“For it is in giving that we receive.”
I will undergo surgery tomorrow morning. So, this morning
when I led our usual opening prayer at Manna House, I asked our guests and
volunteers to pray for me. The surgery will remove something in my lungs that
does not belong there. The official term is a “pulmonary nodule.” It might be
malignant or it might be benign. Either way, I will be in the hospital a day or
two after the surgery. If malignant, the surgeon will take more of the lung
tissue around the nodule, and there will be some follow up conversation, and
possibly additional treatment. If benign, the initial recovery is the same.
After
the prayer, I was surrounded by guests offering that they will keep me in their
prayers. I need to put this another way,
I was surrounded by love.
I
thought later in the morning of this line from the Prayer of St. Francis, “For
it is in giving that we receive.” In the
fourteen years Manna House has been open, there has been a lot of giving,
but I have received and continue to receive so much from our guests.
This
is one of the amazing realities of offering hospitality. It is not a one way
street. It is not the “haves” dispensing favors to the “have nots.” Rather,
hospitality provides a sacred space in which each of us is freed to give and to
receive.
Leonardo
Boff, a Franciscan liberation theologian, has written, “there are two
economies: one of material goods, and one of spiritual goods. The two are governed
by different logic. In the economy of material goods, the more one gives away
goods, clothes, houses, lands and money, the less one has.” But he adds, “in
the economy of spiritual goods, when more is given, more is received; when one
gives away more, one has more… Spiritual goods are like love: when they are
divided, they multiply. Or like fire: as it expands it grows.” And he argues, “it
is urgent that we vigorously incorporate the economics of spiritual goods into
the economics of material goods... It makes more sense to share than to
accumulate, to strengthen the good life of everyone, than to avariciously seek
the individual good.”
This
is the economy of manna. God freely provides. We share and do not
hoard, and there is more than enough for everybody. In giving we receive.
This
is what hospitality at Manna House coupled with justice seeks to do: sharing
material goods in a way that respects human dignity so that we can all flourish,
spiritually and materially.
This
is what I know from hospitality shared at Manna House. When I (with the help of
many other volunteers and donors) welcome our guests and give coffee, showers,
clothing, and a place of dignity and respect, I receive love. Not the cheap
love of superficial friendliness, but the costly love of sharing our lives,
including our sorrows and our joys, our brokenness, and our shared need for
human community, and for God’s grace.
So
we have had weddings and memorial services at Manna House. We have been to
hospital rooms and in jails visiting. Guests surrounded Kathleen with prayer
when she was diagnosed with breast cancer in 2010. I was surrounded with prayer
when my Dad died seven years ago. We lifted up in prayer a volunteer and a
guest this morning, both of whom have cancer. We prayed this morning for a
guest who lost his partner to death. We share stories from our lives. We even
argue politics and religion from time to time. All of this giving and receiving
in the “spiritual economy” goes on as goods in the “material economy” are
shared.
In
this Trumpian age, in which the vile forces of disrespect of other human beings
because of race, class, gender, and sexual orientation are strengthened and
amplified, it is all the more important to create spaces in which we welcome each
other as we are—children of God made in God’s image, committed to giving and
receiving.
Tomorrow,
I will be lifted up by the prayers of the guests of Manna House. Because of the
giving I have been able to share at Manna House, I will receive those prayers,
that love, and be blessed.
Prayer of St. Francis
Lord, make me an instrument of Your peace. Where there is
hatred, let me sow love; where there is injury, pardon; where there is doubt,
faith; where there is despair, hope; where there is darkness, light; where
there is sadness, joy.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
O, Divine Master, grant that I may not so much seek to be consoled as to console; to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; it is in dying that we are born again to eternal life.
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