Holy
Ground
“Human
life may be finite, destined for dirt and death; but the ground and all that
came from it and was connected to it, claimed Tillich, was drenched in the
divine, the source of infinite holiness. Tillich did not mean that God was
literally soil—he stressed that God is not an object—but God, the numinous
presence at the center of all things is what grounds us.”
Diana
Butler Bass (Grounded: Finding God in the World: A Spiritual Revolution, p. 18;
Harper One, 2015)
On the
dedication page of her book, Grounded, Diana Butler Bass included a few
lines from Wendell Berry:
“Make a story
Show how love and joy, beauty and
goodness
Shine out among the rubble.”
I couldn’t help thinking about Ukraine and
the pictures from Bucha; of the people mourning and burying their dead. Love
shining out among the rubble. The mass graves hastily dug to remove both the
horrific images and the threat to health that dead bodies pose. Will this now
be forever holy ground? Will it become a shrine to those who lost their lives
because of a lie about Nazis living there? What purpose is this loss life
serving?
Paul Tillich worked as a chaplain during
World War II, and as such spent vast swaths of time burying the dead. He wrote
those observations above while digging graves for fallen soldiers. Battlefields will always be holy ground because so many people are buried there.
If you ever want to experience your soul
at peace, go to a cemetery, and sit among the grave markers. People are
universally silent there because they know they are in the presence of
holiness. One of my favorites is the old cemetery in Murphy, NC, where a slew
of my relatives rest. There is no more peaceful place than there, high up the
rocky, terraced hillside, away from everyone else, you can sit on the earth and
listen to the wind rustling through trees.
One thinks of God’s admonition to Moses at
the burning bush: “Do not come any closer. Take off your sandals, for the
place you are standing on is holy ground.” (Exodus 3:5) The truth is we are
always standing on holy ground—because the numinous presence at the center of
life grounds us and all of creation. God is in the soil; God is the soil of the
earth and everything that springs from it, including us, is drenched in the
divine.
In
the Spirit,
Jane
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