Sundays’ Highs for Weekdays’ Lows

 

To the church in the diaspora[1]

& to the church of the unchurched

March 4, 2007, Second Sunday of Lent

Genesis 15:5-12, 17-18   Philippian3: 17-4:1   Luke 9: 28-36                        

 

Introduction

The mountain experiences of Jesus

There are different mountain experiences in the life of Jesus. The first Sunday of Lent always recounts how Satan takes Jesus up a very high mountain, shows him all the glorious kingdoms of the world and then tempts him saying, “Fall down and adore me, and all this glory shall be yours” (Lk 4: 5-6). Jesus doesn’t belittle himself by falling for such a cheap and gaudy offer. Toward the end of his life, there is the Mount of Olives (also called Gethsemane). It’s a garden in which Jesus sweats blood in the agony of his impending death (Lk 22: 39-46). There is also the Mount of Calvary (also called Golgotha--the Place of the Skull) on which he pours himself out in death upon the cross (Mt 27: 22--23).  But before Calvary, and in preparation for it, there is the Mount of Transfiguration (also called Mount Tabor in Christian tradition). The Mount of Transfiguration is always the theme for the second Sunday of Lent.

 

On Mount Tabor Peter, James and John behold the transformed face of Jesus and his dazzling white clothes, and they hear a heavenly voice proclaiming, “This is my beloved son. Listen to him.”  On that lofty height something spectacular is taking place. Christians call it a transfiguration. Catholics assign a special feast day for it--August 6, Feast of the Lord’s Transfiguration. Psychologists call it a religious experience.

 

Ecstasy follows quickly upon that religious experience. Peter starts emoting and crying out, “Oh how good it is for us to be here, Lord!" That ecstatic experience is so delightful he wants to dig in and hunker down for good upon that lofty height. “Let’s build three shelters up here,” Peter says to Jesus, “one for you, one for Moses, and one for Elijah” (Lk 9: 28-36). Not only is Mt. Tabor high the Apostles also are high with ecstasy.

 

On a crooked path

A religious experience can happen not just upon a lofty and breezy mountaintop like Tabor but also down in the sweaty and sinful valley of human existence. It can happen even when someone is on his way to do some mischief. One day Saul of Tarsus was hurrying to Damascus in hot pursuit of Christians there to bring them back to Jerusalem for trial.  Suddenly he was struck down from his high horse and heard a voice crying out, “Saul, Saul, why do you persecute me? ”In a religious experience you see visions and hear voices. The startled Saul cried out, “Who are you,” and he heard a voice answering, “I am Jesus of Nazareth, whom you are persecuting” (Acts 9:1-22). That experience marked the moment of St. Paul’s conversion, and Catholics celebrate it with a special feast on January 25. It was a religious experience, and it took place on one of human life’s many crooked paths.

 

In a garden

St. Augustine had his momentous religious experience, which turned his life around, in the garden of his villa. In his younger days he was a rounder of the first water. He strayed off into the teachings of Manichaeism[2] and into the wayward paths of youth, begetting a son out of wedlock. Unabashedly he records it for us in his Confessions--a very personal, prayerful and easy-to-read piece of classical literature.

 

One day, before his conversion, as he was in the garden of his villa, he heard a voice coming from the other side of the wall saying in a sing-song sort of way, like kids playing a game, “Tolle et lege, tolle et lege”--“Take and read. Take and read.” (In a religious experience you see visions and hear voices.) At first Augustine wondered whether it was some sort of a game kids were playing on the other side of the wall. Then, seized with a strange impulse, he picked up the Scriptures which lay near at hand.  They fell open to Romans 13: 13:  “Let us behave decently as in the daytime, not in orgies and drunkenness, not in sexual immorality and debauchery, not in dissension and jealousy.  Rather, let us put on the Lord Jesus Christ, and let us stop concentrating on the flesh and gratifying its desires” (Rm 13: 13-14; Confessions Bk VIII, ch 12).

 

It was a powerful religious experience for Augustine, and it marked the moment of his conversion. He became the bishop of Hippo in North Africa, and by extensive theological writings he ruled the church from the early four hundreds to the thirteenth century.

