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Sunday, 24 December 2017
Tuesday, 19 December 2017
Confession Blog - Catholic Herald
Dear All,
Please find below a link to an interview regarding confession on the Catholic Herald. It may enhance your preparations for Christmas!
best wishes
Peter
Monday, 18 December 2017
Book Review: Mysticism in the Golden Age of Spain, 1500- 1650, Bernard McGinn
Mysticism in the Golden Age of Spain,
1500- 1650. (The Presence of God, Volume 6, A History of Western Christian
Mysticism)
Author: Bernard McGinn
Date: 2017
Publisher: Herder and Herder: Crossroad
ISBN: 9780824500900
pp. 478, hbk
We
live in a Golden Age of writing on Christian mysticism. McGinn’s own monumental
and era-defining study now sails triumphantly into Spain’s own Golden Age and
his galleon delivers us a wealth of riches to admire. From its origins in the
‘Spiritual Exercises’ of Abbot García de Cisneros in the fastnesses of the
Abbey of Montserrat in Catalonia to the quarrelsome but brilliant Fray Luis de
Léon, the professor of Hebrew at Salamanca University arrested for his
controversial translation of the Song of Songs, the book takes us on an
incredible and dazzling journey through this incomparable era of mystical
writing. Thus, as well as the titans of the era, Ss. Teresa of Avila, John of
the Cross and Ignatius of Loyola, we are introduced to a host of unfamiliar mystics,
saints and seers who populate this fabled time and place. We hear of the early
visionary and mystic, Juana de la Cruz (1481 – 1534) who ran away from home at
the age of fifteen disguised a a man in order to join a community of Franciscan
holy women. Here she became a local celebrity famed for her sermons which will
seem rather provocative to 21st Century sensibilities. Then there is
the controversial figure of María de Jesús de Agreda (1602 – 1665) who had the
remarkable ability of bi-locating between Spain and her transatlantic missions
in New Mexico. I shall be praying to her from now on whenever I get on a Virgin
Airways flight. As well as navigating us skillfully and tactfully through this
colourful collection of characters McGinn presents us with thoughtful and
arresting surveys of the life and works of the major players of the period.
There is very little secondary literature on the great saints that is not
thoughtfully assessed, weighed and incorporated into three fascinating central
chapters that summarise the state of play with regards to contemporary
scholarship on these key figures of Western mysticism. For any serious student
of Spanish mysticism this book will become a must-have. We have to go back to
Edgar Allison Peers’ three volume ‘Studies of the Spanish Mystics’, published
in the middle of the twentieth century, to find anything comparable, and in
many ways McGinn’s work will now supersede that masterpiece. Indeed, there is
very little to compare with McGinn’s magnum
opus. Now into the seventh volume, there are three more projected to come.
In the present volume we already have signs of the ‘Crisis of Mysticism’ that
will come with the Quietist affair of the seventeenth century and we await
these last volumes with anticipation. In the meantime we pray for Professor
McGinn’s continuing good health so that the final ships of his fleet may be
brought safely into harbour.
Thursday, 14 December 2017
'A Scent of the Divine' - Happy Feast Day of St John of the Cross!
Happy Feast Day of St John of the Cross!
Born on the feast day of St John the Baptist, like his name-saint, Juan de la Cruz points us towards the Christ-child and the approaching Joy of Christmas, often whilst standing in the darkness. But don't forget he also called his night 'more lovely than the dawn'. In the passage below, from my recently published book 'Confession: The Healing of the Soul', I concentrate on the mysterious passage in 'The Living Flame of Love', his last poem, in which the saint urges us to seek out, like a truffle hound, the sharp scent of the rastro of God in the frosty early morning air. Rastro is the scent or spoor left by a wild animal during the night. We know a fox or boar has been in our gardens the night before but we do not see it - all we are left with is the 'trace of the Divine'. An earthy metaphor for a saint often accused of being too other-worldly. So, as Christmas approaches, let us follow the 'scent of the Divine' which will, he assures us, lead us to the Christ-child.
Born on the feast day of St John the Baptist, like his name-saint, Juan de la Cruz points us towards the Christ-child and the approaching Joy of Christmas, often whilst standing in the darkness. But don't forget he also called his night 'more lovely than the dawn'. In the passage below, from my recently published book 'Confession: The Healing of the Soul', I concentrate on the mysterious passage in 'The Living Flame of Love', his last poem, in which the saint urges us to seek out, like a truffle hound, the sharp scent of the rastro of God in the frosty early morning air. Rastro is the scent or spoor left by a wild animal during the night. We know a fox or boar has been in our gardens the night before but we do not see it - all we are left with is the 'trace of the Divine'. An earthy metaphor for a saint often accused of being too other-worldly. So, as Christmas approaches, let us follow the 'scent of the Divine' which will, he assures us, lead us to the Christ-child.
