Thursday, January 31, 2008

A scientific theory of everything... is it worth trying?

I wrote this on the Facebook forum of a former pupil of our school.

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I think that above and beyond the question of whether or not the search for a theory of everything is realistic, a waste of time + resources, etc... is the idea (which I subscribe to) that it is simply an innate aspect of the human psyche to seek transcendence. This can be expressed in the desire to push back limits, to go beyond what one thought was possible, whether the limits be physical (ie. extreme challenges such as marathons, long-distance cycles, journeys to the South Pole...), scientific (space exploration, a theory for everything...), spiritual (seeking knowledge/proof of God's existence...). All of this I feel is a metaphor, founded in experience, for the desire for union with God.

Maurice Blondel, the French philosopher speaks of the in relation to the different stage of desire, starting from the most base and finishing in the most pure (= desire for union with God) and that even the lowest form of desire is a sign of humanity's desire for transcendence, and ultimately for union with God. Notice that the "satisfaction" of material desires (getting that new car, the latest iPod...) does not generally bring long-lasting satisfaction. Generally, that same desire will kick in to get a newer + improved car or iPod. When does such a chain of desire stop? Blondel says it will only stop when we are one with God after death, but that some people can get a glimpse of this here on Earth (spiritual illumination in prayer, etc...).

And so, to answer your question, no I do not think it is a waste to try and find a theory of everything. I think it is simply a symptom of the cosmic evolution of which we are a part. Greater understanding of Creation can help one to come to a greater awareness of God as Creator. Ultimately, the answers to such questions will only ever be partial due to humanity's materially limited intelligence. But as long as humans exist, I believe there will be people seeking to fine tune those answers.

Sunday, January 27, 2008

Mark Hart aka BibleGeek (LifeTeen.com) on Letting Go - the David + Goliath story.

The David + Goliath story reading came up in our weekday Mass liturgy recently. I came across an old 2003 newsletter from BibleGeek a few days later (see below). He gives an interpretation of the story that links it to the theme of abandon to God and letting go in trust that I discussed in my previous post.


Mark Hart aka BibleGeek (LifeTeen.com) on Letting Go - the David + Goliath story.


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“David put his hand into the bag and took out a stone, hurled it with the sling, and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone embedded itself in his brow, and he fell prostrate on the ground.”– 1 Samuel 17:49



SITUATION EXPLAINED
Are you a “control freak” like I am?


SOLUTION OFFERED
When I’m in a car, I like to be the one driving.
When I’m watching television, I like to have the remote control.
When I’m going out to eat, I like to choose the restaurant.
When I’m renting a movie, I like to have the final say.

Okay, I’ll admit it – I’m a control freak. It’s true. Enough said. And while a lot of these little examples can be seen as “human” (or maybe even a little “selfish”, at times) they aren’t necessarily earth-shattering problems. I can work on all of these and all of the other little “control” issues (that I didn’t mention) in my daily life.

When it comes to my SPIRITUAL life, however, I really have to be careful with the “control” issue. If I asked you to honestly tell me WHO was in control of your life on a daily basis, would you respond that you were in control or that God was? Speaking for myself, I struggle with surrendering control of my life to God.

Then I read a passage like this one today and it reminds me what a faithful servant does. We’ve all heard this story about David and Goliath. Stop and really envision this historic scene, though, and think about what an incredible example of surrender that young David (the future King) gives us.

Sure, he had the slingshot and the stones and, yes, he probably practiced with them all the time as he sat shepherding in the hills outside of Bethlehem. No matter how good he was with that slingshot, however…no matter how much God-given talent he possessed, at some point after swinging the sling, he had to LET GO.

At the moment that he let go of sling’s strap, it was all about faith. If he missed, he died. It’s popular to say, “Let go and let God”, but actually DOING it is a whole other thing.

We can have all of the tools we need and use all of the talents we possess as we do battle in this world around us, but at some point we’re gonna have to just LET GO, and let God be God…letting the chips (or in David’s case, the STONEs) fall where they may.


