Joel Bedford: Creative Commons |
The Great Smoky Mountains perched
at the doorstep of my hometown are filled with corridors of green, beckoning my
hurried suburban soul to rest in its timbered cathedral. On fewer occasions than I prefer, I have
answered that summons and have found solace on every trail I have explored. Yet
I have explored enough trails in these same mountains to know I will always see
something that saddens my soul:
dry streambeds.
Empty channels of rock and soil are
silent witnesses that more streams should be flowing through these hills. The calm sound of a bubbling brook can
only be imagined in these beds. In the absence of gentle waters, only the
whisper of dry, rustling leaves can be heard. Switchback trails reveal the height of the waterless
emptiness lying under the Smokies’ verdant canopy. Each turn of the trail is a new discovery of the most
present absence on the mountainside; of what should be cascading down these
ancient slopes, but isn’t.
My sadness is more spiritual than
environmental. In these dry
streambeds I find a mirror of my heart; of a stream that should be flowing
through my soul, but isn’t.
Maturity in the spiritual life is measured by the degree of sadness over
one’s sins, an ongoing confrontation with one’s lack of holiness that prompts
the “gift of tears.” Spiritual
masters bear witness to this experience throughout the history of the
church. Such is their devotion to
holiness and the love of Christ that the gift of tears becomes a mark of
maturity and holiness. I’m not
very mature. I’m sad that there’s not more sadness in my soul over my lack of
holiness. I’m dry where a river of
confession and repentance should be streaming through my soul. Thank God for Lent.
As
one advances in relationship with Christ, deeper sensitivity to holiness is
borne through the regular practice of confession and repentance, the
disciplines that are emphasized during Lent. In the Old Testament, the prophets of Israel were paragons
of the repentant life. Abraham Heschel writes of the
prophet’s heroic commitment to holiness: “To us a single act of
injustice—cheating in business, exploitation of the poor—is slight; to the
prophets, a disaster. To us
injustice is injurious to the welfare of the people; to the prophets it is a
deathblow to existence: to us, an episode; to them, a catastrophe, a threat to
the world.”
Consider Isaiah, standing in the
Lord’s temple: “Woe is me, for I am undone!
Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips;
For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.” Prophets do not choose a willing blindness to their blindness of heart. They face the unclean places in their own hearts and lives. These are heroic acts that make saints beautiful and holy. By no accident is Jeremiah known as “the weeping prophet.” By no accident is he a saint for his tears.
Because I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips;
For my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts.” Prophets do not choose a willing blindness to their blindness of heart. They face the unclean places in their own hearts and lives. These are heroic acts that make saints beautiful and holy. By no accident is Jeremiah known as “the weeping prophet.” By no accident is he a saint for his tears.
It’s an admittedly dark time, this
Lenten season. If we begin Lent on
Ash Wednesday talking in terms of dust and ashes, we might as well speak about
the place of tears in the spiritual life.
And there is a place for tears, not only in our spiritual lives, but in
our churches. In an Anglican
church, the water of baptism is contained in a font, a shorthand version of fountain. Until
recently I haven’t noticed that the water of baptism is truly a fountain that
should fork into different streams.
St. Gregory Nazianzen opened my eyes to see that baptism by water and
the Spirit opens up channels within my heart that have run dry. The beginning of our spiritual life in
Christ is marked with baptism by water and the Holy Spirit, but another baptism
awaits one who desires full cleansing of heart and mind, the baptism of tears.
When the Spirit moves deeply within
one’s heart and mind, a clearer vision of God’s holiness causes us to see our
need for deeper cleansing. In our
conversion, baptism is an act of pure grace; in our continued repentance and
devotion to Christ, the baptism of tears is a gift of pure grace. It seems this “gift” is reserved as a
harvest after one has sown seeds of repentance in mind, heart, and habits. When tears flow, it is hardly
depression, but a sign of one’s rejuvenated humanity in Christ. Jeremiah may
have appeared depressed to his people, but his nearness to God cannot be
disputed. The world wasn’t worthy
of a saint like Jeremiah, but he was one of the most fully alive men that ever
lived. What was true for Jeremiah
is true for anyone who mourns their sins: “those who sow with tears will reap in
joy.”
I’ve often wondered when I’ve climbed
the West Prong Trail in the Great Smoky Mountains if those dry streambeds would
ever flow again. A short time
researching the life span of mountain streams reveals a hopeful picture. As long as a channel is formed, dry
beds will be rejuvenated with living water when heavy rains pour into the
mountains. Life returns when a
deluge of water comes from the heavens.
But an even more fascinating phenomenon exists that rejuvenates these
dry streambeds. In some instances,
water rises up from the ground and brings new life to these arid channels. From above the earth and within the
earth, streams are rejuvenated with living water. From within and without, God the Spirit brings new life into
our arid souls. The Spirit descends on his saints; the Spirit indwells his saints with life from within. Our eyes may be
streaming with tears, but life is rejuvenated from within when we ache for the
Lord’s holiness in our hearts and minds. No matter the form of baptism the Spirit brings, he always baptizes us for the sake of life and joy in communion with our beautiful God.
Prayer: In the communion of saints, may your
gift of tears flow like an unending stream from one generation of saints to the
next, O Lord. Rejuvenate your
Church with a devotion to holiness that will make us fully alive, bearing your
image, conformed to the likeness of your Son, who lives and reigns with you and
the Holy Spirit, one God, forever and ever. Amen.
Thanks Jack. May we all know a flood of tears that will reopen our eyes to the Beauty of the Lord.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Jack, for reminding me of our baptism into Christ which is the source of great suffering and even deeper joy!
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