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Gratefulness

“Surprise is my favorite name for God; every other name for God limits God.”  So says David Steindl-Rast, a Benedictine monk attached to Mount Saint Savior monastery in Elmira, New York. Now age 75, Brother David serves as a spiritual inspiration to many people around the world. I listened to him speak several times last week and also had the privilege of engaging in a heart-to-heart conversation with him for an hour.

Just looking at the face of this man for whom the spiritual life is all-important buoyed my own spirit. It is a face with depth that carries an expression of peace of soul, a peace that goes beyond what mere resignation can provide. He speaks resonantly with a gently accented English that shows evidence of his upbringing in Austria.

As we talked, he ran his fingers through a small circlet of beads which he uses for the so-called “Jesus Prayer.”  “Lord Jesus, have mercy,” he repeats with unspoken words. Long ago these words became for him a kind of mantra. This prayer keeps him focused on God through the day, even when he is absorbed in conversation with other people and in other activities.

The reason why he values surprise so much is because it alerts us to the gifts that we have received. Usually, we are not enough awake. “We tend to go through life half asleep,” Brother David says; “it is gratefulness that wakes us up.”

In fact gratefulness is the focal point of his spirituality.  This has led him and some of his friends to establish a web site around this reality. Their reason for doing so is to build up a community of people for whom gratefulness becomes a centering magnet. After hearing about this site, www.gratefulness.org, I tapped into it and can report on its value. As a reader, you may be interested in doing so yourself and perhaps in joining this on-line spiritual community.

The web site explains the mission of this spiritual movement. “Gratefulness can transform your personal life,” the statement reads. “Gratefulness can even transform the world by setting in motion a spiral of kindness.”

This movement offers five kinds of interactive features: play, learning, practice, sharing, and reaching out. You can engage in these activities by following the directions listed on this web site. This sequence can be envisioned as a spiral by which we can move toward life, goodness, truth, and beauty.

For Brother David, gratefulness connects people with faith, hope, and love. After becoming aware of what we have received we become free to trust in God and become people who expect to receive further good gifts from God. We also feel impelled to love other selves, the people around us who are brothers and sisters to us.

To my objection that gratefulness is fine for those of us who live comfortable lives but not for others, this man of vision gives a sympathetic and thoughtful reply. Yes, he admits, there are huge numbers of people around the world for whom each day is full of pain, deprivation, and misery. But, usually, poor people are more grateful than the rich. “The less we have, the easier it is to be grateful,” he believes.

For those of us not subjected to deprivation, becoming aware of the suffering of others is an opportunity for us to act on their behalf. No matter how little our own ability to help, we can try to do something.

Of his own experience in reaching out to others on the web site, Brother David says, “I am much more alive than I was.”  He credits working with young people as a rejuvenating factor in his own life. In particular, a young Yugoslav software engineer who had no interest at all in spirituality, discovered its value through designing the web site and setting it in motion. Now his has become a deep spirituality built on the foundation of gratefulness.

Brother David also gives credit to the spiritual values found in Buddhism. Studying that tradition for three years led him to place greater value on religious experience.

As he grows older and continues to experience God in prayer and action, an ever greater gratefulness seems to him the most appropriate response. That includes expecting to be surprised.

Richard Griffin

Gentleman from Arkansas

Anyone who thinks that old-fashioned Southern charm is dead has not met David Prior. This 66-year-old native of Arkansas is warm, witty, and thoroughly gracious. Sitting down with him to breakfast, as I did two weeks ago, proved to be a pleasant experience indeed.

His success as a politician is rivaled only by that other Arkansan of recent residence in the White House and his reputation for integrity is a whole lot better. Prior was elected Congressman, Governor, and Senator over a long career of public service. Now, after leaving the Senate, he has become director of Harvard University’s Institute of Politics at the Kennedy School of Government.

You might think that his new job is a come-down from the United States Senate. Not so – – David Prior loves it and sees it as another form of public service. During breakfast, some students came by and it became clear how they look up to him and how he enjoys their company.

During his time in the Senate, Prior became chairman of the Aging Committee. As such, he proposed legislation on matters that affect older Americans. Before that time, he led the way toward getting the House of Representatives to establish its own aging committee. He feels proud of creating this platform from which Claude Pepper championed action for the nation’s elder citizens.

The stories David Prior tells about first becoming involved with elder issues show how much he values direct experience. When first elected to Congress, he went to visit the Arkansas nursing home where his mother’s great-aunt was a resident. When he saw the conditions that prevailed there, he was appalled. He felt aghast that the old people who lived there were getting such irresponsible treatment.

