Saint Thomas Aquinas told us that our deepest desires can only be satisfied in our heavenly home with the saints. He said, “Only God satisfies, he infinitely exceeds all other pleasures.”
Saint Augustine exhorted Christians to pray as the Master taught us for Christ shows us how to receive the desire of our hearts, through prayer.We learn from Augustine that God’s “gift is very large indeed, but our capacity is too small and limited to receive it.”
This desire does not enter into our hearts -- we enter that divine desire. What is that desire? God is the object of our deepest desire and longings. Therefore, to follow Augustine’s line of exhortation, God must be the Object of our prayer life.
Prayer
To enter God’s glory is to enter an Ecstasy beyond earthly human capacity to imagine. Prayer is intended to expand the Christian’s capacity to anticipate and enter the glory of God.
I believe an underlying and refining purpose of our brief time on earth is to expand our capacity to enter into the full joy of “God’s marvelous dwelling place, a house.” Again Thomas Aquinas tells us that “Since in their heavenly home the saints will possess God completely, obviously their longing will be satisfied, and their glory will be even greater.”
Saint Stephen
Occasionally, we see the spiritual transformation from earthly to heavenly understanding. This was graphically illustrated in the martyrdom of Stephen (Acts 7.55-56). The veil was completely removed from Stephen as the deadly stones rained down upon him.
“But he, filled with the holy Spirit, looked up intently to heaven and saw the glory of God and Jesus standing at the right hand of God, and he said, “Behold, I see the heavens opened and the Son of Man standing at the right hand of God.” But they cried out in a loud voice, covered their ears, and rushed upon him together. They threw him out of the city, and began to stone him. The witnesses laid down their cloaks at the feet of a young man named Saul. As they were stoning Stephen, he called out, “Lord Jesus, receive my spirit.”
Despite being robbed of his earthly life, Stephen’s heavenly life came into full view. Things of the earth grew dim and faded away.
God's glory
Saint Paul referred to seeing indistinctly and partly here on earth but in the presence of Jesus Christ, standing face to face—then we will see clearly and understand fully just as we are understood fully. (See 1 Corinthians 13.12)
At present we are incapable of seeing the full glory of what awaits those who love Jesus Christ. The glory of God is too much for any to bear in our present states. At best we can only grasp small wisps and murky inklings of what all of this means. We do not understand. The holiest of people only understand in part.
Prayer is the mechanism God has provided to us to prepare and expand our capacity to experience His glory. Sublime Ecstasy will accompany divine desire fulfilled. There beyond our present experience, beyond nature we shall eat of the tree of life in the glorified and renewed bodies. I must avert my thoughts from nagging doubts.
That which is decaying here will dance there. The cross comes before the crown.
Through Christ I shall enter God’s glory and will say “I was created for this.” In God’s dwelling, with saints of the ages, I will understand that I am finally home.
Mark Pickup
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God is still with me
Originally posted June 12, 2007
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So much of my adult life has been spent scaring people away. Old friends stayed away in droves when I was first diagnosed with multiple sclerosis. As a young man, it was hard to be forced to use a cane. It seemed out of place to me and to others. Canes were for old people with bad hips or a silly little man with a moustache and a black bowler hat in the era of silent movies. He may have been funny but the reality was that people laughed from comfortable seats in theatres at the comedic misfit. The difference between Charlie and me was that he twirled his cane and I hobbled on mine.
As my disease progressed, I had to resort to two canes. My body contorted with early spasticity and it frightened people. The sight of a young man on two canes reminded them that they, too, were mortals. Children stared from behind clothes racks at shopping malls. Their parents scolded them and said not to stare at “that man”, then stared themselves from the end of the aisle.
Later, with metal crutches, the sight of me took on a sideshow quality. People stared out of pity. They were friendly enough but passed by quickly.
During remissions -- when physical function returned -- I was invited into new friendships until the next attack. My social calendar became blank again. Don’t get me wrong, it’s not that those new friends were unkind, just hard to find.
When I started using a scooter people began take liberties with jokes: “Got a licence to drive that thing?” “Don’t get speeding tickets.” “Hey look, here comes speedy Gonzales.” Oh, if I had a dollar for every time I’ve heard those rib-ticklers !
The problem was that my legs didn’t work right. It was a source of pain and grief to me. I could not understand why people felt they could make jokes about something that caused me heartache. I did not find the jokes about my disability aids amusing. I still don’t.
It was as inappropriate as if I made a joke about someone’s poor vision by saying, “Hey, have you started any fires on sunny days with those coke bottle glasses?”