Today, remember that God is in control - to quote Twila Paris:
“God is in control…we believe that His Children will not be forsaken,
God is in control, we will choose to remember and never be shaken,
There is no power above or beside Him we know…God is in control.”

SALVATION GIVEN
“David put his hand into the bag and took out a stone, hurled it with the sling, and struck the Philistine on the forehead. The stone embedded itself in his brow, and he fell prostrate on the ground.”– 1 Samuel 17:49

Let God “drive the car”, and be thankful that He finds you worthy to “ride shotgun”.

Bible Geek

Saturday, January 26, 2008

Letting go... abandon to God's will as an active undertaking

This idea of abandon to God's will as an active undertaking is a theme that I've meditated on quite a bit, especially recently: the paradox of being called to hand over everything in one's life to God, to abandon ourselves to his will and yet, at the same time, to have the dynamism, fire, energy and courage to engage in fresh undertakings, to take initiatives in his name, taking such risks in faith, banking on his Spirit to guide hearts and minds, hands and feet.

In this context I have been thinking a lot recently about St. Peter at the lakeside in Jn 21, sitting and talking with Jesus (the famous "Do you love me?" conversation). An image at the end of this dialogue never ceases to frighten and yet inspire me: when Jesus says to Peter

" 'I tell you solemnly, when you were young you put on your own belt and walked where you liked; but when you grow old you will stretch out your hands, and somebody else will put a belt round you and take you where you would rather not go.' In these words he indicated the kind of death by which Peter would give glory to God. After this he said, 'Follow me'." (Jn 21:18-19)

On the summit of the Pic d'Hourgade (3,000 metres altitude) in the Pyrénées with Bro. Henri (2004), after about 5 hours of hiking/climbing.

If you add to the idea expressed by Jesus that of being led by the belt along a narrow, craggy mountain ridge with a shear drop on either side and thick cloud preventing you from seeing more than a few feet ahead, you get the image the has come to me often in prayer these past few months. Why? Well, first of all this actually happened to me in the Alpes with Bro. Henri in 1992, though we weren't roped together. It was the most eerie experience of my whole life. We were at well over 3,000 metres, making our way along this rocky ridge for about 20 mins. till we reached a breach to the left. The cloud made it pretty treacherous, but what struck me most was the stillness... no birdsong, no wind, no noise except that of our feet on the rocks, our backpacks creaking on our backs, our hearts pounding in our ears.

My main fear was that of losing sight of Henri ahead of me and of being left alone... and I suppose that is the main reason why the experience has come back to me in the contaxt of reflecting on the passage in John 21. At least when there is a belt around you and you are being led, you can console yourself with the fact that you are following in Jesus' footsteps. You are on the right path and there is not too much chance of going wrong. But what if you no longer felt that belt around you and you couldn't see ahead of you to make sure that he was still there ahead of you? Options: stand still and panic, go your own way and risk falling over the edge, or keep your mind fixed on him in prayer, trust your spiritual instinct and keep on going. Abandon yourself to Him in trust and choose to keep walking/clambering. You may occasionally be granted a glimpse of Him ahead of you if the cloud breaks momentarily and this helps to calm your fears.

Well, that's just about where I'm at... on that ridge, no belt or rope, lots of cloud, a fear of heights... but the occasional glimpse of Him in the people and events of my daily life... and in the back of my mind the latent fear that I'll get things wrong and fall over the edge.

Coming down the Pic d'Hourgade with Henri ahead. The cloud started to come in, but it wasn't as bad as in 1992.

God is good!! :-) As I am writing this I am listening to a playlist of some recent favourite contemporary Christian songs. I stop writing whilst listening to "Safe + Sound" by MercyMe when I realise that the song is echoing what I am writing here...

"No more boarding up my windows,
So that I can lay low,
Nobody's home.
No more trying to run away from,
Tired of being afraid of
What I can't control.
The hardest part I'm always told
Is letting go.

Safe and sound knowing that You're big enough to
Wrap around my heart completely.
Safe and sound just knowing that You know me.

