, I think.)
Bartholomew was one of the twelve disciples. Tradition also says that the Apostle Philip
brought Bartholomew to meet Jesus, a story recounted early in John’s
gospel. Bartholomew is also known as
Nathaniel. And that’s about all we
know. A fourth century church historian,
Eusebius, says Bartholomew was in India.
I find that unlikely…but who knows.
Rumor had it that he was martyred in Armenia, but again, who knows? All we know is we don’t know much.
And that is what fascinates me. Here is one of the original twelve---one of
the key players. For some reason he
encountered Jesus and that changed his life.
It is likely that act of following Jesus got him in trouble. It certainly put him on the opposite side of
the tracks. And somehow he became a
saint---St. Bartholomew. I find that
inspiring.
It inspires me because for all intents and purposes, I am an
average guy. I am not rich and,
certainly, not famous. When I die, the
world will not miss a beat. A few will
remember for a short period of time and, then, I will be history. There should have been no other expectation
for Bartholomew than this. And yet he
became a saint. There actually is a St.
Bartholomew Catholic Church just down the road from here. So how did he become a saint?
I will speculate he became a saint by being true to his
conviction and calling. Jesus had called
him into a relationship. All believers
should be more than believers. They
should also be doers. I am sure
Bartholomew was a doer. You don’t become
a saint by believing. And surely, we
don’t become saints by becoming famous.
Hitler is famous, but he was an utter jerk and devil!
To become a saint is to become our true self. Our true self is the self God made us to be
and wants us to become. We become saints
by serving that God and all God’s creatures.
Right now the creatures of God whom I serve are mostly students. And there are fellow faculty and my friends,
the staff. My pilgrimage to sainthood
passes right through the classroom and committee venue. Where does yours pass?
The good news Bartholomew brings us is the reassurance that
we, too, can become saints. We can
become the daughters and sons God wants us to be. We can be average, normal and make it. I like that.
And I like the fact that we can do it together…day by day in our own
way.
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