The Feast of Pardon of St. Francis of Assisi, PART I

To love God in the most practical way is to love our fellow beings. If we feel for others in the same way as we feel for our own dear ones, we love God.

 ––Meher Baba

“Our Lady of Ferguson” by Mark Doox. See his website here.

“Our Lady of Ferguson” by Mark Doox. See his website here.

I have some preliminary thoughts related to racial justice and my own spiritual community of Sufism Reoriented. It seems appropriate to make this attempt on the upcoming celebration of August 2nd which commemorates the special Franciscan Feast of Universal Pardon. The Perfect Master Francis of Assisi created this feast because he wanted all people to experience the uncompromising inclusion of the Divine at his “spiritual seat” of the Portiuncula chapel. This small sacred place was important for him personally, since there he was finally able to let go of feeling deeply worthless and embrace true humility in union with Christ in all creatures. It is the experience that the jivanmukta (God-realized soul) Nisargadatta Maharaj (1897-1981) described when he said, “Wisdom is knowing I am nothing, Love is knowing I am everything, and between the two my life moves.” Beloved Francis was concerned that since everyone in his world believed that only going to St. Peter’s Basilica in Rome would confer such a blessing, he wanted to provide a tangible way for his fellow “minores,” who could not afford the trip to Rome, to feel this pardon and this freedom for love right where they live and in their bodies as he did. 

There is a wonderful replica of the Porziuncula chapel here in Washington, DC, which is on the garden-grounds of the Franciscan Monastery. My studio-office is on the grounds as well, right behind the chapel. I feel that it was no accident that I have been creating art and writing scholarship under the aegis of this unique tradition since 2006, as my mission at “Reunion Studios” is to create a new world culture that celebrates a reconciliation and reunion with our true Self, with others, and with the natural world. There is an even more fabulous replica of the Porziuncula in San Francisco, CA that I recommend seeing after this travail of pandemics allows travel. It is called the Nuova Porziuncola located in the North Beach part of town that Pope Benedict XVI named a Holy Site in 2008. In the inlay of the front steps are written in Italian Francis’s saying, “Oh Brothers and Sisters, I want you all to go to heaven!”

Exterior of Porziuncola chapel at the Franciscan Monastery in Washington, DC

Exterior of Porziuncola chapel at the Franciscan Monastery in Washington, DC

Interior of the Nuova Porziuncula in San Francisco, CA

Interior of the Nuova Porziuncula in San Francisco, CA

Francis never emphasized hell, only heaven. Dante Alighieri, who later wrote about hell or l’inferno in his epic poem La Commedia never said that people were there because God put them there. They chose it rather than face the Truth of their existence in Paradise, which is the genius of Dante. Some Christians today are finally waking up to the idea that there is no eternal place of conscious torment for any soul after death; that such an idea is incompatible with Jesus’ most important teaching that one love God with one’s entire being and love one’s neighbor as one’s very self. The key is making sure to understand that one’s neighbor is one’s very self and that there is no creature that is not one’s neighbor. The teaching resonates with the memorable response by Sri Ramana Maharshi (1879-1950) in the tradition of Advaita Vedānta. When asked how one should treat others, the great jivanmukti replied, “There are no others.” The most recent book by Eastern Orthodox theologian David Bentley Hart argues for abandoning hell in Christian belief, entitled That All Shall Be Saved. He writes,

“Really, all our language of Christian love is rendered vacuous to the precise degree that we truly believe in eternal perdition. Love my neighbor all I may, if I believe hell is real, I cannot love him as myself. My conviction that there is a hell to which one of us might go while the other enters into the Kingdom of God means that I must be willing to abandon him — indeed, abandon everyone — to a fate of total misery while yet continuing to assume that, having done so, I shall be able to enjoy perfect eternal bliss (155)”.

One writer in the US Evangelical tradition, Rick Pidock, argues that Evangelicals’ attachment to this teaching is related to love of Bible and love of going to church services over love of neighbor. The (il)logic is that going to church is one’s ticket to heaven. Not going to a Christian church is unfaithfulness to God’s scripture and reason enough for damnation. In the context of a global pandemic when going to church services is quite literally placing one’s neighbor in peril, such teaching about hell ignore’s Jesus’ own word and has real world effects. See Pidock’s insightful critique here. He writes, 

“once you have allowed in your mind for someone to be set on fire forever as something they deserve, the thought of them suffering temporarily from COVID-19 in a hospital bed doesn’t quite seem to be that big a deal anymore. The theology of eternal conscious torment deadens the humanity of both the person being seen and the seer.”

The same dynamic plays out in the white Christian ability to ignore the suffering of Black people or any other subaltern group in American society, while maintaining its long traditions of white supremacy, conscious or unconscious. 

