5.04.2010

Anatomy, the Woven Veil


It is modernity, maybe post-modernity, but we are not doing a new thing. We are doing a very old thing. Natural life waxed and waned before our noisy arrival, but life, human life, is uniquely God-breathed, and the context of His epic ambition—restoration and wholeness. We dare not, under penalty of death (Matthew 26:52), presume to transgress this sacred ambition, for it is the holy of holies.

The evidence is in the habitation of the eternal soul in a body. Psalm 139:13-16 rejoices, "My frame was not hidden from You when I was being made in secret." Earlier in the chapter, verse 13 marvels, "You formed my inward parts; You knit me in my mother's womb." This word "knit" is also sometimes translated "wove" or "woven."

David sings that his being was woven together secretly by God. Often this section of Scripture is used by anti-abortion activists to emphasize the inherent sacredness of conception and birth, the invisible invasion of created body by God-breathed soul in the protected covering of a mother's person. But more than a wonder, it is the holy preparation of God.

The word translated "knit" in Hebrew is sakak, meaning “covered.” This word is used almost exclusively in the Old Testament to describe the veiling of the presence of God from human eyes in the Holy of Holies. Sometimes it describes the worshiping cherubim on the ark whose wings “covered” the mercy seat. Frequently it refers to the temple veil: "And he [Moses] brought the ark into the tabernacle, hung up the veil of the covering, and partitioned off [covered] the Ark of the Testimony, as the Lord had commanded Moses" (Exodus 40:21, emphasis mine).

Intricate detailing of this woven, embroidered veil was specified by God Himself—down to the pattern, colors, clasps, and hooks. By His directive, it was hung in the tabernacle to divide the holy place, or the sanctuary, from the Holy of Holies. In the Holy of Holies rested the mercy seat on top of the Ark of the Covenant. In the mysterious cloud above the mercy seat the LORD's manifested presence would rest (Leviticus 16:2). Thus, a woven veil covered the presence of God.

But even more sacred is that the Psalmist used this word to describe his own flesh, stating in the most delicate poetry that his body, your body, was prepared to veil the presence of God—that one day each one’s anatomy should become the temple of God: "Or do you not know that your body is the temple of the Holy Spirit who is in you, whom you have from God . . ." (1 Corinthians 6:19). God personally designed and knit every soul and body with the express intention that it should become a home for Himself.

Woe to the nations that form an unholy alliance with the times and sacrifice their children on the altars of profit, career, vanity, and fear, for the nations who did so in the Scriptures were systematically wiped out. Where are our tears and wailings in the presence of God for these prepared souls, sometimes our own, whose divine vocations fail by apathy, sin, or other abortion? Mary, tender Mother of all, hear our prayers…

9 comments:

Len said...

Amazing, POTA, I was going to post this thought under the laminin discussion where Dave (EOTA) steered it toward the Old Testament "40" connects with the 40 the New. As I was driving past a clinic yesterday, I was saying some prayers for all the little ones who were going to die there, and it hit me... the mothers don't want to walk the short 40 weeks "with child", and so they send their children off (like the Egyptians on the river) without letting them reach the promised land we all have reached by being born. Instead, the Holy Spirit brought the discussion here... still connected (by the laminins, of course). Wow, the Holy Spirit is starting to frighten me. He continues to breathe Easter graces on us (p.s. Dave... E stands for Earl! :)

Len said...

Can I ask for some more prayers for my sister-in-law who is going thru bad post-partem after having her twin girls about 5 weeks ago. The md's are throwing zoloft... and even an anti-psychotic medicine... at the problem. Then no one in the family wants to talk to her... they just all expect her to get better because she's go her meds now. Please, please pray. Her name is Jackie, and the twins are Alexis and Samantha. Thanks

Dave said...

So much to chew on here, but I particularly love this image of God as Weaver: “…specified by God Himself—down to the pattern, colors, clasps, and hooks.” - just how He makes us, including our clasps and hooks, testing that gift of free will, right?

Sticking with the Weaver metaphor, I like to imagine that at the end of our lives, each of us has created a tapestry that is a sort of record of our lives. Each day we add a new thread, weaving a particular color or texture that records what we experienced, the emotions that we felt, the people that we bumped into (in both the real world and the virtual – thinking of my friends POTA and S.O.T.A.), the love that we saw or gave or felt or failed to see or give or feel.

A thread that got woven into my own tapestry a couple days ago: one of our weaknesses in our culture is our propensity to partiality (guilty here too!). We instantly form assumptions of people and situations based on what our eyes perceive. We give strangers credit, time and attention directly in proportion to our perceptions of their worthiness based on their appearance, stature, cleanliness, ambition (ugh, I hate that word)…

The other day I was getting my morning bagel (I NEED my morning bagel, an “everything” bagel – the more onion flakes the better and grilled/not toasted – releases the flavor better!) Anyhow…Maggie is my bagel maker. She’s a city-hardened urban grandmother (c.h.u.g.?) from Dorchester (“Dah-chestah” as we pronounce it). What a spiced-up personality He wove for her! So there she is, grilling my bagel, flipping eggs, sizzling sausage, pouring coffee (just the bagel is mine), and she’s carrying on conversations with everyone who walked in, commenting on their dress, bringing up some snippet of their history, sympathizing about aches and pains…it was small talk, sure, but it was focused and attentive and personal. Age, gender, race, waist diameter, income level…made no difference to her. She SEES her customers. At that point, I was totally struck by her beauty. Partiality – hah! - she is totally immune. There she was flipping eggs, showing us how to honor God’s handiwork.

