Essay by Toni Reynolds
April 25, 2019
Over the last few weeks I’ve had several ideas for articles. One of them felt so full of energy that I stayed awake until 3am writing. I’m usually fast asleep by 10pm. Period. So, being pulled from sleep and kept awake to write was significant.
I’ve also committed to exercising two different forms of shadow work for the past 10 months: Jungian psychoanalysis, where I engage my dreams as messages from my subconscious, and a form of Buddhist meditation called Tonglen. This form of meditation involves inviting the suffering of others or yourself to take shape right before your eyes, or inside your own body, ask the suffering what it wants, listen to it, and then feed it.
There is something happening in the shadow that demands our attention; in the shadow of our families, our nation, our spiritual tradition, and us.
What’s happened since the night I was pulled awake is that I have felt completely confused and lost about what to say in a column such as this. It feels inauthentic and troublesome, at best, to write about these concepts as if I believe in them in a way that I think you, the reader, probably do. The truth of the moment is that I haven’t been gleaning much life from Christian spaces for some time now. All the while, I am slowly coming into awareness about the particular ways that Christianity has confused me about the truth of who I am. About how it has been used to swindle my ancestors out of practices, land, drums, and prayers that would have been truly liberating–if they hadn’t been whipped and beaten out of their brown bodies.
I am angry about the history of Christianity and its legacy, in this hemisphere and for the last 500 years, as well as earlier and in the eastern hemisphere. The evidence of this legacy continues to result in present day acts of racism and bigotry that damage minds and spirits. It is not enough to say that “those people” who did and do “those” things of the past are not like us, here, even as we cultivate spaces like Progressing Spirit. We are always in contention with the brutal legacy of this country and of the groups to which we belong.
I have previously had conversations with several folks about how un-christian I feel. I’ve been encouraged by others, hearing them say that they too don’t really identify as Christian; at least not in the way that the majority of the country understands that word. Initially, I felt some relief about this. It was nice to know that I was in good company as I moved into the next chapter of what felt like a faith identity crisis. Over time, however, I have started to feel more bothered. More worried. More confused about what it is that I’m really doing, writing for a Christian column when it feels like something major is still being avoided, danced around, and only talked about and worked on when certain bodies point out the lack.
The article I was writing until 3am was a piece about Jesus and the Syrophoenician (and/or Canaanite) woman. The one where he publicly humiliates her, calling her a dog and reminding her that he didn’t not come to help her people. I wanted to write about the way that even Jesus had to confront bigotry. How even the enlightened mind had to make a choice about what stream of consciousness he was going to participate in–the one of the culture of his time, or the one of the Creator. Even Jesus had to overcome bigotry. I wanted to encourage people to give up racism for Lent. To give up male privilege for Lent. To spend 40 days in the shadow of suffering, calling out the names of every woman you know who has experienced sexual violence. I wanted to ask readers to use Jesus’ example of overcoming prejudice and supremacy by pausing.
Waiting.
Listening.
And then pausing some more before accepting the truth and choosing to do better.
In the text this scene passes quickly. In my spiritual imagination I just cannot imagine Jesus rapidly moving to “Woman, great is your faith!…” Wouldn’t he have gasped? Wouldn’t he have stopped while walking with his annoyed disciples and wondered how it was that he could have even thought about calling this woman, this mother, this human being something outside of her God given name?
Wouldn’t he have paused?
I know Lent is over. But I think that if we each spent the last few days thinking every day about how we individually practice racism, misogyny, USA supremacy, academic elitism, spiritual elitism, whatever it is–if we committed to exploring that every day for the next few days I am sure that shift in consciousness would take place. Maybe not for the whole world, but at least for your world. Wouldn’t that be worth it to start?
The shadow that falls behind each of us has some shared pain. Perhaps I’ve been looking at it too long, trying my best to face my own shadow and noticing where it pulls in things that belong to more story lines than just my own. Regardless, I feel full of desire to heal it to the best of my ability. My form of Tonglen meditation guides me to feed the embodied suffering nectar from my heart. Over and over again you feed the shadow nectar until it turns into an ally, a teacher, a reformed enemy who has wisdom from a depth previously unknown.
I really don’t know if I am Christian. I really do know that I’m pretty sure I’m not. But maybe if some of the shadow can be turned into an ally I could reconsider. Maybe. I have a sneaking suspicion that something similar is up with the droves of people who presently want nothing to do with Christianity in any form. There’s just too much denial and too much looking forward without looking back and admitting the ugly truth that lies behind us.
This shadow is all of ours to heal. It belongs to everyone who benefits from the conveniences of this country’s modernization. We were built on a form of Christian principles. No matter how true those principles are to our current understandings of the Christian faith. We live in the wake of people who murdered in the name of Jesus. Lied and stole in the name of Jesus. Captured humans and burned books in the name of Jesus. Still drop bombs and plunder the earth in the name of Jesus. We will need all of our eyes to see the whole of this suffering. And we will need each of our hearts to generate enough nectar to fully feed and transform our collective shadow into a trusted ally.
If you feel at all compelled to commit your spiritual practice, morning commute, or late-night reading to gathering tools to equip you and us to slowly healing this up here are a few small places to start. When it comes to Tonglen meditation, please seek out the guidance of a trained meditation teacher who belongs to a lineage that understands the fundamentals of meditation. It is deep work and it is important that you place yourself in good hands to utilize that particular meditation practice. These resources are things that have moved me in thinking, feeling, and praying through/about shadow work; the only one missing from the list is therapy.
Please feel free to share in the comments if you know of other resources that offer empowerment to face an uncomfortable truth, and then accept it.
~ Toni Anne Reynolds
Read article online here.
Recommendations
Books:
Stand Your Ground by Kelly Brown Douglas
Engaging the Powers by Walter Wink
It Didn’t Start with You by Mark Wolynn
Bringing Your Shadow Out of the Dark by Robert Augustus Masters
Movies:
Moana
Us
Articles:
How To Feed Your Demons
How to Practice Tonglen
About the Author
Minister Toni Anne Reynolds is committed to singing flesh onto the bones of the Christian tradition by incorporating recently found texts of the ancient world into liturgy, sermons, and poetry. Toni’s Christianity forms a holy trinity with the psychological medicine of Tibetan Buddhism and the eternal Life found in Yoruba traditions. Balanced in an eclectic faith and focused in theology, Toni’s ministry offers a unique perspective on life, theology, and spirituality.
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