Musings /Part 7/ on the Practices of a
Resurrection (Expansive) Spirituality
Matthew 6:27-29 Can any of you, however much he worries, make himself an inch taller? And why do you worry about clothes? Consider how the wild flowers grow. They neither work nor weave, but I tell you that even Solomon in all his glory was never arrayed like one of these! (PHILLIPS)
The rose is without ‘why’;
it blooms simply because it blooms.
It pays no attention to itself,
nor does it ask whether anyone sees it.
Angelus Silesius (JohannesScheffler)
The Cherubinic Wanderer
If I may paraphrase Tillich, the inexhaustible ground of our being is Mystery. We were made for Mystery and in Mystery we live our lives. Mystery is the tension between the longing and the quenching. Mystery is the font of creativity and the capstone on inventiveness. Mystery is our paidagōgos (Galatians 3:24) – our tutor, our guide – leading us into abundant life (John 10:10). Mystery is not a problem to be solved, a suspicion to be clarified, a sentiment to be defined.
The life of faith (trust) is without why
it is alive simply because it is alive
it is full of mystery simply because it is full of mystery
it surprises simply because it surprises.
It does not ask to be solved,
nor does it ask to be “fixed.”
Mystery invites, nudges, and insistes.
ready or not.
Mystery sneaks up on us,
catching us unawares.
Why interrupts the Mystery
sidetracks the awe
Why is the pinprick
that deflates the Mystery
Why wants Mystery domesticated,
tamed, made compliant.
Mystery is the expansiveness
beyond the Why
Mystery is being caught up
in the awesomeness of a thunderstorm;
Why is turning on the TV
and listening to the meteorologist.
A Resurrection (Expansive) Spirituality is nurtured by Mystery. It experiences Mystery as an invitation to live an abundant life – a life beyond social convention; a life embracing the questions even when no answers seem forthcoming; a life on the creative edge between the known and the unknown, between memory and a promise.
When Resurrection (Expansive) Spirituality is asked “Why?” it simply answers “…because…,” smiles, and moves on.
Here is the great mystery;
My thirst is quenched
as much by my longing
to have it quenched
as it is
by the waters that come.
Tell me, oh digger of the well,
which do I drink first?
– Mitch Ditkoff