A note from Richard Rohr:
I awoke on
Saturday, September 19, with three sources in my mind for guidance: Etty
Hillesum (1914 – 1943), the young Jewish woman who suffered much more
injustice in the concentration camp than we are suffering now; Psalm 62,
which must have been written in a time of a major oppression of the Jewish
people; and the Irish Poet, W.B.Yeats (1965 – 1939), who wrote his “Second
Coming” during the horrors of the World War I and the Spanish Flu pandemic. These three
sources form the core of my invitation. Read each one slowly as your first
practice. Let us begin with Etty: There is a
really deep well inside me. And in it dwells God. Sometimes I am there, too …
And that is all we can manage these days and also all that really matters:
that we safeguard that little piece of You, God, in ourselves. —Etty
Hillesum, Westerbork transit camp Note her
second-person usage, talking to “You, God” quite directly and personally.
There is a Presence with her, even as she is surrounded by so much suffering. Then, the
perennial classic wisdom of the Psalms: In God alone
is my soul at rest. —Psalm 62:5–9 What could it
mean to find rest like this in a world such as ours? Every day more and
more people are facing the catastrophe of extreme weather. The neurotic news
cycle is increasingly driven by a single narcissistic leader whose words and
deeds incite hatred, sow discord, and amplify the daily chaos. The pandemic
that seems to be returning in waves continues to wreak suffering and disorder
with no end in sight, and there is no guarantee of the future in an economy
designed to protect the rich and powerful at the expense of the poor and
those subsisting at the margins of society. It’s no wonder
the mental and emotional health among a large portion of the American
population is in tangible decline! We have wholesale abandoned any sense of
truth, objectivity, science or religion in civil conversation; we now
recognize we are living with the catastrophic results of several centuries of
what philosophers call nihilism or post-modernism (nothing means anything, there are no
universal patterns). We are without
doubt in an apocalyptic time (the Latin word apocalypsis refers to an urgent unveiling of an ultimate
state of affairs). Yeats’ oft-quoted poem “The Second Coming” then feels
like a direct prophecy. See if you do not agree: Turning and turning in the
widening gyre Somehow our
occupation and vocation as believers in this sad time must be to first
restore the Divine Center by holding it and fully occupying it ourselves. If
contemplation means anything, it means that we can “safeguard that little
piece of You, God,” as Etty Hillesum describes it. What other power do we
have now? All else is tearing us apart, inside and out, no matter who wins
the election or who is on the Supreme Court. We cannot abide in such a place
for any length of time or it will become our prison. God cannot
abide with us in a place of fear. Stand as a
sentry at the door of your senses for these coming months, so “the
blood-dimmed tide” cannot make its way into your soul. If you allow
it for too long, it will become who you are, and you will no longer have
natural access to the “really deep well” that Etty Hillesum returned to so
often and that held so much vitality and freedom for her. If you will
allow, I recommend for your spiritual practice for the next four months that
you impose a moratorium on exactly how much news you are subject to—hopefully
not more than an hour a day of television, social media, internet news,
magazine and newspaper commentary, and/or political discussions. It will only
tear you apart and pull you into the dualistic world of opinion and
counter-opinion, not Divine Truth, which is always found in a bigger place. Instead, I
suggest that you use this time for some form of public service, volunteerism,
mystical reading from the masters, prayer—or, preferably, all of the above.
You have much to gain now and nothing to lose. Nothing at
all.
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