I love how our Father inserts these lessons into our daily routine. Maggie’s thread is now in my tapestry (God bless her), and it’ll be the masterpiece of the week!

Rock on, Holy Spirit!
Your friend in Christ, EOTA
(Thanks, Len, wow, an Earl! …and I would have been content with jester! BTW: “S” above stands for Sage)
(…and, Len, we’re praying for Jackie in Boston)

PursuingtheSummit said...

Dearest Len, Prayers for Jackie both yesterday and today. I hate how we almost force people to take meds indefinitely for stuff.

I have been keeping up with yours and Dave's conversations. Someone has to tell me what SOTA, POTA and EOTA mean??

"E" for "Earl"
"S" for "Sage"

What's the rest?

Dave, I love your Maggie story. Very precious! I've been thinking something similar after watching a PBS show: something like "Road Trip" (I can't remember the name). It has REALLY set off a new line of thinking regarding union and purpose. Can't wait for time to get it organized and coherent enough to blog!

proudly, EOTA said...

"P" is for "princess"
"O" is for "of"
"T" is for "the"
"A" is for "abnormal"

Our brother, Len, coined that moniker a number of posts ago.

Let the world wonder at our rejoicing in the variety of our collective "abnormalities." Sing it!
..All for our Lord :-)

Len said...

Dave! Dorchester!?!? I went to the sem for four years on Boylston Street, on the corner of Ipswich right across from Berkley and Boston Music Schools. Then, after leaving, spent a few years working for the Archdiocese in the asbesto-abatement office taking care of the schools and churches and their "so-called asbestos problems." Lived in Jamaica Plain during that time... on Centre St. over by the Arboretum. What great memories. I'm hoping to take the family for a visit this summer, to see a few of the OMVs who are still there manning the Shrine (St. Clement's Eucharistic Shrine) and the Seminary (Our Lady of Grace). Lots of good memories of the chapel at the Pru as well. What a small world. If you don't know the OMVs yet, I'd be glad to introduce you to the ones I know. Wow... small world, huh?

Dave said...

Wow - "small world" is right!

I don't know the OMV's, but I'd love to be educated! [I googled OMV to try to speak intellegently, but this is what I got in return: "Österreichische Mineralölverwaltung" - probably not the same thing???] - BUT I do know St. Clement's. I love that church! It and the Arch Street Church are high on my list of locations for lunch time escapes.

I don't know how long ago you lived in JP, but now it is THE place to live for the young and hip.

Len said...

Hey Dave! Yes! Arch Street! You're talking about St. Anthony's, right? Downtown...a block over from Filene's? How about the chapel at the Pru... St. Francis chapel. The Oblates of the Virgin Mary (OMVs) took it over in the early 80s right before I got there in 83. Was there until 87, then did a few things, and returned in 89 (Jamaica Plain) until 91. I am having flashbacks right now as I type! The OMVs are a small congregation that was founded in Italy around the time of the French Revolution. Venerable Pio Bruno Lanteri is the founder...don't know the latest on his beatification process. Lanteri's saying was to live as "Carthusians in the house, Franciscans in the steet..." They are big in the Ignatian retreat area...in fact they've been called the "Jesuits who never strayed." I did my philosophy there, and left before novitiate when I realized I was paying too much attention to the female music students who would come to Mass at the Shrine on Sunday. What a great education I got, however! Had Dr. Peter Kreeft (he actually came to our place for classes... we were so spoiled then, and we hardly knew it!!!) Also, Dr. Tom Howard. All of the OMV profs were amazing...my favorite is Fr. Timothy Gallagher who is still there. A real good guy to meet too is Fr. Peter Gojuk. He was kind of my mentor, and has remained a good long-distance spiritual guide over the years. I'm not sure who is at the Pru, but you can easily access the good priests and brothers there if you have the time. At the Shrine, they just sort of disappear after Mass. Anyhow, just a start of my description of them. Thanks for letting me share... hope you can meet one or more of them. Our Lady of Grace is such a wonderful Mother, isn't She? What graces I've gotten from Her over the years... and they keep on coming. Gotta share it!!! Hail Her!!!

Dave said...

Len,
Somehow I missed this reply of yours, but you had me rolling in the aisles this afternoon with this: "when I realized I was paying too much attention to the female music students who would come to Mass at the Shrine on Sunday."

On Friday, I made a pit-stop at St. Francis in the Pru (was tempted to type "of the Pru”) last week and said prayers for you and POTA. I love that this beautiful chapel sits in the midst of all that high-end retail...beckoning passers-by: shop here for goods with an eternal warranty!