For Whom the Bell Tolls

 

This past weekend two teenagers were killed in an auto accident on St. Helena Island.  As is the case with most young death, there was no rhyme, no seeming reason, no point.  In the aftermath of the accident, Facebook and other social media have been full of commentary from people close and not-so-close to the lost children.  The themes vary, but they reflect both of the messages found in my title verse.

 

This haunting phrase has been widely misattributed, misquoted and misinterpreted. Victims of modern culture think it to have been written by a sodden Ernest Hemingway, and thereafter made into a movie. In truth, the line was authored by John Donne, the 17th century writer, poet and Chaplain to the Court of St. James, in what is known as Meditation XVII. Often written as “ask not for whom the bell tolls,” the actual form is thus:

 

No man is an island, entire of itself

Every man is a piece of the continent

A part of the main

If a clod be washed away by the sea

Europe is the less…

Any man’s death diminishes me

Because I am involved in mankind

Therefore

Never send to know for whom the bells tolls;

It tolls for thee

 

As to interpretation, eastern mystics have co-opted the words of this Anglican priest, seeking to use them in the narrow context of the oneness of mankind.  Donne clearly was making this point, and the fact that many of the social commentators on the loss of those two young people were not related and were not classmates demonstrates that, deep down, we feel every loss.  We should, and do, share in every misfortune of mankind, whether it occurs close to us or at a distance.  No man is an island; we know this as a function of instinct.

 

However, a full reading of Mediation XVII and an understanding of Donne’s life and theology reveals his further intent.  The tolling of the bell refers to the old European tradition of ringing the chapel bell when someone died.  That mournful sound would immediately create the question in the mind of the hearer:  who has died; for whom is the bell tolling?

 

And Donne’s point is clear.  Today, that bell tolls for some other dear soul.  But tomorrow, that bell will toll for you.  Later in Meditation XVII, he says:

 

…when one man dies, one chapter is not torn out of the book,

but translated into a better language;

and every chapter must be so translated;

God employs several translators;

some pieces are translated by age, some by sickness,

 some by war, some by justice;

but God’s hand is in every translation,

and his hand shall bind up all our scattered leaves

again for that library

where every book shall lie open to one another

 

When Donne entreats us “send not to know for whom the bell tolls; it tolls for thee,” he is reminding us that our mortality sits near and present upon our lives, and that we should ever be in constant prayer that the time we have is spent in whatever endeavor God has ordained.  For one day, the story of that time will lie open to His unflinching gaze.  If we love Him and are thankful for all He has done for us, we will not want that book to be a disappointment to Him.  As we witness or live through young death, let us redouble our efforts to find and follow the path God has laid out for us on this pilgrim journey.

Working on Mysteries, Without Any Clues

Forgive me for using an old Bob Seger lyric, but it’s descriptive of what our lives are like when we try to live without spiritual guidance.  As in the above lithograph of John Bunyan’s Christian, every day we face choices across the entire landscape of our existence, and if we rely on nothing but reason and intellect and emotion and all the other extant influences of the natural world we will constantly find ourselves making bad decisions and heading down dangerous roads.

Despite our prideful self-delusions of control, the truth of the matter is that life is replete with mysteries, the depth of which none of us, in himself, has the slightest clue how to fathom.  The natural man, in his unbelief, relies on all the wrong information and as a result comes up with all the wrong answers.  Even the Christian person faces the challenge of understanding God’s will for his life, and struggles daily to find the path God has laid out for him.  This path only becomes clearer with spiritual growth, and unfortunately spiritual growth is a neglected concept in the church and in the mindset of many believers.

We are all working on mysteries.  But the justified have access to every clue necessary to finding the path.  The trick is to attune ourselves to those clues, so that we might access them when faced with decisions.

I’m facing two of those decisions, right now.  In this space I want to discuss one of them, in the hopes that by sharing the process with you we will both learn something and at the same time I will move forward toward clarity for myself.  This is the essence of the Pilgrim journey.

Some weeks ago I discovered that the Angel Food ministries program of food distribution to the needy and the working poor had gone out of business.  I’ve had some experience with this program in my churches, and I know that it has been a Godsend to many families.  Upon learning that the program had closed, I was immediately prompted to see if there were any replacement programs in our area.

 

Pilgrim Point One:  Promptings

It doesn’t qualify you as a candidate for therapy if you admit that you hear voices in your head.  Everyone hears those little voices.  All the psychological implications and explanations are beyond the scope of this post, but suffice it to say that our conscience is constantly chattering at us.  The trick is to know when that prompt is coming from your carnal spirit, a demonic spirit, or the Holy Spirit.

