Advent is the season of the seed: Christ loved
this symbol of the seed. The seed, He said, is the Word of God sown in the
human heart. “The kingdom of Heaven is like to a grain of mustard seed.” “So is
the Kingdom of God as if a man should cast seed into the earth.” Even his own
life-blood: “Unless the seed falling into the earth die, how shall the earth be
sown?”
The Advent, the seed of the world’s life, was
hidden in our Lady. Like the wheat seed in the earth, the Bread of Life was in
her. Like the golden harvest in the darkness of the earth, the glory of God was
shrined in her darkness.
Advent is the season of the secret, the secret
of the growth of Christ, of Divine Love growing in silence. It is the season of
humility, silence, and growth.
For nine months Christ grew in his Mother’s
body. By His own will she formed Him from herself, from the simplicity of her daily
life. She had nothing to give Him but herself. He asked for nothing else. She
gave Him herself.
Working, eating, sleeping, she was forming His
body from hers. His flesh and blood. From her humanity she gave Him His
humanity. Walking in the streets of Nazareth to do her shopping, to visit her
friends, she set His feet on the path of Jerusalem. Washing, weaving, kneading,
sweeping, her hands prepared his hands for the nails. Every beat of her heart
gave him his heart to love with, his heart to be broken by love.
All her experience of the world about her was
gathered to Christ growing in her. Looking upon the flowers she gave Him human
sight. Talking with her neighbours, she gave him a human voice. The voice we
still hear in the silence of souls saying, “Consider the lilies of the field.”
Sleeping in her still room she gave him the
sleep of the child in the cradle, the sleep of the young man rocked in the
storm tossed boat. Breaking and eating the bread, drinking the wine of the
country, she gave Him His flesh and blood; she prepared the Host for the Mass.
Caryll Houselander, The Reed of God
Reflection – Today and tomorrow I will offer reflections
from this magnificent book by this great Englishwoman, a contemporary mystic
who wrote the above words while bombs dropped on London during the war. Her
insights into the power of Christ to transform every aspect of our humanity
need to be heard against that backdrop of the Blitz and its terrors and
privations.
We read
this book almost every year during Advent for our communal spiritual reading
after lunch – it has become as much a part of our Advent traditions as the
wreath and the Nicholas cookies. Since today is the ‘normal’ date for the feast
of the Immaculate Conception, and tomorrow is its deferred celebration on our
liturgical calendar, I thought I would share some of Houselander’s thoughts
here.
Her
description of Our Lady’s pregnancy is, on one level, the simple objective fact
of pregnancy. Any mother, anywhere, at any time, has entered this mystery, and
what a mystery it is. That one human being, a woman, can fashion within her
being another human being, that the shaping and nurturing of a human life, made
in God’s image and likeness, made to live in immortal and eternal splendour,
happens in the hiddenness and darkness of the womb of a woman—already this is
holy ground, and yet it is holy ground that billions of ordinary women, and the
men who love and cherish them, have traversed since the beginning of the human
race.
But of
course, this Baby who Mary is shaping and fashioning is not only made in God’s
image, but is God, is not only destined for eternal glory, but already is the eternal glory of the Father. And
so a mystery is introduced into humanity that is meant to implicate the lives
of every person who receives Christ, male or female, makes all of our lives a
holy mystery before which we should fall prostrate if we had eyes to see it
even slightly.
Every human
being who is in a state of grace (and we cannot know for certain with anyone if
this is the case or not) is shaping Christ within themselves. Or, rather, the
Holy Spirit is shaping Christ within this person. And it is precisely through
the concrete events of the day that this shaping is occurring. The joys we
delight in, the work we labor at, the love we offer, the pain and anguish we
endure: all is meant to shape Christ within us, become His joy, His work, His
love, His passion—in us.
The season
of the secret—well, Advent and the coming of Christ to you and me is certainly
a well-kept secret. A secret kept from us as much as from anyone else. It’s
probably for the best – if we could see what Christ was doing with our frail,
pale lives, we would probably be so paralyzed with astonishment and awe that we’d
be unable to get out of bed in the morning.
But it is
so – our whole Catholic faith bears united witness to this. Our Lady, being
immaculate, cooperated fully and perfectly with this shaping of Christ from our
humanity, and so we have what we have—the perfect Incarnation of God through
the fiat of a human creature and the
action of the Spirit.
We know it’s a bit messier with us—our yes and our no
mingle together in a way that makes it all much more difficult. But it is so,
nonetheless. This is what every ‘yes’ we say effects; this is the whole action
of God in us, to make Christ take shape in our lives so that our lives become
His, and His becomes ours, and the glory and love of God can shine forth in us
and the world be blessed, and our own lives made secure for eternal joy and
light.
I knew it.
ReplyDeleteThere must be a reason it is was so hard to get out of my warm bed this morning.