Don’t get me wrong, there are people who can take liberties with my disability but they are not strangers on the street. They are those few loved-ones who have walked with me through my suffering. If anybody has earned the right to make smart-cracks about my disability, it is them. Yet, they do not for they witnessed the anguish and tears over the years that took me through each loss of function.
Now, in advanced disability, the jokes have diminished along with meaningful human contact. Isolation increases with people’s discomfort levels. I have books and my music to keep me company.
One constant remains: Through every phase of disease, the smarting of ill-placed jokes, the increasing human isolation … God abides with me.
After the last page of the book closes, the last music note dies away, the snickers have all ceased, God is still with me.
Mark Pickup
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There are two questions most people avoid. The questions are: “Why am I here?” and “Where am I going?” They are such penetrating questions that most people spend their lives going to great lengths to avoid them. Questions call for answers and these two questions pierce to the core of who and what a person is (or is not). They will expose a person’s spiritual state and their humanity (or lack of it). The questions can be unpleasant, threatening and make a person feel uncomfortable. They can spark internal crisis.
Avoidance
Most people would rather busy themselves with frenzied activity of work, rushing here and there, trying to satisfy the insatiable demands of commerce. They would rather fill their cars with ear-piercing music than be surrounded by the threat of quietude. They prefer a nightclub of strangers to a room of blessed solitude. They will occupy themselves with inordinate obsessions of hobbies, or even walk over a bed of hot coals, rather than answer those two fundamental human questions.
Anything is preferable to introspection and the possibility of confronting those two monstrous questions. But not facing, not contemplating, not answering those questions is so much more costly for people’s spirits and souls than avoidance.
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ry David Thoreau said, “Most men lead lives of quiet desperation and go to the grave with the song still in them.” He also said, “If misery loves company, misery has company enough.” He was right. What could more miserable and desperate for person than not knowing why they exist or where they are going!
Contemplating why you are here and where you are going will either rekindle joy or break your heart. But avoiding the questions is much more costly. You will die with the song God gave you still unsung.
Atheism's bitter conclusion
The natural conclusion for an atheist is that there is no purpose or destiny to life. The universe is as silent as his grave. The evolutionist believes us we are nothing more than ancestors of primordial slime, and to conclude we have any more value than that has no basis. After all, according to evolution, everything is the result of random chance. Thought itself is ultimately meaningless -- merely the product of electrical or chemical impulses and reactions. Concepts like right and wrong, fairness or justice are meaningless in a world of chance. The logical conclusion for an atheist and evolutionist must be that humanity has no more value than a leaf, a stone or the slug found under it.
Yet something deep within us rails against the idea of meaninglessness. We want to believe our lives have meaning and purpose. We instinctively believe our lives have value and we are not the products of random chance.
Royalty in exile
In each of us rests a longing for something (yet unattained) beyond ourselves --a feeling we have been deprived of something that should rightfully be ours. It is as if we are royalty in exile, and we are.
The Bible tells us that we are made in the image and likeness of the King of all creation: God. (Genesis 1.26-27.) Church traditions and teaching reinforces this idea.
What is heart breaking is that when a person seriously contemplates those two questions -- Why am I here? And “Where am I going? -- they will probably discover that while he/she have a royal and divine lineage, they do not behave like royalty. They are alienated from the King. They are in rebellion against His royal Kingdom.
They can not realize their royal potential because it lies beyond them. It can not be reached without being reconciled to the King.
Made for love
Deep within you and me lays a spirit which is most responsive to love and withers without it (we all know this). The human spirit comes from God. That is why the human spirit is made for love. That entity we call our spirit has a nagging desire and hunger for something we can not identify or satisfy without confronting those two questions head-on.
We were created by God for His purposes. The answers to those two critically important question lie beyond us, but we have been told we will find the answers if we dare search for them with all our hearts. God gave a message to Jeremiah about other exiles:
“For I know well the plans I have in mind for you, says the LORD, plans for your welfare, not for woe! plans to give you a future full of hope. When you call me, when you go to pray to me, I will listen to you. When you look for me, you will find me. Yes, when you seek me with all your heart, you will find me with you, says the LORD, and I will change your lot; ….” (Jeremiah 29:11-13)
Dare to believe that message from God is for us too.
Through his Son Jesus Christ, God will shower His love and grace upon us like rain. Our spirits will be revived and renewed like dry and parched land after a rain storm.Why are you and I here? I suspect that you may discover that the reason you are here is to love the King and take that love to others who bear the King’s royal image and likeness. That is the answer I found.
Where are we going? The King wants his royal subjects to occupy his Kingdom (heaven). He sent his Son, Jesus, to retrieve us all, through faith and love. He wants to lead us back to the Kingdom to rule with Him forever. All we have to do is follow Him.
