…so to speak.
Today was Matthew 22:34-46. I was visiting St. Mary's in Ardmore, PA, the parish that welcomed me when I timidly came back to church in 2002-2003, for today's service. Lovely red doors, the embrace of the stone and stained glass nave. A sort of homecoming, with apologies to the other U2 fans reading here.
The first half of this gospel passage is one that still echoes in my head in the Rev. Dr. Boston Lackey Jr.'s voice, rendered in the high archaic language of the Rite I penitential order:
Hear what our Lord Jesus Christ saith:
Thou shalt love the Lord thy God with all thy heart, and with all thy soul, and with all thy mind. This is the first and great commandment. And the second is like unto it: Thou shalt love thy neighbor as thyself. On these two commandments hang all the Law and the Prophets.
Fr. Tim mentioned that he “felt sorry for all the lawyers” that Jesus used to wail on back in the day, and you couldn't help but laugh at the irony. No one feels sorry for lawyers right? Except in this very passage we are commanded to feel compassion for even the lawyers. It's that kind of love: compassion. The Buddha taught a great deal about compassion and how great a role compassion can play in ending suffering. I am beginning to understand how the Buddha taught me to overcome personal suffering, and now, with Jesus, I walk on the path on easing societal suffering. And yet there are so many parallels to each path, that I now feel comfortable jumping back and forth between them, while always remaining on both!
In the meantime, this important passage is one of the foundation verses in progressive Christianity. Love is a problematic word for me. It's thrown up all manner of attachments–and still does, I'm still human–which lead to Dukkha. The idea of loving EVERYONE is anathema to the sacrosanctity of my close relationships. Or is it? We've talked in past entries about how we perceive our varying degrees of love, but for some reason, today I was catapulted back to when DFH and I were first wrestling with our nascent feelings for each other, and I blurted it out impulsively (how sacrosanct is that?) and he doled it out very carefully. But what he said to me that evening was very important to what grounds our relationship: Love is acceptance. We didn't know each other very well when we'd first started dating, and we'd both had plenty of experience with meeting people and feeling that semi-magical “I've known you forever” feeling. So we went headlong down this love road with a hefty roster of exceptions, footnotes, and codicils. Not conditions, but certainly legal protections.
And we've tested each other on that acceptance. His financial responsibilities have left him little to contribute to the common cause, for instance. And I became consumed with the desire to find a home parish again in June to act on a call that I don't recall perceiving. We've had a number of bumps in the road along the way that often arise from my own stuckness, at times. We all get stuck.
But when I get stuck, I think of the great commandment and the second that is like unto it. When I feel disappointed or annoyed, I don't think of ridding myself of the attachment that is causing me suffering–as the Buddha taught me–but instead, think to put myself in the other party's shoes. And even if I'm totally convinced that my cause is justified or righteous, I don't think about it in those terms when I'm trying to communicate how I feel. Instead, I try to convey the truth that's in my heart so that the other party can put themselves into my shoes, and then we're on some fair negotiating territory. And both of us can apologize.
Loving God, loving yourself, loving your neighbor–a triune responsibility, each important. What of this? By loving God, I learned to love myself, I learned to love others. Not the love that I'd been conditioned to crave my entire life, but something else. Something again with many parts, many colors, many facets that shine in our hearts. And who taught me these things? Humans.
For teaching me romance, I give thanks to Justin.
For teaching me acceptance, I give thanks to DFH.
For teaching me caring, I give thanks to my dear friends in Philadelphia.
For teaching me forgiveness, I give thanks to my therapists.
For teaching me humility, I give thanks to ex-Tim.
For teaching me generosity, I give thanks to Ramon.
For teaching me nurturing, I give thanks to Julia.
For teaching me listening, I give thanks to Lin.
For teaching me respect, I give thanks to my grandmother, Emily.
For teaching me openness, I give thanks to the Buddha.
For teaching me love, once I finally stopped to listen, I give thanks to Jesus.
I know there are others I need to thank. And there will be more to come. As I move into a fuller, deeper relationship with God, it becomes more important for me to find the points where all this love (short of romance, and eros with it) belongs to all my fellow beings. Compassion, to the Lord Buddha. Love, to the Lord Christ. I'm starting to research our Christian responsibility as environmental stewardship in Chapter One of my journey to discover how radical grace intersects with progressive political causes. That journey will bring me before many, many teachers, some wise and experienced, and some young and inquisitive.
And for giving me all these wonderful teachers, I give thanks to God.
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