IN EXILE

Fr. Ron Rolheiser, omi

September 23, 2013

Home is where we start from." T.S. Eliot wrote that and it describes an experience that can be felt both as a freedom and as a heartache. I cite my own case:

I grew up in a second-generation immigrant community on the Canadian Prairies. My grandparents' generation had been the first settlers in that region and everything they built, from their houses to their schools, were built with what they could afford, and situated along roads and railways they could access. They did the best with what they had and didn't have the luxury of building for long-term permanence.

Consequently, many buildings that surrounded me when I was a child have since disappeared: The elementary school that I attended closed while I was still a student there.

Both the building and school grounds long ago disappeared. Wheat fields grow there now and you would never know that a school once existed there.

The same holds true for the high school I attended. It too has disappeared, buildings and grounds replaced by grain fields. Indeed, the entire town has disappeared.

After high school, I attended two separate seminaries and each of these too suffered the same fate; both stood empty for a number of years and then were gutted by fire. The theological college I taught at for the first 15 years of my priesthood was demolished to make room for a new freeway and now operates out of new buildings on a different site.

ONLY THE CHURCH REMAINS

The farm that I grew up on still operates, though the house I grew up in is now abandoned and the fields rented out. Nobody in my family lives there anymore. It's symbolic perhaps that the only building that's still in use from my early years is the church where I worshipped.

Every other building of my youth, adolescence and early adulthood has disappeared. I am an orphan in terms of the buildings that nurtured me in my youth.

But, in this, I'm hardly unique. All of us today, in different forms, are orphaned in this way. Already in 1970, Alvin Toffler, in his famous book, Future Shock, pointed out how transience and impermanence more and more shape our psyches, as things, people, places, knowledge and organizations pass through our lives at an ever-increasing rate.

He wrote this long before the impact of information technology began to reshape our lives much more radically.

The transience and impermanence that Toffler described in 1970 are dwarfed and taken to their square root by information technology today. By today's standards, things, people, places, knowledge and organizations were passing through our lives at a snail's pace 40 years ago in 1970. Today, more than the buildings of our youth are disappearing from our lives.

What does this transience say about our lives and our times? Is this good or bad?

I suspect that we're all still sorting this out. Transience and impermanence aren't sins, though they aren't necessarily virtues either. For me, it seems, they're a mixed bag, a mixed blessing.

SUFFOCATING PERMANENCE

On the positive side, they've brought us a new freedom. For many centuries, people were too much imprisoned by the suffocating permanence of the things, places and knowledge of their time. They had stability, but often had petrification as well. Everything held firm, but too firm; few new doors ever opened.

Transience and impermanence sets us free in a way that allows us to be nourished and blessed by our roots, even as we aren't bound by them.

But there's a huge heartache in this as well. Constantly having the familiar disappear can also grieve the heart, and it should. It's healthy to want to go back to visit the old houses, schools, neighbourhoods and textbooks that once nurtured us. The loss of the things and places of our youth can be painful.

But the pain of transience and impermanence in our lives also helps point us towards the things that don't change, namely, faith, hope and love. These can never be bulldozed under, replaced by grain fields, burnt-down by fire, expropriated and knocked down to make way for a new freeway, or rendered obsolete by newer software.

In this world, Scripture tells us, we have no lasting city, but we are already inextricably bound up with things that do last forever.

VANITY OF VANITIES

Centuries before Christ, the biblical writer, Qoheleth warned us that everything in this life is vanity: "Vanity of vanities, everything is vanity." However, he uses the word "vanity" in a different sense than we do today. For him, it does not connote a psychological narcissism or an unhealthy preoccupation with our appearance and persona. Rather, for him, "vanity" simply means vapour, a passing mist, transience, impermanence, something that disappears too quickly.

Experiencing that transience can give us a heartache; it can also make us search more deeply inside all this impermanence for that which is permanent.

(Website: www.ronrolheiser.com)