SEEKING
THE TAPROOT OF ANABAPTIST SPIRITUALITY
Mary
Schertz
My spirituality is rooted in my
spiritual tradition, and beneath that
perhaps even the farming family and
community in which I grew upbut it
took me a while to realize this. First I
had to find my way through a lament I
sometimes hear and have sometimes felt
myself: that those of us who are heirs of
the Radical Reformation have "lost
our spirituality" in our quest for
ethical faith. We need to look to other
traditions to recover a vibrant spiritual
life.
This lament surfaces
occasionally in Bridgefolk (see
www.bridgefolk.net), a group committed to
dialogue between Mennonites and
Catholics, in which I have been a
grateful participant for the past several
years. Bridgefolk is currently conducting
summer consultations at St. Johns
Abbey in the rolling hills of Steuben
County, MinnesotaLake Wobegon
country. These are wonderful
weekendsreplete with Benedictine
hospitality, lively discussions, Psalms
with the monks, hymns with the
Mennonites, and great (relatively cool)
summer weather.
There is no question
that Catholic spirituality, as well as
other traditions, has much to teach us.
The abbey has a home in my heart. In
addition to the Bridgefolk meetings, I
also spent a sabbatical at the Ecumenical
Institute there working on my Luke
commentary and worshiping with the monks.
The experience was life-changing . When I
returned to Associated Mennonite Biblical
Seminary, I knew that some parts of my
life had to changefor the glory of
God and for my own salvation.
I realized that my
"people" responsibilities were
crowding out other, also God-given,
responsibilities to reflect, to write, to
read, to worship, to nurture my own
relationship with God. I was burning out,
and I was also shortchanging my students
by trying to minister to them from a dry
well.
So I made some
changeschanges only named correctly
later during a Bridgefolk meeting by one
of my new Catholic friends.
"Ah," she said, "you made
a rule for yourself."
She was right, of
course, although I had not thought of it
that way. In the spirit of St. Benedict,
I had woven worship and work together
into a more sane and God-conscious life.
I had created a "rule" for
myself.
I
will always be
grateful to the monks at St. Johns
for bringing me to my senses in midlife,
like Peter realizing his freedom in Acts
12. But I have no illusions that the
source of these changes is Catholic
spirituality. The Benedictines may have
supplied the fertilizer and water for my
growthbut the taproot is Mennonite
spirituality.
Although I find much
that is helpful in other traditions and
want to be passionately and widely
involved in ecumenical dialogue, I
believe those of us within the Anabaptist
and Mennonite traditions also have much
we can draw on to move closer to God in
our daily walk.
One of my early
thoughts during my sabbatical with the
Benedictines was I havent prayed
so much since I left the farm.
Growing up on a farm in central Illinois,
attending and then becoming a member of a
small Mennonite congregation, I was
immersed in a vital
spiritualityalthough we certainly
would not have called it that then. In
fact, in its rhythms and observances it
had much in common with the Benedictine
spirituality of St. Johns, although
again at that time and in that context we
would probably have resisted the
comparison.
"Devotions"
were a large part of our family ife. My
parents had their private devotions
before we awoke. They were not
ostentatious about this part of their
lives. Were it not for the chance
encounter passing through the kitchen to
get a drink of water, the well-worn and
marked Bibles, or the casual comment on a
Scripture text from the mornings
reading, we would hardly have known they
were doing their devotions.
We also had family
devotions, either at breakfast or supper,
depending on the season of the year and
the demands of farming. Part of setting
the table was putting the Bible at my
fathers place. We met for family
meals three times a day and always prayed
before meals. The morning prayer was the
long oneremembering the church and
the world as well as our own family
concerns. The other two were short graces
or sung graces.
In the evenings before
bedtime we had recreational reading and
then prayers before bed. My parents ended
the day with kneeling beside their bed in
prayer. Again, were it not for those
sleepy trips to the bathroom, we would
never have known they did so.
Devotions in my home
were nothing out of the ordinary in my
experience. Other families in our
community were living their lives in much
the same way. I also do not remember much
of a sense of obligation, guilt, or
legalism about these habits.
As we entered
adulthood, there was a gentle expectation
that we would adopt a devotional or
"quiet" time of our own. The
church adults gave us some help
occasionally. We might discuss the value
of reading through the whole Bible,
although there were other suggestions as
well. We were introduced to the ACTS
prayer (standing for adoration,
confession, thanksgiving, supplication),
one I still find useful.
But for all our
struggles with legalism, with all our
attempts to live nonconformed lives in
relation to dress, entertainment, the
pledge of allegiance, voting, and many
other issues, our devotional lives seem
largely to have escaped becoming a list
of "oughts." We did not name
our particular way of "praying the
hours" as nonconforming to the
world. I see the quiet joy these
devotions gave our lives, however, along
with the nonlegalistic but obedient
priority we gave them, as our finest acts
of nonconformity and as a telling witness
in our small world.