I can finally set my heart free,
Lost within the mystery
Of this love I've found.
There is nothing that can pull me 
From the hand that holds me
I'm safe and sound.
The hardest part I'm always told
Is letting go.

Safe and sound knowing that You're big enough to
Wrap around my heart completely.
Safe and sound just knowing that You know me
.

The greatest part now I know
Is letting go


Safe and sound knowing that You're big enough to
Wrap around my heart completely.
Safe and sound just knowing that You know me.
"

Yey!! There's an acoustic version of it up on YouTube which I'd love to share, so here it is.


Friday, January 25, 2008

New Year break - 3: Lourdes cont.

The Basilica steps and the new mosaics commissioned for the Jubilee year, illustrating the Luminous Mysteries of the Rosary.

Lourdes parish church up the hill in the town where Bernadette was baptised.


Pictures of Bernadette and her parents. Looking at them again after many years (though I've been to Lourdes about 16 times, it's about 15 years since I visited the Boly Mill, the cachot, etc...) I was struck by the directness and strength of character shown in each of the faces. Surely not coincidental...


The Boly Mill, Bernadette's birthplace.


Bro. Henri in the one room "cachot" prison where the family lived after the mill went bankrupt.

Tuesday, January 22, 2008

New Year break - post no. 2: Lourdes

Whilst in our Bordères community in the Pyrénées over New Year, Bro. Henri (community Superior there) and myself took the opportunity to drive to Lourdes for the day, having lunch in our community there. We undertook the Jubilee Year pilgrimage (150 yrs. since the apparitions), following the route marked out around the town that takes you to places of importance in the life of St. Bernadette (the Boly Mill, the "cachot" ex-prison cell where her poverty-stricken family were forced to live at one point, the Grotto, of course, etc...).

One of the Jubilee pilgrimage symbols painted onto the pavements of Lourdes.


Bro. Bernard Joliveau (one of our crowd) with a nun working in the Mass office in Lourdes. Bro. Bernard spent 6 months with us in Liverpool back in the late 1980s whilst I was a University student there.


The grotto, on a cold winter's day.

The Brothers' secondary school, St. Joseph's College, in the old town near the parish church where Bernadette Soubirous was baptised.


Bro. Henri + myself proudly wearing our pilgrimage "medals" in the Brothers' community at St. Joseph's, Lourdes.

More photos to follow...

Thursday, January 17, 2008

New Year break in our community at Bordères-Louron in the Pyrénées (France).

My good friend Bro. Henri Rivoalen invited me to take a much needed break in his community down in the south of France. This is the Brother who converted me to long-distance, fast-paced cycling (especially Pyreneen mountain cycling) and mountain hiking during my Noviciate (first year of training) in 1990. He was my group's Assistant Novice Master.

Here's a first set of photos from my 5 days there over the New Year.


Henri introduced me to the joys of cross-country skiing, ie.uphill as weel as down!.


These were taken during my second of 2 days skiing with him. As you can see, we were blessed with glorious weather, allowing us to take in the wonderful scenery.

Henri - friend + mentor

The view from Henri's community (at 845 metres altitude).

Saturday, January 12, 2008

Graces bestowed this Christmas

Had one of my nicest Christmases ever this year, thanks be to God! We managed to get my father over from Ireland to spend a week (20th-27th) with me + my fellow Brothers in our community. With Mum bedridden but comfortable and well looked after in her nursing home in Kilmallock, Co. Limerick, Dad (83 years old), who had just spent 4 weeks in hospital himself (physio initially for his extreme difficulties walking - then treatment for severe diarrhoea that lasted 7 days, then the 'flu...) would have had to spend Christmas by himself in his bungalow, or go into Mum's home (no way he wanted that), or get farmed out to an Irish relative (like last year - not a total success). So my sister went over and flew with him (wheelchair + plane lift service in each airport courtesy of Ryanair) from Shannon to Liverpool. The night my sister spent with us here before going back to her home in Bushey, Herts. was in itself full of unexpected graces.

Dad at our Christmas dinner.


