Acts 9-26-31 1 John 3:18-24 John 15:1-8
On one of my last retreats at the Trappist Monastery in the Berkshire Mountains of Massachusetts, I gave myself a stress test by running up a long, steep hill. And then, sitting on a park bench at the top of the hill, I gazed intently and for a long time at the lush green field grass stretching out in front of me for as far as I could see. It was like the ocean, I kept thinking, with its windswept waves marching by in such well-defined order. Living and working as I had for so many years in a world made up more of plastic and aluminum than of vegetation and sky, this was a rare sensual experience for me, a joy to be remembered.
It occurred to me to think for a while as might a less scientific person of Jesus’ day and to regard the wind as a force whose origin I could not know. I had to ignore even my layman’s knowledge of convection currents, of heated air rising and cooled air falling, and so on. For these precious moments it had to be just an invisible, uncontrollable force that worked powerfully wherever and whenever it pleased. It was something full of mystery.
Mystery suggests curiosity about what is not completely revealed. The usual and appropriate response to mystery is excitement, the desire to discover, the thrill of moving ever closer, but never comprehending, an attraction that cannot ever be exhausted. How dull life would be without it. How close we are today to living such a flat existence, when we have uncovered so many of nature’s secrets and try futilely to find our excitement in things our machines have made, that are so narrowly specific in their purpose that they leave no room for imagination, for ingenuity, for improvisation, for the thrill of discovery.
And what can we say about the special loves and the ordinary friendships that fill our lives? At their best these are also meant to be signs that we love one another in an increasingly unselfish way. In those relationships we can also explore the unique mystery of each other, making us more and more united and nourishing us for the journey still ahead. Like the wind, the journey does not reveal itself completely: there is mystery about how it began, where it has been, and about where it is going.
Several years ago, a popular songwriter and rock musician publicly proclaimed that he had nothing to do with the “nonsense” — as he called it — of dating and conversation at the soda store and meeting each other’s folks and all that. “We get down to what everybody’s looking for,” he proclaimed. What an empty and deceptive conquest, what a destructive teaching for our youngsters, that anyone should treat so disdainfully the aspect of sweet mystery in the human relationship of love.
These weeks of Easter are filled with the anticipation of “ruha”, a Hebrew word for “wind” and adapted by Christians as a synonym for Spirit, the Spirit whom the Risen Jesus promised to send us. The Church waits and works its way to Pentecost in anticipation of the gifts that Spirit will bring. We are confident that, like a tender and patient lover, the Spirit will lead us gently, if we are willing, and make us happy by revealing truth to us as we need it and want it. The Spirit will purify us into greater goodness and enable us to love and be loved beyond our greatest longings.
We have to deliberately choose that transformation, otherwise we may never experience it.
And so I wish you a happy Easter and a Pentecost full of love and peace — and mystery!