Confessions
of Fire - St John of the Cross
Flame,
alive, compelling,
yet tender past all telling,
reaching the secret center of my soul!
Since now evasion’s over,
finish your work, my Lover,
break the last thread,
wound me and make me whole!
yet tender past all telling,
reaching the secret center of my soul!
Since now evasion’s over,
finish your work, my Lover,
break the last thread,
wound me and make me whole!
Burn
that is for my healing!
Wound of delight past feeling!
Ah, gentle hand whose touch is a caress,
foretaste of heaven conveying
and every debt repaying:
slaying, you give me life for death’s distress.
Wound of delight past feeling!
Ah, gentle hand whose touch is a caress,
foretaste of heaven conveying
and every debt repaying:
slaying, you give me life for death’s distress.
O
lamps of fire bright-burning
with splendid brilliance, turning
deep caverns of my soul to pools of light!
Once shadowed, dim, unknowing,
now their strange new-found glowing
gives warmth and radiance for my Love’s delight.
with splendid brilliance, turning
deep caverns of my soul to pools of light!
Once shadowed, dim, unknowing,
now their strange new-found glowing
gives warmth and radiance for my Love’s delight.
Ah,
gentle and so loving
you wake within me, proving
that you are there in secret, all alone;
your fragrant breathing stills me
your grace, your glory fills me
so tenderly your love becomes my own.[1]
you wake within me, proving
that you are there in secret, all alone;
your fragrant breathing stills me
your grace, your glory fills me
so tenderly your love becomes my own.[1]
Prologue: A Trace of the Divine
I have felt somewhat
reluctant, most noble and devout lady, to explain these four stanzas, as you asked, since they deal with such
interior and spiritual matters, for which
communication language normally fails (as
spirit transcends sense) and I
consequently find it difficult to say anything of
substance on the matter. Also, it is difficult to speak well of the intimate depths of the spirit (entrañas del espíritu, literally
‘entrails of the spirit’) if one
doesn’t inhabit those depths oneself. And as I have not much done that up to now I have delayed writing about these matters. But now the Lord has appeared to grant me a
little knowledge and given me a
little fire... I feel encouraged knowing for certain that by my own power I can say little of value,
especially regarding such sublime and important
matters. (LF: Prol.1)
So begins the commentary by St John of the Cross on his last, and
possibly greatest, poem, The Living Flame
of Love. The poem probably written sometime between May 1585 and April 1587
(according to the testimony of Juan Evangelista he only took a fortnight to
write it) whilst he was Prior of the Convent of Los Martires in Granada under the shadow of the magnificent Sierra
Nevada and Alhambra Palace.[2]
The preamble to his explanation above resembles the prologue to the last work
of his equally famous co-worker and spiritual associate, St Teresa of Avila.
John had arrived in Granada in 1582, the year of Teresa’s death, and I don’t
think it is too fanciful to suggest that in this, his last great poem, he
recalls the indomitable spirit of the great Teresa whose shade often hovers
over the pages. For had she now not reached the place of bliss of which they
had both spoken during their long and eventful collaboration together?
At this point of entry to the transcendent he declares that:
There is a certain “I
don’t know what” which is felt yet remains to be said, a thing which is known but remains to be described, a
trace of the divine discovered by the
soul which God has left to track Him down... (CA
7.9)
It is as if having entered the Grail Castle only poetry will now suffice
to convey what is happening. Using the language and imagery of the hunt John
speaks of a divine trace or scent (un
subido rastro que se descubre al alma de Dios quedándose por rastrear)
which we have caught on the early morning air – this alone ( the ‘I-don’t-know-what’) will lead us to the Divine. It
is, as he continues, ‘a love that wounds the soul,’ an outstanding experience
that really cannot be put into words. It is Abhishiktananda’s ‘Grail’
experienced outside the bus station of Rishikesh, it is Wittgenstein’s fire of
longing felt in the lonely dark nights of Norway:
One of the outstanding
favours God grants briefly in this life is an understanding
and experience of Himself so lucid and lofty as to make one know clearly that He cannot be completely understood or experienced. (CA: 7.9)
John’s Living Flame is thus
his final confession and testament as he goes ‘gently into that good night.’ A
testimonial made not to a Priest or Bishop, or even a Discalced Friar, but to a
simple ‘unlettered’ lay woman – Doña Ana del Mercado y Peñalosa. Born in
Segovia, to which she would return with John to found his convent there, she
was at this time widowed and living in Granada with her brother. John’s final testament is made to a woman,
and it is to a woman’s heart that he confides his last attempts at spiritual
writing.
