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Lectionary essay for the February 25, 2024 RCL
TITLE = What the Monks Know
Second Sunday in Lent
Images and descriptions for the lectionary essay: use the 4 images from here: https://www.journeywithjesus.net/Essays/20120227JJ.shtml
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Poem for upper right module: Manifesto: The Mad Farmer Liberation Front, https://www.journeywithjesus.net/poemsandprayers/460-wendell-berry-manifesto
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Teaser text for upper right module: Wendell Berry (born 1934) is a farmer, author, environmental activist, and cultural critic. His fifty-plus volumes of poetry, novels, essays, and short stories have earned him numerous awards. His newest book is The Need to Be Whole: Patriotism and the History of Prejudice (2022).
Weekly Prayer after end of essay: Lenten prayer by Hopko, https://www.journeywithjesus.net/poemsandprayers/607-thomas-hopko-week-2
Genesis 17:1-7, 15-16
Psalm 22:23-31
Romans 4:13-25
Mark 8:31-38
From Our Archives
Debie Thomas, Gains and Losses (2021) https://www.journeywithjesus.net/essays/2930-gains-and-losses; How Shall I Die? (2018) https://www.journeywithjesus.net/essays/1667-how-shall-i-die; and Dan Clendenin, Lenten Faith on the Lunatic Fringe (2015) https://www.journeywithjesus.net/Essays/20150223JJ.shtml
This Week's Essay
Mark 8:34, "If anyone would come after me, let him deny himself, take up his cross, and follow me."
In his marvelous new book The Manuscripts Club (2023), Christopher de Hamel writes of the paradoxical appeal of monasticism: "I could never have been a monk. Everything about monasticism is alien to my world, and yet any time I have ever spent as a guest in a monastery, sharing for a few days an idealism and rhythm of life that is thousands of years old, I have found myself wondering why anyone would choose to live in any other way."
Like de Hamel, I've been a guest at several monasteries across the decades, and have reflected on their strange style of life. His observation reminded me of the memoir by Patrick Fermor (1915–2011) called A Time to Keep Silence (2007). Regarded by many as Britain's best travel writer, the BBC once described Fermor as “a cross between Indiana Jones, James Bond and Graham Greene.”
With its running commentary on history, culture, art, and architecture, A Time to Keep Silence fits naturally into the travel literature genre. But Fermor's descriptions of visiting four monasteries are much more than that. He moves beyond the mere outer journey of the traveller in order to explore the inner geography of the human heart.
Fermor started at the Abbey of St. Wandrille in France, which was founded in 649. His next stop was the 11th-century monastery at Solesmes, famous for its Gregorian chant. He then visited La Grande Trappe, distinct for its strict austerity and total silence. That ambiguous experience made him wonder how a psychiatrist would parse the "manhandling of the delicate machinery of the psyche which these [Trappist] struggles involve." The book ends at the abandoned ruins of the rock-carved monasteries in Turkey.
When Fermor climbed the hill to the gate of St. Wandrille "unknown and unannounced," he was merely looking for a quiet place to write. A monk welcomed him, grabbed his bags, and showed him to his quarters: "Here is your cell." Fermor then describes his shock at the "staggering differences" he discovered between life inside the monastery and outside in the world. As Karen Armstrong writes in her introduction to the book, "the monastery represented another world, one that entirely and deliberately reversed the norms of secular life."
In the popular imagination, monasteries are gloomy places of misanthropic austerity. Armstrong notes that some people even take offense at how monasticism challenges so much of what the world values. "Instead of seeking wealth, comfort, and material success, monks opt for poverty and do not even own their own toothbrushes. Their voluntary celibacy and renunciation of intimacy seem to violate basic human instincts. And they give up their freedom and personal autonomy, vowing obedience to their superiors in a way that is repugnant to the independent ethos of modernity."
This fundamental reversal of worldly values made Fermor's first days at St. Wandrille's difficult. He experienced intense loneliness, depression, and insomnia. But before long, the hospitality of the monks and the rhythm of their liturgical life made a profound impact on this self-described giaour or unbeliever. By the end of his memoir the paradox was complete. Adapting to the monastic life was hard, but returning to the vulgarity of the world, writes Fermor, was "ten times worse."