After this raising of his consciousness, he resolved to change the ways in which institutionalized old people are cared for. Soon afterward, he flew to a nursing home in Pennsylvania where eight residents had died in a fire. That facility did not even have fire extinguishers. Though the legislation he introduced did not get through the House bureaucracy, he got a federal agency to establish protective regulations.

His frustration at the slow pace of change moved him to say to himself, “Heck, I’m going to go out and volunteer and see what it’s like.” This resolution led him to serve in eleven nursing homes in Maryland and Virginia, without telling them that he was a congressman. After a single day on the job, one home offered him the job of director.

On his last day as volunteer, he brought a news photographer with him. This led to coverage in the New York Times that spread around the world. The result was that Prior received twenty thousand letters, many of them from college kids concerned about relatives. Looking back on this experience, he says, “I really learned something about generations.”

Later in our conversation I raised the subject of how David Prior experiences himself as a person growing older. Three themes emerge forcefully in his response to this question, one that turns out to be surprisingly difficult for most people to answer.

For David Prior, the first idea that springs to mind is about young people. “There’s some special tonic about young people that I think is invaluable,” he says. “I’m constantly around them; I have such great hopes for them.”

Secondly, he wants to continue doing something meaningful. Association with young people makes his current job precious to him: “I would hate to get fired, to cut this off because it’s given me a lot of interest and reason to work.”

 He contrasts his situation with that of some who have retired. “I have so many friends who go to the golf club at 11:30, then sit there and tee off about 1:30, then go home in the afternoon and take a nap. At 10 o’clock they watch TV and go to sleep.” He explains: “I like golf but that’s not my deal.”

A third theme is the rapidity of the years. “I can’t imagine it; someone else is 66, not me.” He looks back and asks himself, “Where did all those years go?”

About his years as governor and senator, he says: “So much of that is a blur. It’s like I stand on the street corner watching the traffic go by.”

That time passed so fast that he now has trouble separating out what happened when. He kept some journals but the material is not organized. However, he does imagine doing something to reconstruct this time: “Someday, I’ll get a tape recorder, sit around with some friends, and just yak.”

Obviously David Prior has a full treasury of experiences to enrich his old age. After growing up in a small town in the old south, he saw sweeping changes in both public and private life. They form a legacy that he can reflect on for years ahead and sift for their meaning.

Richard Griffin

Lustbader, Charles, and Harry

“When I first retired, I was a lost soul. I would have gone right back to work if I hadn’t gotten so sick. With all that time, on my hands, I started wondering what I had made of my life. What was the point of it all? Did I accomplish anything worthwhile? I started picking everything apart.”

“If you stay with it, though, you start to figure things out. Maybe some of your mistakes weren’t so bad after all. Maybe they were part of your finding your way. Maybe you were heading somewhere all along, but didn’t know it. Eventually, it hit me – – Charlie, this is your work now. It’s just a different kind of work, that’s all, and there’s plenty of it to do.”

These words were spoken by Charles Robertson, age 69, to Wendy Lustbader, the author of a new book called “What’s Worth Knowing.” A geriatric social worker based in Seattle, Lustbader has summarized in this small volume her conversations with some two hundred people, most of them in later life.

At the recent New Orleans meeting of the American Society on Aging, I had the pleasure of hearing the author talk about the elders whom she has encountered. With rare skills as a public speaker, she kept the audience of professionals in the field of aging rapt, at times even moving us to tears. As I now read her book, I recall how animatedly she brought to life people like Charles Robertson.

About him, Lustbader provides this background information: “Shortly after Charles Robertson retired, a sequence of illnesses chipped away at his freedom. He was forced to give up driving, which meant that his range of activities shrank to what he could do at home. He became despondent to such a degree that his wife considered taking his shotgun out of the house. Once he identified his spiritual vocation, his range of inner activities became truly boundless.”

Charles never actually says what his new work is. However, Lustbader helps explain it by writing of “his spiritual vocation” and “range of inner activities.”  He has discovered his later years as a time for taking care of his soul. And this is what turns his life around.

Incidentally, Charles makes no mention of his wife’s role in this transformation but I suspect that she had something to do with it. Knowing how women have greater insight into such matters, I am prepared to credit her with a major part in bringing her husband along to see what really counts.

About her own work with older people, Wendy Lustbader says, “I feel genuinely that every elder has something to teach me.” The question is how we can evoke the wisdom of older people. That is what she has done in her new book, one that follows two excellent volumes on care of older family members.

