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Sunday, December 24, 2006

The Post Of Christmas Past: On Hearing the Light

From last year, the post of Christmas Past for our Christmas present, updeitied with various quotes to meditate upon...

Religious ideas have the fate of melodies, which, once set afloat in the world, are taken up by all sorts of instruments, some woefully coarse, feeble or out of tune, until people are in danger of crying out that the melody itself is detestable. --George Eliot

Hearing is the central theological act of perception..., certainly here on earth [where] we must strive above all not so much to see (which is too akin to taking possession of what is seen) as to hear (which is to submit to what has been heard).... The beauty of hearing sounds is that sounds always remain ever evanescent and therefore ungraspable, even as they communicate. --Edward Oakes

The central question of so-called "apologetics" or "fundamental theology" is the question of perceiving form -- an aesthetic problem.... Whoever is is not capable of seeing and "reading" the form will, by the same token, fail to perceive the content. Whoever is not illumined by the form will see no light in the content either. --Hans Urs von Balthasar

Science takes us from the unknown to the known. Religion, properly understood, takes us from the darkness of the known to the light of the greater unknown. Not just any unknown, but into the mysterious heart of unknowable being. Here, life is not a riddle to be solved, but a mystery to be savored and enjoyed. Nothing can actually eliminate this living mystery, but it is possible to pass one's days in the bright light of the merely known, and thereby forego a life of deeper unKnowing.

Some 1500 years ago, the revealed religion of Christianity reached western China and met up with what might be the greatest natural religion, Taoism. The following is adapted from a wonderful ode to the mystery of the universal light and logos, written by someone named Jingjing in 8th century China, who spontaneously merged Taoism and Christianity, undoubtedly because, like me, he was a multi-undisciplinarian who didn't know any better:

"In the beginning was the natural constant, the true stillness of the Origin, and the primordial void of the Most High. The Spirit of the void emerged as the Most High Lord, moving in mysterious ways to enlighten the holy ones. He is Ye Su, my True Lord of the Void, who embodies the three subtle and wondrous bodies, and who was condemned to the cross so that the people of the four directions might be saved....

"My Lord Ye Su, the one emanating in three subtle bodies, hid His true power, became a human, and came on behalf of the Lord of Heaven to preach the good teachings. A Virgin gave birth to the Sacred in a dwelling in the Western Empire. The message was given to the Persians, who saw and followed the bright light to offer Him gifts....

"These teachings can restore goodness to sincere believers, deliver those living within the boundaries of the eight territories, refine the dust and transform it into truth, reveal the gate of the three constants, lead us to life, and destroy death. The teachings of the Religion of Light are like the resplendent sun: they have the power to dissolve the dark realm and destroy evil forever.

"The Lord set afloat the raft of salvation and compassion so that we might use it to ascend to the palace of light and be united with Spirit.... He left twenty-seven books of scriptures to inspire our spirit, He revealed the workings of the Origin, and he gave us the method of purification by water. Thus we purify our hearts and return to the simple and natural Way of the truth. This truth cannot be named, but its power surpasses all expectations. When forced to give it a name, we call it the Religion of Light."

So even if you do it just once a year, take this day to be like Jingjing, do your verticalisthenics, and open your heart, your mind, and your life, to the Light, Love and Mystery of existence. You'd be surprised what you can learn by unKnowing.

If you can for awhile but cease from all your own thinking and willing, you shall hear the unspeakable words of God. -- Jakob Behme

The birth of the Word is death for the ego.... From the viewpoint of temporal flow, the end of our spiritual destiny is really an origin and spirituality is therefore a return to the beginning, a veritable re-ascent of time back to its non-temporal source. -- Jean Borella

Then came, at a predetermined moment, a moment in time
and of time,
A moment not out of time, but in time, in what we call history:
transecting, bisecting the world of time, a moment in time
but not like a moment of time,
A moment in time but time was made through that moment:
for without the meaning there is no time, and that moment
of time gave the meaning...

And when we have built an altar to the Invisible Light, we may
set thereon the little lights for which our bodily vision is made.
And we thank Thee that darkness reminds us of light.
O Light Invisible, we give Thee thanks for Thy great glory!
. --T.S. Eliot

Guide us to that topmost height of mystic lore which surpasses light and more than surpasses knowledge, where the simple, absolute, and unchangeable mysteries of heavenly Truth lie hidden in the dazzling obscurity of the secret Silence, outshining all brilliance with the intensity of of their darkness, and surcharging our blinded intellects with the utterly impalpable and invisible fairness of glories which exceed all beauty. --Dionysios the Areopagite

Return you soul to its upright position and extinguish all (me)mories, we're in for a promised landing. Touching down in shantitown, reset your chronescapes and preprayer for arrisall! --Petey the Merciful, the Compassionate, the Evasive

*****
In my mind, I'm sailing with Ben:

What's below deck, in Ben's kitchen?

