Tips for Keeping Scripture "Living and Active"

In the last post, we reflected on how easy it is to skim over or not give our full attention to Scriptures that we feel are familiar or maybe even boring.  But each time we do this, we give up an opportunity to encounter something “living and active” (Heb. 4:12) that can change our perspective and our relationship with God.  St. Jerome, a true lover of holy writ, insightfully pointed out that while the faithful are appalled when a crumb of the Eucharistic Bread falls to the floor, we frequently let God’s Word – which is also the body and blood of Christ – fall past our ears without even noticing.

 

In the next several posts, I’d like to share a few ideas for bringing Scripture to life each time you read or hear it.

 

 Tip #1:  Read out loud.

When we read the Bible to ourselves, it is all too easy to skim over words, phrases, or sentences – without even realizing it.  If you read out loud – slowly – you will probably notice things you never noticed before.  One day when my oldest daughter was about six, she decided she wanted to help me prepare for a lecture.  I was studying the symbolism of blood in the Old Testament and was about to read Exodus 24:1-8, so I asked her to read it out loud to me.  You can imagine that a six-year-old would have trouble with some of the biblical vocabulary.  As she read slowly, sounding out some words as best she could, I had no choice but to listen to every word and phrase in slow motion.  And I couldn’t believe the amazing details in the passage (I’ll never forget the “basins” of blood!).  You should check it out!  Slowly!

The Two-Edged Sword

Indeed, the word of God is living and active, sharper than any two-edged sword, piercing until it divides soul from spirit, joints from marrow; it is able to judge the thoughts and intentions of the heart (Heb. 4:12).

 

There are stories and passages in Scripture that are so familiar to us that we tend to categorize them in the “been there done that” file in our minds.  When we hear them at Mass, we tune out with a mental note to “check back in” when we hear the concluding words, “The Word of the Lord.”  If we come across these passages when reading on our own, we’re tempted to skim over them, or give them a meaningless, cursory read.  We want something to give us new insight; those familiar passages seem “worn out.”

 

But occasionally we get blindsided by familiar things.  I love it when a passage I think I’ve read or heard or studied a hundred times divulges something completely new.  It takes me down a notch, and I realize that I’ve taken for granted something that is living and active, something that has the ability to pierce, to divide joints from marrow, and soul from spirit (Heb. 4:12).  Something I thought was lifeless for me actually re-animates me in some way.

 

You know that amazing feeling you get when you find out something new about your spouse or an old friend?  I’ll never forget how delighted I was to hear the story of how a sweet, even-tempered friend of mine was so determined not to go to school on her first day of Kindergarten that she gripped the doorframes of her home and made her mom pry her fingers away and carry her to the car kicking and screaming.  I certainly saw my friend in a different light after hearing that story.  “Sweet and even-tempered” became “sweet and even-tempered with a seriously stubborn side.”  And every time I find out something new about my husband (which is about once a week), I realize that the people we think we know best will always – always – have more to reveal.  We sell them short when we think we have them “figured out.”  We run the same risk when we dismiss the familiar Words of God.

 

Karl Rahner described our experience of God as one of “inexhaustible intelligibility.”  Whether here or in eternity, there is always more to know about God.  And when we learn new things about God, we change, our relationship with him changes – just as my relationship with my friend shifts ever-so-slightly each time I learn something new about her.  Scripture is a part of this “inexhaustible” process of knowing God and of being changed by him, of moving closer to him and him to us, close enough to pierce the “joints and marrow”, the very fibers of our being.

 

So next time your mind glazes over as you hear or read a familiar Bible text, ask God to show you something new.  It is his Word after all, and it is alive.

 

Agony in the Garden

The Agony in the Garden is a remarkable piece of the Passion of Christ.  It is poised between his life and his death – between the Last Supper and the Way of the Cross.  Here we have a story that sends a chill down our spines when we read it – first, because the suffering of Christ touches us.  But we are also disturbed by the passage because it touches something very close to home for each one of us.  The agony of Christ is a familiar struggle – between life and death, between his will and the will of the Father, between the past and the future.

 

Only Luke uses the word “agony” (sometimes translated “anguish”) in his account of the scene at Gethsemane:  “In his anguish, he prayed more earnestly” (Lk. 22:44; NRSV).  The Greek word here is agonia – its original meaning carried the connotation of the athlete’s struggle, conjuring images of a determined runner on his last legs, or the physical and mental pressures faced by a competitive wrestler.  Reflecting this meaning, one Lukan scholar gives a literal translation of the passage as:  “Entering the struggle, he continued to pray even more eagerly” (Luke Timothy Johnson, Sacra Pagina).  Does this athlete struggle up a sweat?  Yes, he does – “and his sweat became like great drops of blood, falling on the ground” (22:44).

 

The agonia of Christ in the Garden offers us a meditation on all kinds of human struggles.  Jesus was not only experiencing the very human dread of suffering and death.  He also faced the “sleepiness” of friends in the midst of his anxiety, the betrayal of one close to him, and the impending desertion of the rest.  Thus he was not only facing death but utter loneliness.  And certainly, in expectation of his death, he naturally looked back at his life – an exercise that in all of its humanity must have included questions and conflict (we know, for example, that Jesus felt conflicted about leaving his followers behind; see Jn. 17:12-15).  Finally, Jesus was clearly being crushed in the all-too-familiar crucible of discernment between his own will in that moment and the eternal will of the Father. 

