Showing posts with label CSJ. Show all posts
Showing posts with label CSJ. Show all posts

Sunday, September 8, 2024

2024.09.08 Mercy-FULL, Lyn G. Brakeman, Spiritual Lemons, Blog post



This morning I awoke with a little fantasy image of a bunch of lively Jewish children at a beach in Israel looking out at the Sea of Galilee. The children had met Jesus on the beach and were all excited that this guy was having a cookout for them and serving them hot dogs with mustard. Imagine. The kids were thrilled, covered with mustard and ketchup, plus this Jesus guy’s offering them forbidden beach food in the morning! 


He also had given them each a hug, even the one who was scared of disobeying the Law. Jesus told them that God loved each of them for being special, and loved every single morsel of this whole world the same.   TOTAL MERCY. 

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I have been an Associate of the Sisters of Mercy for over thirty years now and very grateful at 86 still to have a mind that prays and reads.  


What I am reading just now is Sister Elizabeth Johnson's book, "Come, Have Breakfast”  Orbis Books, 2024, written “For people who band together at the international, national, and local levels to protect Earth's land, water, and air and all living beings . . ."  


What I love the most about Sister Elizabeth's book is her, let's call it, panoramic view of all Creation as if the eye of a needle were actually big enough for a whole herd of camels to pass through, or the entire spiritual community of Life to be seen—not to mention that the risen Jesus, certified long dead, yet still serving breakfast as a cookout on the beach.    


Such enormous envisioning forces me to expand my image of Divinity itself and envision God not as expendable but expandable. 


I grew up in New York City, my child's eye view was crowded out by skyscrapers. Nevertheless I trained my eye upwards until I saw God in the spaces between those buildings, leading me in time to write a book called The God Between Us, and to see Creation itself as accompaniment not possession, God being quite free of gender, color, class, caste, ethnicity, species, and even, yes, any one brand of religion. 


Thank you, Sister Elizabeth, for such mercies and Mercy. 

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And thanks to all: my spouse, all our children, all my friends and family, and that Amazing Grace always near and present to us all through it all.      

Sunday, May 24, 2015

2015.05.24 Telling Images

When we catch glimmers of mutual reflectivity between divinity and humanity, we exclaim, Holy.......

Creator Spirit is on the move—to connect, vivify, and potentiate life-giving energy everywhere, like a "big bang" in the soul of God. Schrapnel spills out all over the cosmos. You expected cozy-comfy? Connections happen between and among very different things and people—suburb and city, black and white, artist and engineer, executive and street beggar, religion and science, politics and politicians, east and west, enemy and enemy, on and on. By such connections we are transformed;  category-driven assumptions fall away; and something new happens.

Here are four illustrative images:

The first is traditional with a twist. It is identified as Mary of Nazareth after she has received a strange proposal from a large male angel named Gabriel. What I love about this image is that it is honest. This image is semitic; no cosmetics take away her history and lineage. The image also goes beyond literal history to show a woman alone “pondering these things in her heart,” as the biblical story says. Mary’s “Yes” to the invitation to enter the divine life in a particular womanly way was not a quick, codependent, aiming-to-please assent.



The second is a photo taken by professional photographer, David Pacheco, from inside St. Mary the Virgin Church in New York City. The church is on 46th street just off  Broadway—a community with a big heart, deeply embedded in the heart of the big city.  Its doors are always open for people to come into the dark quiet beauty of the sanctuary. Pacheco entitled his photo, “Stained-Glass Forty-Sixth Street.”  He took it through an ecclesiastical window with small leaded panes. It seems as if the colors you see on the city street come from the stained glass in the window, but the window is clear. The colors reflect instead onto the clear window from the lights and signs on the street. It is a perfect image of the church that belongs to the city and the city to the church. It reminds me of the Latin phrase, Urbi et Orbi, which denotes the papal address and apostolic blessing, developed in the 13th century by Pope Gregory X, given at Christmas and Easter to the city (urbi) of Rome and the entire world (orbi).

 



The third image is also city-bound but on-the-fly, this time in Boston. It is an aerial sculpture made of the finest high-tech rope, created by artist Janet Echelman, designed by engineers, and financed by the Rose Kennedy Greenway Conservancy, a non-profit organization currently committed to using art to lure visitors to the park.  And this is a huge piece of art, weighing 2000 pounds. It’s a net, just like fishermen use. Jesus uses the image to describe his hopes for the catch the Spirit will make to populate the reign of God. Echelman went to India to paint. Her paints and brushes never arrived, so she spent time with the fisherfolk and learned how to make knots and nets. 

This net is gossamer, composed of  many colors, fastened to the top of city scrapers. It's kinetic, shaped by changing patterns of wind and light; it waves over the Greenway, till October anyway. At night it is illuminated; all the lights in area office buildings are, by agreement, turned off to enhance the illumination. Urbi et Orbi  again.

The artist has not yet named the piece but has described it as  “monumental softness” and “it’s about imagination.”  Like any art, it depends on viewers’ projections. I can’t wait to see it in person. For me, it evokes the divine connective spirit—a true glimmer.



Finally, a verbal image created by scholar-theologian-cosmologist, Elizabeth Johnson, CSJ, of Fordham, in her book, Quest for the Living God. No better words have I ever read about the Creator Spirit:

"To sum up: ecological theology proposes that the Creator Spirit dwells at the heart of the natural world, graciously energizing its evolution from within, compassionately holding all creatures in their finitude and death, and drawing the world forward toward an unimaginable future. Throughout the vast sweep of cosmic and biological evolution, the Spirit embraces the material root of life and its endless new potential, empowering the cosmic process from within. The universe, in turn, is self-organizing and self-transcending, energized from the spiraling galaxies to the double helix of the DNA molecule by the dance of divine vivifying power."

My left brain can not understand this, but my soul instantly did nip-ups when I read it. Can't explain.