Occasionally in my reading, I run into a sentence or even a
phrase that is arresting. It can be a
stunner or a surprise or something that makes me laugh out loud. It is arresting because it makes me
stop. Usually when I am reading, I just
push on. One sentence leads to
another. It is a bit like life…one day
leads to the next. But occasionally,
there is an arrest.
It happened yesterday as I was reading further in the Thomas
Merton journals. No doubt, by now you know
that Cistercian monk who died in 1968 is one of my favorites. He was a prolific writer. That is not too surprising because there are
other prolific writers. I think of James
Michener or some of the science fiction writers whom I do not know. But Merton is a bit surprising when you are
aware of his context.
Every other year I take some students to Kentucky where we
spend a weekend at the monastery, Gethsemani, where Merton was a monk from 1941
until his death. The students and I try
to fit into the monastic schedule which means beginning with worship at 3:15am
and doing it another six times during the day.
And when you think about Merton also having to do physical work, teach
the novices (beginning monks), etc., you wonder how he had time to write so
much.
The particular place I am reading in his journal is now
1963. He has now become famous and has
countless visitors heading to Gethsemani to spend some time with him. That in itself is paradoxical because to be a
Cistercian means you basically commit yourself to a life of solitariness and
silence! But due to his fame and the
abbot’s willingness, Merton was allowed a steady stream of visitors. Two Spanish families came to spend the afternoon
one spring day.
Merton enjoyed them.
Since he had spent so much time as a youth in Europe, he always felt
“European.” These Spanish folks
reinforced that. It is his reflection
after they left that I found interesting.
And then I hit the sentence that arrested me.
Merton muses, “How good God has made all things. And yet they are no happier than I, I am no
happier than they, and for all of us there is a secret of acceptance we have
not learned.” (IV:313) I can smile when Merton says God makes all
things good. I agree. But of course many good things screw up. Sometimes I am one of them!
The next bit in Merton’s quotation is interesting, but I am
not sure how I feel about it. “They are
no happier than I, I am no happier than they.”
It does seem some people are much happier than others. In fact, I have known some who don’t seem to
be able to be happy for any reason! I am
going to have to think about this one.
And then I hit the arresting phrase: “for all of us there is
a secret of acceptance we have not learned.”
What is this secret of acceptance, I wondered? I am intrigued by the fact that it is a
secret. I know what acceptance
means. I have accepted and have been
accepted. But Merton must be pushing
beneath this obvious level.
I can guess he means something deeper than me accepting
you. Let me make a guess and use a fancy
philosophical word. My guess is he is
talking in existential terms. In effect
this means he wonders if his mere existence is acceptable on its own…as it is.
Many of us feel acceptance based on more superficial
things---like our looks---or based on what we do---please others, etc. But Merton is driving deeper. Is there anyone or anything that accepts us
just as we are?
I am sure ultimately his answer is: Of course…God. That is my answer, too. If I can get beyond arrested, I will ponder
further this “secret of acceptance.”
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