You do not need to know precisely what is happening
or exactly where it is all going.
What you need is
to recognize the possibilities and challenges
offered by the present moment and
to embrace them with courage, faith, and hope.
The monk does not exist for the sake of obligation; the obligation exists for the sake of the monk.
Duties and obligations are merely the signposts which point out the road to some ultimate end in which our whole nature and its capacities are fulfilled.
But do you imagine that if you become as prosperous as the United States you will no longer have needs? Here the needs are even greater. Full bellies have not brought peace and satisfaction but dementia, and in any case not all the bellies are full either. But the dementia is the same for all.
Thomas Merton, first draft of Day of a Stranger
Day of a Stranger was written in response to a request from a South American editor who asked Merton to describe a typical day. Some of it feels like stream-of-consciousness writing, but he pulls dementia into his thoughts on poverty and prosperity.
Dementia is indeed wealth blind.
Dad feeding Mom while I-Can-Do-It Mary watches.
My mother’s wealth, even in her dementia, was the constancy of my father. He visited my mother twice a day every day. I never saw any family visit I-Can-Do-It Mary.
God is not fully known when He is only “known” by the understanding.
He is best known by us when He takes possession of our whole being and unites us to Himself.
Thomas Merton, Bread in the Wilderness
It is the “great mystery of Godliness” which occupies him (Saint Bernard) before all else.
What is that mystery?
Not an idea, not a doctrine, but a Person: God Himself, revealed in the Man, Christ.
How is this doctrine understood?
When the Person is known.
How is He known?
When loved.
How loved?
When He lives in us and is Himself our love for His Father.
Loving the Father in us, He makes us one with the Father as He Himself is.
To give the quote context, here’s the whole paragraph from a chapter called Ash Wednesday:
In some monastic communities, monks go up to receive the ashes barefoot. Going barefoot is a joyous thing. It is good to feel the floor or the earth under your feet. It is good when the whole church is silent, filled with the hush of men walking without shoes. One wonders why we wear such things as shoes anyway. Prayer is so much more meaningful without them. It would be good to take them off in church all the time. But perhaps this might appear quixotic to those who have forgotten such very elementary satisfaction. Someone might catch cold at the mere thought of it — so let’s return to liturgy.
Who can resist a bare baby foot?Summer is for bare feet
In the spring of 2012, my father’s home insurance company sent an inspector. As a result, the insurance company required two changes: part of the roof needed to be replaced and two trees needed to come down, one of them being the tree shown above.
The roof and the treeStanding tall though stripped of its gloryMay 2018 — the stump
“I am sorry,” sighed the tree.
I wish that I could
give you something…
But I have nothing left.
I am just an old stump.
I am sorry…”
Shel Silverstein, The Giving Tree
The flowers around (and on) the stump — August 2018
Well, an old stump is good for a garden.
Come, plant flowers and enjoy.
A purple coneflower gives glory to God by being a purple coneflower and a petunia gives glory to God by being a petunia.