Hope Holders: Reflections on Mary

Hope Holders: Reflections on Mary

Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus with plain and zigzag border and white background

Hope Holders{ Reflections on Mary
Virgin Mary holding baby Jesus with plain and zigzag border and white background

Hope holders: Reflections on Mary

                      HOPE HOLDERS

                  Do you wonder why these beliefs have taken root in your

                                                                Soul?

               Roots which deepen, burrow into the secret places of mind and

                                                              Heart?

Year after year, prayer by prayer, tear by tear, doubt by doubt until

                                                              Fixed?

Do you wonder why you believe the impossible-god as infant born of a

                                                            Virgin?

Do you wonder at this girl child, at her trust in the incomprehensible

                                                           Answer

                How can this be, she asked, how can this be, we ask?

Why such Love For faded facsimiles of divinity, stumbling blindly toward light and Truth?

         The Holy Spirit will overshadow you, Gabriel answered… is that an

                                                         Answer?

                   Enveloped by wisdom, she carried eternity in her womb,

                A child emptied of ego, of self, of sin, full, instead, of grace.

                 She who was filled with the hope of Adam, she who came

                 To dry the tears of Eve through her incomparable sorrows.

           Do you wonder if there is a price for these gifts we have been freely

                                                         Given?

                   Must we not somehow offer back to Him some tiny

                                                         Crumb?

                 Struggle and sacrifice, penance and passion, some small

                                                         Sharing?

               Finally we hear, we see and understand from her silence, her

                                                        Knowledge

             Too immense for words, cannot be contained by the sea or the

                                                              Sky

                         We are to proclaim, to put in our hands and our hearts, to be

                                                       Hope Holders.

Poetry as language of the heart

I wrote that poem, “Hope Holders Reflections on Mary” back when poetry was the sole method for me to convey the search for, and then the gift, of this faith— the stunning, world-shaking, descent of it. Poetry has never been a form of writing that appealed to me. And yet, during those years, the “language of the heart” worked…when nothing else did.

The Greek word for conversion or repentance is metanoia- some, like me, think of it as turn around-180 degree turnaround. Think of a small child whirling around and around…then stopping, often to fall on the ground, giggling. Repentance just is not a big enough word, it’s too bounded and packed with narrow, rigid thought.

Turn around is better.

World shaking?

Most assuredly.

A Zen koan comes close, but only kind of: “Before enlightenment chopping wood and carrying water; after enlightenment chopping wood and carrying water.” Close because superficially, everything’s the same. But interiorly, nothing is the same.

Fr. James Brent translates metanoia as transformation of the mind. In a beautiful piece called, The Pathways of Metanoia, Fr. Brent writes,

The eyes of the heart are even capable of beholding God by grace. By the light of grace, the eyes of our hearts can behold God enigmatically in this life, through a certain reflection of him in our hearts, and face to face in the next (1 Cor. 13:12). Since the heart has eyes all of its own, and is capable of cognition, it is sometimes also called mind.

The Pathways of Metanoia

Once I learned about Advent,

it became of critical importance and becomes more so with each passing year. True, I think, because increasingly I see the awful consequence of sin. My own, and that of all of us. So these upcoming weeks are rife with opportunity for spirtual growth. To think about her: The young girl so reflective of the Lord that the angel Gabriel addresses her not with her name. But as “full of grace.” We could ponder that greeting for the rest of our lives and not plumb its depths!

Amidst the Hallmark Christmas movies, red bows, tinsel, parties, Christmas music and ubiquitous political clamor, lurks a presence. A whisper deep in our hearts, in our psyches and in our souls. One which evokes the proper phrase “the shaking reality of Advent.” It isn’t mine, but belongs to Jesuit Priest and martyr, Alfred Delp. A man who chose not to close his eyes to the growing evil around him, Father Delp was the Rector of St. Georg Church in Munich and an outspoken critic of the Nazi regime. Falsely accused of conspiring against Hitler, Fr. Delp was arrested in 1944, imprisoned, tortured and executed on February 2, 1945.

His phrase does not conjure images of jingle bells or merriment; he doesn’t intend them to. Instead, the shaking reality of advent inspires fear and trembling-even awe- if we but pause, close our eyes and let the Truth pierce through the myriad distractions, lies and evil which surround us.

Consider this statement written from Tegel Prison just months before he would be killed-

Oh, if people know nothing about the message and the promises anymore, if they only experience the four walls and the prison windows of their gray days, and no longer perceive the quiet footsteps of the announcing angels, if the angels’ murmured word does not simultaneously shake us to the depths and lift up our souls—then it is over for us.

Advent of the Heart

Worth a repeat:

Father Alfred Delp’s words. “if the angels’ murmured word does not simultaneously shake us to the depths and lift up our souls” were penned in a prison, a Nazi prison by a man who knew he would be executed.

“If we want Advent to transform us – our homes and hearts, and even nations – then the great question for us is whether we will come out of the convulsions of our time with this determination: Yes, arise!

The Jesuit priest’s words exhort—from his grave:

There is perhaps nothing we modern people need more than to be genuinely shaken up. Where life is firm we need to sense its firmness; and where it is unstable and uncertain and has no basis, we need to know this, too, and endure it.

We may ask why God sends whirlwinds over the earth, why the chaos where all appears hopeless and dark, and why there seems to be no end to human suffering. Perhaps it is because we have been living on earth in an utterly false and counterfeit security. and now God strikes the earth till it resounds, now he shakes and shatters: not to pound us with fear, but to teach us one thing – the spirit’s innermost longing.

Many of the things that are happening today would never have happened if we had been living in that longing, that disquiet of heart which comes when we are faced with God, and when we look clearly at things as they really are. If we had done this, God would have withheld his hand from many of the things that now shake and crush our lives. We would have come to terms with and judged the limits of our own competence.

Here is the message of Advent: faced with him who is the Last, the world will begin to shake. Only when we do not cling to false securities will our eyes be able to see this Last One and get to the bottom of things. Only then will we have the strength to overcome the terrors into which God has let the world sink. God uses these terrors to awaken us from sleep, as Paul says, and to show us that it is time to repent, time to change things. It is time to say, “all right, it was night; but let that be over now and let us get ready for the day.” We must do this with a decision that comes out of the very horrors we experience. Because of this our decision will be unshakable even in uncertainty….

We need people who are moved

by the horrific calamities and emerge from them with the knowledge that those who look to the Lord will be preserved by him, even if they are hounded from the earth.

The Advent message comes out of our encounter with God, with the gospel. It is thus the message that shakes – so that in the end the entire world shall be shaken. The fact that the son of man shall come again is more than a historic prophecy; it is also a decree that God’s coming and the shaking up of humanity are somehow connected…

Being shocked, however, out of our pathetic complacency is only part of Advent.

There is much more that belongs to it. Advent is blessed with God’s promises, which constitute the hidden happiness of this time. These promises kindle the light in our hearts. Being shattered, being awakened – these are necessary for Advent. In the bitterness of awakening, in the helplessness of “coming to,” in the wretchedness of realizing our limitations, the golden threads that pass between heaven and earth reach us. These threads give the world a taste of the abundance it can have….

We must not shy away from Advent thoughts of this kind. We must let our inner eye see and our hearts range far. Then we will encounter both the seriousness of Advent and its blessings in a different way. We will, if we would but listen, hear the message calling out to us to cheer us, to console us, and to uplift us.”

Advent of the Heart

2 Comments

  1. Michael Nuti says:

    Well said! The solution to our problems is simple; turn our lives back to God.
    Have a blessed and holy Advent 🙏

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