Cry Pain, Cry Hope

Imagining a New Reality

When we are dissatisfied with things as they are, or suffer and know pain, we begin to imagine what the world would be like if things were different--if there were no hunger or thirst and all tears were wiped away (Rev. 7:14). Creative imagination reaches toward God, and glimpses a new heaven and new earth. The new reality has nothing to do with the present order. In fact, the one who responds to call seeks to put something more beautiful in the place of what she sees. This is where the friction and fight begin.

Martin Luther King was not killed because he had a dream. Dreamers are easily dismissed. He was killed because he sought to introduce into the political arena what he saw with his heart and mind. The same was true of Gandhi and of our Lord.

As Jesus made clear his solidarity with the poor and his vocation to engage them in a liberating process, he came into confrontation with entrenched political and religious powers. As suspicion of him turned to resistance and then to hatred and fury, he began to prepare his disciples for what he would have to suffer. Peter immediately took Jesus aside to protest his continuing on what was surely a collision course....

Those who say yes to the perilous vocation of implementing vision at each stage will find new resistances emerging in themselves as well as in the society. Opposition to the new is very natural and should not cause any of us to be taken by surprise. The best way to understand it in one's contemporaries is to have named and owned it in one's self. That process is also some protection against the self-righteousness that plagues too many reformers as well as the pious.

At Play in the World

The relationship between pain and vocation first became clear to me when I was reading books on child development. In one book an author stated matter-of-factly that play is to a child what work is to an adult. In a very different book on play therapy another author explained how, in arranging dolls and toy furniture, the child expresses her inner conflicts and her struggle to work them out.

Is it possible that the adult, when working at what he wants to do, is also engaged in the same process? For such an adult his work becomes his play. Through that work not only is he healed, but he becomes a healer. It might be said that in finding vocation one discovers how to be at play in the world.

Holding and Letting Go

We are to hold each other and to let each other go. One movement makes possible the other. Distance gives the space in which to reach out and hold. The intimacy of holding gives strength to the inner person--the nourishment that enables us to speed another on his way. To stand on one's own two feet may be the real work of love.

Building a Bridge

Dialogue is more than your giving me space to say my words, and my giving you space to say yours. It involves our listening. We are all very different. We cannot have dialogue unless we honor the differences. How can I build a bridge across the gulf between me and you unless I am aware of the gulf? How can I communicate with you unless I see how things look from your side?

Dialogue demands that I leave the place where I dwell--the landscape of feelings and thoughts that are important to me--in order to dwell for a time with your thoughts, feelings, perceptions, fears, hopes. I must deny myself--forsake the familiar, give up my life--in order to experience your life.

Present to the Task at Hand

A legend about St. Francis tells that he was hoeing his garden one afternoon when someone asked him to speculate on what he would do if he knew he was going to die that day. "I would hoe my garden," he replied. When I am faced with my death I would like to be so present to the task at hand that I would want to keep on with whatever happened to be my particular hoeing. To love is to be content with the present moment, open to its meaning, entering into its mystery.