| For the love of Christ I do not spare myself in preaching him |
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‘Son
of man, I have appointed you as watchman to the house of Israel.’ Note
that Ezekiel, whom the Lord sent to preach his word, is described as a
watchman. Now a watchman always takes up his position on the heights so
that he can see from a distance whatever approaches. Likewise whoever is
appointed watchman to a people should live a life on the heights so
that he can help them by taking a wide survey.
These words are hard to utter, for when I speak it is
myself that I am reproaching. I do not preach as I should nor does my
life follow the principles I preach so inadequately.
I do not deny that I am guilty, for I see my torpor
and my negligence. Perhaps my very recognition of failure will win me
pardon from a sympathetic judge. When I lived in a monastic community I
was able to keep my tongue from idle topics and to devote my mind almost
continually to the discipline of prayer. Since taking on my shoulders
the burden of pastoral care, I have been unable to keep steadily
recollected because my mind is distracted by many responsibilities.
I am forced to consider questions affecting churches
and monasteries and often I must judge the lives and actions of
individuals; at one moment I am forced to take part in certain civil
affairs, next I must worry over the incursions of barbarians and fear
the wolves who menace the flock entrusted to my care; now I must accept
political responsibility in order to give support to those who preserve
the rule of law; now I must bear patiently the villainies of brigands,
and then I must confront them, yet in all charity.
My mind is sundered and torn to pieces by the many and
serious things I have to think about. When I try to concentrate and
gather all my intellectual resources for preaching, how can I do justice
to the sacred ministry of the word? I am often compelled by the nature
of my position to associate with men of the world and sometimes I relax
the discipline of my speech. If I preserved the rigorously inflexible
mode of utterance that my conscience dictates, I know that the weaker
sort of men would recoil from me and that I could never attract them to
the goal I desire for them. So I must frequently listen patiently to
their aimless chatter. Because I am weak myself I am drawn gradually
into idle talk and I find myself saying the kind of thing that I didn’t
even care to listen to before. I enjoy lying back where I once was loath
to stumble.
Who am I — what kind of watchman am I? I do not stand
on the pinnacle of achievement, I languish rather in the depths of my
weakness. And yet the creator and redeemer of mankind can give me,
unworthy though I be, the grace to see life whole and power to speak
effectively of it. It is for love of him that I do not spare myself in
preaching him.
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