Friday, March 21, 2025

      With the advent of Spring, we also remember the birthday of Johannes Sebastian Bach.  Wrapped in the rhythms of vernality and spring, Bach's birthday comes replete with the sounds of singing birds, greening forests, and 

 skies.  And his music fits the season.  Fresh, bright, and resonant with joy, Bach's music 
 the wonder of the newly born creation.

     We thank Bach for what he has shown us about life, wonder, and Spring.  We also thank Bach for giving us a glimpse of the unfolding mystery, and the mystery behind it, of this vast, vast--and loved--universe in which we revel.

     So did Bach write on every piece of music he composed, "Soli Deo Gloria" (All Glory to God Alone).  Bach knew very well from whence all things come, that we are not accidents.

     
    In this time of great uncertainty we can be grateful indeed that the world has a point.

    By the way, I'll be traveling for a couple of weeks and will not be posting.  See you upon my return.  Thanks for reading!
    

Thursday, March 20, 2025

  First day of spring 2021: When is the spring equinox? Other facts about the  start of spring. - nj.com

    Today is the day:  the Vernal Equinox,  the first day of spring.  For those of us who live in the colder climes of the planet, the Equinox is a day for which we wait, some of us patiently, others not, enduring or, for some, enjoying, a few or many months of snow, cold, and generally harsher meteorological conditions until, one day, it's over.  And we rejoice.
      




      In chapter thirteen of the third book of his Anna Karenin, Leo Tolstoy writes, 

    "Invisible larks broke into song above the velvety green fields and the ice-    covered stubble-land; peewits began to cry over the low lands and marshes, still bubbly with water not yet swept away; cranes and wild geese flew high across the sky, uttering their spring calls. The cattle, bald in patches where they had shed their winter coats, began to low in the pastures; lambs with crooked legs frisked round their bleating mothers who were losing their fleece; swift-footed children ran about the paths drying with imprints of bare feet; there was a merry chatter of peasant women over their linen at the pond and the ring of axes in the yard, where the peasants were repairing their ploughs and harrows.
    "Spring had really come."

    Indeed.  Enjoy the resurrectional character of existence!

Wednesday, March 19, 2025

        It’s “news from nowhere,” wrote nineteenth century artist and anarchist William Morris, "a new age that has come."  So his patterns and sketches state.  But unless we seek the well at the world’s end or, if we are so inclined, follow Charles Williams, he an Inking of Oxford fame, in his descent into hell, we look for this age in vain.  Like kainos, like chadash:  it comes out of nowhere.  

William Morris - WikipediaAs it should.

     Many a theologian, Hindu, Muslim, Christian, Jew, and more, has told us that, well, it is God from which everything comes.  From this God, this hidden and omnipotent presence embedded in the circles of the universe, this immaterial yet material somethingness that somehow pervades all of reality, seen and unseen, they argue—in a variety of ways—comes all that is to be, as well as all that is to come.  What will one day be.  Even nowhere.  Once where, now nowhere, nowhere is where in disguise, a doppelgänger, a phantom, a voiceless voice of another world.

But that’s the point.  If, as the curious and inquisitive medieval thinker Hermes Trismegistus once contended, “God is an infinite sphere, the center of which is everywhere, the circumference nowhere,” then even if we know where “God” is, we really don’t.  Or as the Italian and allegedly, pantheist Giordano Bruno noted, building on Trismegistus’ words, “We can [only] state with certainty that the universe is all center, or that the center of the universe is everywhere and the circumference nowhere.”


Newness is our greatest unknown.

Monday, March 17, 2025

       If you're Irish or have some Irish in you, you may well be thinking about today:  St. Patrick's Day.  Patron saint of and missionary to the Irish nation, St. Patrick came into a remote and unsettled land dominated by various strands of Celtic religious thought and proceeded to teach and explain the Christian gospel.

     It seems that he did so rather successfully, too.  Despite what has historically been some very deep cultural rifts among the Irish populace, Christianity is still celebrated throughout the land. God and Jesus remain very important.
     
    One of the beauties of St. Patrick's Day is that although it is a commemoration of the saint's supposed day of death, it is on the other hand a day of celebration.  Sure, some people celebrate to excess, but usually even this is done with every good intention:  life is beautiful!
    
    Amidst the revelry, however, we sometimes overlook the profundity of what Patrick had to say.  Consider one of his meditations on Psalm 46:

     "Be still and know that I am God.
      Be still and know that I am.
      Be still and know.
      Be still.
      Be."

     Amidst the "beingness" and celebration, Patrick is saying, remember from whom it all comes.  "Be" in the fact of the creator.  Understand what life is really all about.

Friday, March 14, 2025

       As a mug I inherited from my mother always reminds me, March is Women's History Month.  It is a month that reminds us that for too long, historians tended to overlook women and the role they played in moving humanity forward.  Conditioned by the social nuances of their times, and driven, perhaps, by various levels of chauvinism or myopia, such historians, traditionally male, dismissed the contributions that women have made to the human adventure.

    
If we are to hold that men and women are both made in the image of God and are therefore of equal worth, we err seriously, when we ignore, reject, or pass over the many ways that women have shaped human history for its good.  In truth, we are forgetting the framework, physical as well as metaphysical, in which the universe functions.  We're failing to realize that the notion of the human being as both male and female is woven deeply into the created order.

    Moreover, as we all know, without women, none us would be here today.  Say what one will about the so-called "ills" of feminism, but realize that, as far as the Creator is concerned, every human being is of equal value and worth and should be treated as such.

    The fullness of our humanness is a remarkable--and delightfully inscrutable--thing.

Wednesday, March 12, 2025

Head shot of Turski

     "Don't be indifferent.  Do not be indifferent when you see historical lies.  Do not be indifferent when any minority is discriminated against.  Do not be indifferent when power violates a social contract.  If you are indifferent, before you know it another Auschwitz will come out of the blue for you or your descendants."

    So said Marian Turski, a Holocaust survivor who died a couple of weeks ago at the age of 98.  At a time when some of those who hold public office act as if the rule of law means nothing, or when they try to rewrite history to suit their own narrative of why things are the way they are, we do well to heed Turski's words.  More than almost anyone else today, he knew the immense danger of projecting indifference to abuses of power.  Turski reminds us that the less we object to rulers taking liberty with the law, the more they will be encouraged to keep doing it.

    Far fetched?  Not really:  democracy only survives when those living with it work actively to sustain it.  Democracy cannot last without constant scrutiny of how it is being manipulated or abused--and people respond accordingly.

    What does this have to do with God?  Absolutely everything:  humans are made to be the fullest expressions of humanness they can be.

Tuesday, March 11, 2025

Close-up Photography of Concrete Tombstones

     This past Sunday marked the first Sunday of Lent.  Repentance and circumspection dominate, as those so inclined spend ever more time pondering the exigencies within their lives, the fleeting puffs of materiality in which we have life and breath.  Life looks more remarkable than ever:  a befuddling experience, yes, but the only experience, at this point, we have.


    Given the wonder of the world, it's easy to rejoice in life without also wondering why life is, why we have it, why this existence has been given to us.  To what end do we live?
 
    This is Lent's call.  Lent invites us to look at what matters most.  Who will we really be when we leave this world:  ashes or creatures of eternity?