Thereof we may write a volume of books.  To attempt simplicity is a fool’s errand.  But we can say this much, in beginning the task. If we are not in close fellowship with God, that is, if we have unconfessed sin in our lives or are in some other way spiritually compromised, our capacity for properly discerning the promptings of the Spirit and properly identifying the whispered poison of the adversary is very much diminished.  We must strive to remain steeped in the means of grace and daily in communication with God, so that when the promptings of the Spirit come (and they will come) we recognize them and cultivate the habit of following them.

So as I evaluate and potentially pursue this ministry of providing food to the needy, I must examine my spiritual condition every day (we shall discuss Ignatius’ Daily Examen of Consciousness as an aid to this process.)  Remaining in close fellowship with God is the pre-requisite to understanding the Promptings of the Spirit. I invite you to join me and I solicit your prayers as we continue upon this Pilgrim journey.

The Paraclete and the P-51

“But when the Comforter (parakletos) is come, whom I will send unto you from the Father, [even] the Spirit of truth, which proceedeth from the Father, he shall testify of me.”   John 15:26

 I am a serious combat aircraft aficionado.  There is something inspiring about a powerful machine climbing into hostile skies, to engage a dangerous enemy in defense of a noble cause.  One can find so many stories of heroic men in these magnificent craft, changing the course of history by being in the right place at the right time, and doing the right thing against all odds.

Last night I was watching a Military Channel documentary about one such story.  As I listened, I was struck by an obvious spiritual parallel.

My favorite aircraft by a large margin is the P-51 Mustang.  It’s the most beautiful mechanical device I’ve ever seen, and the role it played in the Second World War was nothing short of miraculous.

In late 1943, the Allies were focusing on the task of bombing Nazi Germany into submission. There was a major problem, however.  While the bombers of the day could fly all the way from airfields in Britain to Berlin and back, their escort fighters could not.  This lack of range created a scenario where the bombers would overfly France with escort protection, but once into Germany the escorts had to turn around, leaving the bomber crews at the mercy of the Luftwaffe.  The losses suffered by American and British bombing squadrons during that portion of the war numbered in the tens of thousands, and the entire undertaking is viewed by historians as a failure.

The North American P-51 Mustang changed all that, and in doing so changed the course of the war.  Designed for dogfighting at long range and sporting six .50 caliber machine guns, the Mustang was able to stay with the bombers all the way to Germany and back.  Hermann Goerring was quoted as saying that the day he saw those magnificent fighters over Berlin, he knew the war was lost.  This coming from a man who had been a fighter ace himself.

Now listen, Pilgrim.  Here is the definitive image.  The big, slow, vulnerable bombers would lumber into German airspace, where the highly efficient killing machines of the Luftwaffe awaited.  But at the critical moment, the P-51 would appear, coming alongside the fighters and giving comfort and protection. 

Koine Greek is such a powerful vehicle for understanding scripture precisely because it always paints a picture. The koine Greek word parakletos, which is used in John 15:26 to refer to the Holy Spirit, paints the picture of a comforter who comes alongside, lending his strength for the battle and providing guidance on the journey home.  Much like the P-51 coming alongside and saving the lives of those airmen, the Comforter comes to our spirits in time of need (or, more importantly, when he is summoned) and gives us strength, succor and protection.

Pilgrim, we must cultivate our capacity to communicate with and utilize the power of the Holy Spirit in our lives. Without the Comforter’s salutary supernatural presence we are at the mercy of the Adversary.  This power and intercession is available to us at all times and in all places.

We can be confident beyond all doubt that when Satan looks up into the life of the Christian person and sees the Comforter coming alongside, he is at that moment certain that the war is lost.


Suscipe, Domine, universam meam libertatem.

Take, Lord, and receive all my liberty…

These are the opening words of the Suscipe, a prayer from St. Ignatius of Loyola.  They reflect the attitude of absolute submission to God’s will that exemplified the warrior-saint’s spiritual life, and they set the stage for his powerful and inspiring Exercises and Examen.  They also offer a worthy example for us, as we seek to find the Divine Will for our own lives.

The prayer, in full:

Take, O Lord, and receive

My entire liberty, my memory,

My understanding and my whole will

All that I am and all that I possess,

You have given me

I surrender it all to You,

To be disposed of according to Your will

Give me only Your love and Your grace

With these I will be rich enough,

And will desire nothing more.

 

In the coming days I will introduce you to the remarkable Ignatius, in the truly productive time of his life prior to his cooptation by the Catholic Church.  In those days, acting simply as a man of God in search of God’s will, he was inspired to develop The Spiritual Exercises and The Daily Examen of Consciousness.  In the formative days of my faith and ministry, the discovery of these wonderful methods of discernment and Christian meditation served as a powerful catalyst for spiritual growth.  I have developed a Protestant iteration of these tools, minus the Mariolatry and focusing on the practical presence of the Holy Spirit.

