Wednesday, January 21, 2009

Wholly Holy


O Christ, the healer, we have come
to pray for health, to plead for friends.
How can we fail to be restored,
when reached by love that never ends?

How strong, O Lord, are our desires,
how weak our knowledge of ourselves!
Release in us those healing truths
unconscious pride resists or shelves.

Grant that we all, made one in faith,
in your community may find
the wholeness that, enriching us,
shall reach the whole of humankind.

vv. 1, 3, 5
Text: Fred Pratt Green, 1969
Suggested tune: Conditor Alme


A few years ago, I came across a church website that advertised a program called “Tai Chi for Jesus.” Upon first glance, I thought it was the most ridiculous thing I had ever seen. I knew about Tai Chi, and I knew how strongly connected it was to Chinese philosophies, Taoism and Confucianism, as well as Buddhism. It seemed somehow wrong to link this ancient art with the purposes of Jesus. I imagined the traditional tai chi movement names being replaced by biblical themes: “parting wild horse mane” becomes “Moses parting Red Sea,” and “white crane spreading wings” becomes “Holy Spirit descending like dove.”

I recently attended a church-sponsored women's retreat. We were blessed with the presence of a qualified Tai Chi instructor who taught us a few exercises from Qigong, another Chinese art that complements Tai Chi. The basic aim of Qigong, as I understand it, is to increase awareness of the breath and of the energy that flows through the body. If a Christian were to do Qigong, she could very well use the exercises to increase awareness of God and of the movements of the Holy Spirit – which is what many of us attempted to do. After completing the exercises, we all agreed that we felt different. Some said they felt calm and relaxed. Others felt energized and ready to take on the world. For me, it was as though I had done something good for my whole self. I stretched my physical body, I relaxed my mind even as I used it to focus, and I invigorated my soul by tuning in to God’s movement in the world. For once, all the parts were working together.

In the course of our weekly worship, we often acknowledge that we are God’s creation – that God has formed us in God’s image. But for some reason, we tend to forget that God created not only our minds and spirits – the parts unseen – but also our physicality. We come to church to renew our spirits and to edify our minds, but can the church also encourage us to maintain our physical bodies? As members of the body of Christ, the one body made up of many parts, we are called to care for our bodies - our sacred vessels through which God works in mysterious ways. We are also called to care for one another, to encourage each other to treat our bodies well.

The more I think about it, the more I am convinced that it is the church's responsibility to encourage a spirituality of the body – an understanding of our God-given humanity with all the parts working together. After all, an evening walk isn't just something that takes us away from the television, or distracts us from work, but an opportunity to breathe fresh air into the lungs that we use for singing hymns and for speaking justice, a chance to strengthen the legs that carry us out into the world to do God’s work.

I don't think that we necessarily have to trade in our fellowship time cookies for carrot sticks, but I do think we must take care to offer food that benefits both the body and the soul, including the bodies and souls of those who labored to produce it. Perhaps the church could compile a book of nourishing recipes collected from members of the congregation., or begin a meditative walking group, or start a lunch group to discuss ways of staying mentally and spiritually healthy in the work place. Perhaps our liturgies could address the care of the body in terms of wellness, not only in terms of illness.

Our God is not an invisible God who works only in ways unseen and unheard. Our God works in and through tangible things – through ordinary substances like bread and water, in ordinary acts of cleansing and feeding. And to accomplish God’s most stunning miracle, God took on the form of a human body. Echoing the final verse of "O Christ, the healer," I invite you to seek wholeness in your local faith community.

Thursday, January 8, 2009

e-piph-a-ny

+ a Christian festival, observed on January 6, commemorating the manifestation of Christ to the gentiles in the persons of the Magi; Twelfth-day.

+ an appearance or manifestation, esp. of a deity.

+ a sudden, intuitive perception of or insight into the reality or essential meaning of something, usually initiated by some simple, homely, or commonplace occurrence or experience.

Random House Unabridged Dictionary, 2006


At the heart of the festival day we call Epiphany is a most supreme manifestation of honor and gratitude - the three Magi appear at the stable to offer royal gifts for the newborn Christ child. But the term "epiphany" also means something similar to a revelation, or an "aha" moment. In the spirit of the season, I would like to share a recent epiphanic moment of mine.

I made it my Advent goal to fully appreciate the wait - to let my eyes adjust to the darkness so that I could experience the slow growth of light from a single flickering flame. I paid special attention to songs of preparation, both sacred and secular. Of course there are countless songs anticipating the arrival of Santa Clause, and a decent number of Advent hymns preparing the way for the birth of Jesus. It occurs to me (and this is the epiphanic moment) that while there are many songs that express excitement about Santa's visit, and many songs and rituals that communicate to Santa the many gifts that both little and big hearts desire, I can't think of a single song that thanks Santa Clause for the gifts that he brought. I cannot imagine that the North Pole post office is flooded with letters of gratitude on December 26.

A former pastor of mine told me a story about his own birth. After all the preparation for his arrival, after the excitement of the actual birth, his relatives finally got to bring him home. They entered the house, set the infant down, looked at one another and exclaimed, "Now what?" That simple phrase of bewilderment must have flown through the minds of the holy parents. The same phrase summarizes my thoughts about this period immediately following Christmas. Before we move on to commemorate Jesus' baptism some 30 years after his birth, what do we do? For weeks we have awaited the moment of birth, and now that it has arrived, what do we do with it?

Perhaps this is the time when we should sing our boisterous carols. Perhaps this is the time to decorate our homes and sanctuaries. What if we watched our holiday movies now? What if we held our holiday festivities now? And why don't we worship with liturgies of thanksgiving and adoration now? After all, isn't this the time when we ought to be rejoicing?

Let us continue our merriment and holy revels. Let us seize our time of celebration. This is the moment - may it not pass us by!