Looking back at my last post it’s hard to believe I’ve gone two weeks without writing! Well, it’s been crazy-busy, and life has rarely been so good for me as it has these past few weeks and months… so no worries; when life gets busy, the blog takes a back seat to many other more important things.
While I was reading this Sunday’s scriptures, Paul’s familiar description of the church as the body of Christ showed up. I’ve heard this one many times, but this morning I took a closer look at it, and it’s interesting to see just how far our current reality is from his description. Here’s the part that I’m pondering, and I’ve highlighted the passages that strike me:
God put all the separate parts into the body on purpose. If all the parts were the same, how could it be a body? As it is, the parts are many but the body is one. The eye cannot say to the hand, ‘I do not need you’, nor can the head say to the feet, ‘I do not need you’. What is more, it is precisely the parts of the body that seem to be the weakest which are the indispensable ones; and it is the least honourable parts of the body that we clothe with the greatest care. So our more improper parts get decorated in a way that our more proper parts do not need. God has arranged the body so that more dignity is given to the parts which are without it, and that there may not be disagreements inside the body, but that each part may be equally concerned for all the others. If one part is hurt, all parts are hurt with it. If one part is given special honour, all parts enjoy it.
During my lifetime I’ve been a member of five different parishes, and though some have been better than others none of them really embraced this notion that the weakest members are the indispensable ones, that the least dignified deserve the most dignity, or that the least honorable receive the greatest care. I don’t think that it was intentional, but it seems that the weakest and least honorable often went unnoticed. It seems to me that our achievement-oriented society infiltrated the church and took our attention away from what God intended.
And then there’s the passage where Paul says God put all the various types of people into the church on purpose. The eccentrics, the liturgical perfectionists, the traditionalists who kneel when everyone else stands, the liberals who recite common prayers in a gender-neutral way when everyone else doesn’t, those who always come to mass late and leave early, the guy behind you who sings loud and clear and badly, the parents struggling to manage their young children, the uptight folks who scowl at anyone who disrupts their good time (particularly at big families), the people who sneak into the back pews out of shame or fear or trepidation but feel a longing to fill some deep need that being at church provides, and so on and so on. Make your own list - God put them all there on purpose. Their presence is not an accident, it’s not inappropriate, it’s not a nuisance, it is God’s purpose for them and for us.
I bet at mass this morning we’re going to sing ‘All Are Welcome’. It’s a nice song, but it usually makes me feel hypocritical.
A pure and simple realization: beings of opposite natures can unite in a concord of harmony.
St. Athanasius
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