We have limited control over circumstances that befall us, -- but we have total control about how we respond to them.
I am facing the very real possibility of quadriplegia due to an increasingly aggressive form of multiple sclerosis. I have no control over that unpleasant fact, or the frightening future it implies, but I do control how I respond to it. I can choose to rail at God and let my circumstances make me bitter to people around me, or I can trust in God's goodness to use whatever befalls me as somehow purifying me and make me fit for eternity.
C.S. Lewis said, "Well, take your choice. If they are unnecessary, then there is no God or a bad one. If there is a good God, then these tortures are necessary. For no even moderately good Being could possibly inflict or permit them if they weren't." (A Grief Observed, Bantam, 1976, p.51)
I was never guaranteed good health, or even human love. The absence of health or human affection can not separate me from God’s love. Neither depressing or disheartening circumstances, affliction, malevolent forces or separation from family can separate me from the love of Christ. I find comfort in Saint Paul words:
“What will separate us from the love of Christ? Will anguish, or distress, or persecution, or famine, or nakedness, or peril, or the sword? As it is written: “For your sake we are being slain all the day; we are looked upon as sheep to be slaughtered.” No, in all these things we conquer overwhelmingly through him who loved us. For I am convinced that neither death, nor life, nor angels, nor principalities, nor present things, nor future things, nor powers, nor height, nor depth, nor any other creature will be able to separate us from the love of God in Christ Jesus our Lord.” (Romans 8:35-39)
I only know that God loves me with an eternal and perfect love. I only know that God loved me so much that he gave His only Son to die for my sins and provide a way I could spend eternity with Him (John 3:15-18).
If I end up encased in an unresponsive body, or locked in a coma-like state I trust Christ will be there with me, to the end. I am already in the fire of disease; Jesus is with me like the 4th figure in the fiery furnace with Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego (cf. Daniel 3.24-25).
At some point in my journey, edging toward quadriplegia and beyond, I may be abandoned to futile care theory by post-Hippocratic medicine: Treatment, care, food and fluids may be withheld from me, just as it is already happening to others, even as I write these words.
I rest assured that not even Bioethicists pontificating from ivory towers to hospital wards below can separate me from the love of Christ.
Originally posted April 17, 2007
British researchers at University College London and the Brighton & Sussex Medical Medical School (BSMS) have verified that a person can actually “die of a broken heart.” The research team studied people under extreme stress of bereavement. They found that intense bereavement can destabilize cardiac muscle rythms in people who already have heart disease. Areas of the brain responsible for learning, memory and emotion can trigger irregular heart rythms. (Roger Highfield, “Scientists show we can die of a broken heart”, Telegraph.co.uk., April 10th 2007,
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/news/main.jhtml?xml=/news/2007/04/10/nheart10.xml)
Dr. Marcus Gray from BSMS, said, “We know that stress can increase the risk of sudden death through cardiac arrest. …”Have you ever felt so much heartache that it physically hurt? Have you ever been so brokenhearted or grief-stricken that you wondered if you were going to actually have a heart-attack? I have—or perhaps I just wished it would happen.
Most of us have heard stories about old people dying of natural causes a short time after their mate passed away.Grief and suicide
I’m not referring to those sad but rare occasions where brokenhearted people have taken their lives at the apex of grieving the loss of a loved one. That is suicide. For instance, I know of a woman who took her life after losing her child in a tragic drowning. She was overwhelmed by a tidal wave of grief.
Many people with acquired disabilities may want to die. It is usually the result of unattended, unresolved grief. This is where the current push to decriminalize or legalize assisted suicide stems from. Helping in the suicide of the grieving young person with a newly acquired spinal cord injury, or multiple sclerosis, seems quite reasonable in the current climate of “choice” that is so prevalent in North America. Rather than engaging in the hard work of constructively dealing with unresolved grief, it’s much easier and tidier to kill the griever. Besides, there is a cultural bias against disability in which death is considered preferable to life with serious disability. I sometimes wonder if euthanasia advocates are so committed to a world free of disabilities that they are prepared to kill to get it.
Assisting the grieving mother to kill herself, when she has lost the will to live, is unthinkable. But in the current climate that heralds the “freedom to choose” the time and place of one’s own death, she might decide that she wants assistance in her suicide from a medical professional: Physician assisted suicide. After all, it’s preferable to taking her chances with an overdose of pills or misfiring a handgun. Her heart is too strong to give out from intense bereavement. She could say, “My pain living without my child is too much to endure. It’s just as bad as the suicidal person without the use of his legs. I want a doctor's supervision over my suicide.”
Who are you or I to say she has less grief?! It's her "choice."
