Cathedral News, March 12, 2017

 
 
 

The Lent study book that I have recommended this year is Pilgrim Road: A Benedictine Journey through Lent, by Albert Holtz (Morehouse, 2015). Our first discussion group met last Wednesday, and we had an excellent discussion about the first week’s readings and some of the directions in which they led us. One, in particular, caught the imagination of some in our group. I reproduce it here for your consideration and reflection.

Dieppe, France: Being Unfinished

The sturdy brick houses of this newer section of Dieppe, up in the hill east of the old town, are designed to keep out the damp and chill that are so typical of Normandy. As we drive to church this Sunday morning I say to my hosts, “Well, maybe there’ll be some sunshine later today.” I’ve been staying with Bernard and Colette for almost a week, and I still haven’t seen the sun…

We arrive at the neighborhood church, where I am introduced to the pastor and invited to concelebrate the Sunday Eucharist with him. Since we have a few minutes before Mass starts, Bernard proudly shows me around his parish church. There’s not a whole lot to see: it’s a large brick structure with pleasant rounded arches running down both sides of the central nave. As we’re walking toward the sacristy, he points out the pillars that support the arches. “You see how the columns near the altar are perfectly smooth cylinders? Well, now look at the ones toward the back.”

When I turn around and look out into the body of the church, I see what he’s getting at: the rest of the pillars are different. They’re not smooth, cylindrical columns but rather twelve-sided pillars, with a dozen flat facets running top to bottom.

“Some people say that the original plan was for all the columns to be rounded smoothly like the ones up front here, but they ran short of cash. So to save money they didn’t round off the rest of the pillars but left them unfinished, with all those flat sides.”

Time to get vested. In a few minutes I’m walking out into the sanctuary to concelebrate Sunday Mass with the parish priest…I look out toward the crowded pews, and I notice those unfinished pillars—twelve-sided, incomplete. It occurs to me that this is an unfinished church. It will always be unfinished.

Then, as I study the faces in the congregation, I realize that we’re all members of an unfinished Church. We…will never be quite perfect—at least not this side of heaven. Ours will always be an incomplete Church—always striving toward perfection, and always falling short. Just like this parish church building, the Church on earth will never be finished…

The main reason that the Church is unfinished, of course, is that we humans are ourselves perpetually unfinished. We’ve all experienced the sense that there is always something more to learn, to accomplish, to become. It is this “incurable unfinishedness,” as one philosopher calls it, that sets us apart from other living things, because in trying to “finish” ourselves, we become creators. Our incurable unfinishedness keeps us childlike, capable of learning and growing. We may be trying to head toward perfection, but none of us will ever arrive there…

I look again at one of the twelve-sided columns, and it occurs to me that not only is imperfection okay, it’s our unique strong point. We’re supposed to be unfinished! Humans exist in the gap between what is and what could be, between the reality and the dream, the already and the not-yet. And it is precisely in this gap that the saints are made. Virtue presumes that we are not yet at the ideal: virtue is the struggle to close the gap between what we are and what we’re called to be—we can be virtuous, we can be saints, only if we’re imperfect.

Prayer is our spirit’s response to the experience of the gap, of being “hungry for God.” The psalmist prays in Psalm 42, “As a deer longs for flowing streams, so my soul longs for you, O God.” We can only pray if we are unfinished.

Imperfections, setbacks, and sins, then, are all part of the striving; they’re all grist for the mill. They’re the place where we are destined to meet God—in the gap. Wherever there is that unfinishedness, there is the call to holiness: in the kitchen, the office, the hospital room, or the supermarket. Wherever there is that sense of striving, there is a saint in the making. From this point of view, then, there is no such thing as an “obstacle” to sainthood. Saints may be preoccupied with raising a family and balancing the checkbook; we may be struggling with our too-crowded daily schedule, our short temper, our jealousy; we may have to live with the memory of a painful experience in the past or a physical disability. No matter what, it is through and in the experience of our imperfections that God wants to meet us.

We stand for the Eucharistic Prayer…I look out at the people singing. Here are saints with cares and trials, problems and sins, shortcomings and fears. Here is the Church.

A ray of warm, golden light bursts through a window to my left. The sun at last! It highlights a twelve-sided pillar, one of those unfinished columns in an unfinished church filled with unfinished saints.

Read the rest of the announcements.