 

Even in a church!

Sometimes a religious experience can happen even in a church. (“Even in a church!” Where in the whole wide world should we expect to have a religious experience if not in a church!) Shortly after his conversion, Francis of Assisi (born in 1182) was praying before a very old crucifix in a dilapidated little church of San Damiano. He was earnestly asking the Lord what He wanted from him. Suddenly he heard a voice from the crucifix saying, “Francis, repair my church.” In a religious experience you see visions and hear voices.

 

At first the simple man took the voice literally. He thought it was calling him to repair the rickety little chapel of San Damiano. It was, in fact, calling Francis to become, like Abraham, the father of a great nation--the father of a great Franciscan family of brothers and sisters as numerous as the sands of the sea, who would go forth down through the centuries to restore the vineyard of the Lord with far more inspiration and effectiveness than any angry reformer or church council.[3]  Francis’ religious experience took place in a church.

 

Jung in search of Mt. Tabor

Where, if anywhere on God’s earth, should we expect a religious experience with its coin of ecstasy if not in church? Where, if anywhere on God’s earth, should we expect to see visions and hear voices if not in church? Where, if anywhere on God’s earth, should we be exclaiming “Oh how good it is for us to be here” if not in church? After all, we humans build and consecrate our church edifices precisely for religious experience and its coin of ecstasy.

 

Unfortunately that doesn’t always happen. Karl Jung, the father of modern psychology, writes an account of the day of his first Holy Communion. Because of what he had been told, he greatly expected to see visions and hear voices on that very special occasion. The day finally dawned and all peeled into church. In familiar robes his father, who was the minister of the celebration, stood behind the altar and read the prayers. On the white altar cloth lay large trays filled with small pieces of bread which came from the local baker. He watched his father eat a piece of the bread and then sip the wine which came from the local tavern. He then passed the cup to one of the old men.  All were stiff, solemn, and it seemed to the young Karl, disinterested. Though he kept looking on in suspense, Jung could neither see nor guess that anything unusual was happening inside any of them. He saw no joy on their faces. None of them seemed to be seeing visions or hearing voices.

 

Finally his turn came to eat the bread which tasted flat and to sip the wine which tasted sour. After the final prayer, no one was heard to cry out, "Oh how good it is for us to be here!" No one was seen to tarry or linger on in the glow of ecstasy.  No one was heard saying, “Let’s build tents here and hunker down.” Instead, Jung writes, "All peeled out of the church with faces that were neither depressed nor illumined with joy—just faces which seemed to say, `Well, that's that.'"

 

Only gradually in the course of the following days did it dawn on him that nothing had happened. What he had seen (nothing) was all there was! That total absence of any religious experience with its ecstasy on the day of his very first Holy Communion proved to be disastrous; it proved to be his very last Communion![4] (Memories, Dreams, Reflections). When the sun set on that long anticipated day of his first Holy Communion, Jung found himself saying, "Oh, how bad it was for me to be there!"

 

Amy on top of Mt Tabor

Listen to a lady who recently was heard crying out not like Jung but like Peter, James and John, “Oh, how good it was for us to be here!” She writes,

 

I am writing this e-mail in hopes of receiving a copy of the priest’s homily from this past Sunday. 

 

My husband and I were in Milwaukee for the weekend on a getaway from Indianapolis.  We spent our first trip together in your city five years ago and returned for a much-needed vacation.  We have a three year old and suffered a miscarriage at 12 weeks in July.  We needed some time to get away and celebrate each other and heal from our loss.  It was a very therapeutic trip for us which ended in a fabulous experience at your beautiful church.  We had walked the streets of Milwaukee and passed by your gorgeous church and decided to celebrate mass with you on Sunday.  We had intended to get up for the 9am mass as going to the 10am would put us on the road a bit later with the time change back to Indy.  I insisted with my husband that we attend your church instead of waiting to go in the evening at home.  I truly feel it was God’s will that we celebrated with you at Old Saint Mary’s. 