There is a similar problem related to understandings of the afterlife in my own spiritual path of Sufism Reoriented and the wider world of Meher Baba-lovers. The issue twists our thoughts, feelings, and treatment of others in this life. As a group of about 450, Sufism Reoriented boasts only a handful of Blacks, Indigenous, and people of color. In terms of the wider Baba world, it is more difficult to quantify, but people of European descent make up the majority of participants in any Meher Baba gathering in the US that I have attended. When in India for these gatherings that I have been to, those representing the US and other western countries are also by far a majority of white people. Simply said, in the United States of America, we who love Meher Baba comprise a white community. I am not embarrassed by European culture and its iteration in the New World, for I know the important divine assignment to master matter that it accomplished as preparation for a new spiritual age of joy and harmony. (See Murshida Carol Weyland Conner’s article about this issue here). I am only taking note that we as a group are a by-product of the racism that accompanied this material mastery and the racist nation in which we as a Sufi school was formed. I am proud to say that in some important ways, to the extent that we, who are Sufis follow the guidance of our Murshids, we use our power and influence to confront racism within and without. In the current parlance, we seek to take responsibility for the lifelong work of admitting when we are being racist (because we are) and make every effort to be antiracist each day, protecting Black bodies from white supremacy. We received incredible training to be of service in the pattern of Meher Baba for years following our Murshids, and now we are using that training in more public ways in award-winning service projects that Murshida Conner designed and manages. These projects seek nothing less than completely alleviating the scourge of poverty. See the page dedicated to Murshida on our website and scroll down to “White Pony Express” to learn more about the beautiful work being done in Contra Costa County in Northern California, here in Washington, DC, and in Myrtle Beach, SC. Her projects attack the issues of racism head on, which is to dissolve the economic roots of its existence. Hopefully, more people will catch this breeze of service and create similar programs that give from the surplus of privilege to the want of those on the margins, all with an eye to place the marginalized within the mainstream of American life and culture. 

We as Baba Lovers need to recognize that we are not capable of knowing how to be anti-racist in a vacuum or in theory. We need to recognize that only those who suffer bodily harm at the hands of white supremacy are the only ones capable of being a sincere and honest mirror. Some of us are trying, but I see enough evidence in our Sufi membership and in the wider Baba world that we still don’t care. We don’t recognize the supreme authority of Blacks, the Indigenous, and Peoples of Color in this area. Instead we “whitesplain” and use our teaching about karma and rebirth to place an insidious comfortable distance between us and racial justice.

Sufism Reoriented is so far a white group. I think it means that we are not yet worthy of the maturity that Blacks, Indigenous, and Peoples of Color have had to learn carrying the traumatic burden of racism in their bodies. I look forward to the day when Sufism grows up enough be a truly mixed community.

What do I mean that as Baba lovers our brand of belief in karma and rebirth distorts how we think of racial justice? I will share these thoughts in my next blog post.

Happy early Feast of Universal Pardon. May we know the mercy of God’s Love so deeply within that we may live it more fully without. There is no supremacy but Love’s.

The Adventure of Social Resurrection in Divine Darkness

The celebration of Christ’s Resurrection and bodily Transfiguration is one that is best celebrated as a communal event, just as the Eastern Orthodox Christians will celebrate it this coming Sunday (They are on a different calendar than the Latin West). See this beautiful icon from Turkey as an example of what I mean. The Orthodox celebrate Christ first going down not up. He goes down to break apart the doors of Hell and reaching his hand into the darkness there to pull all people out with him as they ALL rise. The Resurrection is not an individual matter, but a social one and it is uncompromisingly universal and inclusive of all peoples, whether they be human or vegetable, fish, or mountain range. Catholics and Protestants need to retrieve this. Richard Rohr, who is a Franciscan and is sensitive to the issue, does this in his new book The Universal Christ (Convergent Books, 2019), and earlier Dr. John Dominic Crossan and Sarah Sexton Crossan’s book Resurrecting Easter: How the West Lost and the East Kept the Original Easter Vision (Harper Collins, 2018) make this excellent point.

Easter is celebrated in the Catholic Church over an 8-day period––what’s called an “octave,” which is also a musical term. I think it is true to say that music is one way in which spiritual truth and love are best expressed. The liturgical music that shaped me growing up came through my mom and dad. We sang all kinds of songs for mass, mostly folk music which was made popular at the time with the changes of Vatican II. But at the University of Notre Dame where I sang in many choirs, I learned more about hymnody. Steve Warner and the ND Folk Choir were my main teachers. I am so grateful. Each day now, during this pandemic the University of Notre Dame sends an email to friends and family with music and the mass readings for the day. Today’s Gospel reading is from Luke 24:13-25, the story of the Road to Emmaus. Jesus greets two men walking to this small village from Jerusalem and they don’t recognize him until he stops and breaks bread with them. He vanishes from their sight in the breaking, but he remains in their hearts in the recognition. It is a wonderful story that resonates with the experience of Meher Baba when he dropped his body and his lovers gathered at his tomb the first week of February 1969, no one noticing that he had gone. He was so fully present because his love was unbounded! The song that ND sent along with the Luke story is sung by the Notre Dame Children’s Choir, which is equally wonderful as the story. The hymn is called “Joyful is the Dark.” It is set to a profound poem written by the Englishman Brian Wren. The darkness of death and hell is celebrated in this song as the very birthplace of light, which encourages me at least to befriend the dark. I don’t know of a better message and Dr. Wren does it justice with deep feeling. The musical composition by Hillary Doerries is also very lovely. 

