Faith Journey

Recently I read a couple of opinion pieces in the newspaper about our Indigenous history. Both mentioned the word ‘Makarrata’, a Yolngu word meaning, ‘a coming together after a struggle’. The word has stayed with me, not only because it is a reminder of the ongoing struggle our Indigenous brothers and sisters grapple with, but also of struggles in our own lives.

How does this resonate with you? Have you ever found yourself in an ongoing struggle of some type? It might have been with your spouse, a child or in the workplace. Maybe you are currently experiencing a long-standing feud or tension. Such disharmony can make life quite miserable. We might wonder how on earth will we ever resolve the tensions. On the other hand, we might believe it is the other person’s fault, and resolutely decide not to make any move towards healing the situation. Unfortunately, the other party might also be thinking the same as you, and thus a ‘coming together’ is unlikely.

Occasionally in these reflections it is useful to reference the Bible. I do that if it is useful to the point I want to make. I hope you don’t mind.

However, there is something you should understand about the approach I take. I am not presenting it as history. The Bible is much more interesting than that. While it does contain history (e.g. King David really existed, as did Jesus, St Paul etc.) providing an account of history is not its primary concern. Instead, it is geared towards presenting us with a truth: the truth of the human being’s relationship with God.

Faith Journey

A few years ago the British actress, Joanna Lumley, spent a week or two alone on a desert island as part of a TV documentary. She was left with a bag of rice and simply expected to make do. Afterwards, when asked whether she enjoyed anything about the experience she said: “not hearing the news.”

For some of us the daily news has become overwhelming. If it’s not terrorism, it’s wars or natural disasters or whatever nonsense a certain president is up to. It can feel as if the world has become a harsh and unfriendly place. The occasional inspiring human interest story at the end of the news report does little to redress the balance.

We can hope for many things! I can hope tomorrow is sunny as I have a huge amount of washing to get dry. I can hope my wife picks up some meat for dinner on her way home from work. Then there are the bigger questions about what should I hope for when a close friend or relative dies? And, at a more personal level, I can wonder what hope is there for me when I finish my life on earth?

Some of these questions are very practical in nature. If it rains tomorrow, then I can wash the next day. If my wife doesn’t pick up the meat, then I can pop out to the butcher. But when it comes to the big ticket items, like what happens after death, people will have various views. Some have a pragmatic approach, that when life is over, that’s it! However, my guess is that most of us hope for something more. We hope if we get to this place called Heaven it will be worth it – even if we don’t really know what it will be like. We might also question whether we are worthy of getting into Heaven, or whether such a place even exists?

I find myself wondering how I might find the words that can be meaningful to the diverse group of people who are recipients of these reflections. For there is one thing that is certain: you are a unique individual in the eyes of God and God will be communicating with you in ways that only your eyes can see or your heart can discern. Those of you who have children instinctively know what I mean here. What works as a way of communicating with one child may not necessarily work with another. What each responds to is particular to them and, what’s more, something that works well with one child when they are young does not always work when they are older. In the following section I will offer some ideas on how to take this into account as you seek to hear and respond to what God is offering to you, but for now simply note that you are being invited on a journey. Where that journey goes and what it will involve will be unique to you.

Recently I was asked whether, in light of the recent media reports on institutional abuse by some members of the Catholic Church, I have lost my faith. I answered ’no’.

That response surprised my questioner. He wondered how I could seriously listen to the dreadful things that have been happening (supposedly) in the name of the Church and still believe. I gave this explanation: “you asked if I have lost my faith because I have discovered that there are members of the Church who are not only imperfect, but who have also participated in evil. As terrible and appalling as these events have been, discovering that members of the Church are imperfect is no surprise to me.