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Ark of the Covenant Mercy SeatWe begin a four-week series on the Lord’s Prayer this weekend. Luke’s version of the prayer, in Luke 11:2-4, simply begins, “Father…” This is a relational term and opens up the outrageous possibility that the finite human is invited to speak directly to the infinite God.

This morning I read Richard Rohr’s meditation on how the Ark of the Covenant is the place where we meet God. It fit so nicely that I decided to repost it here in its entirety. Click here to see the original meditation.

In his book The Soul’s Journey into God, Franciscan theologian Bonaventure uses a most wonderful Old Testament metaphor to describe the contemplative mind; he says it is like the Ark of the Covenant housed within Israel’s temple. [1] Exodus 25 describes in great detail how the Ark was to be built. It was first of all a kind of traveling temple so the Israelites could carry God around with them, wherever they went, until they finally settled the Ark in Solomon’s permanent temple. But it didn’t really hold God, which would have been idolatrous. The Ark of the Covenant was instead the “place-holder” for God–a brilliant metaphor!

The open space above the Ark of the Covenant was rightly called the “Throne of Mercy.” Two golden cherubs protected the empty space, directly facing each other. “In that space,” God says, “I will meet you” (Exodus 25:22). Mercy multiplies inside such open and free space. This is the work of contemplation–“guarding your mind and your heart” (Philippians 4:7) so that a Larger Presence can show itself. Such silence and emptiness is open to infinite horizons and True Transcendence in the way that nothing else quite is. Words always whittle God into small parts that we can seemingly grasp and understand. Read Max Picard’s classic book, The World of Silence, where he masterfully describes this phenomenon. [2]

The golden cherubs protect an infinite opening, a silent unknowing that is a different kind of knowing altogether, a fully open space that only God can fill and inhabit, never our own small ideas and passing feelings. It is in this eternal, endless space where Yahweh rightly says to Israel, “I will meet you.” Every other playing field is far too small.

Protecting infinite, empty, and merciful space is precisely what you do in contemplative practice. Most of what we call thinking is narcissistic reaction to the moment. Moment by moment, you’re judging things and labeling them, whether they attract or repel you. That really isn’t thinking, but self-centered reactions and the stating of your preferences to yourself. It takes work to return to the Ark of the Covenant, the placeholder space within you that is quiet, that doesn’t get caught up in all your commentaries and emotional evaluations, up and down, in and out, with or against. Some kind of contemplative practice will allow you to watch yourself doing all of this and notice how futile it all is. In contemplation, your inner witness is still, like the golden cherubs, and lets everything else float by. It observes and learns from your thoughts and sensations, but it doesn’t attach to any of them. It lets go and lets go and lets go.

This takes years of practice, until letting go becomes an art form. You learn not to be so opinionated, not to be emotionally dragged up and down, but to stay in this quiet place that watches everything come and go with calm equanimity. When you learn how to stay here, you’ll recognize you are not your thinking and you are not your feelings. What you were thinking even an hour ago, you’re not thinking anymore. Therefore it is not you. Your thinking is essentially unstable. Yet most people think they are their thinking! Such a life is inherently insecure. Many people in contemporary secular society have little solid ground on which to stand, to create a mature and happy life.

References:
[1] St. Bonaventure, The Soul’s Journey to God, Chapters 5-6 (any translation).
[2] Max Picard, The World of Silence, 1948 (any translation).

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