Blessed are the poor in spirit, for
theirs is the kingdom of heaven.
Matthew
5:3
Reflection – A while ago I went through the Sermon on
the Mount (Matthew 5-7) as a sort of Year of Faith project: this is what it
means to live by faith in Jesus Christ. At the time I skipped the Beatitudes (Mt
5: 3-11) as they are worth their own series, each one of the eight containing
enough material for its own post.
I thought it
timely to get back to the Beatitudes, then, and blog about them, since we are
heading this week towards one of the principle feasts of the liturgical year.
That is the Solemnity of All Saints, on November 1 next Friday. The Church
chooses this Gospel for the Mass of the day, and in so doing holds out the
Beatitudes as the very essence of holiness, the heart of the saints.
I am still
reflecting on my trip to Rome at the beginning of this month (hard to believe
I’ve only been back two weeks, since it feels like ages ago). My conclusion,
after seeing all the grandeur of art and architecture, the pomp and genuine
beauty of Rome and all its splendor, is that the glory and greatness of the
Church lies in none of those things, lovely and, I would say, fitting as they
all are. The glory of the Church is the saints: Peter and Paul, Francis and
Therese, Dominic and Ignatius and Catherine and Teresa and… on and on it goes,
down through the millennia. The great roll call of the people of the
Beatitudes.
This is what makes the Church beautiful; the externals are truly
beautiful, but without the saints, then and now, it is a dead beauty, and God
made his Church to be alive, not dead. It is the saints who make it and keep it
alive, or rather, it is God the Holy Spirit acting in and on the saints who
does this.
But what a
strange beauty the Beatitudes show us. An upside down beauty, a crazy beauty.
‘Blessed are the poor in spirit’ – what does that mean? Our normal human way of thinking about ‘beauty’ is to
think in categories of fullness: the curved breast, the rippling muscle, the
full mouth, big eyes, smoothness of skin, luxurious hair. To be beautiful is to
‘have it’, to have what it takes.
And a
beautiful life, stepping away from the strictly physical categories, we
normally see as a life ‘full’ of blessings. We may not be so foolish as to
associate happiness, beatitude, with possessions and wealth, but most of us do
associate it with having lots of loved ones, days filled with laughter and
song, work that we love, and yes, a modicum of the world’s goods. Beauty =
riches is a powerful, almost inescapable equation in the human spirit.
‘Blessed are
the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven.’ Something new is
introduced here into the human equation. Something incalculable, an entirely
new way of seeing reality. Real beauty, real happiness, real blessing comes not
from a life filled with good things, but a heart empty and open, available to
God and to neighbor, ready for anything because it has nothing of its own to
hold onto.
We see this in
St. Francis, stripping himself naked in the town square of Assisi and running
off to rebuild the Church like a lunatic… and the Church is still being rebuilt
by the Franciscan way. In Therese of Lisieux, so convinced of this that her
whole life was a conscious choice towards littleness and nothingness, towards
being absolutely tiny in herself, so that God could be everything in her… and
this little nun continues to bless and inspire millions.
In all the martyrs who
knew they had no other treasure but Jesus, and died to preserve that treasure,
in all the missionaries who left everything behind and embraced the danger and
travails of strange lands and difficult journeys, in all the monks and nuns who
abandoned everything for the one thing necessary, and in all the ordinary
people through the centuries who became not so ordinary as they embraced the
first beatitude and learned its lesson.
Blessed are
the poor in spirit, for theirs is the kingdom of heaven. As we slowly,
painfully learn these words, which only happens over a life of day after day
striving towards them, we come to see that the only true wealth, the only true
fullness of life, the fullness that survives the ravages of time and the turns
of fortune, is the Lord Jesus Christ and his love, that we are made for nothing
else but to be an open space for that love, and the price of being that open
space is to embrace one’s own personal poverty, however it manifests in your
life, and to confidently expect Him to fill it with his richness, and to leave
that filling and that beatitude to Him, to His wisdom and goodness. And that is
the secret of the saints.
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