[1]St John of the
Cross, The Living Flame of Love, translated by Marjorie Flower, OCD: The Poems of St. John
of the Cross, incorporating adaptations by Fr Iain Matthew OCD:
¡Oh llama de amor viva
que tiernamente hieres
de mi alma en el más profundo centro!
Pues ya no eres esquiva
acaba ya si quieres,
¡rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro!
que tiernamente hieres
de mi alma en el más profundo centro!
Pues ya no eres esquiva
acaba ya si quieres,
¡rompe la tela de este dulce encuentro!
¡Oh cauterio süave!
¡Oh regalada llaga!
¡Oh mano blanda! ¡Oh toque delicado
que a vida eterna sabe
y toda deuda paga!
Matando, muerte en vida has trocado.
¡Oh regalada llaga!
¡Oh mano blanda! ¡Oh toque delicado
que a vida eterna sabe
y toda deuda paga!
Matando, muerte en vida has trocado.
¡Oh lámparas de fuego
en cuyos resplandores
las profundas cavernas del sentido,
que estaba oscuro y ciego,
con estraños primores
color y luz dan junto a su querido!
en cuyos resplandores
las profundas cavernas del sentido,
que estaba oscuro y ciego,
con estraños primores
color y luz dan junto a su querido!
¡Cuán manso y amoroso
recuerdas en mi seno
donde secretamente solo moras,
y en tu aspirar sabroso
de bien y gloria lleno,
cuán delicadamente me enamoras!
recuerdas en mi seno
donde secretamente solo moras,
y en tu aspirar sabroso
de bien y gloria lleno,
cuán delicadamente me enamoras!
[2]
For more on the chronology and background of John’s poems see Tyler 2010. For
both Teresa and John I will use the BAC Spanish edition of their writings and
the Kavanaugh and Rodriguez translations modified where necessary. See
bibliography for more details and abbreviations of texts used.
Monday, 20 November 2017
Book Review: Living with the Mind of Christ: Mindfulness in Christian Spirituality. Stefan Reynolds
This,
the first book from Stefan Reynolds, is an accessible account of the modern
mindfulness phenomenon and its relationship to the Christian mystical
tradition. Stefan Reynolds is very well placed to undertake this survey having
not only completed a doctorate on the Cloud
of Unknowing but spent some time studying with the late Bede Griffiths OSB
at his ashram in Tamil Nadu – Shantivanam.
Reynolds begins his task by setting before us the biblical roots of Christian
contemplation by reviewing the biblical passages pertaining to the ‘mind of
Christ’ – or as he transposes it – ‘the mind(fulness) of Christ’. He is happy
to go beyond the canonical Gospels to the apocryphal Gospel of Thomas to
support his argument that mindfulness and attentiveness are integral to the
Gospel message. From here he moves to the modern mindfulness movement reviewing
its development in recent decades, especially its clinical aspects. From this
he makes an appeal for a more inclusive Christianity that will embrace Christ’s
maxim that he is the Way, Truth and Life for all people. From this analysis
Reynolds asks the question ‘whether, alongside Buddhism and secular humanism,
Christianity can also serve as a broadening and deepening context for
mindfulness?’ (p.53). His answer, as demonstrated in the remainder of the book,
is ‘Yes’ and for him this is found in the ‘Christian mystical tradition’. Thus,
for the rest of the book we have a review of this tradition showing how the
various ‘mystics’ reflect the modern concerns of mindfulness, including a host
of luminaries from the Danish philosopher, Søren Kierkegaard, to the early
Desert Fathers and Mothers. In reviewing this latter tradition the author
translates the key term apatheia as
‘mindful attention’ which ‘establishes health in the parts of the soul that deal
with anger and desire’ (p. 84). From here we move to St Augustine and his Confessions where, in Chapter 11of
which, Reynolds finds ‘the samatha aspect
of mindfulness’ (p.99). However sense-awareness, Reynolds stresses, remains a
‘lower capacity for the mind’ in Augustine which cannot lead to knowledge or
contemplation. From Augustine we move to Eckhart and the Cloud where again Reynolds contrasts their respective approaches
to contemplation with the work of contemporary mindfulness exercises. Throughout Reynolds is keen to impress the
dictum of the late John Main OSB that ‘the journey of prayer is simply to find
a way to open our human consciousness to (Christ’s) human consciousness, and to
become, on that way, fully conscious ourselves’ (p. 129) assisted by the use of
a prayer-word or mantra as advocated by the group inspired by Main: the World
Community for Christian Meditation. Despite his desire to show parallels
between the various traditions: Buddhist, Christian and contemporary
mindfulness, Reynolds also acknowledges the pitfalls in such syncretism by
stressing that mindfulness, in many respects, fails to address what he calls ‘the
deeper motivational resources’ that lie at the heart of established religions,
especially when it comes to aspects of social action and having a socially-minded
ethic. Here, he says is ‘where religions can give resources for the on-going
journey’ whilst ‘mindfulness practice can help religions to find their
contemplative centre again, to bring religion back to its senses’ (p. 173). Reynolds
vision, then, is essentially optimistic, where the dynamo of mindfulness will
invigorate and restore a new purpose and drive to the sometimes moribund forms
of contemporary religion. Readers may disagree, but I think he presents his argument
cogently and with passion. His book, well written and scholarly, will certainly
appeal to anyone wanting to know more about the contemporary practice of
mindfulness, its place within Buddhism and its relationship to the Christian
tradition.
