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Sister Ginny, my spiritual director, suggested that I spend some time in the dessert with Jesus. She sensed in our conversation that it would be a good picture of where I am emotionally. I have been mourning some deaths lately. I lost a dream job at the local coffee shop, where I was roasting and making sure the coffees were of highest quality. It wasn't for a bad reason, either, the owner just grew to appreciate how much he wanted to continue to do the things he hired me to do. Still, I loved that job and mourn its death. I also mourn my sense of direction, or at least clarity of what I am doing. I am waiting. Elaine and I are part of a church planting team here in Bay City now, but what do I do while we wait to get started? And where do I find meaningful work to support my family? I am in the desert.
I am reminded that Lent is an invitation to the desert. We are
invited to spend 40 days with Jesus in the wilderness, just as he spent
40 years with the Israelites as they wandered. We are invited to do this
in preparation for our baptism into his death and resurrection, our
entry into the Promised Land.
This is not an easy place to dwell,
the desert. It is a wild place, where shadows of crosses spread across
the sand and snakes ply their schemes. The scenery in this wilderness is
uncomfortable to look upon, and yet that is precisely why we are here
to gaze on the things in the desert places. We are entering into the
Paschal Mystery. This is the mysterious way God takes death, the death
of God’s son, Jesus, and makes life, eternal life for all people. We are
invited to enter into this mystery with the deaths in our lives. Not
only the big deaths of loved ones, but we enter also into the mystery
with the death of our dreams, our youth, or a job. We are invited to
gaze into the mystery and let God transform our deaths into life.
We
are reminded of the story of the Israelites who complained on their way
through the wilderness. They grumbled saying they wouldn’t eat the food
that God gave them – that they wouldn’t take another bite, they would
just lie down and die. God in his justice answered their prayer. The
last bite they would have to take would not be manna but a bite from a
snake. Then they would indeed lie down and would die.
Moses
prayed, asking God to save his people. The Lord told Moses a strange
thing. He told Moses to make a copper copperhead, a serpenty-serpent as
fiery red as the burning of their bites and fever. Anyone who looked on
this image of suffering, this thing that had become death in the eyes of
the people, would be saved. They had to stare death in the eyes to
receive their healing.
“And just as Moses lifted up the serpent in
the wilderness,” Jesus says, “so must the Son of Man be lifted up, that
whoever believes in him may have eternal life” (John 3:14-15 NRSV).
This is good news for our spiritual formation. Lent invites us to put
away our triumph for a time and recall the suffering. It invites us to
participate, to fellowship in the suffering of Christ.
Centering
prayer is a good practice for this reason. We can begin by closing our
eyes, and breathing deeply the dessert air around us. Borrowing form the
spiritual exercises of St. Ignatius, we can enter into the story for a
moment, turn our eyes to the cross, feel the desolate wilderness, lock
eyes with death. Then as we kneel at the foot of the cross comes the
most important part of centering prayer. We must let go of our agenda.
We must let die all of our desires for what we want from God. We are in
the wilderness, away from all that distracts and calls our attention.
Even our good desires and good thoughts of God must give way so that God
can do as God pleases in our hearts. We must even look over the
shoulder of Jesus on the cross and turn our gaze on the awful abyss of
mystery: God. Lent is an invitation well suited for dwelling there for a
time. Don’t hurry. Lock the eyes of your soul on God, through the
suffering, and pour your love on God.
