Fifty-five
years ago, or thereabouts, I found myself asking the question that I posed at
the beginning of this book – “What’s it all about?” It’s a question that’s
echoed throughout my life, one which was addressed early on when I joined the
Franciscans in 1976 – ‘Why have you come?’
It’s a question, of course, that Jesus posed in different ways: of some
young fishermen he asked ‘What do you seek?’ or to some women ‘Who are you
looking for?’ Maybe it’s the kind of question that you find rolling around in
your head at odd moments when you’ve nothing else to think about. And it can
come in different ways. The poet, William Henry Davis (1871-1940), famously wrote:
What is this life if, full of
care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stand and stare.
and
declared, at the end, that -
A poor life this if, full of
care,
We have no time to stand and stare.
We have no time to stand and stare.
But,
so often, we don’t. Instead we spend our time working out how we can get what
we think we want, or what we’re told we want – more of this, some of that, a
holiday in a remote location where we can live for a while as if we were in
Brighton but with sun. Or we bury ourselves
sin our latest electronic or computer gadget which will take us away from
reality. Is that what life’s about? That can’t be why we’re here, can it? So I,
probably like you, wonder what it’s all about and whether ife has any meaning
or whether it’s just some vast inter-galactic joke. Then, a few years ago, a
friend introduced me to Viktor Frankl’s book, Man’s Search for Meaning. After surviving Auschwitz Frankl wrote from
his experience as a Holocaust survivor and pondered on the meaning of life.
What he noticed, in particular, was that it was those who held onto a reason
beyond themselves who managed to survive through the horrors on the Camps.
Something bigger than
themselves. T. S. Eliot wrote, in The Four Quartets, that what we think we’re
here for is always having to burst out of the shell that contains it; that the
purpose of our life is always greater than what we think it to be and is
altered as we encounter it.
All that leads me to recall the old Catechism, something I was never
introduced to when preparing for Conformation all those years ago but which I
am drawn to. There are a number of different forms and St Ignatius Loyola
adapts one for the opening of his Spiritual
Exercises. He says that the meaning of life is:
Man is created to
praise, reverence and serve our Lord God,
and by this means to save his soul.’
and by this means to save his soul.’
So
what does he mean by that?
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