"Do not be afraid; I am the first and the last, and the living one. I was dead, and see, I am alive forever and ever; and I have the keys of Death and of Hades. Now write what you have seen, what is, and what is to take place after this." Rev. 1:17-19.

Saturday, May 29, 2021

Table of Love

 

Long ago, as a newly divorced single mom, with children aged 2, 5, and 7, I found my way to an Episcopal church. While I might have looked on the outside as if I fit in, there probably weren’t many parishioners more lost, lonely, and spiritually desolate than I was. After each service, hungrier for adult companionship than for anything else, I would drag my squirming children to whatever fellowship opportunity was available. I grasped my toddler with one arm and balanced a cup of juice and a flurry of Sunday School coloring pages in the other hand. Alternately prodding and luring my whining older children with bribes of sweets, I would peer through the doors of the fellowship hall at the groups clustered around the tables. Invariably, I would find happy families and friends huddled together at small round tables, laughing, sharing smiles, turned toward each other in closed circles of complicity. There was little room for me and my rowdy bunch to slip smoothly into any group. Almost as a kind of dare, I would plop down at a totally empty table and busy myself with my children, waiting to see if anyone would join us. They rarely ever did.

          I think that those difficult memories are why I am so fond of Rublev’s famous icon of the Trinity.  Rublev doesn’t paint the Trinity in the usual way. His is no portrait of a stately, white-bearded Father, elegant bare-chested Son, and chubby white Spirit-dove.

His is neither an attempt to portray a three-in-one-god,


 

 

 

 

 

nor make the Spirit female,



 


nor include the Virgin Mary in the mix!  

 


 

 

 

 

 

 

Rublev’s icon simply shows us three angelic figures sitting at a table.[1]

Called The Visitation of Abraham, this icon is based on the story from Genesis of God’s appearance as three messengers to Abraham and Sarah by the Oaks of Mamre. Abraham and Sarah welcome the strangers with open arms, bathing their feet and preparing a feast for them. As the men leave, they promise the aging couple that Sarah will soon give birth to a son. Interpreting the Old Testament allegorically, medieval Christians saw these three divine messengers as a manifestation of the Trinity.

The Russian icon-writer Rublev paints them as three figures with gender-neutral robes and hair-styles, seated around a table that holds a golden chalice. The central figure, who represents Christ, is holding his hand over the chalice in blessing, as the other two look on. What is most interesting about this icon is that there is both an openness and a swirling movement to it. Christ is neither looking down nor out at the viewer. Instead, he cocks his head clearly toward the figure to his right. That figure nods his head across the table to the other figure on his right, who, in turn, inclines his head back toward Christ. Even the wings and background objects bend as if caught in a gently turning, circular breeze.

The figures aren’t huddled around the table like the people in my old church fellowship hall, though. They aren’t focused only on their satisfying and already-established relationship. There is a clear break in the circle, a clear empty seat at the table right at the front of the icon, right across from Christ. Anyone who looks at this icon, automatically becomes the fourth person at the Table and is caught up in the circular fellowship of the other Three. This Trinity excludes no one from its conversation; as our whole congregation looks at this icon at once, we are all included at God’s Table.

When it comes to grasping the Trinity, we human beings are a lot like poor Nicodemus in today’s Gospel lesson: Standing there in the dark, trying to understand concepts that make no sense, yet wanting with all of our heart, mind, and soul to lay claim to the new life of Love that Jesus is offering us. We look at Jesus on the Cross; we look at God pouring Godself out in Creation; we feel the Holy Spirit bringing joy and transformation; we watch Jesus embrace sinners; we see miraculous healing; we taste forgiveness. We want to join them in these things. But how do we put it all together in our minds?

Left to our own devices, we tend to scoot our chair up close to Jesus, turning our backs to the world and gazing only into our Savior’s understanding face, as we try to imitate his every gesture. Or we dive only into the mystery of the Father, seeking rest and security in the darkness of God’s “eternal changelessness.” Or we abandon ourselves to the movement of the Spirit within ourselves, totally shutting our eyes to the equally powerful dance of suffering that is going on in the world outside. Or we give up all together on a Being who seems to watch the world ineffectually “from a distance,” and we go sit at a table by ourselves, busying ourselves with our human lives and daring God to join us.

