Penance is a Gift

Penance is a Gift

On our last podcast, Kari and I discussed the human condition often called “Wanderlust.”  Where does it come from?  Is it nature or nurture?  Does it come from our ego, our hope, or our need for redemption/meaning/acceptance?

During our conversation, I made the passing comment that one of the things that compel me to wander, like walking the Camino de Santiago, is the concept of PENANCE.  

Here is a short article I wrote while walking the Camino regarding this important topic that has fallen out of our shared discourse:

(Originally Posted on May 19, 2018)

Penance… with all the medieval churches and imagery along the Camino de Santiago, coupled with the fact that the pilgrim journey has a pain soundtrack, it is hard not to think about penance.

I know… I get it. Penance is not a popular topic. Some of you are already cringing. And with all the imagery in pop culture of flagellation and church abuse, that is reasonable.

But let me say this:

I am not a good guy… at least in any religious sense of the term.

It takes almost no imagination for me to picture a medieval priest listening to my many confessions and saying, “Tony, your penance is to walk the road all the way to the Church of Santiago de Compostela. I want you to feel every step on the stones. I want your body to live the pain of the journey.”

Sounds about right to me.

Now, before my friends who are wiser in the ways of “Christianity” jump on these comments to tell me that I am sliding into a “works orientation” and a “retributive God”—Please, hang with me for a minute.

What if penance is not a punishment?

What if penance is instead an intentional gift?

Yes, that gift includes disorientation, distress, and discomfort… necessarily. But how else do we get to the liminal place: the borderland, where control is released, where, as Richard Rohr says:

where we are betwixt and between the familiar and the completely unknown. There alone is our old world left behind, while we are not yet sure of the new existence. That’s a good space where genuine newness can begin. Get there often and stay as long as you can by whatever means possible…This is the sacred space where the old world is able to fall apart, and a bigger world is revealed. If we don’t encounter liminal space in our lives, we start idealizing normalcy. The threshold is God’s waiting room. 

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The closest equivalent to the Camino that I can think of is sharing the sweat lodge with my indigenous uncles, aunties, and cousins. They invite me into a space knowing full well that I will experience discomfort, disorientation, and even pain… and while the experience is punishing, it is not punishment. It is a gift… and the hope of liminality.

So here I am on a penance-way. I don’t believe that it is a punishment (though my shame-self wants to believe I deserve it)… But it is punishing… hopefully leading to the threshold.

Now, here is the amazing thing. I just realized this today and I am in disbelief.

Today is my 19th day of walking. In those 19 days, I have spent almost zero soul-energy thinking about those who have hurt me, rejected me, or harmed me through my life. Instead, I find myself thinking about those who have given to me, believed in me, and forgiven me.  I have spent almost zero soul-energy thinking about what I wish I had, what others get to do and be, or what my life lacks. Instead, I have been thinking with gratitude for the gift of my life and how content I am with what I have.

And my soul-thoughts have not drifted (as they normally might) to dark thoughts, lustful thoughts, or base thoughts. Instead, I feel drawn to honor the people and things that inhabit my life.

Thank you, penance. You are a gift.

A short update from Kari & Tony

A short update from Kari & Tony

Out of Deference

Out of Deference