Daily Practice
“What then do you believe in, Father?” came the stern voice on the other end of the phone. It seems the elderly Anglican nun found her buttons pushed by my theology, and phoned to request that I stop referring to myself as a Buddhist Successor to the Apostles. “If you don’t have faith in the Church Jesus founded, then you are neither fit nor worthy to count yourself among His bishops,” the gentle voice insisted, “You lack faith in any of the Christian principles and deny the very creeds of our faith.”
I paused thoughtfully, and explained to her that I was making notes, so that I could accurately quote her, and unfortunately, she hung up.
Sister was right about some things. I would never assert that I have faith in any of the “Christian principles” and I certainly reject the credal statements of Nicea. I have neither faith nor much regard for the institutional churched of which she spoke, although I would hardly pretend that any of them were founded by Jesus or his Apostles.
Recently, TIME magazine published an exceptionally well-written article on Mother Teresa, entitled “Mother Teresa’s Crisis of Faith“, in which some newly published letters written by the saint of Calcutta reveals that she experienced a dark night of the soul, which spanned over five decades. This period during which she struggled with a crisis of faith was marked by some of her greatest contributions to humanity — the founding of the Missionary Sisters and Brothers of Charity, establishment of hospitals and hospices, feeding thousands of sick, dying and poor people throughout the world. It was during this same time that she received the Nobel Peace Prize.
All in the absence of faith.
I am certain that the duplicity, wealth and power that Mother saw in the institutional church, as well as the abuses of authority she witnessed from its hierarchy disgusted her. I know that she was profoundly saddened that the decisions of my beloved spiritual father, Pope John Paul I, to sell off the wealth of the Vatican, and provide for the poor, the sick and the marginalised, was snuffed out, under the reign of his successor. But because she understood the Message of Christ in a way that transcended the superstition and dogma of an institution with which He had no part in creating, she could still accomplish a life of “small things with great love”.
We have to be careful where we place our faith. “Faith in ideas is risky,” writes Thich Nhat Hanh, “Ideas can change, and tomorrow we may not believe the same thing.” In Buddhist dharma, faith is experiential. Our source of energy is faith in daily practice — faith in living from a place of mindful awareness, compassionate service and emptying ourselves in the Great Silence.
My daily practice includes what I am doing at every moment of each day. The goal is to bring a sacred awareness to each breath, and to be mindful of ways in which I can use that moment, that breath in compassionate service to Creation. The Way of Christ and Buddhist Dharma are not two different paths, they are for me a convergence of the Great Truths, and the opportunity for me to live my life more fully.
I believe that most of the Apostles, in whose lineage I was ordained, understood this and dedicated themselves to living this. For them, the journey was experiential, and the process was one of enlightenment — gnosis in the Greek. Sacraments and other traditions would be later innovations, originally intended to serve as visible signs of intangible spiritual principles.
Mother Teresa wrote to her confessors that there were times when she no longer felt that she could actively pray in the tradition of her church. She couldn’t experience Christ anywhere but in the poor, the sick and hungry. There were no external experiences of a “separate god” for her, because I believe the depth of her understanding could no longer allow for that mythos to work.
Not long ago, I received an email from someone who has captured a part of my heart with their vulnerable honesty, in which they said that they wish they could experience a tangible embrace from the God they grew up believing in. This warm, intelligent and sincere person has suffered much in this life, and despite understanding the more cosmic reality of what we call God, longs for arms to hold them, protect them, and make it safe for them to heal.
In that moment, the only thing I wanted was to be able to be there, and take that hurting individual into my arms, where I knew they would know the embrace of God was really available. I knew that, because I know that God is Love, and that one who lives from Love, embodies the fullness of that divinity, and that divinity embodies the fullness of them.
It saddens my heart to know that there are still people who have been led to believe that although there is a God, they are not “Him”. I cannot bear to imagine what it would be like for me to have had to live my life with such a hopeless and limiting belief.
I cannot imagine how I would have survived being raped and beaten by four illegal immigrants in South Florida, in 1983, were it not for the realisation that I am One with the Source of All Life, so that when they pulled that trigger at my head, I lost consciousness in a state of forgiveness for them, and belief that life would go on.
I cannot imagine how I would have dealt with being told, some months later, that those men infected me with what would come to be known as the AIDS virus, and that I would likely not live more than 18 months after that first hospitalisation with pneumocystis carinii pneumonia. Nor can I imagine how I would have gone on, as each of the 108 friends and loved ones, including five of my partners, would succumb to AIDS over the next twenty-two years, if it were not for the awareness that there is a Power for Good in the Universe, which we call God, and I am One with that Power.
Again, Thich Nhat Hanh writes, “Once we have tasted the reality, no one can remove it from us.”
And so for me, what I “believe in” is Love. I believe that Divine Love became Incarnate to reveal that Divine Love becomes incarnate in each of us. In the words of my paramaguru, Sri Neem Karoli Baba, “All action is prayer. All trees are desire-fulfilling. All water is the Ganga, all land is Kashi.” He taught that sacred traditions, rituals and prayers are good means to an end, but that the thing itself was not the ritual but the spirit. Do the ritual to tune in, but don’t get caught up in it.
Maybe Sister was right. Perhaps I have no business referring to myself as a Successor to the Apostles. I am a disciple of Christ and of Buddha. I am a servant of the Teacher — Guru das in Sanskrit. I embrace no theology other than love… no creed other than love… no path other than love.
I celebrate the Great Eucharist, because I affirm the words of the sacred tradition, which prays, “By the mystery of this water and wine, may we come to share in the Divinity of Christ, who humbled Himself to share in our humanity.” There is the reason for thanksgiving (Eucharistia)… that God is Love, and that the Eternal Essence we call God became human, so that humanity could become God.
And so I honour the sacred in each person, and in all of Creation. It is not a path I feel compelled to force on anyone, because I trust in the unfolding awareness that is in process in every soul… each person comes to that realisation at exactly the right time.
My job is to be the loving arms that hold, comfort and protect the person longing for God. My job is to be the hands of the God who feeds the hungry. My job is to be the ear of the God who hears the cries of the marginalised and disparaged. My job is to be the heart that welcomes everyone to the Banquet of Love.