In this short post I simply invite you to follow the directions of the Exercises.  Sit quietly, be still, and know that you are in the presence of your Creator.  Understand your position as His creation.  Become humbled by that knowledge.

And pray:  suscipe.

One Pilgrim’s Journey Done

Today would have been my daddy’s eighty-second birthday.  I’m sitting here looking at a photo of him at the age of thirty five.  That sweet, mischievous smile will live forever.

Many men have trouble using the word “Daddy.”  It has an oddly childlike ring to it. Grown men use the words “Dad,” “Father,” “Pop,” terms like that.  But for me to use any of those words would inaccurately reflect who this precious man was to me, every moment of our lives. He was my daddy, and I never called him anything else.

He called me Snag.  Yes, Snag.  He pinned that one on me when I was about eight years old.  There are two versions of where it came from, and they both originate about the same time so I like to think that both are valid.  One view is that my front baby teeth had fallen out and for a while I was quite snaggletoothed.  The other is that, as he coached my Dixie Youth baseball team he once noted that I snagged everything that came close.  I must admit I prefer version two, but either one is fine.  Snag is the bestest nickname a firstborn son ever had, and it was music to my ears.

Dr. Ed Young Sr. preaches a sermon on Romans 8:15, in which he comments on the interpretation of the Koine Greek word “Abba.”  He points out that, although it is commonly translated as “father,” it is clear from Paul’s context that God is and wants us to know Him as our personal, real, intimate father and that those of us who are so inclined are free to use whatever patriarchal term we wish to use.  ”We can call him Daddy,” Dr. Young tells us.  I loved it when I heard that.  My creator eternal father and my precious earthly father.

My Heavenly Daddy.  My earthly Daddy.  Just as God intended it.  It’s an important point for us to understand, and to teach our kids.  It gives us all the divinely-intended frame of reference.

When I see Reverend Hollis again, somewhere over Jordan, he will walk up to me, smile that sweet smile and say, “Hey, Snag, how ya been?”  And I will wrap my arms around him and say, “It’s been tough, Daddy, but it’s all right now.”

And I have God’s promise that these tears I’m crying right now will be long gone.

 

We’re all Pilgrims

  • We’re all Pilgrims
    • pilgrim [ˈpɪlgrɪm]

    1. a person who undertakes a journey to a sacred place as an act of religious devotion

    2. any wayfarer

    The word is essentially Middle English, deriving from Latin, and the deeper sense of the word is “foreigner traveling through a strange land.”

    I’ve discovered what I hope you’ve discovered as well; this world is not my home.  I am a foreigner, travelling through a strange land.  We can no more become permanent residents here than a drop of water can become a permanent resident in a specific spot in the ocean.  That drop of water is constantly in motion, on its inexorable journey toward whatever final destination nature holds for it.

    One might notice, however, that these definitions offer a choice with regard to the nature of our individual journeys.  Put simply, we can be Definition 2 pilgrims, wayfaring hither to yon, with no eternal status and no eternal destination.  Or we can commit to Definition 1, which immediately gives form and purpose and goal to our time here on Earth.

    I’m a Definition 1 guy.  I am a Pilgrim, on a journey to a sacred place, as an act of religious (I prefer the clarity of the word spiritual) devotion.  I invite you to join me on this journey.

    Since today’s world is all about branding and identification, I chose long ago to use the appellation Silver Pilgrim in referring to myself and my ministry. There is a very simple explanation; silver is the color of redemption and spiritual renewal.  I have been redeemed by the grace of God, through faith in Christ.  I have been renewed from the death of an earthly existence, and granted citizenship in The Kingdom of Heaven. And I am engaged in a journey to the sacred presence of God, as an act of spiritual devotion to Him.

    Wow.  That seems easy. The real challenge is discerning the purposes for which he has set me on this journey, and then finding the path through this alien land.  This is the nature of my journey.  It is your journey as well.  In the coming days, I invite you to join me for a moment each day, as we search through the many resources God has provided for us toward discerning these purposes and finding the path.  Scripture is our non-negotiable basis, but God has given us many other sources of truth and guidance.  As long as they stand the test of scripture, they may be useful to us.

    You will meet C.S. Lewis.  You will meet the Apostle Paul.  You will meet Ignatius of Loyola in the days when he was simply a man discovering God. You will meet John Donne. You will meet J.R.R. Tolkien and some of his more interesting characters and concepts. This list is endless and will contain surprises.  The only guarantee is that it will not be boring.  And I believe you will learn something, as I do each time I  undertake the search.

    Come join me, pilgrim.  Let’s take this journey together.