Dad seemed to really enjoy the company of the other Brothers (+ invited guests) during the week and said he really enjoyed coming to Mass with us in the community on 3 consecutive days (24th-26th, thanks to our good friend Fr. Des Power, ex-De La Mennais Brother and recently retired). I also managed to take him out (zimmer frame in tow) to some friends of mine for a few meals and a couple of Irish music sessions. Even managed to get him to pick up the drum sticks for the first time in 3 years. He'd been a semi-professional drummer, gigging in jazz and English folk bands up to 4 times a week for 40-odd years of life in English exile. Butcher by day, drummer by night.

The banjo beside me was my grandfather's. My Dad got it reconditioned last year and gave it to me. It's a lovely instrument with a gorgeous, rich tone. Just which I could do it justice. At least I had a chance to play it with my Dad playing next to me. Meant a lot.


My Dad said that whilst he was in hospital they diagnosed him as having the beginnings of Parkinson's. Apparently his decreased mobility is a sign of this. His memory is also starting to go. He is fully aware of this but is determined to keep fighting and still live on his own in his Knocklong bungalow (Co. Limerick). It's very hard for us with none of his children living in Ireland (my parent retired back there in '92). Fortunately he has a few wonderful neighbours in his not-very-big village. Myself and one of my sisters share duties of going over for weekends as much as possible. Lots to sort out for him to prepare for the eventual... the time when home help visits and caring neighbours will no longer be enough.

So "carpe diem" basically! Trying to give him things to look forward to, experiences he never gave himself whilst he could (weekends in Connemara, a week in a Spanish apartment...). Fortunately he is motivated, gets himself up, looks after the bungalow as best he can, gets over to Mum's nursing home 8 miles away at least 3 times a week on his own, despite driving being a challenge to him now.

And trying to make the most of the time we have left with him around...

Monday, January 07, 2008

Kenny Richey freed after court hearing

Death row Scot, Kenny Richey, whose case had been championed by very high-profile supporters over the past 20 years (inc. the full weight of Amnesty International) has at last been freed.

BBC NEWS | Scotland | Edinburgh, East and Fife | Richey freed after court hearing

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Sunday, January 06, 2008

Mark Hart aka BibleGeek (LifeTeen) on Abraham + Isaac (Genesis 22:2-4)

For a few years now I have been subscribed to the mailings of "BibleGeek" (Mark Hart) of the US (and international) youth ministry organisation LifeTeen. He often comes up with fresh invigorating takes on familiar bible passages, relating them to personal anecdotes/experiences and aspects of modern living that people can easily relate to... which is just what Jesus himself did with his parables.

I've started re-reading some of his newsletters that I've collected. I'll post a few on here as I feel they are well worth sharing.


Spread the WORD - 23/07/04


“Then God said to Abraham: ‘Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah. There you shall offer him up as a sacrifice’. Early the next morning Abraham saddled his donkey, took with him his son Isaac, and
set out for the place of which God had told him. On the third day Abraham caught sight of the place from afar.” – Genesis 22:2-4


SITUATION EXPLAINED
Have you ever felt as though “the walk” that God has put you on is too difficult for you? Ever felt like the pain or hardship of the day was too great to bear?


SOLUTION OFFERED
There were few things that I enjoyed more as a young boy than playing baseball. There were few things I enjoyed less as a young baseball player than getting hit by an opposing pitcher’s fastball. It happened frequently, as I was a left-handed batter and the aspiring stars on the pitchers’ mound(s) didn'’t exactly have “pinpoint accuracy”. In short, I expected to get hit almost every time I stepped into the batter’s box.

Once the ritual of getting “beaned” by the fastball had commenced and the baseball’s “Rawlings” logo had unceremoniously been “tattooed” across my upper body, I would painfully begin my WALK down the first base line. It was at that moment that I, like clockwork, would hear the voice of my unsympathetic coach hollering, “It’s alright. You’re okay. Just walk it off!”