The author worries that too many older people have themselves internalized ageism, the prejudice against aging. It happens often that an older person speaks of himself or herself  as a “nothing who does nothing.” But for Wendy Lustbader, the attitude behind those words is all wrong. If you know how to listen, you will discover that everyone has gained some wisdom from living.

That applies even to Harry Nichols, another gentleman who appears in the book. About marriage he says: “You’re supposed to compromise. You’re supposed to talk things over. I just waited for things to blow over.  All six of my wives had the same complaints. I got sick of it. I’m better off single.”

When Wendy Lustbader quoted the words about the six wives, all of us in her audience broke into laughter. Of course, we laughed despite knowing that here was a man who lacks self-knowledge to a painful degree. He can say some of the right words about compromise and talking things over, but he cannot put them into practice enough to save even a single one of his marriages.

His social worker must have felt challenged by this man’s refusal or inability to face the reality of himself. “I had enough of women messing around in my house,” he told Lustbader defensively amid his debris-strewn, incredibly messy home.

But she believes of social workers that “if you practice with an open heart, the healing that you give elders multiplies.” In listening to her talk, I found it easy to believe that she has become a source of healing for many. Harry will be fortunate indeed if he gets any more opportunities to talk with Wendy Lustbader.

Charles, by contrast, has found a true path to take him through old age. Like many others, he has had the wisdom to redefine work and develop an agenda suitable for discovering a deeper identity as he matures further.

Richard Griffin

Wendy Lustbader’s Elders

“You start off with a lot of nice words. Then comes the hard part. You’re supposed to compromise, but that wasn’t for me. You’re supposed to talk things over. I just waited for things to blow over. All six of my wives had the same complaints. I got sick of it. I’m better off single.”

These words come from Harry Nichols, 71 years of age, in conversation with Wendy Lustbader. She includes this brief report among more than two hundred encounters with older people in her new book “What’s Worth Knowing.” In the pages of this small volume these elders share with the author their views of life seen from the vantage point of many years.

A geriatric social worker in Seattle, Wendy Lustbader ranks as one of the most skilled speakers I know. At a conference of the American Society on Aging, held in New Orleans during the first week of March, she talked about the people who figure in her book. Her presentation held audience members rapt and at times even moved us to tears.

However, when she recounted Harry Nichols’ words in the quotation above, “All six of my wives had the same complaints,” we all broke into laughter.  Of course, we laughed knowing that here was a man who lacks self-knowledge to a painful degree. He can say some of the right words about compromise and talking things over but he cannot put them into practice.

This failure has sentenced him to a chaotic style of living. As Wendy Lustbader describes it: “Living in wifeless freedom, Harry Nichols gradually become buried in the debris of daily living. His floors and furniture were covered with piles of tin cans and old newspapers, but he refused to accept the assistance of a county-funded housekeeper. In response to my pleas that he accept some help for the sake of his health and safety, he thundered, ‘I told you, I had enough of women messing around in my house.’”

Richard Griffin

Lustbader’s Elder

“One morning I was sitting at my kitchen table, staring into space. It was one of those windy days when the sun keeps coming out and going in. All of a sudden, a sunbeam crossed my kitchen table and lit up my crystal saltshaker. There were all kinds of colors and sparkles. It was one of the most beautiful sights I’d ever seen.

“But, you know, that very same saltshaker had been on that kitchen table for over fifty years. Surely there must have been other mornings when the sun crossed the table like that, but I was just too busy getting things done. I wondered what else I’d missed. I realized this was it, this was grace.”

These words were spoken by an 86-year old woman named Martha McCallum to Wendy Lustbader, a Seattle-based geriatric social worker and writer. Ms. Lustbader includes this quotation among many others in her new book “What’s Worth Knowing.” This small volume comes filled with meaningful encounters between the author and the older people she meets along her path.

At a recent national conference on aging, I heard Wendy Lustbader talk about her work with elders and her discoveries about their spirituality. The author’s skill in presentation dazzled me and others at the conference. There were times during one talk when tears came to the eyes of many who listened to Ms. Lustbader’s accounts of her discoveries about her clients and other people.

The revelation described by the woman quoted above happens in the midst of routine domestic life. As she herself notes, the same physical scene must have confronted her many times previously, but this occasion was different. Somehow she became aware of a reality that had escaped her notice previously. That reality was the beauty of the light.

