Sitting in my car one afternoon in the fall in Wickenburg, Arizona I hit a beautiful brick wall. It was not the physical one but a stopping point of limiting my lens anymore for an old institution. The book was written by a “new kid on the block” relatively for me named Joseph Ratzinger. The world knew him better by that day as Pope Benedict XVI.
I was received into full communion with the Catholic Church months later in 2013.
Within weeks of soaking in more of the heart and mind of the Church I woke up one morning to see a surreal headline that he was the first pope to resign in over 600 years. This was confusing but yet with a beauty in the act and reasons in the decision.
Years later having read more of his books and his papal encyclicals I am in awe of his humility as much as his intelligence and wisdom. He wrote dozens of books but perhaps his greatest lesson was in saying to the Body of Christ and the world “It is not about me.”
Though I cannot be sure if this was the quote that was the final straw in my discernment of the Catholic Church, this was at least the theme in the book I was reading at that time.
And so we return to the “two trumpets” of the Bible with which we started, to the paradox that we can say of Christ both: “You are the fairest of all men”, and: “He had no beauty . . . his appearance was so marred.” In the Passion of Christ the marvelous Greek aesthetic, with its tentative contact with the divine (which nevertheless remains ineffable), has not been abolished but rather transcended. The experience of the beautiful has received a new depth and a new realism. The One who is beauty itself let himself be struck in the face, spat upon, crowned with thorns—the Shroud of Turin can help us realize this in a moving way. Yet precisely in this Face that is so disfigured, there appears the genuine, the ultimate beauty: the beauty of love that goes “to the very end” and thus proves to be mightier than falsehood and violence. Whoever has perceived this beauty knows that truth after all, and not falsehood, is the ultimate authority of the world. It is not the lie that is “true”; rather, it is the truth. It is, so to speak, a new trick of falsehood to present itself as such and to say to us: Over and above me there is nothing in the long run. Stop seeking the truth or even loving it; you are on the wrong track. The icon of the crucified Christ sets us free from this deception that is so overwhelming today. Of course it presupposes that we allow ourselves to be wounded with him and to trust in the Love that can risk setting aside his external beauty in order to proclaim, in this very way, the truth of beauty (Cdl. Joseph Ratzinger, On The Way to Jesus Christ).
Now I am coming up on ten years as a Catholic and now an Aspirant to become a deacon reflecting on that attitude. I hope to be of service in formation and, if God wills, as a deacon.
Though he was Pope Emeritus when he died, there will be some talk about church politics. Some of it will be needed but much not. My hope going forward for the Church is that we learn from his love for Jesus, the Church, the Bible and ecumenism with our fellow Christians (e.g. Catholic- Lutheran Accord of 1999). I also hope that the body of his written work is recognized on a fast-track for him to be canonized and even designated a doctor of the church. Less than 30 people in 2,000 years with that designation.
May we all hear the call of Christ and be “doctors” who speak in our spheres to the “truth of beauty” we find in the Lord Jesus Christ.
Pope Benedict XVI – — Requiem In Pacem.