Thursday, 1 June 2017
Come Holy Spirit!
‘Suddenly from Heaven there came a sound like
the rush of a violent wind and it filled the entire house’
Acts
2:2
Thoughts
from India
Dear All,
It is good to be back
from India where I had a wonderful time thanks to the kindness of my friends
there. Here are some thoughts to prepare us for the great Feast of Pentecost
inspired by my time there.
The
ashram where I was staying in the
Himalayas had been started by Vandana Mataji, a
co-worker of the French Benedictine, Henri Le Saux. Born in 1910 to a poor
Breton family, Le Saux had a long interest in India and Indian spirituality
joining at an early age the minor seminary at Châteaugiron in 1921 before
entering the Benedictine order at the Abbey of Sainte-Anne de Kergonan in 1929.
In 1948 he sailed to India to begin a monastic community with his fellow French
priest, Jules Monchanin, their aim being to live the ancient Western monastic
life within the frame and ambit of classical Indian ideas, philosophy and
spiritual practice. The monastery they founded, normally called Shantivanam (The Forest of Peace),
survived their passing and today flourishes, however while they both lived
there it largely remained (as both priests liked it) a quiet and empty hermitage.
Both priests began wearing the kavi
of the Hindu renouncer in the 1950s at which time Henri le Saux took the name
Abishikteśvarānda
(throughout this article I have used the normal English version of his name,
Swami Abhishiktananda, omitting the diacritics). In 1968, Swami Abhishiktananda
decided to head north to the source of the Ganges where he spent the final
years of his life alternating between a small hermitage he had built there and
seeking to convey his message to a new generation of seekers to India.
Still controversial today after his
death in 1973 there are elements in his life and writings that pre-empt our
twenty-first century concerns in a prophetic fashion. A few days after my
return to England we suffered the horrendous attack on the Manchester Arena.
Watching the groups of mourning, distressed and disconsolate folk in that proud
city I was reminded once again of the Swami’s message: that we must open up to
the new possibilities that are now arising. Accordingly in this article I would
like to concentrate on a key aspect of the Swami’s teaching: that we are now
being called by the Risen Christ to a new awakening and the instrument for that
call will, certainly, be the ‘vent de l’esprit’.
The Trinitarian Nature of Christian Prayer
In her wisdom the
Church presents us with a wonderful series of mysteries to contemplate week by
week as we proceed through the church year, beginning with the Annunciation,
passing through the mysteries of the Incarnation, the call to Christ’s ministry
and suffering leading to his Crucifixion and Resurrection. Now we are led at
this climax of Easter to the Ascension and the Descent of the Holy Spirit. All
this culminates in the great feast of the Trinity which we celebrate shortly.
For, as the church reminds us, we cannot think of Christian life, Christian
vocation, Christian action or indeed Christian prayer outside the Trinitarian
perspective. As St Paul puts it in the Letter to the Romans (8: 26 – 29):
The
spirit participates in our weakness for we do not know how to pray as we
should,
But
that very Spirit supplicates on our behalf with unutterable groanings.
And
the Father who searches the heart knows the mind of the Spirit,
Because
the Spirit intercedes for the saints according to God.
We
know that in all things God works for good for those who love God
And
they are called according to God’s purpose.
And
for those whom he knew long ago
He
also destined that they be conformed to the Ikon of his Son
So
that He would be the first-born of a large family.
The passage is truly
wonderful as we realise that our Christian prayer is caught up in the
‘conversation’ between the Father and Son by the Spirit, even if we have no
idea what our ‘groanings’ are going to accomplish. The inevitable consequence
of being caught up in this conversation is that we are initiated into ‘the large
family’, the Church, to which we are destined by virtue of our baptism. Thus,
for Abhishiktananda ‘the Church is essentially a spiritual reality and the
Christian religion is, first of all, a living experience in the Spirit’ (Renewal of the Indian Church: 1).
