Ruins

Baths of Caracalla

In Rome, the past is all around you. Sometimes it’s visible ruins, crumbling remnants of previous lives, some impressive, some humble, all empty. Other times it’s hidden beneath your feet, unseen but surprisingly intact. And sometimes it’s incorporated into the present, precious stones and metals salvaged, reworked, and repurposed into something new.

Take the Basilica of San Clemente, for instance. You have to walk down a flight of stairs to reach the entrance to the church and courtyard because streetlevel Rome is much higher today. The present basilica dates from the 12th century, but her marble chancel is from an earlier 6th century church. Descend one level and you enter a 4th century church, complete with medieval frescoes. Descend one level further and you’re walking down a 1st century Roman street, wandering into buildings and peeking into a cult temple.  

Only thirty minutes to traverse 2000 years.

In some ways, we’re all a little like Rome. The past is never really past. We might press on, but it lingers in ways visible and invisible. It’s the foundation we build on. Some parts we carry forward, incorporating them into our present in new and different ways, and some are better left in the dust.

The past isn’t a place you want to get stuck. I don’t want to be 2 levels below the street when the fathers turn off the lights and shut the door for the night. But I also don’t want to leave the good stuff hidden. I want the precious parts to stay with me, to be a part of my today and a touchstone for my tomorrow. 

In many places, the structure of ancient Rome holds up present day Rome, but it’s not as though you spend much time thinking about it. People cross piazzas, lounge in parks, go in and out of buildings without giving a single thought to what might be beneath them. My thoughts are mostly full of my shopping list, the conversation I want to have with my friend, what I’m going to make for dinner. I imagine it was the same for the people who passed this way before me.

The buildings were abandoned because they didn’t serve a purpose for the living anymore. Similarly, in the here and now, the past is a foundation, a backdrop to life happening in the present, but we live best with a heart oriented towards the future, to the time when all things will be made new. When the perishable, and all its accompanying decay, is set aside for that which will not wear out, fall down, or pass away.

One thing I do: Forgetting what is behind and straining toward what is ahead, I press on toward the goal to win the prize for which God has called me heavenward in Christ Jesus. - Philippians 3:13-14

Core Work

I’ve been dealing with a shoulder injury. For weeks now, I think I make some progress only to find that the pain flares up again. The other day I reached to get something out of my bag and pain shot up and down my arm. It’s incredibly lame.

I’m not quite to the point where I’m ready to compare the aches and pains of my aging with my friends, but I see the appeal – I can’t believe this is happening to me; it’s nice to know I’m not the only one. 

To be honest, I tend to see it as deteriorating. Maybe to some extent that’s true. My body is wearing out, getting used up. We are finite beings after all.

But what if instead I saw it as nearing completion? What if I could see that God is finishing His work in me? I think I should still run like my 23-year-old self. But I’m still here, so she was obviously unprepared for what’s next. I don’t want to be fit for this life and woefully unprepared for the life to come. I don’t want to train for the wrong target.

He will take these weak mortal bodies of ours and change them into glorious bodies like his own, using the same mighty power that he will use to conquer everything, everywhere.  - Philippians 3:21

Maybe I could see it all as preparation for “fitting into” a new imperishable body. Not the kind of core work that strengths the abs, but the kind of work that strengthens my very core, the essence of my being. Because the final goal isn’t this body perfected, but a soul made perfect. 

We are already God’s children, and we can’t even imagine what we will be like when Christ returns. But we do know that when he comes we will be like him, for we will see him as he really is. - 1 John 3:2