Blessed are those who hunger and thirst
for righteousness, for they shall be filled.
Matthew
5:6
Reflection – If the first three beatitudes confound us
with their reversal of worldly notions of a good life—blessed are the poor, the
mourning, the meek—then this fourth one simply challenges us deeply to examine
our hearts. How much do we really want to be good? Do we hunger and thirst for
it? Is righteousness, goodness, a fire blazing within us, a yearning of our
whole being? Do we strive with every fiber of our being to seek what is good,
to chase after virtue of conduct, speech, thought? Are we willing to pay any
price, risk any danger, essay any arduous task, for the sake of righteousness?
Or is it a
little more of a milk water affair: ‘it’s nice to be nice!’ Or, ‘Well, of
course I want to be a good person, but… (fill in your conditions, exceptions,
and limits here)’. A general vague commitment to being somewhat decent most of
the time, as long as it’s not too hard or I don’t really want to do something else
badly.
The saints—and
remember, I’m doing this whole series on the beatitudes in light of the coming
feast of All Saints—lived this beatitude to an extreme. That is why we remember
them as saints. The phrase the Church uses is ‘heroic’ virtue—not simply a
general commitment to a more or less OK life, but heroism in the pursuit of
goodness.
So you have
young girls getting devoured by wild beasts rather than break the vow of
virginity they made to Christ, and countless other martyrs dying rather than
denying Him. You have missionaries leaving the comfortable familiarity of their
homes to lives of certain deprivation and almost certain death under foreign
skies.
You have the
great reformers of Church and society, and the servants of the poor—people like
Vincent de Paul, Theresa of Calcutta, Philip Neri—who labored hard every day at
great personal cost to make the world they lived in more compassionate, just,
faith-filled, holy. And all the hosts of ascetics and monastics and mystics,
abandoning all worldly good for the righteousness that comes from belonging to
God and God alone.
The saints
lived this fourth beatitude each in his or her own way, according to the
specific call of God and the circumstances of life. But they blazed with a fire,
each of them, to do what is right and to see that righteousness take root in
the world.
Well, like I
say, this beatitude is plenty confronting, certainly for me, and probably for
you who are reading this, whoever you may be. We are not made to live
comfortably and easily in this world. There is a task, a work, a labor God has
given to us, and we really shouldn’t be too at ease for as long as it is
ongoing.
But what are
we to do? I can’t go to, say, Egypt and offer myself up as a martyr, nor is my
specific vocation precisely that of the old school missionary. God has made it
quite clear to me that I am to stay here in Canada until further notice. My
scope for being a social or church reformer is fairly limited, although I am
doing what I can on that score, I think. And asceticism… well, no one will be
confusing me with Anthony of the Desert, at least not today.
My mind turns
at this juncture, though, to another saint, who was neither martyr nor
missionary nor great reformer nor (at least relatively) a great ascetic. I am
thinking of St. Therese of Lisieux, who has been my personal best friend among
the saints from way back. She hungered and thirsted after righteousness, and
this hunger bore her into the Carmelite cloister.
But there, she
found the way of this beatitude that is open to all of us, today, no matter
what the circumstances of our life may be. Namely, she never missed an
opportunity to do what is good, to deny herself, to make acts of faith, hope,
love for God. Her life in the Carmelite cloister was a very ordinary one,
really. She wasn’t much good at prayer, falling asleep in meditation. She was
singularly devoid of sensible mystical graces. And without those kinds of
graces, the life of a Carmelite is a fairly stark one: living in a drafty unheated
convent, cooped up for life with a bunch of people you didn’t exactly choose
and may not like, doing simple manual labor interspersed with long hours of (dry)
prayer in a freezing cold chapel.
She simply
chose to make the most of everything that happened to her. If she was sweeping
a floor, she swept it for love of Jesus. If a sister was unkind to her, she
received it with a smile for love of Jesus. If she had a bad cough (first sign
of the tuberculosis that would kill her at age 23) she offered it for love of Jesus.
I have been wondering about this one in recent days. I desire to be saintly but my thoughts and actions are imperfect. Through God's mercy my sins are forgiven. What about the imperfect fabric of my character - me? Yes my sins are forgiven but my sinful self?? I would not want to be hiding in the back row of heaven unable to be fully present. Perhaps the end off life is the end of the imperfect. Purgatory anyone? Comments.
ReplyDeleteLooks like Pope Francis read my question: (Teaching 10/30/13)
ReplyDelete“The Church, in its most profound truth, is a communion with God,” the Pope explained. “This relation between Jesus and the Father is the “matrix” of the bond between us Christians: if we are intimately inserted in this “matrix”, in this fiery furnace of love that is the Trinity, then we can become truly one heart and one soul, because the love of God purges our selfishness, our prejudices, our internal and external divisions.” The fruit of hope.
Yep. That's it!
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