The Doctrine of the Trinity reminds us that God is neither a changeless, distant object that we can view from across the safe emptiness of space, nor is God three friends before whom we can pull up a chair and visit individually according to our needs. If God is Love, then God must be movement, constant reaching out for the Other, constant exchange, constant and active relationship. Take a look at a few other images of the Trinity that artists have created for us, and perhaps the images can help us more than words can:

Look at the divine desire expressed by the Father in William Blake’s image, brooded over by the longing love of the Spirit.



 

 

 

Look at the energy that pulses through Hildegard of Bingen’s Trinity. The Word made flesh at the center, hands outstretched in vulnerability. The silver outer circle of the Father and the inner gold circle of the Spirit’s Fire, dancing around the Word with lines that suggest eternal movement.



 

 

 

 

 

Look at Marlene Scholz’s more recent Trinity, full of balanced downward and upward movement, surrounded with the whirl of the unknown.



 

 

 

 


In the 65th chapter of Isaiah, God cries out, “I was ready to be sought out by those who did not ask, to be found by those who did not seek me. I said, ‘Here I am, here I am,’ to a people that did not call on my name.” Can you imagine yourself peeking through the doors of heaven to see the Trinity sitting at the Table in the Great Celestial Fellowship Hall, Christ with his hand raised in blessing over a cup of his own blood, whispering a loving “here I am,” to the Father? Can you imagine the Father whispering, “Here I am” to the Spirit, who whispers, “here I am” back to the Son, round and round? For eternity, they wait and wait for us each to join them at the Table; they wait for us to share their cup; they wait for us to cry out in response to their longing, like the prophet Isaiah: “Here I am, send me!” They wait in love for us to join them, all so that their Love can flow out through us into the lonely spaces of our world.

 

 



[1] My description and analysis of this icon are based on Rowan Williams’ wonderful reflections in The Dwelling of the Light: Praying with Icons of Christ (Grand Rapids: William B. Eerdmans, 2003), 45-63. Other images of the Trinity are discussed in Sarah Coakley’s book, God, Sexuality, and the Self: An Essay ‘on the Trinity’ (Cambridge: Cambridge University Press, 2013.)

Saturday, May 22, 2021

The Color of the Holy Spirit

 

         

What color is the Holy Spirit? Some might say that the Spirit is grayish white, like a dove. Some might insist that the Spirit is red, like fire, like the vestments that we use today on Pentecost. Others might argue that the Spirit is invisible, like the wind. What do you think? What color is the Holy Spirit?

          I like what Hildegard of Bingen says. Hildegard is a twelfth-century mystic, a brilliant female theologian, Benedictine abbess, artist, composer, naturalist, physician, and author. Hildegard sees the Holy Spirit in the color green. In her visions, the Spirit is the greening energy of Love that pulses throughout the universe. The Spirit is green like the lush garden of Eden and like the living green inside every life-bearing twig.[1]

          If the Spirit is green, then it’s safe to say that the Spirit is with us in full force here in Boulder County this Pentecost Day. Look around you! Our high desert has been greening before our very eyes. Varying shades of green are everywhere: those ever-brown prairie grasses are green, the trees are greening, the bushes are greening, the green weeds and green leaves of flowers are pushing up everywhere, even through the hard asphalt. God’s life-energy is pulsing with the greening of creation! The brown and burning place in which I arrived last fall is gone. The dry bones are up and dancing in a swirl of life-giving green.

