Part 2 – Back Again.
Through the ups and the downs of the years that followed, Christ was my Anchor and Guide. From island to island we went, traversing the great Ocean of God. Together we travelled across time and space, searching for the Mysterion. The Body of Christ.
Like a city on a hill the Mystery glowed in the darkness of my mind, compelling me forward in search of its’ Light. “In this world you will have trouble.” Standing in the valley of the shadow of death my eyes caught hold of a terrible sight; the Seven Story Mountain. Purgatorium. “But do not fear, I have overcome the world.”
It loomed over me. Its’ peaks of sin and self-will blocking out the Sun of Righteousness, obscuring the light and seeking to lead me astray. I began to climb, but struggled to keep my footing, stumbling often as I searched for the way back to Eden. At the darkest times, I looked down to find a Lamp at my feet, guiding me along the narrow way, drawing me up to the summit; the New Jerusalem.
To my left and right were many relics, splinters of light that drew me upward. Near the peak my eye caught hold of a beautiful icon of Saint Hesychast. The man’s body was glowing with the Light of Tabor as he stood praying in the silence of his heart. “Lord Jesus Christ, Son of the Living God, Have Mercy on me a sinner.” My lips mouthed the fruitful words and my soul gave voice within me; immediately I was caught up in mystical ecstasy. The saint wove light and love – tales of Ekklesia, our Mother.
I learnt of liturgy, history, beauty, and Mary. We spoke of Luther, Calvin and Catholicism; of Incarnation, Eucharist, and Theosis. I liked the man very much. His heart was ancient and his spirit pure. He made me glory in the past and I felt as though I finally stood on the brink. But as I turned to the future the man disappeared…lost in the noise of the modern world.
I found myself alone again, never fully, and yet, unsatisfied. Still searching for the bond of unity and the Fellowship of the Just.
Though I had left the man behind, I remembered him fondly and spoke of him gladly. A sudden descent brought me down onto a pass between peaks. As I walked I found myself on a plateau of peace, the saddle of Shalom. Here I met a man from the west who spoke like the east. I shouted to him of the shining man, he whispered back that the man had a brother; that the two had been quarreling for a thousand years.
During those many years both brothers had sinned against each other, in their thoughts and in their words, in what they had done and in what they had failed to do. I had heard of the other brother, but never met him. I had been told he was a bad man, corrupt and full of sin. “Oh no”, said the man of peace, “that is simply the voice of the quarrel. The shining man is the younger, and somewhat wayward. The elder is the child of promise and a point of contention for his brothers.”
“But if you listen he is calling. Calling his brother to come home. It is the elder brother who watches over the Household of God. He who secures the bond of unity in the Fellowship of the Just. It is he who holds the Key to the Kingdom. Who unlocks the Gate of the New Jerusalem. If you are looking for the Body of Christ, look for the Rock on which it is built. The Mystery is hidden in plain sight.”
“Here all generations call her blessed. Here we are surrounded by so great a cloud of witnesses. Here the faithful are called to the wedding supper of the Lamb. “Take this all of you and eat of it: for this is my Body, which will be given up for you. Take this, all of you, and drink from it: for this is the chalice of my Blood, the Blood of the new and eternal covenant, which will be poured out for you and for many for the forgiveness of sins. Do this in memory of me.””
As the morning broke I reached the tableland and found myself standing in St. Peter’s square. Looking up I saw the Holy City, the New Jerusalem, coming down out of heaven from God, prepared as a Bride beautifully dressed for her Husband. Peace radiated from within me, expelling the weariness in my soul. The anguish of the years melted in the Light of Christ’s nuptial love.
“Then you will call upon me and come and pray to me, and I will hear you. You will seek me and find me, when you seek me with all your heart. I will be found by you, declares the LORD.”
The gates of the City were open, and the Spirit and the Bride say “Come”.
I crossed the threshold and entered in.
I was Home.
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