Eastering on the edge

Eastering on the edge

It’s Easter and family, as well as friends who feel like family, are coming for lunch. At some time during the meal and the chatter I will be briefly but     aware of missing faces –  loved family members who once had a seat at the table, children, and their children, who live far away and the one or two who usually choose to absent themselves from  family gatherings. It’s a joyful occasion, being together for a few hours, not long enough really for relationship cracks to show. Because the cracks are there and all joy is tempered with regrets and loss.

There will be some family stories at our Easter lunch but I’m guessing there will be no mention of the Christ we are actually celebrating. We are a long way from the first Christians, gathered around a table set with bread and wine, telling their stories of Jesus over and over again. The shared pain of losing Jesus and the joy of his presence in memories of him gave them strength and connectedness to take back to their daily lives. I wonder how soon after his death did his followers carry out Jesus’ request, “Do this in memory of me”? 

My family, and I suspect many other families, don’t speak that language any more. Somehow, amid our must-have technology we’ve lost the religious and symbolic language we need to grasp the mysterious reality of the death and resurrection of Jesus.  Chocolate bunnies don’t exactly fill the gap. Yet we are constantly reading each other’s Good Friday and Easter Sunday stories.

There won’t be an adult person sitting at my table this Easter who hasn’t experienced pain, grief, rejection, maybe even despair. They are familiar with joy and the vague ache that comes with it, that desire to stay in the moment, the deep down voice that says, “But wait, there’s more”. 

There’s a God pull in all our deaths and resurrections but we seem to have forgotten how to decipher God- language.  We don’t know how to read God in our own stories. Even when we share them with a friend or partner or put them on Facebook for all to see, it’s never quite enough. Two thousand years of institutional structures and wordiness have turned faith into religion, and it’s a poor substitute.

I will place a growing plant on the dinner table along with the chocolate Easter eggs and remember Jesus’ earthy words about seeds and dying and new life bursting out of that dying.  We may not be celebrating with bread and wine, but the substitutes will be enjoyed. The talk will tumble around the table and there will be laughter and a renewed appreciation and tolerance of each other. And I will know that Jesus is a guest at my table.

May you find splinters of peace amid the complexities of your Easter.

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Words from the Edge is going to take a break for a few months while I concentrate on a  book I’m trying  to write – working title, Everyday Mystics.

Some years ago I read these words attributed to Jesuit Karl Rahner: “In the days ahead, a Christian will either be a mystic or nothing at all.” I was of the opinion that mystic was a churchy kind of word, applicable to women and men who lived in convents and monasteries and prayed day and night. But as I learnt more about religious spirituality I gradually began to understand that this isn’t so. Mysticism is not book knowledge of religion, it’s not tagging along with an expert’s take on things mystical, but it’s trusting the value of one’s own inner experience.

Now I am trying to write a book that might go a little way in liberating words traditionally used to talk about spirituality and mysticism, both religious and new-age, and replace them with language that feels at home at the kitchen table, using words and experiences that tap into the reader’s own,

I began writing it early in 2019, but it’s been sitting at the halfway-stage for months now. I could blame Covid 19 for the delay but that wouldn’t be quite honest. Now I’m going to give it another go and I’d appreciate your prayerful support. If you feel so inclined, maybe you could share with me your experience of the mystic that you hide in your everyday.

Judith Scully  

6 Replies to “Eastering on the edge”

  1. Thank you for this reflection Judith. It certainly resonated strongly with my experience.

    Sending you blessings for Easter and for your forthcoming book. It sounds wonderful.

    Warm regards, Marie Milne

    Jamberoo

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  2. Thank you so much for your reflection Judith … I so resonated with it with regard to family. As to the mystic in me, I would describe those little spurts of joy I feel deep within, even in dark times as an encounter with Divine Love.

  3. Thank your for this Easter reflection Judith. It has a familiar feeling for me especially when I think of family gatherings. I really like the title of your forthcoming book and look forward to its publication. You will certainly be kept in prayer for its progress. Easter joys and blessings to you and your loved ones! Eugennie

  4. Judith, as always your words resonate with me and I thank you for those words.
    I wish you well with your book writing. You have always inspired me to find more in my life. Happy Easter and enjoy the conversations around the table.

  5. Dear Judith

    I hope yesterday was wonder-ful and that today is restful! And that you found at least splinters of peace… I think everyone’s Eastering on the edge – and I love that title.

    I just want to acknowledge your decision re suspending Words from the Edge to concentrate on the book. I’m sure now that ideas for Words from the Edge will pop by regularly!

    I intend to reflect on my experience of the mystic that I hide in my everyday … and I convene a group of about 15 Dominican Associates (mostly ladies older than I am and a few Sisters) and I could ask them to consider too…no guarantees that you will receive anything…

    Blessings on this God-work – I hope creating the space gives you new momentum,

    Tracey

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