“Wisdom
in the Extremes”
Luke
4:1-13
First
Presbyterian
The
Reverend Thomas A. Sweet
February
21, 2010
Lent
1
Readers of our midweek email know I
have been enamored lately of a book by Robert Kull entitled Solitude: Wisdom
in the Extremes. I did not
previously know Kull or his book, but I was browsing in Borders recently and
happened on it and bought it. It
turned out to be a fortuitous selection for the days leading up to Lent and, in
particular, for our lectionary gospel passage today in which Jesus was led by
the Spirit of God to be alone in the wilderness for the proverbial forty days
and nights.
In his book, written mostly in the form
of a journal that doubled as his Ph.D thesis, Kull describes a year he spent
absolutely alone in the wilds of Patagonia on the southern tip of
I see Kull as a modern day shaman of
sorts, a kind of medicine man for our day as Jesus was in his – medicine being
in the traditional sense of the word any practice or knowledge that can help to
heal us, to integrate the various strands of our lives, to encourage us toward
wholeness, and to teach us of God. A
shaman spends time away from the community in solitude in order to come back to
the community with wisdom – “medicine” – that will mend, repair,
nurture, restore, or provide guidance to the shaman and to the community and to
its members. In traditional
parlance, if I talked about seeking medicine for my life, I would not be
referring so much about aspirin and antibiotics but wisdom, vision, correction,
and direction that will help me to put my life together in a good, healthy, and
authentic way.
So Kull, living away from civilization
for a year in the solitude of extreme conditions, returned with medicine he
discovered not only for his own life but also for mine and many others who read
his book. For instance, in an entry
dated August 20, 2001, he wrote:
Last night, I went out to the rock, and sensed the
world as Holy. I tried to see what
usually keeps me from that
vision. It seems like desire
prevents me from experiencing all of Life – the good, the bad, the painful –
as Holy.
Peeling away layers of desire allows the sense of sacredness to flow in.
Desire often includes the rejection of what is
and the wish to have something different (p.
178).
Ah, medicine for me as it teaches me
how my desires can lead me away from the present moment, from the “now” of
my life with all that it has to offer me of both challenge and delight.
How can life be Holy to me if I am seeking to be somewhere else, in some
other imagined circumstance or future, instead of immersed in the right here and
now and the what is? Holiness, aliveness,
a sense of the sacred, a feeling of connectedness with all of life only can
happen when we are fully engaged in the present moment of our lives and paying
attention to the feelings, reactions, and lessons rising up from within us.
How many times in my life I have missed important lessons – the good,
the bad, and the painful – that the present moment and circumstances have
offered me because I am off romping in fields of my imagined desires and
therefore not listening to my real life and to the God who is speaking into it.
If you are out shoveling snow, be
shoveling snow, not desiring at that moment to be in the
Jesus likewise journeyed into an
extreme wilderness so that he could divine some “medicine” for his life and
for those to whom he felt called to return with the good news of God.
He had a devil of a time as he struggled with inner demons and
temptations that are common to most of us. But
he did it because he wanted to drink deeply of life and to experience the joy
and the freedom that come with living in harmony with God and God’s ways, and
then to come back and embark on a ministry of sharing what he had found.
Out in the wilderness, Jesus heard
voices urging him to be relevant. (“Turn
this stone into bread.”) He heard
voices exhorting him to consolidate power. (“You
will do well in the kingdoms of this world if you worship at the altar of greed
and wealth.”) He heard voices
pressuring him to do things that would make people stand up and take notice of
him and give him the accoutrements of fame and celebrity.
(“Throw yourself down from a high tower and God’s angels will catch
you.”)
It was only by facing those voices head
on, wrestling with them instead of repressing or suppressing them, that Jesus
was able to pass through and beyond the temptations to live what would have been
a lesser life, a life not illumined by the delicious subversiveness of God’s
ways in the world.
Lucille Clifton was a poet from
we
are running
running
and
time
is clocking us
from
the edge like an only
daughter.
our
mothers stream before us,
cradling
their breasts in their
hands.
oh
pray that what we want
is
worth this running,
pray
that we’re running
toward
what
we want.
During these days of Lent, my
“extreme” will be keeping a journal. As
much as I like to write, I never have been very good at keeping a personal
journal. Some wise person one time
said that we do not really know what we think or believe about something until
we write it down and I think my reticence about writing my life probably has
something to do with not wanting completely to face it.
Or not wanting to face down my demons and desires which, as Robert
Kull’s medicine has taught me, is an avoidance mechanism by which I can
preoccupy myself with some imagined alternative rather than dealing with the
realities of my present circumstances. Maybe
I haven’t wanted to face up to my failures.
Or to face off with prospective changes that are more comfortable to
postpone. So I shall hope for some
“wisdom in the extremes” as I exegete my life in a journal through these
days of Lent, confident that the Spirit of God will hover in and among my pages
as much as the Spirit of God covered Jesus in the desert.
I do not want to be running from my life or from God but into a deeper
embrace of both.
Within these days of Lent, to what
“extreme” might you go to listen more closely to your life and to God,
discerning wisdom for the next stretch of your life?
Welcome to your Lenten journey, 2010.
Amen.
Copyright © 2010 First Presbyterian Church