In the Sri Aurobindo Ashram, they celebrate something similar that has been forming my experience for the past 20 years. They talk about and more importantly, experience a dawning new creation and new human being as a result of the work of their spiritual guides, the Mother (1878-1973) and Sri Aurobindo (1872-1950). The darkness of the old world that is right now trying to hold on to its supremacy is dying: a world of “mainstream and marginalized,” of “people who are right and people who are wrong,” of “old-time religion.” Their dawning “new time religion” is not a religion at all, but a non-sectarian path called the Integral Yoga, and it seeks to break old forms and integrate what can move forward in the new creation. The Ashram is still going strong today in Pondicherry, India, comprised of some of the most mature human beings I have ever met. It is a wonder. 

The Mother said that the old world exists next to this new world that is now coming, a world of universal inclusion, universal transfiguration. But to live in that new world, to strengthen its presence so that it can take over the strength of the old world, one must let go of the old ways of being religious. One must set out on a completely new adventure. I don’t want to make these posts too long, so I invite you to read the full account of the Mother’s words on this delicious subject here. (She made these remarks on July 10, 1957, which is an important date for those who love Meher Baba as he began his silence on July 10, 1925). The following is a taste of her words that moves me, and I hope it moves you too; that you might see how much God is flooding all paths with the same divine force even as the paths themselves become more what they are meant to be––the Catholic mystic path, the Sufism Reoriented path, and the Integral Yoga path in my case. Even more, there is a flood of divine force that invites one into the third space between all these paths, as I wrote about last time.

The Mother concludes her remarks this way, 

“There are people who love adventure. It is these I call, and I tell them this: ‘I invite you to the great adventure.’

“It is not a question of repeating spiritually what others have done before us, for our adventure begins beyond that. It is a question of a new creation, entirely new, with all the unforeseen events, the risks, the hazards it entails—a real adventure, whose goal is certain victory, but the road to which is unknown and must be traced out step by step in the unexplored. Something that has never been in this present universe and that will never be again in the same way. If that interests you... well, let us embark. What will happen to you tomorrow—I have no idea.

“One must put aside all that has been foreseen, all that has been devised, all that has been constructed, and then... set off walking into the unknown. And—come what may! There.”

Worshipping the Christ Across Spiritual Paths

Today is Good Friday, the commemoration of Jesus’ Crucifixion, the second day of the Triduum. This special time is auspicious for me to begin a new chapter in life: to die to an old, though wonderful stage of growth, and in the residue and humus of this life, plant a new seed. I want to share my planting, my fertilizing, my watering, and my tending. It is a risky thing to do in this public way but feel the vulnerability is necessary to bear fruit that can be of service. One of the fruits I hope will be a book and this blog, I think, can be a place to explore ideas and potential expressions. Your sincere and compassionate comments are welcome. I feel, somehow, within the context of this Covid 19 Pandemic, I am freer to do this, supported by a shared, globally shared experience of helplessness and hopelessness that brings us all together in one boat.

I have been thoughtful about my spiritual journey from Jesus to other masters, most notably Meher Baba and his Sufi Murshids, as well as the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. (Ramana Maharshi, Papaji, Nisargadatta, Sri Ramakrishna and Swami Vivekananda are among a few others who are expanding my spiritual family as well). The passage from Jesus to these beautiful Friends has been a twenty-year journey that is now culminating in a way that propels me to return to Jesus and my Catholic formation from their vantage.

The need to do this was most fully awoken this past July with my dad’s death after a battle with cancer. His funeral mass and my worshiping with my family since then has flooded the river of my childhood religion with an ocean of love. I have decided that I will write a book about this process as it relates to a theology of the God-Man across spiritual paths, to channel my creativity in this way to help myself process grief, to integrate faith traditions, and possibly to help others who find themselves in between life stages and in between religions that feed their soul in different ways. I find myself living in what scholars call a “third space” where one can find support to see one’s home tradition more fully in light of another. This third space is also, I have discovered, a setting that hosts a very high form of love that floods all other spaces.. In fact, this third space can become a home in and of itself. My childhood home of Catholicism has been expanded by my adventures of finding a home in Meher Baba and his spiritual school of Sufism Reoriented, as well as the Mother and Sri Aurobindo. I want to explore the potentials of sharing this journey through this media to see how it strikes others, how it might name or not their reality.

For my Christian brothers and sisters, I wish you a blessed Good Friday. May our contemplation of the cross awoken a deeper commitment to share His suffering as we seek to alleviate it in others. If we cannot alleviate, may we stand in it silently with others so they know and feel that they are not alone. I have found that sometimes a smile will do.