Hello People of the Resurrection...
On this “Gaudete Sunday” – with the scriptural counsel to “Rejoice” - because we’re closer to fulfillment than we were when Advent began, please let me share about Thomas Merton.
One of the great spiritual writers of the mid-20th century, Merton died, accidentally electrocuted by a faulty fan, 50 years ago, December 10th, 1968, in Bangkok.
The son of artist-parents, he was a brilliant, inquisitive outrageous ‘playboy’ of a young man, when at 23, and alone in the world, he sought out Baptism as a Roman Catholic. 3 years later, he entered the Trappist Novitiate of Gethsemani Abbey, outside Bardstown, Kentucky.
And despite the silent, cloistered, simple, austere life there, he would become a world renowned writer, correspondent and spiritual and political commentator.
He yearned for the whole of creation to find its connectedness – it’s unity and community - with God and each other.
Just a few of his insights:
(On Christmas and the Incarnation)
“Into this world, this demented inn, in which there is absolutely no room for him at all, Christ has come uninvited. But because he cannot be at home in it — because he is out of place in it, and yet must be in it — his place is with those others who do not belong, who are rejected because they are regarded as weak; and with those who are discredited, who are denied the status of persons, and are tortured, exterminated. With those for whom there is no room, Christ is present in this world. He is mysteriously present in those for whom there seems to be nothing but the world at its worst. It is in these that He hides himself, for whom there is no room.”
(On Saintliness) “For me, to be a saint means to be myself. Therefore the problem of sanctity and salvation is in fact the problem of finding out who I am, and discovering my true self.”
There’s so much more; for now, for now, enjoy this sampling!