One of the journals I regularly read is the National
Catholic Reporter. While I am not a
Roman Catholic, it is important to me to know what the Catholic Church is
doing. I know there are over one billion
Catholics in the world---about one out of every seven people on the globe is a
Roman Catholic! Those numbers are
staggering to this Quaker who is used to dealing with small numbers.
It is instructive to follow the Catholic Church through the
lens of the NCR, as it is often called.
It routinely reports on the current Pope and current issues facing the
Church. Some of these issues are solely
the issues of the Catholic tradition.
Some of the issues are also issues for Quakers and the rest of the
Christian group. And some issues are
issues for every major religious tradition.
I have been reading this periodical for so long, I have my
favorite authors. One such author is the
Benedictine nun and activist, Joan Chittister.
I am not a personal friend with Chittister, even though I have been to
her Benedictine convent in Erie, PA.
Sometimes I do not agree with what she writes, but I deeply appreciate
her spirit, thoughtfulness and desire to be obedient to the God she follows.
A recent piece Chittister wrote focuses on the wanton
destructiveness of some holy sites in Iraq by the radical group, ISIS. She says the column is about religious
thuggery, which she decries when perpetrated by any radical group---Muslim,
Christian, etc. She used a phrase in the
column, which grabbed me when I read it.
The phrase has to do with history and tradition. She understands the thuggery was an attack on
history. It attempted to wipe out some
statues that represent a culture that is nearly 10,000 years old. In effect, Chitterster says the vandals were attempting to
wipe out the past.
Listen to her words as she describes the upshot of this
wanton destruction. ‘Without
a sense of the past, life becomes monochromatic for everyone: There are no
colors against which to compare the colors of plans and policies and principles
emerging everywhere because there is no history of ideas against which to gauge
them.” I like the way Chittister talks
about history as a “sense of the past.”
We have this as individuals and we have it in our communities and our
country. A sense of the past is
constituted by our memories, but they are memories shaped into a story.
For
a community and a country, the sense of the past is the story of culture. Chittister is insightful when she says a
sense of the past gives us a chance not to live a life that is
monochromatic---a colorless life. I
immediately think of North Korea as a country that is monochromatic. The leader determines the color of the
nation’s story. As Chittister suggests,
we need a sense of the past to think about and judge contemporary plans and
policies. This is what the wanton
vandals wanted to wipe out. They want to
impose their own version of the present---which they want to be the only story,
the only way to see life in the present.
Notice
the way Chittister describes it. “To
destroy the past is to make the present our idol -- untried, untested,
untempered by anything but the passions of the moment.” I find this to be a powerful statement that
applies not only to the unfortunate actions of destroying statues in Iraq, but
perhaps a reminder to myself and others of what can happen in our own
lives. Let’s apply it in that fashion in
the rest of this reflection.
I
wondered whether I have ever made my present an idol. On the surface I would naturally respond I
would never have done that. Perhaps I do
not fully understand what it means to have an idol---to worship something that
is not God. I have not worshipped the present. But I do think that I have valued it in undue
fashion. I pick up the last phrase
Chittister uses---“the passions of the moment.”
Surely I have experienced those passions and, doubtlessly, I have been
captivated and captured by those passions of the moment.
Those
passions can distort truth and reality.
They can lead me to be egocentric---to live with myself at the center of
the universe. To be captured by the
passions of the moment can wipe out everything I know from the perspective of
history. I become shortsighted and even
manipulative to make the world bend to my will.
A
sense of the past will always tell me I cannot manipulate life. My own sense of the past tells me that I am a
human being with all the potential glory of being God’s child and with the
sobering reality that I have sinned and fallen short of that glory. To retain this sense of the past gives me the
best hope for my future. I live with the
truth of the past; I do not destroy it.
But
the past sets me up to plan life in a way that can lead me into a life of faith
and obedience. I can embrace the promise
of grace and the potentiality that God is working with and within me to enable
me to become a child of God.
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