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Exhausted Holy Fools

gabrielle December 21st, 2007

A friend, who returns home time and time again exhausted in spirit and body from her work in the soup kitchen, writes:  “I’m happy.  In a very sad kind of way.  I am happy with the poor-exhausted.  It makes no sense.  Like all of His paradoxes, it only makes love, not sense.”

Who are they who choose love over what makes sense?  To whom does this kind of sacrifice, to the point of complete spiritual, emotional and physical exhaustion, bring profound joy?  To the Holy Fools.  We all know them in our own lives.  We know them also from history - St. Francis, Mother Teresa, Dorothy Day, and our beloved Catherine Doherty, to name but a few.  My friend would deny being in the same category as these, yet even if the scope of the work is not as broad, the calling is the same; the kenosis is the same; the exhaustion is the same.  Catherine Doherty writes:

Sitting at the very edge of the pine forest in the eventide, I look down.  Suddenly I am not there at all!  I am where my heart has always been; I am with the poor.  A love, a joy, a simple, childlike joy fills my heart and I tell myself, “I am descending the holy mountain to go to the poor.”

I was tired beyond my own understanding, and, I think, beyond the understanding of many.  I knew that the people chosen by God to bring his message to the world were always tired.  But I did not know how tired.  Did you ever feel this numbing, crushing tiredness that takes hold of you and seems to crush you into powder?  There you are, lying on the road, a little handful of powder.

Don’t you understand, don’t we all understand, that we must begin to share?  We must!  It is not a question of tithing.  It is a question of sharing, because unless we share, we will become atomic dust.

And from the winds came the familiar voice, “Now you know how tired I was when I hung on the Cross.  But love overcomes tiredness.  Mine did.”

From:  “Urodivoi.  Holy Fools.  The Prophetic Call of a Modern Fool for Christ”, by Catherine Doherty.

Cool Friends, No Matter the Climate

gabrielle December 20th, 2007

Yes, you guys are pretty cool. 

Not only can we talk about spiritual things and bare our souls to each other, but I am surrounded by co-creators - writers, poets, visual/performing artists.

And now a hidden talent has emerged.  After seeing my Snowbound post, JohnT (Cubeland Mystic), formerly of the blog “The Immaculate Direction”, donned his sandals and sunglasses, sauntered into his garden, and created a living sculpture of me:

JT, I will treasure this forever, and thought it was just too funny not to share. I guess I only have two questions: 1)  in a region where sandals and sunglasses are the norm in December, how come JohnT has a toque and scarf so handy?  2)  How does he get romaine lettuce to grow in that moon-crater soil?  :)

He also sent a picture of his orange-tree, just to make us jealous…

It worked, JT. It worked.

Monday Morning with Merton: The Elements

gabrielle December 17th, 2007

For our Merton entry this morning, I would like to lead you first to this post at Mike’s, The Mercy Blog.   Although the subject-matter concerns “dew” in the context of grace/passivity/activity, it brought to mind the following passage of Merton’s, from “The Ascent to Truth” , in which we see the elements of nature used as metaphors for growth in contemplation:

“In the beginning of the contemplative life, it is possible for the soul to rest for long periods absorbed in the consolation of divine love.  The spirit is in a certain sense satisfied by that love.  Contemplation can even appear to become an end in itself, as if the intimate embrace of God’s love were already as good as heaven.  But this is an illusion.  Sooner or later, like all created things, this joy must end.  God takes care to see that it ends sooner in some souls than in others.  The love that was sweet and consoling becomes a purgatorial flame.  The repose that was our friend becomes a terrible adversary.  It devours our bones.  Contemplation descends upon us now no longer like dew but like a desert wind, smothering our whole being in fire and sand.  The faculties begin to turn upon themselves like paper blistering at the approach of flame.  The will shrivels and twists and the mind disintegrates into ashes consumed by thirst for the vision of God.” 

Snowbound

gabrielle December 16th, 2007

We already have about four feet of snow piled up in the back and front yards, and a couple of more feet coming since 3:00 a.m. and continuing all day and night, so we hear.  We are being told to stay off the roads except for dire emergencies.

So I’m writing Christmas cards and catching up on three weeks worth of ironing.

This is just to impress upon you the fact that I do indeed live an exciting life offline.  Hidden, but oh, so thrilling. 

You really must excuse me now, as I have to plan dinner.  We didn’t get out yesterday to buy any groceries, but I’m sure I can throw something together with lettuce, mushrooms and Christmas cookies.  I do enjoy a culinary challenge. 

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