Therefore, he continues, Christian life must
be lived at the level of the Spirit, if we do not allow the Spirit into our
prayers and lives we are not really acting as Christians. The Gospel writers
talk of Christ as the lodestone of the psyche (or soul) that leads to the
Spirit – the pneuma. Christ, as it
were, produces, an ethical field that surrounds our thoughts and souls, so that
the psyche now has a moral or ethical
life. By focussing our lives on Christ, they suggest, we will be led to the
Spirit. Contemplation in the Christian tradition is thus not something that focuses
on attaining esoteric inner states through self-absorption, but rather it is
the process that leads the soul (the
psyche) to the Spirit – the pneuma:
‘Those who try to make their psyche
secure will lose it, but those who lose their psyche will keep it’ (Lk
17.33 see also Matt 16.25, Mk 8.35 and Lk 9.24).
This
then colours how we view contemplation in the Christian tradition. As
Abhishiktananda puts it: ‘by contemplation we do not refer simply to a life of
habitual separation from the world and its lawful activities, that is to the
acosmic life of the monk or hermit’ (Renewal
of the Indian Church: 5). Christian contemplation is not a withdrawal from
the world but a call to re-engage with the world, but, and here is the rub,
with the Spirit at the centre of our activity. What St Ignatius called
‘becoming a contemplative in action’. In a letter to Antonio
Brandao written in 1551outlining how he saw the balance of prayer and work in the
life of his Jesuit scholastics, he gave a list of practical activities wherein
they can find God, concluding the letter by stating that: ‘this kind of
meditation – finding God our Lord in everything – is easier than lifting
ourselves up and laboriously making ourselves present to abstract divine
realities. Moreover, by making us properly disposed, this excellent exercise
will bring great visitations of our Lord even in short prayers’ (Letters of St
Ignatius in Ganss: 353). As this passage reveals, action and contemplation are
for Ignatius two sides of the same coin and one cannot develop mystical pieties
without at the same time developing a life of Christian action in the world.
Over-emphasis on the latter has sometimes led to downplaying the former.
So
therefore as we contemplate these great mysteries of Pentecost let us remember
that the descent of the Spirit reminds us of our essential Trinitarian nature:
rooted in Christ we look both to the Father in Heaven as well as to our fellow
suffering humans on earth. We all live in what Abhishiktananda called ‘the cave
of the heart’ but we also extend our hand of service to suffering humanity in
the tears and bloodshed of bombs, death and civil strife. For contemplation is
‘the constant attention to the mystery which we are, by nature and grace, in
the deepest recesses of our own spirit’ (Renewal of the Indian Church p.6).
Edith Stein, the great Carmelite martyr of Auschwitz, reminded us that we sit
with the ‘God-man’, Jesus Christ, on the axis of the infinite spirit and finite
suffering flesh. Let us remember this constantly in the coming days of what the
Orthodox call ‘The Bright Week’ – recalling our birth-rite in the Spirit and
our duty to our fellow suffering humanity.
Come
Holy Spirit!
Bringing
from Heaven
The
radiance of your light.
Come
Father of the Poor
Come
giver of all gifts
Come
light of our hearts!
Tuesday, 18 April 2017
Wednesday, 12 April 2017
Contemplation to Give Love - Mindful Contemplation for Easter
Happy Easter!
I am presently working on a series of meditations that combine mindfulness with the Christian contemplative tradition. Here is the 'Contemplation to Give Love' which I hope you might enjoy exercising over the Easter period.
God Bless
Peter
St Ignatius of Loyola
ends his Spiritual Exercises with an
ecstatic ‘Contemplation to Attain Love’. Here is a part of it:
I recall the gifts I have received, my creation,
redemption and other gifts particular to myself , I will ponder with deep
affection how much God our Lord has done for me, and how much he has given
me...
I see how God dwells in all creatures, in the
elements, giving them being, in the plants, in the animals – feeling in them,
in humans giving them to understanding and so in me, giving me being, animating
me, giving me feeling and
understanding...
