For many of us, we are in the middle of a season of reform and rejuvenation: Lent. For the last two weeks, Sunday Morning Café has revolved around the theme of utilizing Lent-like practices to open oneself to a virtuous cycle of one good thing leading to another. This week’s submission is a reprint that explores the same theme from the perspective of spirituality. Enjoy!
It’s just a matter of time before somebody involved in mapping the human genome discovers that strand of DNA responsible for male-pattern-transportation-fixation (MPTF). I was ten years old when that latent gene first expressed itself in my life. To this day, my boy heart beats just a little bit faster as I recall it. At my ten-year-old birthday party, I was instructed to close my eyes. When they opened, I beheld the third best gift I have ever received in my life: (#1) at 34 years old…my wife; (#2 a,b,c) at 36, 38, and 42 years old…my three kids; (#3) at ten years old…A TRICKED OUT STINGRAY!
There really aren’t words to describe what occurs in a little boy’s bosom when a brand new, 1970’s Schwinn Stingray is wheeled into a birthday party. Breathtaking! The banana seat with subtle sparkles built into it glistened as the bike titled this way and that. The deep “u” shape of the butterfly handlebars reeked of a kind of Harley Davidson/James Dean form of outlaw badassery. Was it my imagination, or did I hear a kind of distinctive manual-type-writer “ding” as an asterisk of light sparkled off of the chrome of the mud protector? Here, in this miracle of craftsmanship, I knew that the restless soul of Marilynn Monroe had found a suitable vessel. Reincarnated into mechanical form, with that enticing smile, once more I could hear her crooning, “Happy Birthday Mr. President!” And on one sparkling, special day of my life, I was the President! I could feel the confetti falling all around me. Sweet Mother of Josephus, all I wanted to do was tear down the street and proclaim to all who would listen that I was in love with the most beautiful girl in the world!
Over countless ramps I flew slow-motion, Evel Knievel style. Past dozens of snarling, barking, leash-free dogs I peddled for my life. On my beloved steed, I logged who knows how many sticky summer country miles? We were inseparable. She was the Bonnie to my Clyde, the Trigger to my Lone Ranger until that fateful crisp, Fall afternoon of my freshman year. It was then that Dan Jarrio and Mike Hemminghaus showed up with their large-wheeled ten speeds. Together, we had scheduled a bike ride from Dan’s suburban house, to my rural home in the country many miles away.
On that fateful day, I learned one of the immutable laws of nature: things have a way of changing. On one sunny, blue-skied day, I discovered that even my little mechanical Marilyn Monroe was not immune from this cruel law of nature. From almost the first pedal stroke, I discovered that I was having trouble keeping up. Each push on one of their pedals sent their larger, geared-up wheels at least three times the distance, and saved them three times the energy as my “made-for-a-ten-year-old” bicycle. It was as if my bike was a poetic old MG competing against a prosaic, but more muscular Crown Victoria. Within an hour, I was gassed. That would be the last bike ride I would take during my high school years.
Just like boys and girls have a way of outgrowing their childhood bicycles, from time-to-time, other dimensions of our lives also need updating. Right now, most Christian denominations including mine, are on the front end of Lent. In a little more than a month or so, Moslems will inaugurate their version of Lent: Ramadan. And the Jewish calendar is moving towards the zenith of their liturgical calendar, Passover. For all of these traditions, this time of year is meant to provide sacred space for evaluating the vehicles of our spiritual lives. Many of us are still riding around on the old childhood models of spirituality that were peddled to us, and that we have been pedaling ever since elementary school. The problem with ignoring this need to update is that an outdated, childish (as opposed to “childlike”) form of spirituality can’t get us where we need to go as adults. An unintended consequence of a failure to upgrade our spiritual lives is that our faith can become like a quaint/beloved old bike that we pack away in moth-balls. We don’t use it for anything significant anymore, but it is too sacred to throw away. We may visit it, and look at it from time-to-time (even weekly), but unconsciously we know that its fragile framework can no longer carry us. Failure to invest in more mature forms of spirituality can make something as meaningful as the liturgical season of Lent nothing more than a nostalgic effort to recapture a familiar old feeling.
During this sacred season, what are you willing to do to upgrade your vehicles of spirituality into forms more worthy of your adult mind and heart? For example, when was the last time you read a book about spirituality that put you on your intellectual toes and broadened your vision (eg. Abraham Heschel, Ellie Wiesel, C.S. Lewis)? Have you read a good, solid spiritual book lately (Centering Prayer, by Cynthia Bourgault; Open Mind, Open Heart, by Thomas Keating; Into the Silent Land, by Martin Laird, , The Seven Journals of Thomas Merton)? Do you have a daily podcast that enables you to reflect more deeply (e.g. Pray as You Go; Sacred Space, On Being)? Who is your favorite spiritual poet (eg. Hafiz, Gerard Manley Hopkins, Mary Oliver, Rainer Maria Rilke; Rumi)? Have you attended a preached, or directed retreat in the last several years? Type any of the retreat centers’ names of your area into your search engine. You could be well on your way to a spiritual upgrade (E.G. “Mercy Retreat Center,” “Jesuit Retreat Center,” “Marianist Retreat Center,” “Franciscan Retreat Center,” “Trappist Retreats,” “Benedictine Retreats, “Contemplative Outreach,” “Buddhist Retreats,“AA Retreats,” etc…). When was the last time you sampled something new from the smorgasbord of spirituality (eg. Centering Prayer, Lectio Divina, Mindfullness Exercises, Sacred Music, Memorization of Psalms, Daily Office, Eucharistic Adoration, Scriptural Rosary, a Prayer Group, a Meditation Group, etc…)? Could this be the time to contact a counselor to heal an old wound that you suspect is limiting the quality of your relationships with self, others or God? Could this be the time to engage a spiritual mentor (often called, “Spiritual Direction”)?
This year, will you allow that quiet voice within to issue forth that most ancient of spiritual questions? “Is it time for an upgrade?”