Today’s
paradox is an examination of receiving what we already have. Take for instance,
God’s love for us. We know He has given us a full measure of His love. We know
as His children He could not love us any less or any more than He already loves
us. Yet, there are those overwhelming moments of gratitude and thankfulness,
when His presence, His providence and His love come streaming into our lives,
surrounding us and our circumstances with His radiance. Perhaps, for some of
us, this can be understood as an awakening. When in our worldly realm, we
recognize and encounter what we know we have held in our hearts; what He has already
given us.
There is another aspect of receiving which is
not paradoxical; it is an addition, a gift from Grace. Not a deepening of faith
and understanding of His glory, something new, something which strengthens our
reflection of His image and likeness in our creation. This is the gift of the
Holy Spirit.
I have long struggled with the biblical reconciliation
of what appears to be the God of the Old Testament and the God of the New
Testament. Realizing that God has never changed, could not change; how is it
that the God of the Old Testament seems to be caught up in a world of cause and
effect, stuck in an endless world of narrative discourse and dialog, entangled
in fear and punishment? I explained this to myself, using the rationalization
that I could not really understand the mindset, the mentality of the first
century Zionist. I am not from an era of tribal identity. I have never lived in a community of
extended family. I do not know famine or the fear of famine, never witnessed war
in my homeland, never watched my wife draw water from the well or trimmed my lamp
at twilight. This leads me to the simple observation that the Bible was not written
to us we are not the audience. The Bible was written for us; it is up to us to
read, study and understand what is being taught to us through Holy Scripture.
What also seems to be a reasonable
observation, is how crucial to the process is the lens one looks through when
considering Holy Scripture. Am I an anthropologist studying human behavior,
looking for clues to why the civil constructs were formed the way they were,
how the buildings reflected the ideas of the time, discovering how the
priorities of the society shaped its goals? Am I a historian, tracing the dates
and events, finding the key components which led up to the events and then evaluating
the results? Am I a person of faith, looking up to the cross as our Lord looked
down on us? Is it through His words that I search all the possibilities, looking
for what is beyond my thinking, freeing myself from my frames of reference,
striking out in a new direction into unexplored arenas and beyond the near horizon?
And now I realize what all these options have in common; they are all about me,
and in this lies the fatal flaw. None of it is about me and where I am in it.
It is all about Him and the gift He brings, the Holy Spirit.
Christ Jesus came into this world and changed everything. As a Catholic, I realize
through transubstantiation, substance is changed to essence. Beyond this sacramental
process, every bit of the material world is affected by His coming which brought
about a deeper reflection of God’s creation. His baptism served as a model for all of humanity
and His divinity changed the Jordan River into holy water. His ministry ushered
in a new era of understanding, social justice, beauty and kindness which had
never been witnessed in this worldly realm. His miracles showed the world the
true glory of the Father Almighty, a glimpse of what lies beyond the
unimaginable. His life fulfilled the prophecy of old and foretold of a coming
age, a victory of peace and love. Christ Jesus is the bridge between death to
life; all His promises are true, He will stand between us and the Father, not
as our judge, as our Savior. He is the bread of life. We can share the body,
blood, soul and divinity, in all times, in all places throughout the world, and for all times. Through this sacrament, the
Eucharist, Christ gifts us a portion of His union with the Father. Yet through
all this majesty, the blessings, and the gifts, nothing is greater than the gift
of the Holy Spirit. My peace I leave you, My peace I give you. His love written
in our hearts, His presence forever with us, in every instance of every second.
In His
presence the Apostles received the Holy Spirit. He breathed on them, into them
and through them, into a waiting world. A world suspended in the lifelessness
of empty time. A world steeped in the identity of self. A world conceived in
and of a man and woman, humanity without divinity. Christ Jesus changes all of
this. It is this missing component, the Holy Spirit, in their lives and in my
thinking, which is the obstacle. The Bible, written to an audience who could
not understand God without His presence in their lives. It isn’t God who differs
from one age to the next, it is His people, now fully alive, endowed with the
Presence of their Maker, who are now ready to embrace His goodness. To see Him
as He is, not as they made Him out to be. I see now that I was asking the first
century Christians to witness and testify to what they had not seen or known. I
see now that I was expecting the impossible. They like us, have to be shown the
way; no one gets there on their own. Those who have eyes to see, should see and
those who have ears to hear should hear.