What might have made the difference this time was not a change in the scenery but rather something inside the woman. The author describes the effect that a chronic illness had on her: “Once arthritis slowed her down, Martha McCallum would spend a lot of time sitting at her kitchen table. She had such a fully alive presence that to those who joined her at the table she herself seemed to gleam as much as her crystal saltshaker.”

Being forced to slow down, doing more sitting than she had done before, disposed the woman to be more receptive than she had been when busier. Her soul had become more sensitive to a scene that had not previously revealed its full beauty. For the moment she became like the 17th century Dutchman Jan Vermeer whose much-prized paintings display light that transforms scenes of daily life.

Or going back further, the woman had become like Mary in the Gospel of Luke. Her sister Martha was doing the household work to provide hospitality to Jesus when he came to visit. Jesus surprises his listeners by praising Mary for “having chosen the better part.” The contemplative role of listening is the one that opens the soul to the revelation of beauty all around.

Pay attention to what Martha McCallum calls the special moment when she noticed the colors in her saltshaker – – she calls it  “grace.” This makes it a divine gift freely given to open human awareness to the beauty that lies all around. It disposes the soul to become conscious that this world contains more power than we knew.

Ms. McCallum’s statement “I wondered what else I’d missed” also suggests on her part a new awareness that, as the poet Gerard Manley Hopkins says, “The world is charged with the grandeur of God.”

This grandeur is missed most of the time even by people who are convinced of its presence. “Human kind cannot bear very much reality,” says T. S. Eliot in his play “Murder in the Cathedral.” But, as this incident shows, at rare moments we can be struck by sudden spiritual awareness that makes life precious.

In this instance the person receiving the sudden illumination was 86 years old. To those who may think that later life does not hold much value, this event is a forceful refutation of such a view. It is never too late for moments of revelation that suddenly provide insight into the beauty of things. No one can predict when those moments might come.    

Richard Griffin

Huston Smith and Faith

Huston Smith, looking back over his 81 years on earth, feels grateful to his parents for the inheritance that they passed on to him. This inheritance was not money, but faith.

They were Methodist missionaries in China; there they brought up their son who would become one of this country’s foremost scholars of world religions. Through his appearances on public television, especially in a five-part program produced by Bill Moyers in 1996, Huston Smith has become well known to the many Americans to whom religion speaks meaningfully.

Now retired, Huston Smith continues to write about faith, religion, spirituality, and their importance for people of our time. Last week in New Orleans, I had the opportunity to talk with this man of insight and feeling. Looking into his deeply sympathetic face, I felt myself in the presence of someone who appreciates the splendor of human life and the mystery that surrounds it.

He summarizes the personal faith received from his parents in two simple sentences. We are in good hands. In gratitude for what we have received, we should bear one another’s burdens.

Of the inheritance from his parents he writes: “On coming to America for college, I brought that faith with me, and the rest of my life has been a struggle to keep it intact in the face of the modern winds of doctrine that assail it.”

This quotation comes from his most recent book “Why Religion Matters.” There he presents religion as a necessary way of understanding human identity and the meaning of the world.

Professor Smith knows about the modern winds of doctrine at first hand. During his long career he has taught at Washington University in St. Louis, M.I.T., Syracuse, and the  University of California at Berkeley. In academia, he had constant contact with ideologies quite closed to spiritual reality and dead to the legacy left by the great religious traditions of the world.

Professor Smith does not fail to admire science and the technology that has transformed the way modern people live. But he insists that science cannot answer the great “why” questions such as those asked by the French painter Paul Gaugin in one of his most celebrated pieces of art: “Who are we? Where did we come from? Where are we going?”

Science, for all its wondrous achievements, cannot speak to “the basic longing that lies in the depths of the human heart.” That longing finds a response in the great religious traditions of the world, traditions that Professor Smith has devoted his life to studying.

Though most people do not see it, he believes that the modern world remains in deep crisis. “Giving a blank check to science” is the prime cause of this crisis, he says. Instead of recognizing that scientists cannot answer the “why” questions, our contemporaries expect them to know everything or, at least, be on the way to universal knowledge.

Going against the views of many Americans, especially young people, Huston Smith does not feel that spirituality by itself is the answer. “I am waging a one-man war against spirituality nosing out religion and turning it into a pejorative,” he told me with passion in his voice.

He knows and understands the criticisms people make about religion, its dogmatism and moralistic approach to life, telling you what not to do. But, he says, “I argue with them.”

“Religion is organized spirituality,” he explains. “As such, it takes on the burden of all the shadow side of the institution.”  

