23rd Sunday OT
Fr. Philip Neri Powell, OP
OLR, NOLA
Fr. Philip Neri Powell, OP
OLR, NOLA
Long
after celibacy and poverty have become routine for us priests and
religious, obedience remains a struggle. We can get used to not
having that one special someone, and we can get used to relying on
the community treasury for our basic needs. But surrendering my
stubborn will to the authority of another? That's a very different
story! When I'm asked to do something I don't want to do, I can hear
that sneaky spirit of rebellion whispering to me – You're an
adult! You're well-educated and entitled to your opinion! You know
what's best for you! You have rights too, you know! That's the
Self rising in pride to war against a vow made long ago. And because
I am being perfected and not yet perfect, I need to be reminded of
the wisdom of humility. Constantly reminded. The hand cannot grasp
without the wrist. Nor the wrist bend without the arm. And so on.
Humility – at the least – is the submission of one’s
body and soul to the necessity of playing well with others. In other
words, as Christians we don’t get to take our ball home just
because we don’t like the rules of the game. We’re in this game
of holiness together (like it or not) and sometimes that means (like
it or not) that we have to hear that we aren’t playing well with
others.
Despite
our discomfort with delivering or receiving such a message, deliver
and receive we must. The Lord tells Ezekiel, “If I tell the wicked,
‘O wicked one, you shall surely die [for disobeying me],’ and
[if] you do not speak out to dissuade the wicked from his way, the
wicked shall die for his guilt, but I will hold you responsible
for his death.” My hand may stick a knife into my enemy’s
heart because my enraged brain sends the order; however, I am held
responsible for his death – Me, body and soul. Not just my hand,
not just my brain. And when I am brought to justice for murder, it is
perfectly reasonable to ask: who knew he was capable of murder? Who
failed to teach him the sacredness of life? Who failed to speak out
and dissuade him? The law will call this “culpable negligence.”
Our Lord will call it “a failure to love.”
Paul,
in his letter to the Romans, referring to Christ’s teaching on the
greatest commandment, writes: “Owe nothing to anyone, except to
love one another; for the one who loves another has fulfilled the
law. . . Love does no evil to the neighbor; hence, love is the
fulfillment of the law.” Taking Ezekiel and Paul together we can
see that love and obedience are inseparably bound together. Love
without obedience is just sentimentality. Obedience without love is
just groveling. Love with obedience is fraternal correction done
well. This why Jesus, all too aware of our fragile egos and
nonetheless painfully aware of the consequences of our failure, lays
out a process for calling another to obedience in love: first,
one on one; then, one with two or three more; then one
with the whole Church. If the Church cannot extract obedience in love
from the dissenter, then “treat him as you would a Gentile or tax
collector,” that is, treat the stubborn one like an unclean
stranger or a traitor to the family. This is not cruel. It is
responsible stewardship.
Reflecting
on why fraternal correction is so difficult to deliver and receive, I
am forced to look carefully in the mirror. I won’t claim to be an
average American Catholic since most Catholics aren’t Dominican
priests. However, my stubborn will was trained in the modernist
assumptions of a rural working class family. Persons are highly
autonomous individuals. Freedom is the unhindered right to choose
whatever I want. And whatever I want is right for me. Years in
religious life have done a lot to inform my intellect about the
problems I face as a stubborn mule, but they have done little to move
my will. What does Paul say, “I do what I do not want to do. . .”
Essentially, the problem is this: when confronted with fraternal
correction I immediately argue myself to two conclusions: 1). the
person correcting me is not qualified to correct me because he is
sinful too, and 2). I refuse to listen because my corrector is
motivated by envy, or control issues, or a personal dislike, or
political enmity, so he can't be correcting me in love. In one fell
swoop I have committed two sins: presumption and lack of charity. And
the dry well I have dug for myself just gets deeper and deeper.
That
explains why I don’t hear correction well. Why don’t I deliver
correction well? Basically, I distrust my own motives and I fear that
the one I am correcting will point them out to me. Who wants to hear
the ugly truth about one’s prejudices? There’s also the danger
that the other guy will rebut with a correction of his own. And that
correction might be true! Ouch. Like most of you, I do not
want my freedom violated by a questionable correction, and I
certainly don’t want my freedom restricted by someone with an
agenda that fails to take love into account. . .even if what my
corrector is trying to tell in love me is true. . .maybe especially
if what he is trying to tell me is true! My experience tells me that
it is truly the extraordinarily holy person who can deliver and hear
a correction without the sins of pride and rebellion stirring up an
over-the-top reaction. But holiness is required of us. For better and
worse, we are nothing without love and we cannot grow in holiness
without obedience.
Paul’s
wisdom is our salvation here: “Owe nothing to anyone, except to
love one another. . .” Said another way, possess no debt except the
debt of love that you owe to those whom you have promised to love.
Alone, we are nothing. Together we are Christ, made one body in one
baptism for the preaching of the Word. The discipline of humility
that comes from fraternal correction is made possible by and
strengthened by a closed mouth and an opened heart. Difficult? Not at
all. It’s almost impossible. But if this life in Christ were
easy we would have no need for the Church, no need for one another.
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