It didn'’t seem to really matter to the coach that I was in pain, only that I got walked and got on base. That walk was far more painful for me than it was for the coach. Sometimes I feel the same way about my faith walk, to be honest. There are some days that are just plain hardsome days that I feel like looking up to my Heavenly Coach and saying, “Do you not care about the pain I’m in?” I believe that my pain is proof that He doesn’'t care or think much of me, when, in reality, nothing could be further from the truth. How do I know that God is NOT unsympathetic? How do I know that God not only loves me and thinks of me a lot, but that He thinks a lot OF me? Well, that’s where our good friend Abraham comes in

Today'’s passage from Genesis takes us back to one of those Biblical stories where, because “we know it so well”, we often miss important details. This story is four thousand years old and is as well known as any in the Old Testament. It is a wonderful story about Abraham’s faithfulness to God; it’s not a tribute to an unloving father. Sometimes, though, we need to look at it again, to see how it still relates to us in 2004. Read it again. I’ll wait.

Did you notice verse four, where it said “on the third day Abraham caught sight of the place”? Obviously, it being the THIRD day has all kinds of obvious Scriptural significance, but there’s a real subtle lesson within this story, too, if we think about it more deeply.

Abraham took his son and walked for THREE days, knowing what God had asked him to do. Think about that for a minute. Imagine how difficult that would be. If God asked you to sacrifice your only child (one whom you had prayed to God for years to give to you) would you have the internal strength or trust not only to decide to do it, but to then pack up and WALK? Could you go to bed that first night looking into the eyes of your unsuspecting child, knowing what you would have to do? Could you walk in the searing heat of the sun the entire next day, again, realizing that each step forward was one step closer to your only son’s final breath? Could you sleep a wink on that second night, realizing that would be the last time you would see your child fall asleep? Could you keep walking? Do you think you would “have it in you”? Apparently God knew that Abraham did.

We all know the rest of the story (if you don’t, read it, it’s great). I love this story. I love the fact that Abraham, though in pain, trusted enough in God to “walk it off”. He dealt with the pain, realizing that God, His Creator and the giver of all his blessings (his son included), would see him through. Even more impressive is that God thought so much of Abraham, as to test him in that way – realizing that Abraham had the faith and had the strength to withstand the trial. God rewarded Abraham’s example of faith, by blessing his family for generations to come.

God tries us, still today, in very similar ways. Sometimes He calls us to do things that are difficult and uncomfortable things that may even seem impossible. He doesn'’t trick us. He doesn'’t ask us to “walk three days” and THEN tell us. No, we know what He is challenging us to do or to let go of, before we begin the walk.

If you are actively trying to grow in your faith you, no doubt, have seen or identified areas of your life that need to change. Maybe it is a relationship that leads you away from God and needs to end. Maybe it is an addiction. Maybe it is ambivalence. Maybe it is self-hatred. Maybe it is ignoring the vocation God calls you to explore. Maybe it is laziness in prayer. Maybe it is someone to whom you owe an apology. Maybe it is something entirely different but still spiritually suffocating.

These areas would not be clear to you if the Holy Spirit were not already moving within your heart. God would not call you to walk if He didn’'t KNOW that you could make it with His help. He doesn’'t set us up to fail, but calls us knowing that we can succeed. He realizes, too, that when His children trust and are faithful and DO succeed, it will inspire others to walk their walks, too even four thousand years later (as this story inspires me and, I hope, you).

God is not calling you to understand, but to walk. Are you willing? The journey of everlasting life begins with a single step and then another. Keep walking, just keep walking. He will reward you in the end. Don’t give up. Walk it off. He is with you, always.


SALVATION GIVEN
“Then God said to Abraham: ‘Take your son Isaac, your only one, whom you love, and go to the land of Moriah. There you shall offer him up as a sacrifice’. Early the next morning Abraham saddled his donkey, took with him his son Isaac, and
set out for the place of which God had told him. On the third day Abraham caught sight of the place from afar.” – Genesis 22:2-4


The coach knows it hurts sometimes, but every step is a step closer to HOME.


Bible Geek

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