 

I so enjoyed the service.  Father was absolutely fabulous, his sermon was out of this world, the choir was phenomenal, the lector was dynamic and the beauty of your church was just so stunning.  It was a pivotal moment for us, especially for me. I lit a candle after mass for our lost baby and I am looking forward with hope to our family’s future.  I know that God has bigger plans for our family than we even realize, and I know we are blessed.  With all that being said, I would love to have a copy of the sermon, if Father accepts requests of that nature.  I will always remember my experience regardless, but I would love a copy for my keepsake box.  Sincerely, Amy….

 

 

 

Conclusion

 Sunday’s highs for weekdays’ lows

Sunday Mass should be the Mt. Tabor moment of the week for the priest. He should always entertain the fiercest conviction that nothing he does all week long is more important that what he does in preparation for the Sunday assembly to which hungry sheep come flocking to be fed.

 

Sunday Mass should be the Mt. Tabor moment of the week also for all God’s people. We should always be fired up with an expectation of seeing visions and hearing voices, and of reaping the coin of ecstasy in the Sunday assembly. If we don’t find it in one assembly (and there’s nothing we can do about it), then we should take pains to shop for it in another assembly, just as we take pains to shop for any other thing we consider valuable and important. And like Amy on a weekend getaway from Indianapolis, we will know when we have found a Mt. Tabor. It will have us exclaiming from down deep, “Oh how good it is for us to be here!”

 

Mt. Tabor wasn’t forever. Jesus and the Apostles eventually had to get down from that lofty height and get back to real life (Mt. 17:9). Mt. Tabor wasn’t for itself. The moment of transfiguration on Mt. Tabor, (when Jesus’ face was transformed) was to prepare him for the moment of disfiguration on Mt. Calvary (when he would become “a worm and no man”) (Ps 21: 6).

 

Likewise the highs of the Sunday assembly aren’t forever. We eventually have to leave Sunday Mass and descend into the valley of weekday reality, just as Amy and her family had to leave Old St. Mary’s and get back on the road to Indianapolis. And the highs of the Sunday assembly aren’t for themselves.  They are to prepare us to face the lows that await us down in the valley and in the week ahead, now knowing as Amy does “that God has bigger plans” for us.

 

 



[1] Diaspora is a Greek word meaning dispersion. Originally it referred to the settling of scattered colonies of Jews outside Palestine after the Babylonian exile. It’s now come to mean the migration or scattering of a people away from an established or ancestral homeland or parish.

 

[2] A world religion founded on the teachings of the great prophets Zoroaster, Buddha, Jesus, and the chief one, Mani. Duality is its fundamental concept.  There are two uncreated principles: Light  (Goodness) and Darkness (Evil).  The Father of Light and the Prince of Darkness are at war with each other, and the created world is the battleground. Its moral practices include abstinence from meat, wine, all sexual contacts and work (Confessions, Bk. VIIII, ch. 10).

[3] Those sons and daughters arrived here in Milwaukee in the late 1800’s and early 1900’s.  Here they built the Motherhouse of the School Sisters of St. Francis on Layton Blvd. and the Convent of St. Francis of Assisi on S. Lake Drive.  Here they built the imposing church of St. Josaphat on South Sixth St-- a rare church with the official status and dignity of “basilica.” Here they built the great Milwaukee hospitals of St. Joseph, St Francis and St. Michael, and the great Milwaukee parishes of St. Francis on Fourth and Brown, and St. Elizabeth on Third and Burleigh.  Here they built the first black boarding school in Milwaukee--the famous St. Benedict the Moor Church and Mission on Ninth and State Street and the House of Peace on West Walnut.

 

[4] When their religion provides them with no religious experience at all and no ecstasy  (because of what it preaches or how it prays and breaks bread), some go in search of a form of religion that does lead them into religious experience and does exhilarate them. The middle of the Twentieth Century witnessed a strong surge in the charismatic and Pentecostal movement. It sprang up in all the various Christian religions, even in the staid old Catholic Church.  It has believers of every faith ecstatically raising their hearts and hands to heaven, babbling away in tongues, and bursting out in spontaneous prayers and songs. In great measure that movement is born out of believers’ desire for religious experience and its coin of ecstasy, which seem dried up in their respective Sunday Assemblies.