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Week of June 19, 2006
Through work, we come to know God
By FR. RON ROLHEISER, omi
When I was in high school, we read an old German classic entitled, Immensee. It told the story of a love that never happened, but that should have, except that the tragic hero of our story was never able to express his love to the woman he loved. So he ended up alone, with an aching heart, full of regrets.
The book ends with him reminiscing about the woman's last words to him. When they parted, years back, she'd said to him: "I know you'll never come back!" He hadn't realized then how prophetic those words would be.
Now, recalling them, he is overcome with regret and his life feels empty. He's deeply sad, but, after luxuriating in that melancholy for awhile, we are told, he went to his desk and, despite nursing a great heartache, he began again "to work with all the vigour of his youth."
Thank God for work: sometimes that's the only thing that sits between us and unbearable melancholy. Work is a wonderful, God-given thing.
We lack a good theology of work. Too often work is seen as something that takes us away from God and prayer, a distraction to the spiritual life. Hard work is admitted to be a good, honest thing, but, even so, never a holy thing in itself, a gift from God so that we can be co-creators with him.
In fact, in some theologies, work is seen as a punishment for sin, something introduced on the planet after Adam's sin, not willed or intended by God ideally. In this view, except for sin, there would be no work.
Some of this, of course, is true. Work can be a distraction and an escape (both from God and family). It can be a rationalization against entering into the deeper things. As well, we too easily take our self-worth from our work, so we feel good about ourselves only when we are achieving something and are anxious, deep down, outside of our work and our achievements, we have little to offer. So we work to try to prove ourselves and our work often becomes cancerous, something we can't quit doing because our entire sense of self-worth is tied up with it.
There are real dangers in work.
But there are dangers in everything. Work can be an excuse to avoid the deeper things, but it is also the deep, natural form of contemplation that God gives to us as humans.
We have to spend most of our waking lives working. That should tell us something, namely, that work must be the major avenue through which God wants us to journey towards the deeper things.
God is not an egoistical tyrant, demanding our conscious attention, even while we have to work long hours amidst all the heartaches, headaches, restlessness, anxieties, fears and preoccupations that impale themselves upon us every waking minute.
If God wants our conscious attention every waking minute, than there is some fatal flaw in the way we are built and the way life is set up.
But there is no fatal flaw. God is the ground of our being, the ground too of our work and our relationships. In God "we live and move and have our being." We know God not just in our conscious awareness and in prayer, but also in a deep inchoate way, by participating with him in building this world - by growing things, building things, carving things, creating things, cleaning things, painting things, writing things, raising children, nursing bodies, teaching others, consoling others, humouring others, struggling with others, and loving others.
Work, like prayer, is a privileged way to get to know God because, when we work, we are toiling in partnership with him. Jesus knew well both the feel of work and of tiredness.
Here's a little meditation from Caryll Houselander:
"Christ earned his living, with the joys, exultations, fatigues of other men. Had you gone to visit his home in Nazareth, you would have found him like other men, but giving a significance to ordinary things that others often fail to do. Imagine such a visit. . . .
"You have come to supper. He is putting away his tools; unconsciously he smiles at the burnish on them; you see how he loves his tools. On the floor by the bench there are wood shavings, how clean and fine they are, curled like yellow petals. What a beautiful thing work is, seen from this man's angle!
"He sits down in the doorway, you with him, you notice the signs of the day's fatigue, good fatigue that seeps out of one in the evening. He wipes his face, his eyes are a little tired; they have the intensity of eyes that use the last rays of light. Yes, he works hard. He gives good measure."
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