Thursday, November 19, 2015

Thirty-third Sunday in Ordinary Time


Image: Epstein, Jacob, Sir, 1880-1959. Coventry Cathedral - Archangel Michael and the Devil,
from Art in the Christian Tradition,
a project of the Vanderbilt Divinity Library, Nashville, TN

November 15, 2015



Many people have undergone the type of major collapse that Jesus predicted.
Their theological, social, and political worlds have suddenly disappeared.
Others have suffered less (but still) harrowing forms of dismantling: the sudden death of a loved one, a Friday afternoon layoff, a stock market crash.
But unscheduled and traumatic change is a fact of everyone's life.
And we do not skate through it.

Change may happen quickly.
But transition is a slower process.
It is how we psychologically adjust to the change.
It entails grieving over what has been lost, feeling we are without our bearings, and looking forward to something new.
The problem is when we are in the midst of transition, we cannot envision the new. .
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The time of transition itself has been characterized as that moment when the trapeze artist has let go of one bar and has not yet grabbed the next bar.
It is midair living.
The identity we had is gone and the identity we will have has not arrived.
So, depending on the intensity and gyration of the transition, we gain a reputation as not being ourselves.
We eat too little or too much.
We slough off work or become addicted.
We are silent when we should talk and talk when we should be silent.
We start things we don't finish and we try to finish things we didn't start.
We are tired of our friends asking how we are and hurt when they don't ask how we are.
As I overheard someone say about me in the middle of a transition, "Oh, don't mind him and his long hair. He's numb."
In the in-between time of transitions we have joined that legion of our fellow human beings who, in a past moment of arrogant stability, we labeled as "not knowing their [derriere] from their elbow."
Welcome to confusion so profound it is anatomical.


Transitions are so discombobulating it is difficult to see any value in the in-between state.
It is easy to look to the future and bet on our innate resiliency. "Hang in there. You'll get through."
However devastating the loss may be, we will find a way to deal with it, to adapt and continue.
It may take time, but a stable future awaits us.
Even if we do not get completely over it, we will get beyond it.
As our unhelpful friends say, "Life goes on, and so will you."

Spiritual teachers, an unconventional lot, take a different tack.
They say, "Don't hurry to a new security."
They think there is potential in the present process of floundering.
It is not in the hope of reaching the next bar but in the interval of being between bars.
The potential is in midair living.

Without tongue in cheek, spiritual teachers suggest that the in-between time is an opportunity to remember that we are always more than what is happening to us.
We are not only immersed in transition, we transcend it.
Our soul is not only related to the changing temporal order but to the unchanging eternal order.

When we lead a stable life on the physical, psychological, and social levels, this spiritual truth often eludes us.
When disruption occurs—and we either choose or are forced to change—an invitation emerges in the middle of the transition.
Since we are between earthly stabilities, we may just shift awareness to our heavenly connection.
In doing this, we begin to develop our spiritual potential.

In mystical, biblical terms the in-between time is the third day of creation.
On that day God drew up out of the waters dry land and separated "the waters under the sky" from the dry land (Gen 1:9, 13).
The waters symbolize the formlessness and turmoil of transition.
The appearance of dry land gives humans a place to stand in the midst of the swift and dangerous currents.
What God did on the third day of creation, God does every day.
Divine reality is always supplying a place to stand.
However, we most need this divine grounding when we have lost our human grounding, when we are in the midair between the

bars.

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