Early signs of spring

To see or *not* to see...that is the question...

I've been cataloging two or three years of old photos that I have saved on CDROMs. When you take as many pictures as I do, it is easy to forget about them as they are put away and archived in a neat little closet. So much of my son's infancy and first months I found while digging; now, I can rummage and reminisce as I have neatly cataloged most of my old stuff on a new hard drive. How I love the wonders of technology and external hard drives.

As I browsed through the files, it was very much like rummaging through the attic. I caught myself mumbling things like "I'd forgotten about that" or asking my husband "was he ever really that small (our big toddler boy)?" The whole process reminded me of how easy it is for me to forget the good stuff of life and to get bogged down in the trivialities of today (that closet that still needs organizing, the dishes, etc.).

I find that is true of my spiritual life and relationship with scripture. Sometimes as I stumble across an old story, I am reminded "oh yeah, I forgot about that." Memorial, or in the Greek (anamnesis) is a powerful part of our tradition. It is more than just remembering; it is reliving and embodying the story of those gone before us, those to whom we unite in solidarity and struggle. So little has changed in the way of being human. What has changed and can change is how we see and react to the world around us.

The camera and my pursuit of photography has forever changed the way I see the world. While brave souls like Martin Luther King Jr. have shared their vision and hope and changed the world, I have too often reveled in my explanation of why my glass is half empty. However, in the last decade the camera has helped to see that "hey! at least there is something in the glass! My, how it twinkles in the light! Cool! There are tiny bubbles...." This tiny bit of willingness to see has not only transformed my relationship to the world but to people as well.

Thumbing through old photographs makes me reappreciate the simple beauties of life. I often find my solitude while out walking and taking in the beautiful landscapes around me. Given my predilection for nature, I love this quote from Willa Cather: The miracles of the church seem to me to rest not so much upon faces or voices or healing power coming suddenly near to us from afar off, but upon our perceptions being made finer, so that for a moment our eyes can see and our ears can hear what is there about us always.

In spite of the negativity that often comes too easy for me, I am intensely grateful that I do occasionally hear and see the glory of God all around me. It comes in simple moments, in bright beautiful colors and in muted mysteries. I pray to grow more attuned to the divine whisper in my soul.

On Gardening

I've heard the term 'spirituality' bandied about for years now. I'm never quite sure what is meant by the term unless a sufficient context is provided. For me, I think of spirituality in terms of a garden. And, mind you, I have no green thumbs.

Gardening is hard work. I was out tossing some dead plants today, plants I should have brought in before we dipped near freezing temperatures, and I was reminded of how those dead plants are much like my spirit when I haven't had ample quiet time. I start to wilt and look ashen; I long for the warmth of the sun and brighter days. Just months ago my garden was full of life, some wild, some planted, arbitrarily tended by me. I have a bad habit of planting flowers with great intentions of caring for them only to return to them weeks later in an effort to save them from final doom.

I was having lunch with a friend the other day and noticed a beautifully manicured garden at a local restaurant. I remarked, "I wonder how they keep these so healthy." She responded, "I think they are replaced and replinished regularly." There are so many things in my spiritual life that need fine tuned care; they can't simply be replinished or replaced. So, I must tend to them with some sense of dedicated care and not take the benefits of such care for granted.

My soil often grows rocky and dry. Real friendship, a sunny day, a stroll with the dogs, or the smile of my baby boy all enrich the soil again. As I grow older, I am more aware of the gems which fertilize my soul. Simple things like this story--enjoy!

http://video.google.com/videoplay?docid=5249518974978628334

Stories like this put everything in perspective. I like a good sermon that isn't really a sermon at all...

Obediential Potency...aka Heady Stuff

Yesterday while teaching a class at Spring Hill, I came across a thought or idea that I hadn't really pondered before. While discussing Karl Rahner's ideas on the trinity (Rahner's grund-axiom: the economic trinity as trinity manifest in salvation history is THE SAME as the immanent trinity or the subsistence of the god-head apart from revelation.) While Rahner's axiom is a discussion in and of itself, I found it interesting that Rahner made a point of asserting that only the LOGOS, that is the second person of the trinity, was the only candidate for the Incarnation because of the Logos' obediential potency. Granted, this is heady stuff. Basically what I find is Rahner saying that only the Logos could have been incarnated as human and only the Logos could have been the vehicle for salvation.

I've never considered the pre-existent Logos from this stand point. Of course, it raises the question as to why the Spirit lacks the obediential potency (a term taken from scholastic philosophy and specifically from Aquinas). Perhaps, as my students suggested, it is the unruly nature of the Spirit, very consistent with the Old Testament understanding of the RUAH or wind. I find this delightfully comforting.

I wonder how Luther would interepret obediential potency in terms of our existence and relationship with God? Do we have, as Karl Rahner suggests, a spark of divinity within us that drives us to transcendence and obediential actualization? Or, are we fundamentally broken and only by grace do we achieve any kind of obedience to God's will? As my students suggested, sometimes it is a question of which comes first--chicken-or-egg. For Rahner, grace is a part of our existence by virtue of having been created by God (semi-Pelagian); for Luther, grace is a wholly free gift given by God subsequently, yet it is the same grace which allows us to receive grace in the first place. For Rahner, we are oriented in our very being towards God. For Luther, so it seems, we are only oriented to God by grace and faith, both gifts, umerited. I'm not so sure the two differ except in terms of ontological understanding and the timing of the grace/nature relationship.

I like the way Robin Ryan summarized it "God has already given the gift, the uncreated grace, of an obediential potency to all, a gift which remains within, awaiting response. It is that response in grace which completes the circle, which provides the ultimate unity of faith and revelation." (See http://dlibrary.acu.edu.au/research/theology/ejournal/Issue3/Ryan.htm)

So, does the LOGOS and the incarnation provide the bridge of response, the "New Creation" of humanity in Jesus of Nazareth? Is this the obediential potency which resides with the LOGOS specifically? I'd love to hear your thoughts...

More on transcendent anthropologies in another post....

What's in a name?

The title of this blog comes from C.S. Lewis' candid account of his life and search for truth and joy. I like the way this author summarizes and contextualizes the title of Lewis' book within his life: http://personal.bgsu.edu/~edwards/surprised.html

I often find myself wavering between different personas: the mother, the theologian, the philosopher, the photographer, the friend, and maybe one day...the pastor. I was speaking with a well-loved Jewish Rabbi today who said that this quandry of the multiple selves is the essence of his spiritual life: seeking the right way to balance our roles as child of God, wife, husband, mother, father, sister, brother, friend, employee, etc.

How do you accomplish this balance? Does it come naturally or is it something to work towards?

My hope is that this blog can become a forum for those interested in voicing their pearls of wisdom along life's journey. Jump in, challenge, divert, suggest...

Starting positions

I have no idea where this blog is heading, but I know the journey will be worthwhile. It has been a long time since I 'blogged' so bear with me as I get in the groove again.