Why is it that so often the call to community and the call to personal holiness seem to be mutally exclusive?
In parish life it often seems that parishes filled with holy people are often "zero" in the category of community life; their worship and common life seems like parallel play. On the other hand, parishes with a vibrant community life often seem to have a spiritual life that's a mile wide but an inch deep.
That dichotomy extends to our own personal lives. I had been finding it so in my own life for at least the last 3 months. This weekend one bridge for that chasm came to me, oddly enough while I was washing dishes in the Abbey kitchen, helping a very excellent chef in my own small way with the preparation for the common Sunday meal.
All I could hear was the phrase from Paul's letter to the Colossians, (1:24) :
The remainder of the chapter is filled with sollioquy and song about the cosmic Christ, his sufferings and resurrection. But in this verse is where the contact point comes.... it is exactly in the every day arena of the community where Christ's sufferings become real and effectual... in the rubbing and grinding as we find our way day by day to be together in the presence of the Crucified and Risen Christ. Wherever we offer ourselves in service to others we continue to fill up our world with the Presence of the Crucified.
What a gift to be given, and to be received.
I am reminded of Frederick Buechner's saying, which is plastered on the wall of the Shared Ministry Room in my parish:
"to find your vocation you must find where your greatest joy meets the world’s great need."