But what about us human beings gathered here today? Are we greening, as well? As a community, we can probably identify more with the scattered bones in Ezekiel’s valley: dusty and disjointed, skinless and immobile, anything but green. Or perhaps there’s still a bit of green hidden deep inside, like the still-empty branches on the neglected shrubs in my yard. God’s breathing, greening Love is meant for us, too, on this Pentecost. When we cry, “Our hope is lost; we are cut off completely.” God promises us: “I will bring you up from your graves … I will put my spirit within you, and you shall live.”  My all-time favorite theologian Rowan Williams writes that God sends us the Holy Spirit as a bridge to span the gap between human suffering and hope. The work of the Spirit is to create human beings who are capable of “confronting suffering without illusion or despair.”[2]

In our Gospel from John, Jesus explains to his disciples that they won’t be left to suffer alone when he returns to his Father. The Spirit--the Advocate, the Comforter--will come to stand with them when they look around and see death and failure, scarcity and loss.  In our reading from Acts, we know that the Spirit comes to strengthen the early Church in the face of terrifying persecutions and struggles. Christians today are celebrating the birthday of a Church that is more like the struggling Church of the Apostles than ever before in our history. We are celebrating Pentecost for the second time in a way that none of us would have ever imagined just a few years ago. This year, we are together, and we are singing, so there is hope. And at the same time, we face change and after change, sacrifice, uncertainty, and new ways of doing everything. The Holy Spirit promised to us is the divine power that settles into this unsettled space and pries open a corner so that the light of hope can shine in. The Holy Spirit is what sustains us as we live between “the given and the future, between reality as it is and the truth which encompasses it.”[3] Sometimes that hope pours into us like a gale-force wind, nearly knocking us over with its power. Sometimes it dances dangerously all around us like flames. Sometimes it fills our bleeding hearts with the kind of joyful song that allows us to sing alleluia at the grave. Sometimes it carries our whole assembly forward, and sometimes it sustains us in the quiet of our own lives. Sometimes, it merely trickles like the green sap of life into hollow, empty stems.

I heard a story last night that reminded me of the Spirit’s greening power. A Native American tribe was once talking about the loss of their ancient language. Their words were literally dying, drying up before their eyes, with the deaths of their elders. When some lamented the hopelessness and annihilation that such a devastating loss could bring, the chief spoke up in protest. “Our language can never die,” he proclaimed. “The sound of our language is carried in the winds and sings on the waters. It rests within the soil and whispers from the trees. It speaks in the honking of the geese and the howling of the coyote.” (Told by Paula Palmer) Such, too, is the language of God’s greening Love. It comes pouring out of every mouth, in every tongue, bridging the gap between suffering and hope. It can never die.

Look at us, so filled with God’s greening that we are celebrating this feast day [sitting masked in the parking lot on a Sunday morning] OR [sitting around a computer screen on a Sunday morning] to protect one another. As that powerful divine love enters our deepest selves and radiates through every pore, we can’t help spreading that Love any more than a plant can keep a leaf from unfurling from its stem. The more we ask for the Spirit, the more we will give away of ourselves. The more we are filled, the more willing we will be to empty ourselves for the sake of the other.

          Hildegard of Bingen, painting in green, says it best. Let us pray with her:

Spirit of fire,

Paraclete, our Comforter,

You’re the Live in alive

the Be in every creature’s being,

the Breathe in every breath on earth …

Holy Life-Giver,

Doctor of the desperate,

Healer of everyone broken past hope,

Medicine for all wounds,

Fire of love,

Joy of hearts,

fragrant Strength,

sparkling Fountain

in You we contemplate

how God goes looking for those who are lost

and reconciles those who are at odds with Him.

Break our chains!

You bring people together,

You curl clouds, sing in creeks,

and turn the lush earth green.

You teach those who listen,

breathing joy and wisdom into them.

We praise You for these gifts,

Light-giver,

Sound of joy,

Wonder of being alive,

Hope of every person,

and our strongest Good.[4]



[1] Carmen Acevedo Butcher, “Supreme and Fiery Force,” in Pentecost: Christian Reflection (Waco: Baylor University Press, 2015), 60.

[2] Rowan Williams, On Christian Theology (Malden, MA: Blackwell Publishing, 2000), 124.

[4] Butcher, 60-62.