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Monday, February 20, 2012

Cain

Recently I read Jose Saramago's book CAIN. It was Saramago's last book. He won the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1998. In CAIN he retells Biblical stories with great imagination and embellishment. Cain, who killed his brother Abel (Am I my brother's keeper?), is able to travel to the future and have conversations with other Biblical characters.

He goes with Abraham and Isaac up the mountain where Abraham has been commanded to kill his son. Just in the nick of time Cain stays Abraham's hand and saves Isaac. (The angel that was supposed to step in and save Isaac was late because he got lost.) Cain travels with Abraham to the city of Sodom and helps the angels escape from the wicked men who are trying to beat down the door and rape them.
As they leave Sodom, they look back to see God destroy the city, burning everything and everyone to the ground. Cain never gets over this great injustice. Why did God kill the innocent children? he asks. 

At the end of the book Cain is on the Ark with Noah and his family and all the animals. During the forty days and forty nights Cain sleeps with all of Noah's daughter-in-laws, and with Mrs. Noah. Over time he throws everyone overboard except Noah, whom he convinces to jump off the boat and drown himself.

When God comes along and finds out what Cain has done, he is mad. Cain has messed up God's project of re-populating the world. Cain and God argue about who is responsible for this tragic turn of events, as well as all of the injustices in the world. As the book ends they are still arguing.

Jose Saramago has written a long meditation on the theologically unjustifiable dilemma of unjust suffering in the world. It's  a question that bugs all of us. If God is so powerful, and if he really cares about us, why do these things happen?  Conservative religious thinkers always have ready answers to these kinds of questions. One of which is not to question. But all the answers fall short.

Saramago entertains us with humorous takes on Biblical stories while he pulls the rug out from under us at the same time. I appreciate the author's way of wrestling with the unanswerable questions. Rilke said something about just living the questions instead of trying to answer them. 

Terrorists from any religious or secular tradition are always afraid of facing the fact that there are no satisfying answers. What did I just say? Terrorists are afraid? Yep. They try to strike terror in us because they are terrified by liberal traditions that accept the unanswerable.

Fundamentalists have all the answers. They believe in Certainty more than they believe in God. Certainty becomes their idol. I know--I've been there. It seems to me that the real meaning of 'faith' is the willingness to live without answers. To trust. To trust something or someone that 'holds' us despite our limited understanding. 

Faith affirms that life has an 'Ark' that floats on the waters of Being in spite of the injustices of life. Faith means looking at a rainbow and appreciating the beauty that comes through the prism of Goodness. Nihilism means looking at the rainbow and deciding to stay in the prison of a closed universe. That's our choice: the Prism or the Prison.

The novel CAIN helped me reflect on our world and on life. It's conclusion that the debate goes on and on without conclusion is true enough. The God in this novel is pretty clumsy--a Chaplinesque character. Saramago has us laughing at God and laughing at ourselves. I would say that his narrative is a service well rendered. When we create God in our image it's always funny.

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Fiction

I'm not much of a fiction reader. My temperament is so analytical and philosophical that I'm attracted to books that deal in big concepts or rational arguments. But I've come a long way over the years in trying to broaden my receptivity to non-linear ways of thinking and receiving knowledge. The easiest avenue for me is poetry. Poetic images and metaphors excite my brain. 


Lately I've begun to read more novels. Perhaps I've gotten to the point where I am weary of 'thinking' in the tiresome rationalistic mode. The siren of the more pleasant narrative form has called out to me, and I have answered. This may be only a temporary vacation from excessive nonfiction reading. But maybe not.


No one has to convince me that story-telling is an extremely important form of discovering truth. One of the turning points in my human journey was back in the 80s when I took a course on the parables of Jesus. I began to realize how potent inventive stories and figurative language is when it comes to conveying The Truth about life. And that The Truth is found in small truths hidden in ordinary things. 


Humans could not be human without stories. We love stories because we are all living out stories. If I am to understand you and get to know you, I have to know your story. Not just what you think or believe, but what has happened to you. The events of your life--what you have experienced--seen, touched, smelled, etc. We read stories or watch them on stage in order to understand ourselves. Personal stories are revelations.


So, I'm reading more fiction these days. I don't intend to do actual reviews of these books; but I do want to reflect on them. Read my next blog.







Friday, February 17, 2012

The door


They say that when one door closes
another one opens.
I tend to believe that.
How about you?


(i took this photo near Springfield, Ohio_



Thursday, February 16, 2012

The elephant



What is the elephant in the room
for you?


(i took this photo at the Birmingham Zoo)

Wednesday, February 15, 2012

string theory



There is something about good music
that makes me believe
in the spiritual nature
of human life.


(i took this photo in kansas city)



Tuesday, February 14, 2012

The Twisted Tree



We all get twisted up sometimes, don't we?


(I took this photo in Ohio)

Sunday, January 22, 2012

Bumps in the Road of Faith, Part 5 – Theobabble




The Christian doctrine of the Incarnation has always been a difficult doctrine to explain. It says that Jesus was fully God and fully human. Right off the bat we can see that this is some kind of new math. It took over three hundred years for a definition of Incarnation to be worked out by Church Councils, the definitive one coming from the Council of Chalcedon in 451 C.E.