In the gospel for this week, Jesus tells his disciples that he must suffer many things, be rejected by the religious establishment, and eventually be killed. "He spoke plainly about this," writes Mark. Peter did what any person acting in the normal ways of the world would have done; he tried to dissuade Jesus from the way of suffering and death. But Jesus rebuked him with the harshest of language: "Out of my sight, Satan! You do not have in mind the things of God, but the things of men."
Jesus wasn't obsessed with some masochistic mission. Rather, he embodied like no other person before or after him the mysterious truth that had shocked Fermor in his monastery visits: "Whoever wants to save his life will lose it, but whoever loses his life for me and the gospel will save it. What good is it for a person to gain the whole world, yet forfeit his soul?"
In our Lenten disciplines we're not trying to earn God's favor. That's impossible and, more importantly, unnecessary. We're not even trying to improve our moral character. The epistle for this week from Romans 4, which is Paul's commentary on the Genesis 17 reading about Abraham, reminds us that all life from God is pure gift and grace. You couldn't earn it even if you were foolish enough to try. The God of Abraham promises him a progeny long after his age would allow it. For Abraham and Sarah long ago, and for us today, God "calls those things that do not exist into existence."
Instead of works-righteousness or self-reformation, during Lent we make choices that enhance and enrich true life. We're reminded that we can accept or reject God's gifts, cultivate them or ignore them. With our Lenten disciplines, like Fermor we discover where and how life in God's kingdom differs so drastically from life in the world.
We explore, for example, how self-sacrifice gives life and how self-indulgence is a will to death. Or we might meditate on the paradoxes of the Peace Prayer, that "it is in giving that we receive; It is in pardoning that we are pardoned; It is in self-forgetting that we find; And it is in dying to ourselves that we are born to eternal life."
A reader from Vermont sent me the poem Immersion by Denise Levertov (1923–1997). Along with Fermor's little book, it reminds me that at Lent God speaks and acts in ways that are different from the ways of the world, and different from what I might expect or notice if I don't pay careful attention.
There is anger abroad in the world, a numb thunder,
because of God's silence. But how naive,
to keep wanting words we could speak ourselves,
English, Urdu, Tagalog, the French of Tours,
the French of Haiti.
Yes, that was one way omnipotence chose
to address us-Hebrew, Aramaic, or whatever the patriarchs
chose in their turn to call what they heard. Moses
demanded the word, spoken and written. But perfect freedom
assured other ways of speech. God is surely
patiently trying to immerse us in a different language,
events of grace, horrifying scrolls of history
and the unearned retrieval of blessings lost for ever,
the poor grass returning after drought, timid, persistent.
God's abstention is only from human dialects. The holy voice
utters its woe and glory in myriad musics, in signs and portents.
Our own words are for us to speak, a way to ask and to answer.
Lent is a liberating reminder that I'm not stuck. Because God speaks in new voices, in different languages, and in unexpected ways, change can come. Renewal is possible. And in the ultimate Christian mystery that awaits us a few Sundays from now, even physical death leads to resurrection life.
For further reflection
For two marvelous films about monastic life, see our JwJ reviews of Into Great Silence (2005), about the Monastery Grand Chartreuse that was founded high in the French Alps in 1049. Then there's Of Gods and Men (2010), a story about eight monks in a remote village of Algeria, which won the Grand Jury Prize at Cannes and was nominated for 11 Césars (the French equivalent of the Oscars).
Weekly Prayer
From Thomas Hopko, The Lenten Spring (Crestwood, NY: St. Vladimir's Press, 1983), p. 90:
You manifested humility, O Christ,
as the way of genuine nobility
by emptying Yourself and taking the form of a slave.
You did not hear the self-praising prayers of the Pharisee,
but you received the broken sighs of the publican as a blameless sacrifice.
Therefore I cry out to you:
"Have mercy on me, O God, have mercy on me,
and save me, O Savior."
Dan Clendenin: dan@journeywithjesus.net