Mmmmm, dog food.

Perfect. I can see Santa, but he can't see me:

24 comments:

  1. Bob's post just made me think of Silent Night...

    Silent night, holy night
    All is calm, all is bright
    Round yon Virgin Mother and Child
    Holy Infant so tender and mild
    Sleep in heavenly peace
    Sleep in heavenly peace

    Silent night, holy night!
    Shepherds quake at the sight
    Glories stream from heaven afar
    Heavenly hosts sing Alleluia!
    Christ, the Saviour is born
    Christ, the Saviour is born

    Silent night, holy night
    Son of God, love's pure light
    Radiant beams from Thy holy face
    With the dawn of redeeming grace
    Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth
    Jesus, Lord, at Thy birth

    To paraphrase Fr. Guido Sarducci - Peace on all of you (my brothers and sisters in Christ)!

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  2. Here's an additional memorable quote, from an anonymous churchgoer who wrote this in Old St. Paul's Churc in Baltimore in 1692--

    DESIDERATA

    GO PLACIDLY AMID THE NOISE & HASTE, & REMEMBER WHAT peace there may be in silence. As far as possible without surrender, be on good terms with all persons. Speak your truth quietly and clearly; and listen to others, even the dull & ignorant; they too have their story. *** Avoid loud & aggressive persons, they are vexations to the spirit. If you compare yourself with others, you may become vain & bitter; for always there will be greater & lesser persons than yourself. Enjoy your achievements as well as your plans. (*) Keep interested in your own career, however humble; it is a real possession in the changing fortunes of time. Exercise caution in your business affairs; for the world is full of trickery. But let this not blind you to what virtue there is; many persons strive for high ideals; and everywhere life is full of heroism...

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  3. Poems in the spirit of Christmas unKnowing -



    SILENCE

    he who grasps for the silence,

    loses it;

    silence cannot

    find him.

    he who lets go,

    falls;

    silence catches him

    in the air.

    only he who is silent

    knows silence;

    only silence knows

    Itself.

    and the angel said:

    creation did not

    thunder forth;

    It was whispered

    out of the Silence.

    the fingers that spun

    the Word’s infinity

    drew ink from

    the well of Silence.

    silence rests in the

    urn of the heart;

    do not seek its center

    for its center is everywhere.

    and the angel said:

    within the starry universe

    of the manger:

    the Silence of

    ten billion suns -


    CELEBRATE

    I celebrate

    The me that is outside myself,

    Effortless, swift

    In the horn of night,

    Conjuring angels from the lamp light -



    I celebrate

    The me that wakes in the dream

    Like Jonah awakening

    In the whale-womb,

    Wise infant in a blue cocoon -



    I celebrate

    The silence that falls through me

    Like a shout falling from the sky

    Like the silence a moment before

    Existence leapt from Nothing’s door –

    c. wcm 12/06

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  4. Holy words long preserved
    for our walk in this world,
    Oh let the ancient words impart
    Courage, peace, a loving heart.

    Words of Life, words of Hope
    Give us strength, help us cope
    In this world, where e'er we roam
    Ancient words will guide us Home.

    CHORUS:
    Ancient words ever true
    Changing me, and changing you.
    Oh let the ancient words impart
    A moving, quick incisive dart.

    Holy words of our Faith
    Handed down to this age.
    Came to us through sacrifice
    Oh heed the faithful words of Christ.

    Holy words long preserved
    For our walk in this world.
    Courage, peace, a loving heart
    Oh let the ancient words impart.

    CHORUS x4
    A moving, quick incisive dart
    Oh let the ancient words impart.

    Ancient Words
    (Michael W. Smith)

    This one gets me everytime I hear it: a quick incisive dart.

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  5. You know the funny, ironic, and perhaps sad thing is that I am fully with you on this post, Bob. Beautifully said.

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  6. Joyful

    Blessed

    Christ's Birthday

    Celebration

    All

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  7. On this, the last Sunday of Advent and Christmas Eve, my favorite hymn of the season:

    People, look east.
    The time is near
    Of the crowning of the year.
    Make your house fair as you are able,
    Trim the hearth and set the table.
    People, look east and sing today:
    Love, the Guest, is on the way.