Bible promises comfort
But the British medical researchers were not talking about suicide. They were talking about grieving people dying of heart attacks – if they already have heart disease.
When I read the news article, it left me with a hollow feeling to think that bereavement can be so intense that it can stop a weakened heart. I was driven back to the Scriptures.
Just before his crucifixion, Jesus said to the Disciples: “Therefore you now have sorrow; but I will see you again and your heart will rejoice, and your joy no one will take from you.” (John 16.22). Although Christ was referring to his post-resurrection state, there is an application for you and me, and we find it in the last book of the Bible. Saint John wrote that there will come a time when God will dwell with his people. God himself will wipe away every tear His followers have ever shed. Death and mourning, weeping and pain will be banished. (Cf. Revelation 21.3-5. Also see 7.17)
For those of us who have lived with sorrow or grieved, these words mean everything. For those of us who see our bodies being destroyed before our eyes, we find comfort it these words.
We know that death is not the end of life. It changes. When Christians die they gain and everlasting dwelling place in heaven (Luke 23.43) The soul is separated from the corruptible body at death and reunited with an incorruptible body at the final resurrection (1Corinthians 15.50-58.)
It's cause for joy to me! I will with united with Christ and reunited with loved ones who have died. No more wheelchair or disability or tears. As the Hymn says, “No more crying there, we are going to see the King. Hallelujah! Hallelujah!
If your grief seems too great to bear, hold on. Very soon we are going to see the King. He will be our God and we will be His people.
Mark Pickup
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Originally posted April 5, 2007
One stifling hot summer night, a few years ago, I awoke to a familiar but dreaded sizzling sensation in my legs. My old nemesis multiple sclerosis was visiting, eating internal function – like termites inside a tree. What was happening this time? Unable to go back to sleep, I eventually transferred from bed to wheelchair and went outside and stopped under some large boughs of Manitoba maples in my backyard.
I looked up the hill to the reassuring and steady sight of the illuminated historic Catholic Church at the crest of the hill. It’s been there for over one hundred years.
Everything was peaceful, barring that horrible sizzling sensation. I gazed up through the branches of the trees into the dark serenity of a starry sky. It is my sacred little place in the world where I've spent countless hours throughout many years contemplating, reflecting, praying, searching, looking to understand rather than to see. It is beneath the canopy of branches of my cluster of maples that so often the hope and joy that resides within my chest has risen toward heaven. What more could any man desire?
A sudden gust of warm wind swayed the branches above me. Leaves rustled as though whispering, "Do not be afraid. I am here." My soul expanded in ecstasy then contracted in shame: ecstasy to know He was near and shame to know my life was deeply stained by a litany of sin. Confession. Forgiveness. Divine embrace.
Leaves rustled again but carried no further whisper. My momentary joy vanished as quickly as it had come. All that remained was a yard bathed in moonlight and the great old church on the hill bathed by floodlights. The sizzling sensation in my legs remained but ceased to matter. I was left with a sense of awe that the Master visited me. Tears of joy streamed down my face.
I’ve mentioned previously that Christ has been with me throughout my terrifying journey with a horrible disease. This was one of the more terrifying yet sublime moments. To a casual passer by that night, it would have appeared ordinary and uneventful. It was not! It was earth shaking. The sweet essence of Eden had reopened for a brief instant then mercifully closed: the whisper in the breeze was too much, too close, too wonderful and ecstatic to humanly endure for more than a breath. In that brief twinkling, centuries passed and joy entirely filled my heart.
Then without warning the sensation was gone. I wept uncontrollably – not because my body was wasting but because I had been touched by the holy Spirit.
Saint Paul’s words made perfect sense:
“Even though our outward man is perishing, yet the inward man is being renewed day by day. For our light affliction, which is but for a moment, is working for us a far more exceeding and eternal weight of glory, while we do not look at the things which are seen, but at the things which are not seen. For the things which are seen are temporary, but the things which are not seen are eternal.” (2 Corinthians 4.16-18, cf. Romans 8.18, Col.3.10. Also note Hebrews 11.1.)
As much as I have loved my canopy of maples, my little house on the Canadian prairie and the old church on the hill, my hope and home is not here. It is somewhere else with Christ. I gave my life to Him.