I will speak as one making an offering with deep
affection: ‘Take, Lord, and receive, all my liberty, my memory, my
understanding and all my will – all that I have and possess... Give me only
your love and your grace that is sufficient for me. (Exx 234 - 235)
In a similar spirit I
usually end a retreat or set of exercises with a group with a ‘Contemplation to
Give Love’. Here it is:
Again, take the usual
time to prepare yourself for the exercise. Make yourself comfortable – feet on
the ground, bottom on the seat/floor, back straight. As before spend some time
with the breathing and body exercises we have already done. Now, as in a
previous exercise move your awareness to the heart centre. As before notice the
feeling there and invite Jesus to bring his healing touch there. Feel the warm
hand of Christ on your heart giving you the love you need at this moment. When
you are ready I now want you to transfer that love to those around you. It may
be people in your house or the room or it may be a close friend or family
member. Picture that person in your mind’s eye and give them the love and
healing touch that you have received from Christ. Wish them all good things and
that they will find the peace they are looking for. Now I want you to extend
that love and warm energy to all your family and friends. Bring each of them in
turn into your mind’s eye and transfer that love energy to them, wishing them
all the best for their journey through life. Now I want you to give that love
energy to all your work colleagues, to those who live near you and those you
may have met today. Again, picture them before you – whether you actually like
them or not – and transfer this loving-kindness to them. Pray that they may
prosper and have a good and fulfilling life. If at this point you recall
someone to whom you have difficulty transferring this love stay with them a
while and if necessary ask Jesus to come and help you.
Now I want you to transfer this love
energy to all in your city, town or region. Again contemplate all these people –
some being born today, some dying, some ill and sick, some just married or
newly engaged. Those in happiness, those in despair – equally alike transfer
this loving-kindness to them, this heart-energy that they will find the peace
they are looking for.
Now I want you to transfer this love
across the world. In particular bring before your mind all those trouble-spots
in the world that you hear about on the TV and radio. Bring those who are at
war, who suffer in conflict, who have lost loved ones into your
loving-kindness. Bring the leaders – religious and civic – into your
concentration as you give your loving heart energy to them. Again, evoke the
name of Jesus to be with them now in their hour of difficulty.
Now transfer the energy to all the
animals and plants that surround you at this moment – the birds, insects,
creatures and animals in your neighbourhood. Like St Ignatius thank God for
their being and transfer to them all loving-kindness for their peace and
contentment.
Finally, like the saint, transfer this
love to all the created elements around you. Thank God for the mystery of this
fragile planet and pass the loving-kindness to the greater mysteries of God’s
love dwelling in all created elements.
Finish the exercise with a short
prayer of thanksgiving before opening your eyes again.
Wednesday, 29 March 2017
Lent Day of Reflection: 'Living with the Mystics - St Ignatius of Loyola', St Nicholas Church, Guildford, Saturday 1st April
Dear All,
I am delighted to be visiting Guildford this Saturday to lead a day of Lent reflection with the World Community for Christian Meditation looking at the life and writings of St Ignatius Loyola. All welcome!
Peter
I am delighted to be visiting Guildford this Saturday to lead a day of Lent reflection with the World Community for Christian Meditation looking at the life and writings of St Ignatius Loyola. All welcome!
Peter
A Study Day to explore
Peter is
Professor of Pastoral Theology and Spirituality at St Mary's University,
Twickenham, a UKCP registered psychotherapist, and Director of St Mary's
research centre InSpiRe. His books cover many subjects including psychotherapy
and spiritual direction, Christian spirituality and the mystical tradition.
St Ignatius of Loyola (1491-1556) was a Spanish priest and
theologian, who founded the religious order called the Society of Jesus
(Jesuits). Often viewed as the military genius behind the Jesuits, recent
research has revealed the mystical side of Inigo Lopez de Loyola, better known
as St Ignatius of Loyola. In our day together we shall draw upon this research
to understand the mystical dimension of Ignatian spirituality.
'Take, Lord, and receive all my
liberty, memory,
understanding, and my entire will. To Thee, O Lord, I
return it... Give me Thy love and Thy grace,
for this is sufficient for me.'
understanding, and my entire will. To Thee, O Lord, I
return it... Give me Thy love and Thy grace,
for this is sufficient for me.'
*
Open to all
*
Bring your own lunch - tea & coffee provided from 10am
*
No charge - suggested donation £10
For more information
please call Ray or Vicky Lamb on 01252 705064
or contact St Nicolas' Parish Office (parishoffice@saintnics.com) 01483 564 526
or contact St Nicolas' Parish Office (parishoffice@saintnics.com) 01483 564 526
Friday, 17 March 2017
A Little Celtic Gift for St Patrick's Day...
Happy St Patrick's Day! Especially to all my Irish and Celtic descendent readers. Attached an extract from my new book about the great Celtic gift to the world - Confession!
