Saturday, July 27, 2013

Reflections from a day journaling at Magdalen College


[I understand that not all my readers will agree with me in these reflections, but these are honest thoughts I’ve had recently, and I just ask you read them graciously. Cheers :) ]

DOMINUS ILLUMINATIO MEA.

As humans, we love the light—be it bold rays of summer sunshine, the blazing of a bonfire, the flickering of a candle in a corner. We are drawn to it. We gather around it. We bask in it.

We rejoice in its brightness and the sight it provides. It allows us to perceive colors and textures, shapes and shadows, giving artful form to our surroundings. By it we see oceans and hills, flowers and fields, pictures and paintings, the smiling eyes of another person. Things that cannot be heard or touched or tasted or smelled, we can see with our eyes. Even when we are unaware, we love the light.

Our physical eyes are not the only lovers of light. Our souls also crave it. We hunger for illumination and understanding. We reach for any strand of truth to anchor us. We seek knowledge as a sun to orbit around, to give us direction, to lend gravity to our lives. We search for any source by which we can make sense of existence and find meaning in life. Like being drawn to light, we are drawn to that which provides stability, security, sweetness. Even when we do not acknowledge it, we long for light.

DOMINUS ILLUMINATIO MEA.  In English, “The Lord is my Light.”



"The Lord is my Light." Oxford’s motto. The theme upon which it was founded. The plaque which students and faculty and tourists walk by daily.

Another related inscription I often walk by when at home in Boston:

“What is man that Thou art mindful of Him?”  -Inscribed on Harvard’s philosophy building.

And yet every day as I walk by the inscription on George Street, I think about how far we have come from this foundation. Were it not for the history books that have told us how Oxford and Harvard and Yale and Princeton*—the list goes on—began as seminaries where men could learn of the greatness of God, it would be hard to believe that these values ever existed in these places. Universities that once saw God as the ultimate source of light and held as their mission the spreading of that Light to the nations now scoff at His existence. Where He once stood as Judge, He now stands on trial. Rather than a Person to loved and obeyed, He is a theory to be questioned—or better still, doubted.

Truth, once clear and simple (though at times, difficult), is now relative. Abstract. Unstable. Professors boldly claim, “There are no absolutes!” (Which begs the question, ‘Are you absolutely sure?’) Our search for light has become darkened by the absence of the only One who has authority to give it. “’Let there be light’…and there was light.” The relativizing of truth has contributed to the very chaos we wished to resolve. Instead of answers, it has only created more complex questions. The yearning for light remains.

And yet truth is not changed for lack of believing it. As C.S. Lewis (Oxford scholar) once said, “Man can no more diminish God's glory by refusing to worship Him than a lunatic can put out the sun by scribbling the word, 'darkness' on the walls of his cell.” Light exists, even if I am blind. Even if I shut my eyes.

As these inscriptions in stone are not easily removed, so the eternal truth remains: DOMINUS ILLUMINATIO MEA. The Lord is my light. I have hope, and I pray that one day we return to these foundations.

As Charles Malik has said: "What I crave to see is an institution that will produce as many Nobel Prize winners as saints, an institution in which, while producing in every field the finest work of thought and learning in the world, Jesus Christ will at the same time find Himself at home in it - in every dormitory and lecture hall and library and laboratory.”

 Let it be!








*Other mottos: 
Yale: To be a school “wherein Youth may be instructed in the Arts and Sciences [and] through the blessing of Almighty God may be fitted for Publick employment both in Church and Civil State.” 
Princeton: “Dei sub numine viget,” which is Latin for “Under God she flourishes.”




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