St. Gregory’s Church Woodstock

Sunday, August 16, 2009, Eleventh Sunday after Pentecost

The Rev’d Susan Auchincloss


Proverbs 9:1-6; John 6:51-58

For today’s reading go to:http://bible.oremus.org

In a college psychology class our professor once quipped, “We all know the mind and the body are one. The question is, which one?” I'm recalling this witty remark now, because it leads into the topic of today's sermon. That is, “How does the Bible work?” And, “How can I make it work for me?”

If we say, “The mind and the body are one,” we speak from a certain level of our mind; and when we add, “but which one?” we jump up to a different level. Let me sketch out a few of the differences between these two levels of consciousness, and then give an example of how they interact. The first level – the level that sees the body and mind as one – lies deep, and for the sake of making the distinction I'll call it the level of wisdom. The second level lies at the surface, and I'll call it the level of thoughts, meaning all mental activity, including perceptions and feelings.

At the level of wisdom our minds are passive, simply aware. Wisdom deals in wholes. It does not so much perceive the whole picture, it participates in the whole picture. Wisdom is what it beholds. This drives the thinking mind crazy. The thinking mind depends, as it must, on clear boundaries, definite definitions. It deals in logical connections; and in contrast to the passivity of wisdom, the thinking mind goes out questing for action.

This story will illustrate the difference. It comes from the book, Kitchen Table Wisdom by Rachel Naomi Remen. The doctor who told this story directed a neonatal unit in a large hospital. For several weeks this doctor had struggled to save a tiny, premature baby. Finally, despite all the resources of the hospital's state-of-the-art, intensive care nursery, the doctor had to acknowledge that the baby was dying. She phoned the parents to come quickly so that they would have time to say good-bye. After she hung up, all the beeping and the bustle of the unit got on her nerves. She wanted to compose herself and marshall her thoughts for when the parents arrived. The chapel offered the kind of quiet she sought, so she went there to try to find the words she would need when she looked into the eyes of the parents and told them their son was not going to make it.

After fifteen minutes she went to meet the parents. As she walked along the corridor, the thought came to her to try a certain drug. Irritated, she dismissed the thought. The drug in question had no relevance to the baby's condition. Still, the thought persisted. She met the parents and explained that everything had been done to save the baby's life. Then together they walked to the baby's isolette so that the mother and father could say good-bye. The sadness on the parents' faces tore at the doctor's heart, and she found herself blurting out, against all reason, that there was one further drug they could try. They gave their permission, though the baby appeared moribund.

The doctor administered the injection herself. As they stood there, the baby continued gasping for breath and remained quite blue. Minutes passed; no change. Giving the parents time alone with the baby to make their good-byes, the doctor went to her office and busied herself with paper work. A few hours later she was astonished to see that they were still there. In fact, the baby's breathing was normal and the baby was no longer blue.

Afterwards the doctor felt deeply disturbed. Why? Because she could not account for what had happened, and it threatened to upset her entire worldview. So she dismissed the whole thing, though she remained troubled. A few years later she read in a medical journal about a team of physicians who had used this same drug for the same condition. Relieved, the doctor assumed that somewhere she had read about the unorthodox use of that drug before she tried it. She simply had not remembered reading it. So she contacted the authors of the article to ask where they had learned about this unusual use of the drug. Stunned, she learned that they had no precedent; they had, as they thought, tried it for the first time.

The doctor had developed her upper-level mind, her logical, sense-making mind to the full. However, not only had she not developed the lower level of her mind, the level of wisdom, she did not know of its existence. This is where many people find themselves today when it comes to reading the Bible. We expect it to make sense to our upper-level mind; and of course to a degree it does; but much of it, perhaps most, addresses our deeper mind, our basic awareness. With the Bible, we are meant to read between the lines, as it were, to adopt an attitude of expectant listening. We let it impregnate us and then wait, as if we were awaiting a birth, for the meaning and wisdom to emerge.

Let's look at today's readings as a case in point. The first reading from the Hebrew Bible introduces a female figure called Wisdom. If we read the whole of the Book of Proverbs we find this figure developed amazingly. For instance, at one point she speaks as if she were God. At another point we learn that she had a role in creation. She says, “Ages ago I was set up, at the first, before the beginning of the earth.... When [God] established the heavens I was there... when [God] marked out the foundations of the earth, then I was beside [God] like a master worker.” We even hear her say, “Who ever finds me finds life.” Our sense-seeking minds want to cry out in frustration. “So, is God male or female?”

The Gospel of John solves the problem by calling this figure the Logos, the Word, and making her male. As such she becomes Jesus the Christ. The Gospel begins, “In the beginning was the Word, and the Word was with God and the Word was God.” Again our logical minds rebel at such slippery use of language. Let's get our definitions straight! Stop the shapeshifting! Yet wisdom makes sense of this morphing of genders. It says, “You cannot limit God to being male or female.”

Take another example. Wisdom says, “Come eat of my bread and drink of the wine I have mixed. Lay aside immaturity and live, and walk in the way of insight.” This is more than poetry. If we want Wisdom she has to become our food and drink; we must make her a part of us at the cellular level. Friends, Jesus knew the Hebrew Bible! His action at the last supper would have recalled this image. It makes no sense at the level of our logical minds – “This is my body, given for you.” What, are we cannibals? But taken in at the level of basic awareness, we accept that, as Jesus said, he is “the living bread that came down from heaven.” To have eternal life we must make him part of us – not only as a thought, not only as a body of beliefs, not only at the level of our logical minds, but at what we can only call the cellular level, the level of wisdom. We not only perceive Jesus Christ, we participate in Jesus Christ.

Yesterday the church celebrated the feast of St. Mary the Virgin. Here again, the story of Mary's virginity challenges our logical minds. Like the doctor, we want to reject the idea and stick with what makes sense. Yet if we go apart, to some hospital chapel of the heart, and wait, the story turns out to be life-giving. We begin to see that what happened to Mary can happen to us. And it does not depend on some external agent.

I want to close with a different image. We have stood on the shore of the ocean and watched as the waves rolled in. Paradoxically, while the waves roll in, the tide may be flowing out. In a similar way, whatever may be happening at the level of our thinking minds, there is a tide that always flows in one direction, toward wholeness and healing. We could call that tide God or the Holy Spirit or Wisdom. It takes practice to align ourselves with the tide as well as the waves. We get that practice every time we seek refuge, as the neonatologist did. It may be a physical chapel, but it can equally well be a chapel of the mind, a moment of prayer, a brief period of centering ourselves in the house with seven pillars. Amen.