Jan 10 2010
Agebatur in Spiriu in desertum
Agebatur in Spiritu in desertum-
The Holy Ghost and Movement
4th of December to 11th of December, 2009 ano Domini
As one watches the sun trace its path across the sky, removing the shadows draped across these ancient caves at Mar Sabba, one cannot help but wonder, what compels a man into the desert? What moves a man to this place? The theme on which this first treatise will develop finds its foundation on the question of the Holy Ghost as the cause of movement in the spiritual life. The life of the pilgrim is first and foremost of movement, movement away from the place of his fathers, the place of his comforts and joys, and compels into a land he knows not, among a people he knows not. This is the cost of discipleship, for the “Son of man hath nowhere to lay his head.” Yet it is not for the sake of isolation that the pilgrim travels. Rather, there is something in the destination itself that beckons the pilgrim forward. While the journey itself is certainly transformative, it is transformative only because of the goal held in mind that the pilgrim disposes himself to be open to change. To examine this matter more closely, two scriptural passages will provide the guideposts of such a discussion; the first is the Visitation of the Blessed Virgin to her cousin Elizabeth, the second is the Temptation of Christ Jesus. Through the lens of these passages, the experiences that I have had in the past week, both in the traveling to the Holy Land in general and Mar Sabba in particular will help to clarify some of the movements of the Holy Ghost within my pilgrimage.
When one examines the text of the Incarnation, one thing that jumps to one’s mind, and bears great fruit, is that Mary is immediately compelled to go and visit her cousin Elizabeth, who has herself been the recipient of God’s grace. There is no separation between the reception of the angel’s annunciation, her fiat, and her travels to the hill country of Judah. Upon her arrival, one sees the fruit of this movement of the Holy Spirit revealed, the gospel writer reveals that it came to pass “that when Elizabeth heard the salutation of Mary, the infant leaped in her womb. And Elizabeth was filled with the Holy Ghost.” If I think of my own vocation, I become aware that the first step was only a call and not a revelation, much as the Matthew the publican was called before he could understand who Matthew the Apostle would be. Likewise, it is not until Mary is compelled towards her cousin that the fullness of what has transpired occurs, and this is the work of the Holy Ghost, for the Apostle says, “only through the Holy Ghost can one proclaim Jesus Christ as Lord.” (I Cor 12.3). It is here one finds the great hymn of Mary’s soul, the Magnificat.
For myself I ask, what is the purpose of this pilgrimage? Why am I plucked out of my native land with my routines and my habits? What is revealed to me in the traveling to a strange land? For these questions, the answers lie in two parts. The first is that in the journey, the Lord God is able to break through the habits that have prevented us from hearing his voice. The second reason is that in the destination awaits the Holy Ghost, waiting to reveal the splendor of the divine plan. To the first point, the holy author of Hebrews attests when he says, “Wherefore, as the Holy Ghost saith: To-day, if you shall hear his voice, harden not your hearts, as in the provocation, in the day of temptation in the desert, where your fathers tempted me, proved and saw my works, [10] forty years: for which I was offended by this generation, and I said: They always err in heart. And they have not known my ways. [11] As I have sworn in my wrath: They shall not enter into my rest.” (Heb 3.7-11) For forty years, the Israelites were ignorant, though God walked with them. Is this the case for me? Have my habits, holy as they might have been at once, become stale, and worse, prevented me from hearing God? Ah, the heart is yearning, but the mind is sluggish.
As regards the second point, scripture again bears testimony in the words of Moses to the people of Israel, “For until this present time you are not come to rest, and to the possession, which the Lord your God will give you” (Deuteronomy 12.9) and again in the praises of David when he proclaims, “I shall be satisfied when thy glory shall appear” (Ps 16.15) and “My soul hath thirsted after the strong and living God” (Ps 42[41].3). A man who travels merely for the sake of pleasure and the experience dreads the end, for it marks the end of the sensual excursion. But the pilgrim is finds his motivation only in the hope that the end is achievable, both in the immediate sense but also in the sense of the entirety of one’s life. Here again, we look to Mary’s travels to her cousin Elizabeth. Mary’s journey has just begun, and she probably did not expect much from the visit except the chance to help her kin. Yet she receives an immense amount of grace, for Elizabeth reveals to Mary the glory of what the Annunciation means.
