Skip to main content

The need for apatheia

Sitting in the chapel of the Forest of Peace monastery in the week following 9/11, the assembled group were exchanging reflections on the unfolding events (as part of the Mass).

These revolved, understandably, around trying to find a silver lining of meaning to that dark descended cloud.

The outpouring of initiatives to build inter-faith, cross-cultural understanding (and indeed protect the integrity of minority communities and individuals from harm) featured prominently.

This, I noticed, made me surprisingly nervous, especially in that contemplative setting. It was a nervousness I tried to articulate, baldly and badly.

This seeking after doing good (though good in itself) had a quality of over-enthusiastic neediness around it. It might, I suggested, distract you from a still, quiet interior self-examination into the forces within ourselves that lead to results of such sinfulness; and, why this surge of attention and concern would not last precisely because we were clinging to it as an answer towards what had happened when, in truth, the only answer could be to bring us back to our condition: a humanity that is unable to sustainably will the good.

It is a condition to which the practice of religion is meant to be an answer, a therapy, but one that comes about fitfully. Something is missing namely not only an understanding of what we aspire to but of all the forces that not only support such aspiration but that conspire within us to thwart it. An ability to rest in detachment and see what is at stake. Too often an idea 'grabs us' and in the excitement of being carried away, we do not notice that, in fact, we have not changed. The emotion ebbs away returning us to square one.

Having said this (or similar) I was looked at a mite strangely, surely I was not criticizing these initiatives? They are a great response to what has happened etc etc.

I was not criticizing them but querying the spirit in which they were held and the realism with which they were seen. Could we implement them without expectation of result (exterior or interior)? Could we deliver them dispassionately for themselves rather than answering our own need to be seen to be doing something?  I doubted it and yet this is what religion is meant to realize in us.

I realize that this line of questioning was amplified in me by reading Jacob Needleman's 'Lost Christianity'  of which it is a core question. I was reminded of this as I read that remarkable book once more.

What is necessary for Christianity not simply to be believed in but to be effective in its depths? Part of the answer is a deeper realization of who we are and the forces that compose us and how we struggle with those forces to allow grace to be present and effective.

It is an invitation to the practice of what used to be called apatheia - an ability to see ourselves without passion - to see how thoughts arise within us and are drawn into effective emotions (positively and negatively) so that we have the space in mind to ground decisions that lead towards the light (rather than the dark). Too often in the lack of internal space our emotions have us in a way that even when they are positive have no staying or deepening power.

What the world needs is more apathy, correctly understood, and less enthusiasm! It was a curious sermon to be offering in that week of all weeks when the pressure was on to be doing something (anything)! But a necessary one.


Comments

Popular posts from this blog

The Buddha meets Christ in embrace

Reading Lama Anagarika Govinda is proving nostalgic on a number of fronts. I recall my first reading of it in my first year at university, bought at Watkins, the famous 'esoteric' bookshop in Cecil Court in London. I sat in my hall of residence room transfixed by a world made familiar; and, it was deepening of a commitment to contemplation (which has been observed fitfully)! I remember returning, at the time, to my school to give a talk to the combined fifth form on Buddhism and using Govinda as the backbone of my delivery (both this book, and his equally wonderful, the Foundations of Tibetan Buddhism). I was voted (I immodestly remember) their best invited speaker of the year. I had even bought a recording of Tibetan music as opener and closer! He reminded me of how important Buddhism was (and is) to my own thinking and comprehension of my experience. The Buddha's First Sermon in the Deer Park was the first religious text I read (of my own volition) at the tender age...

The Jewel in the Crown

I spent six months in Nizhny Novgorod ostensibly as both the chair and the director of a micro-finance fund. I must confess much of that work -apart from the spectacular resignation of my predecessor as director - has faded from view but what I vividly recall is at weekends progressing through Paul Scott's 'The Raj Quartet' and subsequently re-watching its painstaking and triumphant dramatization (by Granada) that I had watched, long before, on the television. It was without doubt my most deeply cherished reading experience to date. This extraordinary narrative of the British in the last, declining days of colonial rule that begins with the doomed relationship of Hari Kumar and Daphne Manners, her rape, and the injustice of Kumar as accused by Ronald Merrick, the Police Superintendent, and one of the most malevolent characters ever created in fiction. He is a magnified alter ego of Scott himself especially the sharply, destructively repressed homosexuality. The narrati...

The Beckoning Land that is within

In spite of the fact that all three of Rowena Farre's books were in a certain measure autobiographical, she remains a mystery. The place of her birth, her real name, and ancestry, whether her first book was an autobiography, in fact, or fiction? It is, on reading her last book, a matter on which, beyond a certain notional interest, I find myself wholly and happily agnostic. Whoever she was, she was a person out of sorts with the world she was born into and on, an ever more consciously realized, spiritual quest. In this way, the book leads on from her earlier one about her life with Roma and Traveller communities. There she was following a nomadic impulse that ran in parallel to 'ordinary life' whilst here she is following a nomadic life that enfolds and transforms 'ordinary' life.  https://ncolloff.blogspot.com/2018/07/on-hopes-realities-and-shadows-of-being.html In this her third book, she returns to places associated with her childhood, Hong Kong, Ceylon, a...