Saint Peter said,
“Blessed be the God and Father of our Lord Jesus Christ, who according to His abundant mercy has begotten us again to a living hope through the resurrection of Jesus Christ from the dead, to an inheritance incorruptible and undefiled and that does not fade away, reserved in heaven for you, who are kept by the power of God through faith for salvation ready to be revealed in the last time. In this you greatly rejoice, though now for a little while, if need be, you have been grieved by various trials, that the genuineness of your faith, being much more precious than gold that perishes, though it is tested by fire, may be found to praise, honor, and glory at the revelation of Jesus Christ, whom having not seen you love. Though now you do not see Him, yet believing, you rejoice with joy inexpressible and full of glory, receiving the end of your faith—the salvation of your souls.” (1Peter 1.3-9)
You see, I think the whisper in the breeze was Christ assuring me that nothing can happen here on earth that will snatch me out of His hand. (Cf. John 10.27-28), Nothing nor anyone can separate me from the love of God (cf. Romans 8.38-39) He abides with me and will be faithful to the end – both to you and me personally, as well as to the end of the Age (cf. Matthew 28.20).
I will know as I am known. It will all make sense. I will finally see clearly. (Cf. 1Corinthians 13.12.)
Mark Pickup
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Originally posted April 4, 2007
Have you ever wondered why God put his precious gift of life in such fragile packaging?
If life is so sacred and precious - as the Scriptures proclaim - then why did God place it in bodies made of flesh and bones? Skin and flesh tear and bleed; bones and hearts break.
Why didn't God encase his precious gift of life in bodies as tough as granite with the human psyche safely guarded, as though behind some fortress? Such thoughts occasionally arise within me from a desire to protect loved ones from life's pains and sorrows.
After all, there would be no need to wipe away tears if none are shed. But then, humans encased in bodies like granite, with hearts like stone, would be of no use to God or man. Granite is impenetrable.
Hearts of stone would never ache, break or melt.
Love is a choice
After more than 20 years of chronic illness, I have come to the conclusion that the purpose of our time on earth is for spiritual growth not mere survival.
The Scriptures tell us that God is love. A God of love must have something to give his love to and humanity is the object of his love. We know this because - as far as we can tell - humanity is the only thing in creation to bear the indelible image of God. A God of love must surely want to be loved in return. A central aspect of genuine love is that it is given freely. Real love is a choice and an act of free will.
That's what makes love a high-risk proposition.
As soon as an option exists for choosing between two things, there's a risk of making the wrong choice. The stakes of love are horribly high both for God and humanity. But the prospect of living in a loveless world is unthinkable.
Risks of freedom
When God created human free will, he knew his love might not be returned. People may choose to love the world rather than the Creator of it.
When our Lord said, "For where your treasure is, there also will your heart be"), he was challenging human priorities (Matthew 6:21). Christ was laying out a stark choice for humanity: Either love God and the permanent things of heaven (yet unseen) or the temporary things of earth.
Our first love and priority can be to seek "treasures upon earth" (to use Christ's words) or "treasures in heaven." Jesus spoke of them as two mutually exclusive masters of the heart and soul. "No one can serve two masters. He will either hate one and love the other, or be devoted to one and despise the other. You can not serve God and mammom" (verse 24).
Mammon is an Aramaic word meaning wealth or property. But it could also symbolize anything temporal and fleeting such as youth, beauty, health or social status.
To choose anything over God is to rebuff his love. Love spurned is a terrible experience. To love without reciprocation is a bitter thing.
Divine overtures rejected, despised or even mocked must be unbearably painful to the heart of God. He could have made us without the capacity to decide and programmed us like robots to drone his praises. But that is hardly love returned.
Jesus said he prefers people who are hot or cold toward him, not lukewarm (Revelation 3:14-16). A heart animated by love or hate is still human; a heart dead with indifference may as well be made of granite. Indifference to the love of God is worse than cursing him.
Love is vulnerable
God made himself vulnerable for the sake of being loved. Why should we expect anything else? To love is to be vulnerable: It goes both ways. Hearts of stone and souls in fortresses would not be protected from risks and buffeting of life, they would be prevented from living. Is that what I wish for my loved ones in order to save them from pain or sorrow?
Vulnerable people accept and radiate love best.
I wrote earlier that I have come to the conclusion that the purpose of our time on earth is spiritual growth not mere survival. This is what I meant. We only have a short time to learn and grow in reciprocal love--both human and divine. God's model for love encourages interdependence not independence. We were designed to live in communities not fortresses.
At the very beginning our Creator said, "It is not good for the man to be alone." (Genesis 2.18.)
Designed for relationships
We are designed for relationships. Granted, you may find the odd recluse who prefers life as a hermit, but they are the exceptions to the rule.
No! They are the exceptions that prove the rule! Fortresses separate and isolate. Granite is cold and hard.
People live best in the warmth of interdependent communities of reciprocal love. Love makes human beings vulnerable and fragile.
Despite this, I believe that divine love ultimately prevails. And that's the treasure in heaven about which Jesus spoke.