When we were teenagers,
my parents suggested that we limit our
extracurricular activities to two a year
to leave time for church, family, and
ourselvesas my mother phrased it.
It was not that school and community
activities were devalued; they were in
fact highly valued, and we had every
sense that we were making difficult
choices among many good things. But even
in those quieter, less frantic decades,
making time for God and each other in our
schedules was a highly nonconformist act.
At the time, of course,
I would have cited the dancing and movies
we were beginning to enjoy somewhat
surreptitiously as the key matters of
nonconformityand here I was more
likely to resist than to embrace
noncomformity. With the passing of the
years and the generations, however, I am
more aware of just what an effective, if
matter of fact, witness this lifestyle
had in my community.
This spirituality had strengths
and weaknesses, as do all spiritualities.
One strength was its clear
trinitarianism. We related to God, Jesus,
and the Spirit with a fair amount of
balance. We prayed to God and looked to
God for providence, care, and judgment.
We followed Jesus in life, cross, and
resurrection. We assumed the presence of
the Spirit in us as individuals but
indisputably more so in the gathered
community.
Such spirituality also
built community. We practiced communal
prayer, and that led us to reach out to
the community around us. Wednesday
evenings were prayer meeting nights. The
adults (high school and up) spent the
largest part of that meeting in prayer.
After singing and reading Scripture, the
concerns of the community were mentioned,
then we "entered into a time of
prayer." Silent prayer and
intercessory prayer were both used.
Sometimes we discussed
prayer. Some pieces of advice I remember
from those meetings include the
following: Prayer should not be entered
into lightly. Humility and
self-examination are encouraged. Prayer
is not to be used against people, or as
"sanctified gossip." Since
prayers will be answered, we need to take
responsibility for our requests and be
willing to be part of the answer to the
prayer.
Taking that
responsibility, of course, led us out
into hospitality. We took turns hosting a
family with an alcoholic father. We
provided garden ground for poor families
in Peoria. We responded to disasters and
other social needs.
This spirituality had
weaknesses as well. Concrete social
needs, both local and global, were
attended to with ardor and conviction but
without much real understanding of or
commitment to the deeper issues of
justice underlying many of them. Over the
years, my father sensed very little
support from our congregation for his
interests in root causes.
Liturgy and the
sacraments did not feature largely in
this spirituality; consequently,
reverence and awe were sacrificed. Twice
a year footwashing and communion were
celebrated with the solemnity that befits
certain understandings of these practices
but excludes or plays down other, more
celebrative or joyous understandings.
Aesthetics did not play a large part in
this spirituality, and our artists and
poets have suffered a critical lack of
appreciation.
In addition to these
strengths and weaknesses, some attributes
cannot easily be characterized as
strength or weakness. One was evangelism.
Evangelismsharing the gospel,
reaching out to the lostwas valued.
But oh my, did we ever struggle with it.
We were simply not a glib people.
Articulating our faith was something in
which we believed mightily and did
conscientiouslybut ours was not the
joyous, natural, outgoing evangelism of
the Baptists down the road.
Another of those
difficult-to-categorize attributes was
experience itself. Visons, mystical
oneness with the divine, Gods
direct voice were not unknown among our
people. But neither were they expected,
sought after, or made large.
In both these cases,
evangelism and experience, we certainly
avoided some of the worst kinds of misuse
and irresponsible behavior with our
rather taciturn matter-of-factness. But
we also undoubtedly cut ourselves off
from some of the richness and variety of
the faithful Christian life.
In my exit interview with Patrick
Henry, the director of the Institute for
Ecumenical and Cultural Research at St.
Johns, he used a curious expression
to describe my contribution there. He
told me that I had "handed them back
themselves." I am, to this day, not
exactly sure what he meant by
thatmaybe it is impossible to tell
from that angle.
But I can articulate
the opposite phenomenon. What my
encounters with Catholic spirituality
have done for me is "hand me back
myself." I have a deep, warm
appreciation for the monks, the abbey,
the ecumenical institute. I have learned
much from their expressions of faith,
their liturgy, their practices and
disciplines. I love them. But their
greatest gift has been a renewed
appreciation of my own tradition, my own
heritage, my own disciplines of faith,
along with a renewed determination to
lively freely and practice fully
following Jesus in that way.
It is not that
Mennonite spirituality is superior to
Catholic spirituality. Any expression of
faith has its strengths and weaknesses.
But Mennonite spirituality, though not so
formally articulated or
institutionalized, is well worth some
attention. The extension of that grace to
me may have been Benedictine hospitality
at its finest.
Mary H.
Schertz, Elkhart, Indiana, is Professor
of New Testament at Associated Mennonite
Biblical Seminary and Director of the
Institute of Mennonite Studies. Although
this version of "The Taproot of
Anabaptist Spirituality" was
prepared for DreamSeeker Magazine,
it is based on an earlier version
published by Bridgefolk and available at
Bridgefolk.net.
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