Love
Peter
From
the 6th century onwards, for reasons which commentators find hard to
explain, in the Celtic lands of Britain and Ireland a new form of penance and
confession arose.[1]
Various commentators have presented theories as to why from this period onwards
individual personalised confession and absolution took hold amongst these
peoples. As Dallen points out, however, there were significant differences
between monastic confession as it arose in the British Isles during these early
centuries and what would later be accepted by the Western Church at the Fourth
Lateran Council as the universal practice of personal confession. Both held in
common that there was a ‘tariff’ by which the ‘amount of sin’ could be measured
out and penance given. However the Celts had no ritual in their system to mark
the penitent’s return to grace within the church (Dallen 1991:103). For Dallen,
the Celts and Anglo-Saxons had ‘a fear and anxiety regarding the supernatural’
which ‘expressed itself in a preoccupation with demons and fairies and the
like’ (Dallen 1991:103). Which, to this (Celtic origin) reader at least, seems
a bit far-fetched. A little more convincing, as Dallen concurs, is the
suggestion of the influence of the desert tradition of spiritual direction,
which we examined in the previous chapter, on the practices and shape of the
Celtic church.
Accepting that the Celtic church was focussed
largely upon monastic foundations and that the desert form of individual
spiritual direction was prevalent there it is accordingly not so difficult to explain
the origins of this form of confession as an outgrowth of spiritual direction
as practised amongst these monastic communities. The clear links between the
Celtic and Eastern churches, not least geographical through shared sea routes, and
the ongoing tradition of the East to allow Christian leaders other than
Bishops, in some cases lay-people and monks, to give forgiveness to sins (See
Rahner 1969: 394), suggests that something of this Eastern spirit was clearly
abroad in the Celtic church. This new Celtic form of forgiveness of sins, or
absolution, was not confined to one specific occasion, or indeed one specific
season such as Lent, and could be uttered by a priest or monk using a simple
verbal formula (Rahner 1983:14). By the eighth century it is clear that this
new form of ‘private’ confession with its accompanying tariff of penances had
spread throughout the whole of Western Europe slowly replacing the more public
penances of the older tradition.
[1]
Within a generation of Augustine’s death St Patrick will write an influential confessio, thus attesting to the early
love of the form in the Celtic lands. I am indebted to Bernard McGinn to
drawing this to my attention.
Monday, 30 January 2017
The Tristan Wound and the Crisis of the West
Dear All,
First of all, apologies for not posting on here for some time now. I have been busy completing my new book for Bloomsbury: 'Confession - The Healing of the Soul' which has not left much time for anything else. However as I was revising this chapter today I couldn't help but think of our present 'crisis' in the West through the 'Tristan' lens so thought it might be worth posting.
Kind regards
Peter
The first thing to note from the Tristan myth
is that we modern souls are orphans. Our good Christian parents have died and
we are born alone in the world. As Robert Johnson writes:
Tristan
is the new child, born in the Middle Ages, who grew up over a millennium to be modern Western man. His
mother and father, Blanchefleur
and King Rivalin, symbolise the old order, the ancient mind of Europe. They die, but they give birth
to a child and that child is the modern
mind of the West. He is Tristan, the New Man. (Johnson 1987: 16-17)
For Johnson, from his Jungian perspective,
the death of the old order is the death of the feminine: ‘she (Blanchefleur)
personifies the inner feminine soul of Western man, the feminine values that
once lived in our culture. Her death records that sad day in our history when
our patriarchal mentality finally drove the feminine completely out of our
culture and out of our individual lives’ (Johnson 1987:17). Whereas I admire
much in Johnson’s analysis I am not so drawn to his perspective of the birth of
Tristan as the death of the feminine. Rather, from the perspective of this book
I see the birth of Tristan as the death of the transcendent perspective at the
birth of secular culture. In this respect I agree with Johnson when he characterises
us moderns as ‘the children of sadness’, we are, he says:
Children
of inner poverty, though outwardly we have everything. Probably no other people in history have been so lonely, so
alienated, so confused over values, so
neurotic. We have dominated our environment with
sledge-hammer force and electronic precision. We amass riches on unprecedented scale. But few of us, very few
indeed, are at peace with ourselves...
Most of us cry out for meaning in life, for values we can live by, for love and relationship. (Johnson
1987:21)
As I stated at the beginning of this book, week after week, I see the
children of sadness who live in the West. Shorn of meaning we live the life of
‘triste’. And as Johnson points out, this alienation, this ‘cut-off-ness’,
extends to all elements of our dealing with reality, especially the
environment. In his ground-breaking encyclical, Laudato Si’, Pope Francis characterised this tendency as our
present ‘throwaway culture’ and our worship of ‘rapidification’ (LS: 18). Like
Saint John Paul II, he critically analyses ‘progress and our human abilities’
(LS: 19) and the unholy ‘alliance between the economy and technology’ which
‘ends up sidelining anything unrelated to its immediate interests’ (LS: 54).
