Some Sunday morning thoughts as I check in on the Alvarez-Djokovic final at Wimbledon this morning…
I drop in to the Van Gogh Cypresses exhibition at the Met, and it’s crowded of course, and yet the organizers have wisely spaced the paintings out so there’s at least some room between them. A quote from a letter Van Gogh wrote to his brother Theo: “I also need a starry night with cypresses – perhaps above a field with ripe wheat.” Of course it’s a glimpse into what will become “Starry Night”, so famous at the Museum of Modern Art, and now part of the Met exhibition. Flowing fields of wheat, a small village somewhere in France, and above it all swirling stars. At both MoMA and the Met, everyone wants a picture of it.
At MoMA, a series of black and white photographs from South Africa, from the apartheid era, and one of them shows a public bench with a sign on it that reads “Europeans only.” A well-dressed white woman sits on the bench. Other photographs show blacks waiting in a long line for medical care. These are photographs from not long ago that show what life was like, and likely continues to be like, for many in our world today. Art has a way of showing all that.
A book I find, “The Diary of Jesus Christ” by Bill Cain, SJ. He is a Jesuit who lives in Brooklyn. Interesting how he imagines Jesus keeping a diary, with his observations about daily life in Nazareth, his encounters with local people (his favorite person growing up is not the rabbi, but the local baker who makes abundant amounts of fresh bread and takes great joy in distributing it to anyone and everyone – such an insight!).
His forty days in the desert lead him to a great loneliness, and move him toward an understanding of the lives of so many lonely people around him (interesting in today’s New York Times an article about what seems an epidemic of loneliness in our country – it’s out there).
It’s all a very human Jesus, who is formed, influenced, shaped by his experience of life around him, and all of this is so very different from the kind of majestic, have-it-all-together Jesus we so often seem to imagine. He sees people, seeks to understand people, looks for moments of fun and joy (how much of that did we hear growing up?!). It’s the kingdom of God as abundance and plenty and receiving and open to all that is good in life.
So often, sometimes especially in church, we hear otherwise, a kind of grim list of what to believe and how. I still remember in Raleigh one of the questions for kids making their confirmation was “Define the trinity.” Define! How to define mystery? To define means to be precise, to fence in, to contain. There’s a place for that of course, but not in our relationship with God. This book opens that experience up.
OK, time to check on Wimbledon, and almost time for the farewell reception for our pastor Fr. Tom – blessings on everyone’s week!