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Ron Rolheiser, OMI
Father's Website
The Heart of a Child
Unless you change and become like little children you will
not enter the Kingdom of Heaven.
How can we do that? How do
we unlearn sophistication, undo the fact that we are adults? What kind of
recessive journey can revirginize a heart?
Part of our quandary, I
believe, comes from how we think of the heart of a child. When we picture
the heart of a child we almost automatically think of innocence. A child's
heart is innocent by nature. Indeed it is stunningly innocent. There are few
things in this world that can stop us in our tracks, make a man watch his
language, make a woman watch her actions, make all of us watch what we talk
about in open conversation, make us regret bad decisions, and make us want
to be better persons than the innocence of a child. Innocence is a powerful
moral light that sears the soul.
But that isn't exactly what
Jesus had in mind when he challenged us to become like little children. We
cannot remain children. Childhood is naturally outgrown and adulthood brings
with it a bewildering complexity in life in general and in sexuality in
particular that is not yet inside the heart of a child. And we don't choose
this. For an adult, life cannot be simple and much of the natural innocence
of a child is lost in that fact.
So what does Jesus have in
mind when he holds up the heart of a child as an ideal?
He does have a certain
innocence in mind, though not the simple innocence of pre-sophistication, of
being sheltered from one's own complexity and that of the world. The
innocence that Jesus glorifies in children is the wholeness of not yet being
wounded, of still being able to trust, of not yet having one's heart
hardened by sin, wound, and disillusionment. Jesus says as much when he is
asked whether divorce is wrong or right. He answers the question not by
pronouncing it categorically wrong or right but by giving a deeper reason
for its frequency: Divorce happens, Jesus says, because our hearts are no
longer as they were "in the beginning", namely, in that pristine time before
Adam and Eve sinned and (in terms of our own lives) in the pristine time
before we were wounded. In an unwounded heart, in the heart of a child,
divorce is not an option. To acquire the heart of a child is therefore to
try to move beyond the things that have wounded and hardened us.
But that is only one aspect
of it. The quality of heart, seen in a child, that Jesus most challenges us
to imitate is that of acknowledging powerlessness and helplessness. A child
is powerless. It cannot provide for itself, feed itself, or take care of
itself. For a child, if mum and dad do not get up and make breakfast, there
will be no breakfast! A child knows dependence, knows that life comes from
beyond itself, that it is not self-providing and self-sufficient.
But we tend to forget this
as adults. The adult heart, at least during those years when we are healthy
and strong, likes to believe itself to be self-providing, self-sufficient,
able to take care of itself: I can provide for myself. The adult heart tends
to live the illusion of self-sufficiency and that false notion is at the
root of much of the pseudo-sophistication and lack of empathy that isolates
us from others.
But how can this be undone?
How can we "change and become like little children"?
Nature, God, and
circumstance often do it for us. Here is an example: Several years ago, I
went to the funeral of a ninety year-old man. While he had always been an
honest man, a good man, a family man, and a man of faith, he had also, at
least up until the years shortly before his death, been a particularly
strong man, fiercely independent, proud of his self-sufficiency, and not
infrequently hard on others and cantankerous in his dealings with them. His
son, a priest, preached the funeral mass and said this in his homily:
Scripture tells us that the
sum of years of a man's life is seventy, eighty for those who are strong.
But my dad lived for ninety years. Why those extra ten years? Well, it's no
mystery: In my dad's case, God needed ten extra years to mellow him. He
wasn't ready to die at eighty; he was still too strong, too independent, too
self-reliant. But the last ten years did their work on him: He lost his
wife, his health, much of his independence, his place in society, and his
firm grip on life. And that mellowed his soul. He died ready to grasp a
stronger hand.
We have a choice: We can do
this process deliberately, on purpose (so to speak), or we can fiercely
guard our strength and sense of self-sufficiency and wait for nature, God,
and circumstance to do it for us. |