Mark Pickup
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Envy -- destroyer of contentment!
Originally posted March 7, 2007Someone said they detected in me an envious spirit. Perhaps they were right. A person in my predicament must be careful to guard against envy or resentfulness. Most of my adult life has been compromised by multiple sclerosis (MS).
There have been times when I had to fight resentment of my deteriorating health at the very point when most men’s careers are moving forward. My most vulnerable period for resentment was being forced into medical retirement from a promising career with the federal Public Service at the age of 37 years.
Now at 53, I find myself fighting resentment that life passed me by. Other men have risen to their peak earning capacities. I live on a modest disability pension.
I have fought envy and jealousy in my personal life too. Years ago, I burned to watch o
ther fathers ski with their kids while I sat in chalets watching my children ski alone. I used a cane to help me walk, then two canes, then crutches, then a motorized scooter, now an electric wheelchair.
Even in small matters I find envy and raw jealousy surprising me. One pleasant winter day I took my small grandson outside for a ride on my wheelchair. He sat on my lap, bundled in a warm blanket. At one point, we stopped to watch a father tobogganing down a hill with his children. The frosty air was filled with happy shrieks and laughter. My grandson wanted to join the fun. I had to ask the man if he would give my grandson a ride on a toboggan. He was very kind and took my little fellow. I must admit, watching my small grandson giggling, swooshing down the hill with a neighborly man, prompted resentment in me. Why couldn't I be doing that?! Why must I always sit on the sidelines of life! Rather than feeling gratitude for a stranger’s kindness, I was resentful.
Envy is sin. It was envy that made the Devil the Devil. It was Cain’s envy of Abel that caused the first murder. Envy engenders other vices and sins. A spark of envy in the human heart can flare into blazing jealousy that endangers all possibility for genuine joy of life, and if allowed to surface into action, it can end in self-loathing.
The Oxford Dictionary defines envy this way: "a feeling of discontentedness or resentful longing by another's better fortune."
Yup, that pretty much sums it up. Envy always makes me discontent and I suspect it is the same for you. Envy is a destroyer of our capacity for friendships—both human and Divine. Envy unchecked will seriously compromise our Christianity. That is the real danger of envy!
Saint Paul said, “…I know also how to live in humble circumstances; I know also how t
o live with abundance.” (Philipians 4.12.) Elsewhere he said,“Let your life be free from love of money but be content with what you have, for he [God] has said, “I will never forsake you or abandon you.” Thus we say with confidence “The Lord is my helper, [and] I will not be afraid. What can anyone do to me?" (Hebrews 13.5-6.)
It’s within Christ’s embrace that we find every reason to be content in whatever state we find ourselves, because He is there with us.There is no reason or place for envy in a redeemed people. The opposite of Envy is Love. Christ calls us to love God with our whole hearts, and to love one another as He first loved us. There! That’s the key to the gentle art of contentment, the anecdote to envy.
Mark Pickup
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Originally posted March 6, 2007
Is there anything so wicked as a man trying to silence his conscience? It is a willful act that happens in stages: Bit by bit, incident by incident, rationalization by rationalization, the voice of a man’s conscience can be stifled—that still small voice within him eventually becomes fainter, until his heart turns to stone and covers the voice within.
But even within a stone-heart, his conscience knocks and pounds against the inner granite walls, making muffled cries of protest.How many murderers have used alcohol or drugs to dull a stabbing conscience! How many corrupt business tycoons keep their lives busy with the hum of constant shady wheeling and dealing to distract them from a relentless nagging conscience?
Occasionally, at an unexpected moment, a whisper of conscience escapes from behind their stone hearts and catches them off-guard—only to be quickly squelched.
Perhaps they tell themselves they wouldn’t be so cruel if it weren’t for their own abusive upbringing. Perhaps they ease a twinge of shame by telling themselves it was their own poverty as a child that drives them to accumulate ill-gotten wealth so their own little ‘Johnny’ or ‘Suzy’ won’t have to endure deprivation. Besides, the wily old tycoon has done good things too. Remember that charity drive for crippled children he hosted in 1972? It must have helped dozens of kids!
As long as a man is making excuses for his bad behavior, we know his conscience is alive. There’s still hope for his humanity. As long as he’s trying to hide his misdeeds, there is acknowledgement of good and evil and right from wrong. The fact that the evil or misdeeds are hidden bears witness to the fact that he knows what is right.
Natural lawPeople of older times called this innate sense of right from wrong the Law of Nature or Natural Law—a standard of decent behavior that people instinctively understood beginning in early childhood. It was innate and didn’t need to be taught.
