|Curtil-sous-Bernand, Burgundy, France|
Then Jacob woke from his sleep and said, "Surely the Lord is in this place and I did not know it!" - Genesis 28:16
It isn't hard to know that the Lord is in Burgundy, France. I'm staying in the village of Curtil, with my friend, Judy, who has been living here for more than a year. It is postcard perfect French countryside, with rolling hills, vineyards, and bucolic pastures where Charolais cattle graze. But it isn't simply the beauty of the place that makes it a "thin space" where the presence of the Lord is manifest.
Many places are beautiful, but this region has been carefully and lovingly cultivated by human beings for thousands of years. It is not untouched - far from it - but the human presence here is respectful of the land, well-proportioned, and harmonious. It is sustainable. People have lived here continuously for a long time. One of Judy's neighbor's family has lived here for more than 300 years. They know the place. They care for it, and it cares for them.
|early 11th Century church fresco, Bernand, France|
These churches are always open. Although they are not well attended, what strikes me about them is that they are deeply integrated with the surrounding landscape. They serve as focal points of the Holy that is everywhere present; unlike the parish churches in my own home, San Francisco, which often feel more like a place of refuge or escape from the surrounding community. They are often gated and closed: for members only. In Burgundy, the churches open up to the village and countryside, nodes in an organic network.
|L'eglise de Saint-Louis, St. Gengoux, France|
There is something very Benedictine about Burgundy, and that is hardly surprising. Some of the greatest Benedictine monasteries made their home here: Cluny, Fontenay, Citaux. Many of the village churches were originally founded by Cluny monks. Although many of these monastic communities disbanded around the time of the French Revolution, the Benedictine spirit still permeates this land. I find here, not a fairy tale timelessness, but rather the fruit of the vow of stability. People realized that God is in this place, and found a way to live here that honored the Presence.
|Ocean Beach, San Francisco|
God is, of course, everywhere present, but we humans can not be. We operate within certain boundaries that define the limits within which we can live deeply in relationship with God, other people, and the earth. The Benedictine practice of stability - of being rooted in a particular community - recognizes those limits.
In Chapter 4 of The Rule of St. Benedict, St. Benedict describes the spiritual and moral disciplines that the monks must practice in order to become holy, i.e. to become whole, healthy, integrated human beings. Much of it is familiar wisdom of the biblical tradition: the Ten Commandments, corporal acts of mercy, forgiving others, guarding the tongue, cultivating humility, praying regularly. He then concludes,
The workshop in which we are called to work along these lines with steady perseverance is the enclosure of the monastery and stability in community life.Benedict is telling us that we need a container in which the seed of spiritual practice can take root and grow into a fully alive human being. If we keep moving from place to place, uprooting the seed, it never has the chance to sink deep roots in the rich soil of relationships to particular people in a particular place over time. The wisdom of Benedictine stability runs directly counter to the dominant understanding of success in our culture, which is predicated on a commitment to mobility. We have internalized a perspective that recoils at the "limitations" of commitment. The result is human beings who are so poor, all they have is money; so rootless, every place is equally exploitable.
|Shade Tree, The Bishop's Ranch, Healdsburg|
Look at a tree on the landscape out your window and you will notice that it is shaped something like a geyser, reaching up in the single column of a trunk to spray out in limbs, most of them bending back toward the ground. Follow the downward slope of those bending branches as if they were the fluid spray of the geyser, and you can sketch out a circumference on the ground around the trunk of the tree. That circle is called the "drip line." Without digging below the surface, it offers a pretty good sketch of how far away from a tree its roots reach for the water and nutrients it needs to flourish.
Trees vary a great deal in size, and any tree, given the time, can extend its reach through growth. But it is important for the life of a tree that its extension above the surface does not exceed its growth below. Stability depends on a tree knowing that its root system beneath the surface limits its capacity to send out limbs and produce fruit. In short, everything depends upon the drip line.What is true for trees is true for human beings, communities and ecosystems. There are limits to growth, and only within the boundaries of those limits can sustainable growth develop. We must learn to identity and honor the drip line if we wish to be holy.
While the drip line sets certain limits to growth, within its boundaries the conditions for growth may be enjoyed. People who live within the drip line, who practice stability, develop a knowledge of the requirements for living well in their community. They are rich in the cultural wisdom, social capital, and meaningful relationships that nurture personal, communal, and ecological health.
|St. James Parish Church, San Francisco|
In so doing, these faithful people help us all to see God in this place. They become "responsible for God" as Archbishop Rowan Williams put it in his book, Tokens of Trust.
So many people are glad that someone is committed even if they're not sure they themselves want to be.
It's easy to make fun of this, and some Christians find it maddening. But it isn't complete nonsense. It suggests that many of us are becoming aware of dimensions in our humanity that are not properly looked after by any of the things that are normally supposed to make us feel all right. And if people are on the way to some bigger recognition, perhaps they need to go at their own speed and in their own way. They have to work out whether they really have enough confidence in those who are "taking responsibility for God" to make them take the final step of belonging. And when they can do that, then they begin to discover something of what is involved in fully believing.My visit to Burgundy has deepened my appreciation for the practice of stability and for those who are willing to "be responsible for God." Their deeply committed belonging to a particular community has given them grounds for trust in God, providing a beacon of hope for all who pass by; and, an invitation to others to belong to this particular place, and so come to believe.
We are on the verge of a civilizational transition of unprecedented proportions: the convergence of energy depletion (peak oil), economic stagnation (peak globalization), and environmental collapse (peak pollution). Learning to recognize the drip line will come to have renewed importance to the welfare of our communities. Those who already practice stability will be critical to the resilience of communities engaged in the urgent process of relocalization of all that is necessary for our common life. Belonging and believing will be tremendous gifts to a world in which the foundations are crumbling and people are grasping to rediscover what - and who - is truly trustworthy.
|remains of 2nd century baptismal font, Lyon, France|