Within this critique (always of course within the spirit of dialogue and
respect) there is even a critique of the scientific method itself (‘ a method of control’) which should not be
allowed to assume the divine right to have the last word on every matter. For,
in contrast to the mechanising objectification of the scientific-economic gaze,
the Pope advocates a vision of each creature that respects its creatureliness.
‘Each creature,’ he states ‘has its own purpose’ and in this he echoes the
ancient church tradition which goes back to the desert elders of God being
found in the ‘book of creation’ which we read by engaging in contemplation
(‘God has written a precious book,’ LS: 85). This precious book of creation is
therefore not just for aesthetic consideration but contains the full
biodiversity of all creatures, the loss of which, as with all the other events
cited, affects us all (LS 32-4).
Thus,
the ‘child of woe’ is born into a world torn apart – alienated from itself and
the sources of creation around it. The young Tristan must first engage in ‘the
study of books and language’ (p.68) which is for him ‘the beginning of cares’
for:
In
the blossoming years, when the ecstasy of his springtime was about to unfold and he was just entering with joy into
his prime, his best life was over;
just when he was beginning to burgeon with delight the frost of care (which ravages many young people)
descended on him and withered the
blossoms of his gladness.[1]
Where has childhood gone? In the frost of
care our young ecstasy is quenched by the technocratic society within which we
live, for ‘he was learning the whole time, today one thing, tomorrow another,
this year well, next year better’ (p.69). Our technocratic society demands this
constant 24 hour learning made worse by the demands of the internet to which
the young psyche is now glued.
Unfortunately,
a psyche such as ours, unhinged from
its transcendent moorings, is more susceptible to corruption, distraction and
ruin and in the next stage of the saga we hear that the young Tristan
preoccupies himself with all the distractions available to the medieval lad – peregrines,
games, fine silks and the hunt. Again our technologically obsessed age has
brought all the distractions one could possibly imagine into the heart of our
lives. Twitter, Facebook, social media and computer games could fill up our
whole day should we allow them.
During
this period of adolescent distraction (we are told he is 14 years old) the
first of many strange incidents connected with the sea occurs to Tristan. At
the mention of the sea a psychologist’s ears prick up. ‘The sea that brings all
chances’ is almost a character in itself during the Tristan saga. Granted that
the saga originates from the Atlantic isles surrounded by the constant ebb and
flow of the sea and in the flickering uncertain light of the coast, yet the sea
itself seems to fulfil a deeper function within the story. Johnson, following
Jung, takes it as a symbol for the unconscious, ‘our nostalgia for the
mysterious, unexplored depths of our own psyches, for the hidden potentialities
within our own souls: for what we have never known, never lived, never dared’
(Johnson 1987:25). Thus, as in the Parzifal legend (See Tyler 2013), we have in
the legend a record of our first adolescent encounter with the unconscious, at
the age set by the Lateran Council ‘as the beginning of discernment’, normally
understood as 14. As with Parzifal’s encounter with the transcendent at that
age, so Tristan must come to terms with the unconscious. But like his fellow
seeker, Parzifal, he also makes a mess of it.
What
happens? One morning a bright merchant’s
ship arrives in Brittany from Norway. Tristan, his guardian Foitenant and his
tutor, Curvenal, are invited onto the ship where Tristan is distracted by a
beautiful chess board. Distracted as any youngster today would be by a game-boy
or computer console he challenges the Norwegians to a game and becomes
completely absorbed by it. Like that other story, the Sleeping Beauty, where
the adolescent cannot focus on the task before her but falls into a
hundred-year sleep, so the boy Tristan denies what is happening and observes
only the game before him. Two things now occur, his guardian, the Marshall,
gets bored with the adolescent game and leaves the ship whilst the Norwegians
look on the boy and realise ‘they have never set eyes on any young person with so
many talents’ (p.71). Eyeing the boy for potential exploitation they abduct him
by letting slip the anchor so the ship sails off with the boy and his tutor. So
engaged are they in the game that they fail to notice what is happening until
it is too late. So, Tristan’s first encounter with the ocean/unconscious is a
disaster – he is carried off into a very dangerous and hostile situation. With
our present-day heightened awareness of child abuse, especially of teenagers,
Tristan’s fate seems eerily prescient. Fortunately for the boy a storm is now
raised in the ocean/unconscious. The deeper forces of the unconscious have been
roused and for eight days it rolls the ship, so much so that the Norwegians,
terrified, agree to land the boy on the nearest shore that beckoned: Cornwall.
... To be continued!
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