But, if there were no religious institutions you would not have the great treasures of spirituality, he argues. The Sermon on the Mount of Jesus and the Four Noble Truths of the Buddha would both have been quickly lost unless they were carried down over thousands of years by institutions.

What is likely to happen to the major organized religions in the twenty-first century, I asked. Professor Smith sees them as coming closer to one another in our global society. However, for those in the West, at least, they will have to come to grips with the question of their relationship to science.

These religious traditions must convince people that science does not have all the answers. The way science views the world is incomplete and requires religion to reveal a deeper reality.

Richard Griffin

Music and Poetry

As the Angel sang, tears filled my eyes and flowed down my cheeks. The voice of mezzo-soprano Michelle DeYoung voice rose so beautifully as she gave expression to Cardinal Newman’s words and Edward Elgar’s music that I could not help but weep.

With Ben Zander conducting the Boston Philharmonic Orchestra in Symphony Hall and the Chorus Pro Musica assisting, the “Dream of Gerontius” stirred my depths last week, as it always does. This musical drama of a soul’s journey through death to heaven never fails to move me with the wonder of it all.

I had last heard this favorite piece performed in 1992 in St. Paul’s Cathedral in London, another splendid site for this oratorio. On that occasion too, I remember how beautifully Catherine Wyn-Rogers  sang the angel. And in1982 I had heard the Boston Symphony Orchestra do it with Jessye Norman singing the same role.

Such esthetic events often lead me to reflect on early educational experiences, on what counts in the long run, and what does not. Two kinds of experiences in particular stand out.

The first took place when I was in the early grades in the Belmont public schools. There, amazingly enough, each week we used to hear each performances of the NBC Symphony Orchestra over the radio. The broadcasts came into our classrooms through the public address system and we listened while sitting at our desks.

At a distance of more than sixty years, it seems almost incredible to me now that this ever happened. And yet, it turned out to be one of the most formative influences in my life. Listening to classical music gave me a cultural resource of such importance that it has fed my soul all through the intervening decades. I will always remember with appreciation Walter Damrosch, the orchestra’s then conductor, and the far-sighted leaders of our public schools who made the performances part of our curriculum.

Of course, many other influences combined to foster my love for music as I grew up. An adopted aunt, in particular, helped by giving me a record player so that I could play operatic performances and other music for myself. She is the one who took me backstage after a Metropolitan Opera performance of La Traviata to meet the star Eleanor Steber who had been her longtime friend.

I remember with awe the diva in her dressing room, splendidly costumed and her breast still heaving after the exertions of the leading role. The experience stamped on my psyche the glamour of the opera stage and the excitement of big-time performances.

The other educational experience that has stayed with me is memorizing poetry. This practice, too, has been largely abandoned despite the almost universal testimony of those of us over a certain age who still relish its benefits.

Surprisingly, my Shakespeare professor in sophomore year at Harvard College, F. O. Matthiessen, gave us long sections of Troilus and Cressida and King Lear to memorize. I still love the passage from the second of these plays “O reason not the need / Our basest beggars are in the poorest things superfluous” and think of these lines when I see people panhandling in Harvard Square. Or the one from the infrequently performed Troilus that begins “Time hath, my lord, a wallet at his back / Wherein he puts alms for Oblivion.”

I treasure this legacy from a man who, it later turned out, was deeply troubled himself. In 1950 he plunged from a window in Boston’s Hotel Manger to his death many floors below.

In the long run, the fine arts prove more valuable for some of us than the pragmatic things we had to study in school. Certainly they were of greater worth than many of the dry rationalistic philosophy and theology courses I took later.

Those radio broadcasts that we elementary school students heard each week were powerful influences with lasting power. Do any public schools provide this kind of listening education for students now? Most of the young people whom I know are utterly unfamiliar with the great tradition.

And how many carry in their memories lines of great poetry such as those from Shakespeare’s plays? Not many at all, I would wager. It would surprise me to discover that any current Harvard professors were assigning memorization.

And yet last week I attended a memorial service for an eminent philosopher who died on Christmas Day of last year. One of the speakers recalled that the philosopher was fond of quoting the whole of Edgar Allen Poe’s poem “The Raven,” as well as other favorite pieces. He also could recite with pleasure large swatches of Gilbert and Sullivan.

Readers will recall cultural influences from their own lives that have proven to have remarkable staying power. These are the experiences that continue to humanize us and make our later life richer in memory and current affect.

Richard Griffin