C.S. Lewis began his marvelous book Mere Christianity, by addressing the Law of Human Nature. He started with the premise that people everywhere ascribe to a common standard of Objective truth, a set of rules about fair play or morality to which they expect others to know about. You can tell this by the way children and adults alike quarrel. Lewis wrote:"They say things like this: “How’d you like it if anyone did the same to you?” ─ “That’s my seat, I was there first”─ “Leave him alone, he isn’t doing you any harm” ─ “Why should you shove in first? ─ “Give me a bit of your orange, I gave you a bit of mine ─ “Come on, you promised.”"
Lewis noted that seldom does the other party reply: “To hell with your standard.” No! The offender pretends that there’s some special reason why “the person who took the seat first should not keep it, or that things were quite different when he was given the bit of orange, or that something has turned up which lets him off keeping his promise.” In fact they both agree with a common standard of decent behavior. The fact that they are quarrelling indicates that they are trying to show the other person is in the wrong. Otherwise, as Lewis wrote, they would “fight like animals”.
C.S. Lewis originally put this idea forward in the 1940s for a series of British radio broadcasts. Mere Christianity was not published until 1952. The idea of a natural moral law ingrained into humanity has weaved throughout history. America’s founding Fathers talked of ‘Truths’ that are ‘self-evident’ (human equality and being “endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights.”)Saint Paul referred to natural law written on human hearts (Romans 2.14-15). The Catholic church teaches that “natural law expresses the original moral sense which enables man to discern by reason the good and the evil, the truth and the lie:” (The Catechism of the Catholic Church No. 1954). Pope Leo XIII (1810-1903) said, “the natural law is written and engraved in the soul of each and every man.” St. Thomas Aquinas (1225-1274) said,“The natural law is nothing other than the light of understanding placed in us by God; through it we know what we must do and what we must avoid. God has given this light or law at the creation.”
Brave New World
And yet I see rampant immorality with little obvious guilt. People parade their sin in the streets! How can this be? Abortion advocates successfully secured abortion on demand, resulting in the deaths of millions. Biomedical researchers are raising the prospect of experimentation on embryonic human life. They advocate strip mining comatose patients for their organs. Euthanasia proponents successfully advocated the killing of brain injured Terri Schiavo (41) of Florida.
People with serious progressive disabilities (like me) are left to wonder what awaits us in the Brave New World of the 21st Century?! Has modern secular man been able to finally eradicate God’s natural law from the human heart?
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The church teaches this is not possible.“Even when rejected in its very principles, it cannot be destroyed or removed from the heart of man. It always rises again in the life of individuals and societies.” (CCC, No. 1958.)
Back to the truth
And history teaches this too. Despots and scoundrels, prevaricators and deniers of natural law have risen before. They have their day in the limelight but the natural law they denied or twisted still beckons good people back to the Truth.
The Church speaks the Truth to provide spiritual and moral clarity to humanity—even at the darkest moments of confusion. If this generation rejects the principles of natural law and God’s Word, another generation faithful the Word of God will rise to replace error with Truth. I believe this with all my heart. I must!
Mark Pickup
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[1] For more reading on these subjects see Wesley J. Smith’s books (Culture of Death, Encounter Books 2002) & Consumer’s Guide to a Brave New World (Encounter Books, 2005).
__________________________________________________________________________________Original post March 5, 2007
I knew a woman who was afraid to leave her house. I will call her Valerie. She was consumed by all sorts of anxieties about what might happen if she stepped outside her door. A truck or a bus or a car might run her down if she crossed the street. She might be accosted by a stranger. Yes, Valerie was so paralyzed with fears of dying that she merely existed—choosing to become a prisoner in her own home.
I know a man who is afraid to fall in love for fear of what it might require of him. I will call him John. He grew up in a home where his parents did not love each other. His home was bereft of affection but coldly predictable. In a heartless sort of way it was safe. Now, in adulthood, John keeps up a façade of superficial cordiality to scare away romance and commitments of love. John has sexual desires but lust is not love. Lust consumes while love nurtures. John’s fears about what love might require of him keeps his heart in check. He is emotionally paralyzed.
Paralysis takes many forms. Mine is physical. It creeps slowly, taking over my body, bit by bit. Despite the advancing physical disability, the wheelchair, the deteriorating physical health, I consider my paralysis much less of a handicap than emotional and spiritual paralysis such as I described above. In fact, I consider Valerie and John more crippled than me. One is afraid to live while the other is afraid to love. I am afraid of neither: Life and love both involve an element of risk but also hold great rewards.
Being engaged with the living experience and being committed wholly to love (human and divine) are indispensable to human growth. They make our time on earth well spent. Neither life nor love requires legs that work.
