Saturday 7 November 2015

The Practice of the Presence of God by Brother Lawrence - Eleventh Letter


I was reading this book to see what "spiritual" insights could be offered by it and it struck me how similar the attitudes are in the Abrahamic traditions. When it comes to sickness and the spiritual struggle it represents, Jews, Christians and Muslims share many of the sentiments presented here in this letter. While some attitudes and teachings are comforting, others come across as insensitive and these are caused by an inclination to look at a problem solely from one perspective and not appreciate the physical effects of sickness on the body, emotions and thoughts. Such people's minds are warped by their understanding of faith, leading to outrageous statements like the opening line of this letter to a sick person who asks the Brother to pray for him in his time of need:

Eleventh Letter: I do not pray that you may be delivered from your pains; but I pray earnestly that God gives you strength and patience to bear them as long as He pleases. Comfort yourself with Him who holds you fastened to the cross. He will loose you when He thinks fit. Happy are those who suffer with Him. Accustom yourself to suffer in that manner, and seek from Him the strength to endure as much, and as long, as He judges necessary for you.

Worldly people do not comprehend these truths. It is not surprising though, since they suffer like what they are and not like Christians. They see sickness as a pain against nature and not as a favor from God. Seeing it only in that light, they find nothing in it but grief and distress. But those who consider sickness as coming from the hand of God, out of His mercy and as the means He uses for their salvation, commonly find sweetness and consolation in it.

I pray that you see that God is often nearer to us and present within us in sickness than in health. Do not rely completely on another physician because He reserves your cure to Himself. Put all your trust in God. You will soon find the effects in your recovery, which we often delay by putting greater faith in medicine than in God. Whatever remedies you use, they will succeed only so far as He permits. When pains come from God, only He can ultimately cure them. He often sends sickness to the body to cure diseases of the soul. Comfort yourself with the Sovereign Physician of both soul and body.

I expect you will say that I am very much at ease, and that I eat and drink at the table of the Lord. You have reason. But think how painful it would be to the greatest criminal in the world to eat at the king's table and be served by him, yet have no assurance of pardon? I believe he would feel an anxiety that nothing could calm except his trust in the goodness of his sovereign. So I assure you, that whatever pleasures I taste at the table of my King, my sins, ever present before my eyes, as well as the uncertainty of my pardon, torment me. Though I accept that torment as something pleasing to God.

Be satisfied with the condition in which God places you. However happy you may think me, I envy you. Pain and suffering would be a paradise to me, if I could suffer with my God. The greatest pleasures would be hell if I relished them without Him. My only consolation would be to suffer something for His sake.

I must, in a little time, go to God. What comforts me in this life is that I now see Him by faith. I see Him in such a manner that I sometimes say, I believe no more, but I see. I feel what faith teaches us, and, in that assurance and that practice of faith, I live and die with Him.

Stay with God always for He is the only support and comfort for your affliction. I shall beseech Him to be with you. I present my service.

Tuesday 27 October 2015

The Island of Doctor Moreau by H. G. Wells

The study of Nature makes a man at last as remorseless as Nature. I have gone on, not heeding anything but the question I was pursuing; [Dr. Moreau responds to his creations being called abominations; ethics doesn't come into it]

“This silly ass of a world,” he said; “what a muddle it all is! I haven't had any life. I wonder when it's going to begin. Sixteen years being bullied by nurses and schoolmasters at their own sweet will; five in London grinding hard at medicine, bad food, shabby lodgings, shabby clothes, shabby vice, a blunder,—I didn't know any better,—and hustled off to this beastly island. Ten years here! What's it all for, Prendick? Are we bubbles blown by a baby?” [Montgomery musing on the meaning of life]

...he got up, and went for the brandy. “Drink!” he said returning, “you logic-chopping, chalky-faced saint of an atheist, drink!” [A drunk Montgomery pressing Prendick]

I may have caught something of the natural wildness of my companions. They say that terror is a disease, and anyhow I can witness that for several years now a restless fear has dwelt in my mind. [Prendick analysing his experience on the island]

The Scarlet Letter by Nathaniel Hawthorn

Here was the iron link of mutual crime, which neither he nor she could break. Like all other ties, it brought along with it its obligations. [Hester Pryne and Arthur Dimmesdale are bound together by their crime]

May God forgive us both. We are not, Hester, the worst sinners in the world. There is one worse than even the polluted priest! That old man's revenge has been blacker than my sin. He has violated, in cold blood, the sanctity of a human heart. Thou and I, Hester, never did so! [Talking about the malevolent Roger Chillingworth who is psychologically torturing the minister]

...the infectious poison of that sin had been thus rapidly diffused throughout his moral system.