DESERT FIRE: Cup of Closeness
A campfire in the Sahara Desert, beneath the canopy of
a pristine night sky, brilliant moon. The Berber men are showing us how they
bake bread in the sand. We break fresh bread, drink Moroccan tea, some of the
group sitting, some of us standing in the glow of flame.
Ahmed, the chief camel herdsman, sends one of the priests
to say he wants me to come and sit beside him on the sand and when I take my place,
he puts his arm around my shoulder, drawing me into himself. A tender and intimate
moment of reverence. Throughout this journey he has had a profound respect for
my age. Like everything in life this is not just a physical and emotional human
connection; it also has a spiritual and divine dimension. It’s as if God
Himself has invited me to sit beside him, that He has chosen me for this. We
all like to be chosen, to be picked out for closeness to another at all levels
of our nature.
When James and John approach Jesus, asking Him to “do
us a favour”, they are, on the face of it, looking for special privilege but at
a deeper level they are expressing the desire of friendship that wants to sit
next to Jesus for all eternity. It is the boldness, the confidence of
friendship that impels them to the throne of Grace (Hebrews 4:14-16) to seek
such intimacy with Jesus.
But the mistake they make is that they do not wait to
be invited and instead reach out to claim for themselves this gift of Grace, a
mistake that is made so often in life. We claim and take too soon, instead of
waiting for the gift. It’s something Jesus refers to in the Gospel of Luke
chapter 14:
“When someone
invites you to a wedding feast, don’t take the most important seat, because
someone more important than you may have been invited. The host, who invited both
of you, will come to you and say, ‘Give this person your seat.’ Then you will
be embarrassed and will have to move to the last place. So when you are invited, go
sit in a seat that is not important. When the host comes to you, he may say,
‘Friend, move up here to a more important place.’ Then all the other guests
will respect you. All who make themselves great will be
made humble, but those who make themselves humble will be made great.”
(NCV)
Isn’t it the mistake
that people have been making from the beginning in Eden – reaching out to take
what is not ours to take (Genesis 3). James and John would be better off
waiting for what Jesus will offer them.
What He offers
them is something far greater than sitting beside Him. “Can you drink the cup
that I must drink?” And with this question He is offering them interior intimacy
with Him. To drink the cup is to drink in the life of the other, receiving that
life right into oneself.
As a little boy one
of the loveliest things at our teatime table at home was to be given tea to
drink from my Mother’s cup. Her tea tasted special and, even though I didn’t have
words for it as a child, somehow I understood that I was not just drinking her
tea but I was also tasting her, drinking her life into me.
We don’t really
get what Jesus is saying when He speaks about drinking the cup. A hint of His
meaning came to me in Rome with Sharif whom I had met in Piazza Navona where he
had a stall selling something or other. We were friends back then. He arrived
at our church one day when I was sitting alone in a reception room, drinking a
glass of wine that I had been sharing with a newly married couple. I asked
Sharif if he would like some wine and he said yes. But when I got up to get him
a glass he said, “I will drink from your glass” and I replied that we had plenty
of clean ones. And he pleaded, “no, please let me drink from your glass!” And I
went ahead and gave him his own glass. And there I had missed the point. Missed
a precious opportunity.
It was only when
I went to live in Tanzania that I understood what Sharif was asking of me. In wanting
to drink from my glass he wanted to drink my life, thus deepening a friendship
in which we would be bound to each other in loyalty. It is a bond of friendship
that is akin to the bond of marriage; it is for good times and bad times alike.
When Jesus asks
us to drink His cup, He is inviting us to drink in, to taste and take His whole
life into ourselves as He has taken our lives into Himself. “Whoever eats my
flesh and drinks my blood lives in me and I live in that person” (John 6). So,
we are not now beside but within, sharing in every aspect of who He is – the wonder
and beauty, the sorrow and suffering.
We’re happy
enough to take part in the wonder and beauty but when it comes to the suffering
we flounder, confounded. We have questions, doubts, even lose faith altogether.
Suffering is part of the journey of life in Christ. We don’t suffer more or
less than all other people but the difference for us is that we know we suffer
with and within Christ and that makes all the difference, gives it meaning and
purpose. Not a meaning that we can put into words, but the experience brings us
to a depth of groaning beyond utterance, a groaning that is the prayer of the
Holy Spirit rising up to the Father.
During the week I
was called to anoint a man from the parish, a beautiful man maybe in his eighties
who was always a joy to meet. There in his bed he was breathing heavily, with
difficulty, almost gasping and on a human level you think that it’s not right
for a good man to suffer like that. It’s difficult to watch. But as we sat
there in a moment of silence, he reminded me of myself gasping in the desert
and it seemed as if Jesus was saying, “this physical gasping reflects the
spiritual gasping that is taking place in him. He is climbing the mountain of
eternal Life. He is near to the summit and like any summit the final part can
be the most difficult. But the relief and the joy of reaching the top
overshadows all of the struggle that went before.”
We climb the
mountain of life, experiencing every aspect of it, no longer alone, no longer
beside but within the author of all life who is within us.
"Can you drink the cup?" asks Jesus. We are already drinking it. And by it we become the presence, the sympathy and the empathy of Christ for all who suffer.
Thank you for sharing this on the blog. It is so inspiring. when I heard it in the Mass last week I dreamt to hear it again and now I could hear it read ny my husband. thank you again, Fr Eamonn.
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