There is so little in my world I can control. I can, however, decide to live my life in whatever state I find myself. I can choose to love. The option is to live a compromised life or an existence without love.
No. I choose to live my life to the fullest. I choose to go outside my house and enjoy the fresh air and the warm sun. I choose love. Whether it is returned in any human context is beyond my control. I am loved by God and He is the author of life and love.
In his Messianic prophecy, Isaiah wrote:
"The spirit of the Lord GOD is upon me,because the LORD has anointed me; He has sent me to bring glad tidings to the lowly,to heal the brokenhearted,To proclaim liberty to the captivesand release to the prisoners, To announce a year of favor from the LORDand a day of vindication by our God,to comfort all who mourn;". (Isaiah 61.1-2)
Christ is Truth (John 14.6) and the Truth sets men free (John 8.32). Valerie did not need to live in fear and nor does John. Abundant life is available to all in Christ.
Mark Pickup
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Originally posted March 2, 2007
My small grandson and I were watching Disney’s children’s movie
Pooh’s Grand Adventure (1997). It starts on the last day of summer with Christopher Robin trying to break the news to Winnie the Pooh that he must go away to boarding school:
CR: Pooh Bear, what if, someday, there came a tomorrow when we were apart?
PB: As long as we’re apart together, we shall certainly be fine.
CR: Yes, yes, of course, but if we weren’t together. If I were … somewhere else?
PB: Well, you really couldn’t be, because I would be lost without you. Who would I call on those days when I’m just not strong enough, or, or brave enough.
CR: Well, actually …
PB: And, who would I ask for advice when I didn’t know which way to turn?
CR: Pooh, we …
PB: We! We simply wouldn’t be.
In this touching exchange, Winnie the Pooh is asked to consider the possibility if them being separated. It’s unthinkable to Pooh and Christopher Robin can not muster the courage to say he’s is leaving for boarding school. But the unthinkable happens: the next morning Pooh discovers that Christopher Robin really is “somewhere else.” And so a brokenhearted Pooh Bear embarks upon his misguided but grand adventure to find his best friend.
The movie captured the attention of one little boy and his grandfather.
It is terrible to think about being separated from those we love. Yet, it is a heartbreaking prospect we all shall face at some time or another. The sadness of separation will surely visit you and me. It may be the result of events or time or distance or death. But eventually, we will all feel an inconsolable ache of being separated from the human relationships that matter most to us.
Painful separation by death
To be widowed or orphaned is a terrible thing. To be suddenly left alone in the midst of life’s journey can cause such sorrow that the griever may be convinced their heart is irreparably damaged and is about to break in two. They wake each morning to the dreadful reality that he or she really is gone. The gaping hole left by the loss of a loved-one seems too great to bear and the griever wails at the thought that ‘we’ has become ‘me’. The griever’s heart cries out: “I am lost without you! I am not strong enough or brave enough to endure this pain!” Pooh Bear was right: We ceased to be!
Pooh’s Grand Adventure spoke to me of things I must say to my grandson, but, like Christopher Robin, I am reluctant to prepare us both for the day we will be apart. He and I are ‘we.’
For those of us who live by faith, our consolation in the agony of separation is Jesus Christ. The separation of loved-ones through death is not final. Jesus said, “Blessed are they who mourn, for they will be comforted.” (Matthew 5.3.) And so we shall be comforted. Saint Luke’s parallel account of the Beatitudes (Luke 6:20-22) puts Jesus the words this way: “Blessed are you who weep now, for you will laugh.” Present pain carries a future promise and blessing.
After all, to seek God is to seek divine happiness and enter heaven’s joy.
Glorious hope awaits us
Present human understanding of love and relationships will seem like poor reflections of the genuine articles when we stand face to face with the Creator of both. We will realize that we were always fully known, even in the loneliest of earthly sorrows. (See 1Corinthians 13.12-13.)
God’s children will be with Him (John 1.12). The Bible says:
"I heard a loud voice from the throne saying, “Behold, God’s dwelling is with the human race. He will dwell with them and they will be his people and God himself will always be with them (as their God). He will wipe every tear from their eyes, and there shall be no more death or mourning, wailing or pain, (for) the old order has passed away.” The one who sat on the throne said, “Behold, I make all things new.” Then he said, “Write these words down, for they are trustworthy and true.” (Revelation 21.3-5)
We must teach our children and grandchildren of this glorious hope that awaits those who trust in Christ. We will be together again with Jesus in Paradise. The promise is “trustworthy and true.” Then, the only response possible will be joyous laughter.
We simply will be, Pooh bear. We simply will be, together with Christ.
Mark Pickup
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