I belong to a Mennonite-Catholic dialogue group which meets several times a year. Our assignment for this week’s meeting was a personal reflection on the Beatitudes, broadly, and then more specifically, in choosing one beatitude we were particularly “attracted” to at this point — in not more than seven minutes each! The contributions were varied, and all interesting. This was mine:
I memorized many parts of the Sermon on the Mount as a child, to get a reduction on Bible camp fees. So it seems the Beatitudes have been with me forever, like old markers, like a fence around my life. They’ve been markers for my (Mennonite) understanding of discipleship.
In this reflection, however, I was struck by something else. The opening beatitudes [blessed are the poor, mourning, meek, hungry], at least, seem an expression of holes in the soul. I see need, grief, poverty of whatever kind, hunger. Yes, there’s a happiness expressed, but next to gaping wounds.
I attended some of the events of the Thin Air writers’ festival here in Winnipeg last week, and found it interesting that writers like Miriam Toews, Rosemary Nixon, Wayne Tefs, said things like “we’re all wounded” and “we’re really messed up humans.” I felt an honesty there that I encounter less often in church. We jump the “happy” or “blessed” right over the hole and proclaim the solid ground we’ve landed on: the kingdom, the satisfaction, the comfort, the earth for our heritage. But it’s that emptiness, that hole in the center – that’s what we bring.
It seems to me that these opening beatitudes are actually a description of faith. I’m reading Miroslav Volf’s Free of Charge: Giving and Forgiving in a Culture Stripped of Grace, and he reminds, “To have faith is to be ‘without works before God’ (Rom. 4:5)…. It is empty hands open for God to fill.”
Empty hands open for God to fill. Over the last years I’ve felt acutely poor in my spirit. I’ve often wished I had more faith. But looking at faith this way, maybe I have more than I realize. — And if we set the empty hands of these beatitudes next to the gifts of God shown here, it’s a picture of wholeness, or salvation.
You may protest that there’s “doing” or discipleship here. I agree. But it emerges from the hole. The first that, to my mind, pulls out of the hole is the fifth in the Matthew list, which is the beatitude I’m particularly attracted to at this time.
Blessed are the merciful, for they shall receive mercy. I’m needy of mercy, as implied in the second line within the statement of gift – but there’s something huge required first. “Be merciful” and “by your standard of measure it will be measured to you.” (Luke 6:38)
This is a challenge for me, and I think it’s a challenge for the church. What challenges me is the notion that I/we determine the wideness of the mercy given to me/us. I’m thinking of the recent debates about hell, over Rob Bell’s book Love Wins, for example. For many, the issue may be about Scripture, but I can’t help feeling that underneath the fears and critique of going “soft” on hell there’s a failure of mercy. We’re like Jonah, who said, “I knew that you were a God of tenderness and compassion, slow to anger, rich in graciousness, relenting from evil,” and we’re disappointed – mightily ticked off, in fact, and ready to give up on the whole business if that’s what it involves – when God shows mercy to Nineveh.
I imagined the following scenario. What if hell is actually what I was taught growing up, an everlasting and literal torment, but that it’s me who’s set at the entrance, and I get to decide the fate of at least a few other people. The only stipulation is that whatever criteria I use in my investigation and my decision are recorded and they will be the ones used to “in” or “out” me. I can imagine that this might lead to some pretty “deep listening” on my part to the people I’m deciding about, and probably significantly shift the quality of my mercy. – Or maybe simply take me back to the holes that are my faith: “Nothing in my hands I (we) bring, simply to thy cross I (we) cling.”
How can I/we learn to be merciful? There’s some stories we might set ourselves into, to learn from. The book of Jonah, for one.
Or Jesus and the thief on the cross. (Luke 23:39-43) Richard John Neuhaus, in Death on a Friday Afternoon, reflects on Jesus’ mercy in the words: “Truly, I say to you, today you will be with me in paradise.” He writes, “The first one home is a thief. Jesus is not very fastidious about the company he keeps.”
Neuhaus further notes that Jesus is “not fastidious about the quality of faith.” The thief’s cry is a little thin as far as our preferred conversion narratives go, but, says Neuhaus, “Give him [Christ] an opening, almost any opening, and he opens life to wonder beyond measure.”
But there’s something else I find interesting in the encounter between Jesus and the thieves. The so-called good thief first shows mercy to Jesus. He puts in a word for him, defends him against the verbal abuse of his fellow thief. He shows himself merciful – and he is shown mercy.
How can our two churches – Mennonite and Catholic – engage in common witness around the Beatitudes? I wish both could be merciful in more radical ways. Be less fastidious. Be the first to show mercy to the shamed and excluded. Allow salvation to one another, for sure, and also to the whole world.
Thank you for this, Dora. Your words are a gift to me today. Thank you for the reminder that good things “emerge from the hole.”
Thanks, Ryan; blessings this day!
Dora, your reading and your life stretch so far–from Rob Bell and Evangelical controversies about hell to the Biblical texts embedded in you from childhood to the work of contemporary theologians. I’m sure you love this hymn text as much as I do:
There’s a Wideness in God’s Mercy
1. There’s a wideness in God’s mercy,
Like the wideness of the sea;
There’s a kindness in His justice,
Which is more than liberty.
2. There is no place where earth’s sorrows
Are more felt than up in Heaven;
There is no place where earth’s failings
Have such kindly judgment given.
3. There is welcome for the sinner,
And more graces for the good;
There is mercy with the Savior;
There is healing in His blood.
4. There is grace enough for thousands
Of new worlds as great as this;
There is room for fresh creations
In that upper home of bliss.
5. For the love of God is broader
Than the measure of our mind;
And the heart of the Eternal
Is most wonderfully kind.
6. There is plentiful redemption
In the blood that has been shed;
There is joy for all the members
In the sorrows of the Head.
7. ‘Tis not all we owe to Jesus;
It is something more than all;
Greater good because of evil,
Larger mercy through the fall.
8. If our love were but more simple,
We should take Him at His word;
And our lives would be all sunshine
In the sweetness of our Lord.
9. Souls of men! why will ye scatter
Like a crowd of frightened sheep?
Foolish hearts! why will ye wander
From a love so true and deep?
10. It is God: His love looks mighty,
But is mightier than it seems;
‘Tis our Father: and His fondness
Goes far out beyond our dreams.
11. But we make His love too narrow
By false limits of our own;
And we magnify His strictness
With a zeal He will not own.
12. Was there ever kinder shepherd
Half so gentle, half so sweet,
As the Savior who would have us
Come and gather at His feet?
Lyrics: Frederick William Faber
Music: Lizzie Shove Tourjée
I do love this hymn! But I don’t think I have ever seen 12 verses! Thank you for taking the time to send the whole basket of them. I’m caught by stanza 11. — Oh, they’re all good!