Only one of our depictions of saints in our church has a
smile. The rest are all deadly
serious. St. John Vianney is the only
one who looks like he just got away with stealing a cookie from the cookie jar. The rest look like as though they are in a
heavy rain trying to make out the license plate of a rapidly receding car that
had just side swiped them.
Now, of course someone like St. Sebastian, who is usually
depicted as having arrows stuck in his side, would look far out of character
with a smile on his face. One would
wonder what pharmaceuticals he must be on rather than the depth of his love for
God. That being said, I think we have
done ourselves a grave disservice equating holiness with severeness of
demeanor. That is not to say that there
is not a place for a stern approach from time to time, but holiness should lead
to joy. You can’t have holiness without
an underlying joy (even if it is through tears and pain) and you can’t have
true joy without holiness.
There are those that are joyfull, but the faith underneath
it is at best full of empty calories and covered with lots of powdered
sugar. When really tried, it fails to
give you the strength you need and the joy (which would be closer to happiness
than real joy) fades and so can, and usually does, the faith.
At the other end is person with faith who is also as grave
as the grave. This person tends to look
down upon those who do not live up to their standards of (at least outward)
holiness. Their type of faith might be
strong, but it is unattractive and unfruitful.
Who wants to join anything that will make you constantly appear
constipated?
So last week (I will share more about it later) I was going
to a place that has a reputation for being a “holy place.” I had some trepidation about it. It was certainly orthodox from the rising of
the sun to its setting, but I had concerns about the temperament of those I would
encounter. “Would I not be ‘Catholic’
enough for them? Would I be made to feel
like a second class Catholic?”
I am happy to report that such was not the case. The joy that I experienced there from the
priests, nuns, and brothers bubbled over.
They were extremely welcoming and accommodating. There was an excitement to share what they
had freely and openly, and a sense of underlying joy that was attractive and
tempting.
If your faith is not leading you to joy, something is
wrong. If you faith is not attractive,
something is wrong. (Notice I am not
talking about happiness which is merely an emotion. Joy is an inner strength and conviction,
knowledge of meaning and the blossom of hope.)
If you do not have joy, you do not have what Jesus wants for you. If you do not have joy, your faith will not
be as fruitful as it could be. If you do
not have joy, something needs to change.
We do not need any volunteer statues in church.
P.S., Yes, I know the title should be "Hey Horse!"
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