I read the following blog post while waiting for the clock to tick by so that I can get to the library to print off my final module assessment for the Open University. It’s a slightly nerve-wracking time because if I don’t pass this assessment I fail the whole module. But passing is not what drives me. Seeking God, and serving Jesus, are what drive me (although I do enjoy Maths). After all, what is faith for, what is life for, if not to become more like Christ?
‘After Jesus had spoken these words, he looked up to heaven and said, ‘Father, the hour has come; glorify your Son so that the Son may glorify you, since you have given him authority over all people,to give eternal life to all whom you have given him. And this is eternal life, that they may know you, the only true God, and Jesus Christ whom you have sent.’
‘I ask… on behalf of those who will believe in me through [the apostles’] word, that they may all be one. As you, Father, are in me and I am in you, may they also be in us, so that the world may believe that you have sent me. The glory that you have given me I have given them, so that they may be one, as we are one, I in them and you in me, that they may become completely one, so that the world may know that you have sent me and have loved them even as you have loved me.’
The goal of everything is transformation in Christ. If this is not the overriding and all-influencing goal, then something is disordered.
From the smallest atoms to the greatest living creatures, the underlying desire of all, teaches Saint Thomas, is more being. There’s an underlying driving desire, the great desire, to not be limited, to expand, to grasp a higher degree of being. It’s wonderful for the inanimate things to clamour for animate use, or to even clamour more more lively-seeming forms of inanimate things: when hydrogen and oxygen clamour to become water, they seek something more alive, more good, more true.
All of creation is headed towards more. That’s the sense in which humanity is the summit of creation and, as Saint Hildegard and various other medieval writers insisted often, a “microcosm” of the universe. Indeed, each person is a microcosm and a universe unto him- or herself. But… the universe is not God. It’s not…
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