Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts
Showing posts with label reflection. Show all posts

Saturday, April 11, 2020

Saul's Metamorphosis


After reading Sholem Asch’s account of St. Paul’s journey to Damascus I began to reflect on my own road to Damascus. When I began to delve into my Catholic religion I wanted to know “the facts”. What were those of my beliefs that were grounded in fact and verifiable in experience? There came a time when I gained confidence in my religious beliefs. 

I attained what I believed to be an intellectual understanding of my faith. I called it an integration of my faith with my daily life. Sure, there were still mysterious aspects to my religion. Those I had to take on faith. After all, religion by definition requires that we believe is some things that we cannot prove. I had the assurance that my knowledge of Scripture and the teachings of my Church provided me with a solid faith; a faith that could guide me through life, however imperfectly I could follow it.

Yet, Asch’s fictional account of Saul’s metamorphosis to Paul caused me to reflect on a transition of my own. Asch portrays Saul as a well-educated Pharisee, stubborn and self-assured in his understanding of Jewish beliefs. He knew for sure when he was hearing blasphemous and heretical teachings being preached in the Synagogue! Can my own self-assurance blind me to the spirit of my Faith as it did with Saul?

Have I undertaken a transition from my “intellectual” understanding of my faith to a “spiritual” understanding? How far along am I on that transition? To what degree am I living an intellectual faith? When will I, like Paul, come to the metanoia from a self-assured, intellectual approach to my Faith to an acceptance of and submission to the Lordship of Jesus Christ?
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Through a series of “seizures” and nights of visions and mental wrangling Saul's assurance in his faith begins to weaken. He is zealously attempting to eradicate those of the new sect who were undermining his religion. He witnesses in those he is punishing a quiet acceptance of the reprimands, imprisonments and lashings he is inflicting on them. Rather than being angry with him they exhibit an assurance in their faith in the recently crucified messiah. Their patient endurance begins to work its way through his beliefs. His intellectual understanding of his religion begins to take on a spiritual understanding.

Sholem actually begins his account of the metamorphosis of Saul immediately after the scene where Saul with two other witnesses attends the preaching of Reb Istephan in the synagogue. He is convinced of Reb Istephan’s blasphemous preaching. Asch describes Saul’s condition as he is on his way to his sister’s house.

From the book:
“There were certain signs by which Saul of Tarshish recognized the beginning of the onset…. All day long he had felt it gathering above him, like a storm cloud. A fiery circle was pressing against his temples, and increasing darkness was shed upon his eyes. Nevertheless there was within him a bright stirring, as though a new soul were being poured into him. Saul of Tarshish hated this condition, which made his footsteps uncertain, and deprived him of self-control, turning him over to a power over which he had no influence…. And yet he longed for it, as a man longs for the warm, encircling arms of a beloved wife…. It was with him as though he were being sped beyond the limits of this world and entering into another which knew no limits and no boundaries; a world in which there was neither yea or nay, only in infinite space of blazing brightness, through which he fell forever… and continued to fall… through infinite time…. In that condition the impossible became possible… he dreaded to enter into this world, as a man dreads to cross the threshold of the unknown, as a man dreads to cross the threshold between life and death…. Yet he was drawn irresistibly toward the threshold, and the nearer he drew to it the more powerful became the attraction of the unknown, of the infinite, of the limitless, of the impossible-possible. He had been fighting against the pull of that condition all day long; he fought against it now as he hastened toward the house of his sister. He stumbled rather than walked through the narrow streets of Jerusalem; his limbs obeyed his will and memory when he himself could no longer direct them. At last he reached the door of his sister’s house, but he could go no further. There the condition fell upon him, as if it had been a murderer lying in wait, and flung him to the ground.
In the midst of his seizure Saul beheld an angel of the Lord cleaving the air in downward flight toward him. The Angel sank, feet downward into the earth, and only the upper half remained visible, but that upper half was blinding white, as though it were all fire within, covered by a human skin. The angel lifted his wing-arms to heaven, as if in prayer, and the face of the angel, which shone with divine fire, was likewise upturned, and on it rested a vision of eternal grace, as if the eyes of the angel had penetrated to the glory….

When Saul came to he marked, as always after one of his seizures, that he had for a time lost the power of sight. In the darkness which surrounded him he saw, in recurrent visitations, the angel which he had beheld during the seizure, and he wondered greatly over the meaning of the vision….” pp. 105-106

Saturday, May 9, 2015

A Miner's Discovery

It has been a while since my last post. The last year has been busy. Hip replacement and cancer diagnosis ... prostate. There has been some good stuff. Two trips to California to visit my 97 year old mother who continues to defy old age's persistent attempts to debilitate. I should have imitated her more closely. I've also completed a two year study in spiritual direction that has provided me with the needed skills to help others progress in their personal spiritual life.

In my final days of study at the retreat center I came across a nice little book of poetry. It seems as though most of the meaningful things in my life happen accidentally. This volume of poetry about Francis and Clare is one of these accidental discoveries. I find reading poetry to be a search. Many poems are difficult to read and understand. If understood, they may not be particularly meaningful. So, when one does stand out above the others I feel like a miner panning for gold who just discovered a huge nugget. I want to read it to everyone I see! So it was in the brief time I spent with Francis and Clare in poetry, edited by Janet McCann and David Craig. I offer a poem that I felt to be one of those gold nuggets.

THE LEPER'S RETURN
          ---- a gift of St. Francis

He had grown used to the fear he carried
to the hearts of all he passed along the road.
And the chagrin he bore inside became

a bitterness far worse than the fetid taste
that never left his mouth. He could not bear
to stay near town for long, nor could he ever

walk far enough away. His days were marked
in varied degrees of suffering, varied
degrees of shame. So when he saw the young man,

trembling, stand awaiting him in the road ahead,
the leper felt the weight of his long burden briefly
lift, and when the young man rushed to embrace him,

the leper startled to the fact of his own body
gently held, and held in firm, benevolent
esteem, and when he felt the kiss across

his ruined cheek, he found forgotten light
returning to his eyes, and looked to meet
the brother light approaching from the young man's

beaming face. Each man blessed the other
with this light that then became the way
that each might travel every road thereafter.

----- Scott Cairns