Rev. Dr. Ruth Patterson has worked for peace and reconciliation in Northern Ireland. In CAC’s journal ONEING, she characterizes our life’s journey as a return to a knowledge of God’s love and acceptance:
The mythical wisdom of the ancients reminds us of the sense of wonder at the beginning of time when all was innocence, nothing yet wounded. The garden was tended by the woman and the man. They lived in harmony with each other and with creation. And every day they walked with God in the cool of evening, the time of intimacy and communion. Adam and Eve had no idea what they would lose when they decided to do it their own way.
It’s the journey of each of us, isn’t it? I do believe that we come from God and are returning to God, but we need a softening of the heart in order to see again and find our way home. I know of no way for hearts to be softened other than by a combination of love and suffering. Somewhere along the way, because of life experience, we get cracked or broken. We often lose our way, but in the mystery of the grace and mercy of God, it is that very cracking that becomes our salvation, our way to discover again what we once “knew” but have “forgotten.” We become aware of an aching for Eden, a homesickness that knows that the only way back is through, by the way of dispossession, of no ecstasy, of ignorance. A bit like the treasure hidden in the field or the priceless pearl.…
This longing inevitably leads to an expulsion from the false Eden and a pilgrimage that goes by the way of dispossession. Such a journey is not for the faint-hearted but for those who, in the words of Leonard Cohen, are willing to forget their perfect offering. They begin to see that the cracks are gift. The wounds of the journey allow the light to shine through. The softening of the heart welcomes the diversity that its Creator proclaims is good. Out of uncertainty, not knowing, vulnerability, and openness, they become the mercy-givers, the peacemakers, the light-bearers. With them, there is always more….
The way back to Eden, the space between “paradise lost” and “paradise regained,” the place where we live our lives, can be one of great love and great suffering, of newfound humility and awe. It can also be a return to wonder … to the movement or the dance of belonging and becoming. It is the place where we laugh and cry and sing. It is the place where we risk taking off our shoes. It is the place of ever-increasing awareness. This is the way in which we “are not” and along which we, and even I, may dance with joy. As it was in the beginning, is now, and ever shall be. Amen.
References:
Ruth Patterson, “Pink Rabbits and Dispossession,” ONEING: Innocence 3, no. 2 (2015), 25, 26, 27. Available in print and PDF download.
Image credit and inspiration: Abishek Rana, untitled (detail), 2020, photo, Unsplash. Click here to enlarge image. A serpent in a garden invites us to pause. We are reminded that maturing means discerning between venom and challenge. Can we step from innocence into experience—while being held in intimate relationship with God?
Story from Our Community:
I appreciate this week’s meditations on the beginner’s mind. When we get older, sometimes we think we finally have it right—until God shows us once again that our schema is a little off, that things are not quite what we thought. When we lay down old thoughts and ways and embrace more accurate ideas, we continue to learn. I am grateful for this community of learners. By God’s grace, I continue to learn and grow and change my understanding of this world, my fellow humans, and my God through these teachings.
—Linda O.