    Furrows, be glad.
    Though earth is bare,
    One more seed is planted there:
    Give up your strength the seed to nourish,
    That in course the flower may flourish.
    People, look east and sing today:
    Love, the Rose, is on the way.

    Birds, though you long have ceased to build,
    Guard the nest that must be filled.
    Even the hour when wings are frozen
    God for fledging time has chosen.
    People, look east and sing today:
    Love, the Bird, is on the way.

    Stars, keep the watch.
    When night is dim
    One more light the bowl shall brim,
    Shining beyond the frosty weather,
    Bright as sun and moon together.
    People, look east and sing today:
    Love, the Star, is on the way.

    Angels, announce with shouts of mirth
    Christ who brings new life to earth.
    Set every peak and valley humming
    With the word, the Lord is coming.
    People, look east and sing today:
    Love, the Lord, is on the way.

    -Eleanor Farjeon

    A blessed Christmas to you all.

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  8. Integralist:

    You know the not funny, not ironic, and certainly not sad thing is that those of us who believe in Prayer, are doing just so for you. Never forget that.

    Merry Christmas

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  9. Ximeze, are you going to pray for my sins?

    How sweet.

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  10. Integralist:

    Nope.

    Your sins are between you & God, nothing to do with me.

    I pray that you get touched by that "quick incisive dart".

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  11. Merry Christmas, all -

    from me and fergus the cat

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  12. Here's to everyone at OC.
    May your Christmas be joy and magic.

    JWM

    (poking cat in the ribs) Oh, yeah. Booger says(yawn- whatever) from me too.

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  13. Bob-
    Thanks for the post, and humorous pics!

    Will-
    I celebrate your most excellent poetry!

    Merry Christmas to you all!!!

    Oscar is busy begging for his gift, before it spoils, or he would be howling a Merry Christmas as well.

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  14. thanks, Ben, and may the Light in the night be with you always.

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  15. Bob, and Crew,
    Y'all have had quite an impact in my house over the past few months. Lot's of liveliness, and loveliness. It's really been a pleasure!

    Merry Christmas !

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  16. snowy christmas eve
    candles light the chapel steps
    let me take your coat

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  17. God bless you and your's,

    and thank you for you blog. i have much to learn. and enjoy doing so, my friend.

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  18. robinstarfish:

    A superb Haiku.
    You favor us too seldom.
    Please write a few more.

    JWM

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  19. Peace on Earth,
    Goodwill toward men.

    ***

    I'd like to share my favorite Santa song, and you'd have to know me to know how much a Michael W Smith song would suit me. But this one just speaks to the mom and wife in me, knowing well the men in my life have this "perfect little boy" inside them:

    Last night I dreamed I was kid again
    All the things I used to do I went and did again
    Spent the afternoon with my best and closest friend
    Wanderin' through the days we thought would never end
    It was back when I'd still get things from Santa Claus
    Back when he believed in me and overlooked the flaws
    That can grow inside until it hides the perfect little boy inside the man

    I'm not a kid anymore, but I still believe that those miracles occur
    That's not something up his sleeve
    And that the reindeer pull the sleigh and the elves still make the toys
    Santa gives away to all the girls and boys

    Tonight I'll climb back in that bed again
    Try to live out all my dreams inside my head again
    After Christmas Eve with my best and closest friend
    Who still believes the world's greatest dad just tucked him in
    And I know that he'll be looking out for Santa Claus
    And I'm sure beyond a doubt he'll overlook the flaws
    That will grow inside until it hides this perfect little boy inside a man

    I'm not a kid anymore and I still believe that miracles occur
    That's not something up his sleeve
    And that the reindeer pull the sleigh and the elves do make the toys
    Santa gives away to all the girls and boys.

    _Clint Black

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  20. Not to whiz on anyone's parade or anything, but "Desiderata," the poem, was written by Max Ehrmann in 1927; the rector of St. Paul's Church included it in a handout to his congregation in the 1960s, and eventually the credits became obscured.

    Les Crane's 1971 audio recording (Warner Bros. 7520) is credited correctly.

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  21. garden gnome

    Sigh.....

    You may think yourself well placed, out there all alone in your dark tangle of leaves.
    Being made of stone has made you very, yery cold.