As I examine my journey thus far, I am brought back to the village of Eidelein in Switzerland. In terms of the journey proper, Switzerland is but a pause, a necessary wait until our flight. But in these hours, I choose to involve myself in a plan that I had no knowledge of prior to stepping onto the train platform and talking to a friend who’d heard of a monastery in the mountains of Switzerland. As we travel past miles of Swiss countryside, pass spruces and firs frosted in gossamer webs of snowy mist, this is no longer just a pause, but a journey in and of itself, much as the pilgrimage is meant to be a journey within a larger journey, one never meant to be separated from the other. Due to a missed train, again what seemed at first a loss allowed a grace, for we were able to see a Swiss Reformed church. It’s auditorium style seating surrounding a raised pulpit in stark attire would stand in profound contrast to the baroque styling of the monastery we were about to see. The monastery was beautiful beyond words, gold leafing catching each ray of sunlight before casting it back down, resplendent in its newfound golden hue. The main altar stretched upwards beyond my grasp, surrounded by the heavenly host. Later that evening, as I board the plane for Tel-Aviv, I am struck by a question; what dost thou expect to find, o man? The answer to this is in another unexpected journey, this time out into the desert, which brings one back to the movement of the Holy Spirit.
The author of Mark says that the Holy Ghost εκβαλλει, almost, “threw Christ out” into the desert to meet the Σατανα, the accuser. Here one thinks of course of Moses, who went up the face of Mount Sinai, and was without food and water for forty days as he awaited the covenant of the Lord (cf Deut 34.28). There is an ascetical aspect to a pilgrimage that is necessary, not just a sense of sacrifice, but of genuine sacrifice. It is here that the writings of Saint Gregory of the Sinai proved so fruitful in conjunction with the visit out to Mar Saba.
In the desert, man is stripped bare of all his pretensions. He is left open and vulnerable. Christ is led to the desert to provide a crucible for his flesh, and through him, all humanity. The eloquence of the golden preacher commented on Christ’s own temptations when he said: “See whither the Spirit led Him up, when He had taken Him; not into a city and forum, but into a wilderness. That is, He being minded to attract the devil, gives him a handle not only by His hunger, but also by the place. For then most especially does the devil assail, when he sees men left alone, and by themselves” (Saint John Chrysostom, “Homily 13″ Homilies on Matthew: (sec 1))
How does one survive in the desert? How do these monks, living in hollowed out caves, sustain themselves? In the desert, one is confronted with one’s mortality, for there are no visible structures of support. One comes to realize that these men have dedicated themselves fully on the promise of Christ when he said to the Apostle, “my grace is sufficient for thee” (II Cor 12.9). Therefore, in the desert, one’s consolation comes from dwelling on the name of the Lord. Saint Maximus the Confessor spoke thusly of the matter: “There is nothing more fearful than the thought of death or more wonderful than mindfulness of God, “indicating the supremacy of this activity [of psalmodizing]” (74). Saint Gregory of the Sinai said, “For ‘the suffering of the heart endured in a spirit of devotion,’ as Saint Mark puts it, is sufficient to produce joy in them, and the warmth of the Spirit is given to them as a source of grace and exultation”(75).
Christ, led by the Spirit, brings himself to the breaking point, offered all for seemingly nothing. Yet because he has survived on nothing, he has gained all things. Again Saint Gregory of the Sinai points to the fruits of this life: “The true beginning of prayer is the warmth of heart that sacrifices the passions, fills the soul with joy and delight, and establishes the heart in unwavering love and unhesitating surety”(76) Where is my suffering in this? Where can I begin to live simpler? To speak of living simpler though betrays the power of the desert. Saint John Kilmakos says that “however exalted our way of life may be, it is worthless and bogus if our heart does not suffer”(79) and again Gregory of Sinai, “For unless, to use the prophet’s phrase, our loins are exhausted by the weakness induced through the exertions of fasting and unless like a woman in childbirth we are afflicted with pains arising from the constriction of our heart, we will not conceive the Spirit of salvation in the earth of our heart” (cf Is. 21.3; 26.18) (79).
These are weighty words. Long have I felt an attraction to this form of monastic life, a more austere life. As I stood in the Church of Mar Saba, the fragrance of her incense still hanging in the air, I remembered the silence of the Trappist abbey where I resided for a week. At 3:30 in the morning, one was given the sight of monks moving silently through the cloister, stepping into their choir cells, and beginning the divine office. To move in silence, walking gently with the Lord and seeing what he might unfold for your heart is of great temptation. Yet I know within my life, there are many comforts, and it would seem that these comforts must be stripped away if man is to see into the mind of God. Is this to be the purpose of this movement of the Holy Spirit? I of course, will not know the answer to this question until the end of my journey, for as Saint Gregory Nyssa says, “the Spirit breathes where He wills, and you hear his voice, but canst tell not whence he comes or whither he goes.” But what I do know is that I have been compelled to move, both physically and spiritually.
Buscano mis amores
yre por esos montes y riberas
ni cogere las flores
ni temere las fieras
y passare los fuertes y fronteras.
San Juan de la Cruz
The Spiritual Canticle
I’ll wander high and low//after the one I worship; never fear// the wild things where I go;//nor gather flowers; get clear//of all the mighty and over the frontier.