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           Saint 
              Teresa of Avila 
              by 
              Linda 
              Douty 
               
              Portrait of Saint Teresa of Avila by Sally 
              Markell   
            I
                never  expected a sixteenth century saint to enter my twentieth
                century 
              spiritual journey. After all, my United Methodist background contained
                 no exposure to historical Catholic figures like St. Teresa of
                Avila. 
              Yet it seemed that every time I turned around, there she was again,
                 with an unexpected word to expand my idea of God or chart the
                next 
              step of spiritual growth for me.  
            One 
              of my mentors pointed out  
              that St. Teresa seemed to “expose my spiritual growing edge.” 
              I suppose she spoke a timeless 
              sacred language that had a way of jolting me into the growing awareness 
              that God and I were not separate. Though I had been 
              brought up to say my prayers to God, the Divine Other…to 
              “lift up” my prayers, as if to some far off heavenly 
              realm, St. Teresa spoke of God in ways that exploded those concepts. 
               
            She
                talked of relationship, connection, communion—a
                constant  interplay between doctrine and experience. When she
                spoke of the 
                indwelling of the Holy - and of herself as dwelling in God
                - she expressed it in powerful metaphors: 
            
              
                It
                        seemed to me there came the thought of how a sponge absorbs 
                        and is saturated with water; so, I thought, was my soul, which
                        was 
                          overflowing with that divinity and in a certain way rejoicing
                        within  itself and possessing the three Persons. I also heard
                        the words: 
              “Don’t try to hold ME within yourself, but try to hold
                    yourself within Me.” 
               
                         
            Though
                her style was often rambling and unsophisticated, her mystical
                experience was unmistakable.
                 Oddly enough, the intensity
                    of her
                    prayer life did not lead her to cloistered isolation, but
                into vigorous action and service, despite a lifetime of illness
                    and adversity.
                     She is remembered not only for her passionate metaphors
                but
            also for championing reforms within the Carmelite order. 
            Teresa
                  was born in Avila, Spain, in 1515 during tumultuous times.
                She had to deal with the Spanish Inquisition, the
                      Protestant
                      Reformation,
                      and a culture in which the theological opinions of women
                      were thought to be absolutely worthless. Very early, she
                      began to
                      feel an attraction
                      to the religious life, but she was her father's favorite,
                      and he was unwilling to allow her to enter the convent.
                However, Teresa
                      followed her own yearnings, and at age 20, she ran away
                from home and entered the Carmelite Monastery in Avila. Later
                      her
                      father grudgingly
                      gave his blessing, so she could be openly enthusiastic
                about
            her new life.  
            But
                her troubles were not behind her. At age 23, she fell severely
                ill—with no discernible cause. She
                  was forced
                        to leave the
                        cloister
                        to undergo experimental and drastic treatments, which
                almost killed her. One can only imagine what "experimental" might
                        have  meant in the 1500s. Though she survived the ordeal,
                        she suffered 
                        the rest of her life from complications of that experience. 
               
              Teresa also experienced ups and downs in her spiritual
                        life, largely as a result of guilt-based theology and
                        ideas about
                        human depravity
                        that still exist in the minds of many today. At age 39,
                        however, she experienced a transformation that gave her
                        a new kind
                        of freedom
                        in Christ and a new outlook on life. Though a mystic,
                        she went on to lead an extremely active life as a teacher,
                        reformer in the Catholic
            Church, poet, and author. 
            Her
                most famous work, The Interior Castle, came to her in
                a vision in 1577. She “saw” a
                magnificent crystal globe like  a castle in which there were
                seven dwelling places. In the seventh, 
                          in the center, was the King of Glory. This seventh
                room, one of complete union with God, is expressed in language
                reminiscent
                of 
                          the Song of Songs, in which the relationship is likened
                to spiritual  marriage. The fruit of this mystical connection
                is the strength 
            to live in service to God and neighbor. 
            The
                rooms in the castle depicted spiritual conditions along the journey
                that
                  have illuminated the path for
                            seekers
                            for almost
                            five
                            hundred years. However, it was another of her images
                            that painted the spiritual landscape in vivid colors
                            for me.
                            Her descriptions
                            of the life of prayer (and consequently of personal
                            growth) became for me more an experience than an
                idea, something
                            that could
                            only
                            be seen in retrospect. I had to live into it rather
                            than merely understand it. So, in a way, I “borrowed” her
                            image  and made it my own. Here’s the way I
            experienced it. 
            
              - When 
                we get serious about our spiritual journeys, we expend a great 
                deal of effort. We are obsessed with trying harder. Teresa imagined 
                a field that needed watering (our spiritual state in need of nurture). 
                In the first stage of spiritual growth, it is as if we are dragging 
                a heavy oaken bucket, dipping it into a well, hauling the water 
                up, bucket by bucket, and watering the field. This represents 
                the condition where we try desperately to please God, to obey 
                the rules, to get it right for God.
 
                 
               
              -                 In
                  the second stage, our prayer and progress lead us to notice
                  a stream running
                    beside the
                  field. All
                                    we have
                                    to do
                                    is drag
                                    the
                                    oaken bucket through the water and haul it
                  to the field and water it. A little easier, but we still
                                    control
                                    the pace
                                    through our
                                    own
                                    efforts. That is, we decide what tasks and
                  projects we will undertake, what the content of our prayer
                                    will be,
                                    how we
                                    will nurture our
                                    spiritual lives and be pleasing to God.
 
                 
               
              -                 In
                    the third stage, we become aware of a gate at the end of
                  the field that opens to an
                  irrigation system.
                                      All we have
                                      to
                                      do is fling
                                      the gate open, and the water comes pouring
                  into water the field. It seems that God meets us with
                                      grace so
                                      nurturing
                                      and powerful
                                      that we have only to open ourselves to
                  it. Our faith journey becomes
                                      not so much what we can do for God, but
                  what God can do through
                                      us, for us, in us.
 
                 
               
              -  In
                  the final stage, we merely stand in the rain. When I first
                  internalized
                                        the image
                                        of standing
                                        in a cleansing
                                        rain,
                                        immersed
                                        in the saving love of God through no
                  effort of my own, I was overcome
                                        with the realization that Divine Love
                  didn’t
                                        require my effort. It was not dependent
                                        on my deserving. It was truly, profoundly,
              eternally unconditional.
 
                         
            Thanks
                      to St. Teresa of Avila, I finally got it. 
                                       
            ©2006 Linda Douty.  |