One of my favorite pieces of music is John Rutter’s Requiem. On September 11, 2001, my first day of seminary, in our liturgical music class, instead of a lecture, we went to the chapel and simply listened to Rutter’s Requiem in homage to the dead killed by terrorists on that day. The last piece of the Mass is the Lux Eterna, that begins in pristine unison and broadens into four part harmony making the claim that the dead “rest from their labors.” Rest from what? I thought. Rest from life’s difficulties; rest from pain, from anxiety; rest from burden?
No, I mused, we rest from the labor of bearing God’s life to the world. That is our vocation. That is the sole work for which we exist, for which we were made; and it is work that we share, work that is collaborative, mutual; work and the fruits of which, that are greater than the sum of its parts. This is the work of creation, shouldering the artful process of making and remaking the world according to God’s vision of it. This labor is hard and requires our attention and intention and courage and perseverance:….the making of justice up and against the intractable injustices in our world….forgiving and forbearing each others’ faults….practicing the art of healing our wounds and illnesses….feeding the hungry…caring for our planet…hard work….and we don’t abdicate that work to an aloof deity who operates on his own; there’s no such God…Our God graciously inhabits and empowers this work in us…we the means of God in earth; we God’s very flesh and blood; God’s hands and feet and heart.There is no other way. There’s no other choice.
The reward is rest…something in our culture that is in short supply…rest and its accompanying peace and satisfaction and meaning and enlightened perspective…no small thing as reward for our bearing God’s life to the world…and this rest doesn’t only come in the end…It comes as gift along the way. Labor and rest, our life cycle, and when we give ourselves to this our true nature, our true calling, then life is rife with meaning and purpose and beauty… and fear is banished….that’s a promise to us from our wise forbears. Go then with joy into the workplace of creation for there you will find sacred rest for your souls and you will be fully alive beyond all imagining; and the world God loves, the better for it.
