I flirted
with death about 25 years ago. Hovering somewhere between here and
there, I recall musing, “so this is what it feels like to die.
Wouldn't this be a good time to see an angel or Jesus?” Suspended
between realities, I forced myself to open my eyes and there stood my
angels! Two of my most eccentric/wacky, very fallible, earthy
friends! Be careful what you pray for, you just might get it, and it
might not be what you expect!
We romanticize and our
spiritual experiences and encounters wanting to seeing angelic
beings, Jesus, the Virgin Mary. Something in us wants to set up
shrines and to worship visions rather than learning the lesson such
experiences intend to teach us. My angels were definitely grounded
in this world. They dramatically reminded me that if I am to
experience the divine it will be in my daily encounters with both
friends and enemies. Angels with clay feet? Oh yes! And this is
precisely why this particular experience remains the most profound
and grounding of my life, continuing to shape my day to day living.
Having been restored to life my job is not to judge or criticize, but
to be more accepting of others with all their foibles and quirks. My
life work is practicing gratitude in and for all things, and all
persons.
Yet, I confess that I am easily jaded.
Our current political climate reminds me that pettiness, selfishness,
cruelty, and ugliness is everywhere. Fear and hate permeates our
very atmosphere. I am too often ready to give up hope... which is
why I am so committed to deliberately, thoughtfully, practicing
gratitude. Just by being grateful for my morning coffee, a warm
house, something to wear grounds me to wonder, anticipation, hope.
We recently attended a church retreat
in which we heard about the unrelenting love some Palestinian
Christians are lavishing on their Jewish neighbors. What a powerful
reminder that no matter what situation we find ourselves in we still
have options as to how one responds to life's challenges. Easter's
approach reminds me that my response to a hate filled world must
never be about revenge but rather loving both friends and enemies.
Saying no to the myth of redemptive violence.
Each day brings opportunities to be a
good neighbor, to start over (resurrection), to learn the lessons of
life. For me, The Cross is that ultimate example of redemptive
non-violence. When Jesus chose death on the Cross he demonstrated a
completely different response than war and violence. By going to the
cross he said “violence stops here!”
God neither wants nor needs our
defense. In spite of our illusions of power and grandeur, we are
not in control. God, Allah, whatever we call our Higher Power, calls
us to be good neighbor, to be less me-oriented and more forgiving,
compassionate, gentler with ourselves and others. Whatever that
energy is that shapes the universe, it calls us to let go of our
fears and move out in gratitude, love and trust. All religions
insist that love is stronger than hate, which is simply another way
of saying when we practice decency, gratitude, acceptance,
forgiveness, a transformative energy is released into the universe
allowing our Higher Power to do the rest. Pie in the sky? I don't
think so.
Joyce Shutt is pastor emeritus of the
Fairfield Mennonite Church.