 

The command of Christ – “Follow me!” – includes walking with him to Gethsemane.  It is a place we go before every Golgotha of our lives.  It is the place of inner turmoil and agonia.  Here we struggle with him, and we watch him, to see what he does and imitate him.  We see him throw himself to the ground and lie in the dirt of the Garden.  Isolated by the sleepiness of his friends, he turns all the more earnestly to the Father.  He prays fervently and honestly.  And the Father, who never deserts his children, does not change the past nor does he remove the trajectory of suffering from his Son’s life.  But he sends an angel to minister to him, and he gives to his Son a resolute spirit.  Here in the Garden, Jesus is strengthened to do what he is called to do, to go where he is called to go, to drink from the cup the Father has given him.   We see him arise from prayer ready to face the hour at hand.  He awakens his friends with a renewed calm and a serene acceptance of his situation:  “My betrayer is at hand.”

 

Our own betrayers are probably not human foes.  We are more likely to simply feel betrayed by the natural circumstances of life – illness, loneliness, failed relationships, financial distress, the death of a loved one, anxiety over our children, the burden of old wounds that won’t heal.  When we carry these burdens, we really have no choice but to follow the Master to the Garden and allow the agonia to play out.  And if we follow him closely, we throw ourselves to the ground and pray honestly.  We accept the quiet comfort the Father offers, rise with a resolute spirit, and drink deeply from the cups that do not pass.

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For my full article on The Garden as a Place of Agony written for The Bible Today, click here.

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 The account of Jesus’ struggle at Gethsemane/Mount of Olives is found in Mt. 26:36-46, Mk. 14:32-42, and Lk. 22:39-46.  John’s Gospel refers to Jesus’ presence in the garden at the time of his arrest but does not narrate Jesus’ anguish (though at his arrest he uses similar language, saying to Peter, “Am I not to drink the cup that the Father has given me?” Jn. 18:11).

Content with Weaknesses

Several days ago on a long drive to visit a friend, I was thinking about my voice and how I wish it was louder.  I was thinking about Mariah Carey and how she belts out a tune, and how I always wished I could sing like her.  That made me start thinking about how it would also be nice to look like Jennifer Lopez.  And keep house like Martha Stewart.  All with the heart of Mother Teresa. 

 

I don’t usually hear voices in my head, but somewhere in my consciousness I heard a divine chuckle.  And in the laughter, I heard a truth.  For some reason, our God is very comfortable with human weakness.  Have you noticed how he likes small things (“Unless you change and become like children….” Mt. 18:3), broken things (“Those who are well have no need of a physician….” Lk. 5:31), things that in some way must die before they can fully live (“Worthy is the Lamb who was slain!” Rev. 5:12)?  This is a God who creates greatness in ordinary things (“You are only a man!” Jn. 10:33) and who requires of his people a similar way of thinking (“The last shall be first, and the first shall be last.” Mt. 20:16).

 

St. Paul claimed that he boasted of his weaknesses.  He did this because he believed they placed him where he rightfully belonged – on the cross of Jesus.  Is it possible that the things we perceive as weaknesses or failings are actually the things that bind us most closely to the Holy One?  Our weaknesses, our sins, our problems and burdens – yes, they make us small, ordinary, broken.  But they are how we learn about dying and rising, about surrender, about needing a savior, and about what it truly means to be loved.

 

I will never look or sound like a celebrity.  And I will never be worthy to unbuckle the sandal of Mother Teresa much less aspire to her heart!  Like you, I have many things about myself that I would like to change (some more shallow than others!).  But I don’t perceive these things – even my serious weaknesses that are much more than skin-deep – as rotten parts of myself.  Rather they are the part of my humanity that still awaits transformation, they are my emptiness yet to be filled.  They are an invitation to God to be with me, because I know I am not whole by myself.

 

“So, I will boast all the more gladly of my weaknesses, so that the power of Christ may dwell in me.  Therefore I am content with weaknesses, insults, hardships, persecutions, and calamities for the sake of Christ; for whenever I am weak, then I am strong” (2 Cor. 12:9-10).

Lessons of the Trees #3: Trust

There is a passage in the book of the prophet Jeremiah that once you’ve read or heard it, you never forget.  It has that kind of imagery.  It is an image of a tree that grows near enough to a river that its roots grow and stretch toward the life-giving waters, receiving all the sustenance it needs to weather any drought and bear fruit in any season.  Jeremiah personifies the tree – it “does not fear” and “it is not anxious.” 

 

The tree is a metaphor for those who trust God.  Like the tree, they are well-placed.  They need only “send out their roots” to reap the benefits of the waters, which flow unceasingly from the One who refreshes the soul.  Reaching out for those waters – it stretches us – it is uncomfortable.  We are tentative at first.  But when we begin to feel the cooling effects of the river, we are soothed and encouraged.  Our roots reach ever farther, deeper into the soil where there is always plenty of water in reserve, farther toward the river where waters flow freely.

 

This is the nature of trust.  It is a slow growth which roots us deeply in the one we depend on.  At first we are unsure, but when we discover that our reaching out never leaves us dry or parched, then, when the drought comes and the heat pelts us, we can stand tall and stoic, our roots soaking up the life-saving waters.  We discover that we not only weather hostile conditions – but that in the end we may even flourish. 

 

The Cross of Jesus was one of these well-placed trees.  Here trust played out between a Father and Son, between human and divine, between a dying thing and the Author of all life.  Faced with drought and ruin, roots reached deeply into fertile soil and drank abundantly from the river of God.  And in the fertile conditions of trust, the dead wood of the Cross again sprouted green leaves, and bore the first-fruits of eternal life!


Blessed are those who trust in the Lord,
   whose trust is the Lord.
They shall be like a tree planted by water,
   sending out its roots by the stream.
It shall not fear when heat comes,
   and its leaves shall stay green;
in the year of drought it is not anxious,
   and it does not cease to bear fruit (Jer. 17:7-8).