    Our lovely robinstarfish had you in mind when this was penned:

    snowy christmas eve
    candles light the chapel steps
    let me take your coat

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  22. My offering, if you please:

    That glorious form, that light insufferable,
    And that far-beaming blaze of majesty,
    Wherewith He wont at heaven's high council table,
    To sit the midst of Trinal Unity,
    He laid aside; and here with us to be,
    Forsook the courts of everlasting day, and chose with us a darksome house of clay. (John Milton)

    "On hearing the light..."

    Thanks all for all.

    Merry Christmas!

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  23. G-BOB:

    Our Fearless Vice-Overlord: MERRY CHRISTMAS TO YOU and YOUR FAMILY and ESPECIALLY LITTLE GAG-BOY!! My soul Thanks You, for the unique person you are, for your faithfulness, for all you share with us here. You have The Gift that keeps on giving, and keeps us "going" forward! Thank you for reminding us of exquisite Balance, Sanity, Spirituality and Center, that we may BE In and give from, to the World.

    I have a Book of Hymns & Carols, that I traditionally read and sing from on Christmas Eve and Christmas Morning:

    Here is one of my Favorites for Christmas Eve:

    "What Star is This,
    Which Burns so Bright?"

    "What Star is this, which burns so bright,
    More lovely than the noonday light?
    'Tis sent to announce a newborn King,
    Glad tidings of our God to bring."

    "'Tis now fulfilled what God decreed,
    'From Jacob shall a Star proceed';
    And Lo! the Eastern sages stand
    to read in Heaven, the Lord's command."

    "While outward signs the Star displays
    An inward Light the Lord conveys,
    And urges them, with force benign,
    To seek the Giver of the Sign."

    "True love can brook no dull delay;
    Nor toil, nor dangers stop their way
    Home, kindred, fatherland and all
    They leave at their Creator's call."

    "O, while the Star of Heavenly grace
    Invites us, Lord, to seek Thy face,
    May we no more that Grace repel,
    Or quench that Light which shines so well!"

    "To God the Father, God the Son,
    And Holy Spirit, Three in One,
    May every tongue and nation raise
    An endless song of thankful praise!"
    -Unknown-

    And this is one of my Favorites on Christmas Morning:

    "Christmas Morning Music"

    "Music I love but ne'er a strain
    Could kindle raptures so divine,
    So grief assuage, so conquer pain,
    And rouse this pensive heart of mine,
    As that we hear on Christmas Morn,
    Upon the wintry breezes borne."

    "Though darkness still her empire keep,
    And hours must pass, ere morning break;
    From troubled dreams, or slumbers deep
    That music kindly bids us wake:
    It calls us, with an Angel's voice:
    To Wake, to Worship and Rejoice!"

    "To Greet with Joy the Glorious Morn,
    Which Angels welcomed long ago,
    When our Redeeming Lord was born
    To bring the Light of Heaven below;
    The powers of darkness to dispel
    And rescue men from Death and Hell."

    "While listening to that sacred strain
    My raptured Spirit soars so high;
    I seem to hear those songs again
    Resounding through the open sky,
    That kindled such divine delight,
    In those who watched their flocks by night."

    "With them, I celebrate His birth;
    Glory to God, in highest Heaven,
    Goodwill to men, and Peace on Earth,
    To Us a Savior King is given;
    Our God is come to claim His Own,
    And satan's power is overthrown!"

    "A sinless God, for sinful men
    Descends to suffer and to bleed,
    Hell must renounce its empire then;
    The price is paid, the world is freed,
    And satan's self must now confess,
    That Christ has earned a right to bless."

    "Now holy peace may smile from Heaven,
    Heavenly Truth from Earth shall spring:
    The captives chains and bonds are riven
    For our Redeemer is Our King;
    And He that gave His blood for men
    Will lead us home to God again."

    For All My New Friends and Bobbleheads Dear:
    May You Have A VERY MERRY CHRISTMAS!! and A JOYOUS NEW YEAR!!

    + PsychoPrincess +

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  24. Love's pure light shines here on One Cosmos for which my gratitude leaves me sans logos. Merry Christmas Bobbleheads all, you all make it easy to love.

    Whaddaya think, did Santa make it to Gagboy? Did he see him? Did he hear the reindeer?

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I cannot talk about anything without talking about everything. --Chesterton

Fundamentally there are only three miracles: existence, life, intelligence; with intelligence, the curve springing from God closes on itself like a ring that in reality has never been parted from the Infinite. --Schuon

The quest, thus, has no external 'object,' but is reality itself becoming luminous for its movement from the ineffable, through the Cosmos, to the ineffable. --Voegelin

A serious and good philosophical work could be written consisting entirely of jokes. --Wittgenstein