But when you stop and think about it, those ecclesiastical formulations are so foreign to what we read in Matthew, Mark, Luke and John. Jesus never claimed to be God. He actually never said that he himself was divine. Jesus did speak of having a close relationship with God. He called God “Abba,” which is equivalent to “Daddy.” In the more mystical gospel—the Gospel of John—he said “the Father and I are one” (not, “the Father and I are the same”). By speaking of such deep unity with God he was not speaking of identity with God. He prayed to God; one does not pray to oneself.

It is clear in the gospels that Jesus was a man who was seized by the Spirit of God, which is not the same as being God. Of course there is the Prologue to John’s Gospel which asserts that “the Word was with God, and the Word was God…And the Word became flesh.” These are not purported to be words of Jesus himself; rather, they are the gospel writer’s theological reflection about Jesus. And still, even here, we do not read, “Jesus was God.”

The concept of The Word (the Logos) had both Jewish and Greek meanings. The term ‘Logos’ carries the freight of the Wisdom tradition in Jewish thought and a broader Greek philosophical category of rationality. Logos can equate with Wisdom and Reason and Rational Mind and Meaning and Universal Order. To say that the Logos was God and that the Logos became flesh can certainly be understood metaphorically.

It was back in the late 1970s that John Hick wrote the book The Myth of God Incarnate. After reading that book I came away with the suspicion that he was right—that any talk of Jesus as the incarnation of God had to be metaphorical. The fact is that much religious language is metaphorical.

The Bible is full of figures of speech—similes, poetic language, parables, symbolism, visual images (similar to cartoons), and so on. Literal language has no moral advantage over non-literal language. In fact, metaphorical language actually has a spiritual advantage over non-metaphorical because it is metaphor that is able to draw on deeper, more profound and mysterious meanings.

To say that the incarnation of Jesus is a metaphor makes much more sense to me than to assert that it is a literal fact. All of the theobabble over how Jesus could be 100% God and 100% human at the same time is nice attempt to define the mysterious, but me thinks it suffereth from an illogical logos.

Jesus was a man. A human being. An inspired person. A prophet. A Spirited man. But not God. “The Logos became flesh and lived among us” can certainly mean that the very Purpose of God was lived out through a human being. It can simply be saying that the love of God was embodied in the life of Jesus. That makes sense, with no need for theobabble.

The very fact that Jesus never claimed to God should count for something in our theological portrayal of Jesus. It’s like looking for a needle in the hay stack of New Testament verses to find any hint from Paul or any other writer that Jesus was actually God in the flesh.

Perhaps Jesus understood himself as the Messiah (Christ, Chosen One), but never as God Himself. To be ‘God’s Son’ was not to be God, but to be God’s representative on earth. To be the ‘Son of Man’—a term Jesus did use—was not to be God, but to be a heavenly messenger from God (or the ‘Human One’). None of the titles associated with Jesus mean ‘God.’

John’s Gospel is different. It is more mystical or metaphorical. In that gospel Jesus identified himself with the great ‘I Am’—that is, Yahweh. But again, he never said, “I am the I Am.” And the assertion of his pre-existence is part of the metaphorical embodiment of the Logos.

I like the theology of Incarnation. It affirms all that is flesh and earthy and material and sexual. If God became a human being, then humanness has been affirmed and sanctified. Thus speaks Incarnational theology. But without a literal Incarnation we still have Genesis one: everything that God made was ‘good.’ That’s enough for me. Incarnational theology might be seen as a metaphorical affirmation of Genesis one.

The argument that God had to become what we are in order to save us begs the question. Who says? It’s an interesting thought, but not necessarily true. If God can create by the speaking of a word, then God can redeem by the speaking of a word; there is no need to literally enflesh the word.

Well, I’ve been speaking the ‘insider’ language here. Let me step outside the ecclesial walls. Here is how I would describe the situation… There was a Jewish man named Jesus. People experienced in him a liberating power and insight into the spiritual dimension of life. The religious structure felt threatened by his liberal views and his large following. They plotted with local officials to do away with him. The Roman government also saw a brewing potential for revolution and finally executed him.

He was a good man; a spiritual man; he planted the seeds of revolution. He stirred up hope in peoples’ hearts. After his death they kept meeting together to keep his movement going. They symbolized his ongoing presence in spirit by eating the Passover/Liberation bread in his memory. They spread the ‘good news’ of the Spiritual Presence and the revolutionary purposes of God throughout the Roman empire. It caught on. It crystallized. The organic became the organized. It lost something, but also kept something of the essence. It continues today.

All because of a man named Jesus, who was part of the Jewish religion, a religion that held seeds of insight into the spiritual nature of our world. The Jewish tradition called for justice; it taught individual responsibility and collective accountability. It had a sense of the dignity of all human beings, the goodness of all creation, and the absoluteness of freedom. Jesus became the prism through which the richness of the Jewish tradition shined with splendor.

The fact that Jesus was not God does not take away from either Jesus or God. It does not diminish the power or love of God. It does not thwart the salvific reality of grace.

Perhaps we could say that Jesus was the Metaphor of God. The statement, “The Word became flesh” is a poetic way of saying that the human being named Jesus embodied the dream of God for the world.

In a pluralistic world where we see goodness and grace in people of all religions and in folk with no religion we no longer have to defend our religion as superior to others. The point is not whose religion is the true one or the best. Nor is the point to defend ‘truth’ against error. The point is to follow Jesus and be as welcoming as he was, allowing all people a place at the table. It’s about our common humanity and God’s common gift to all. Using my tradition’s symbolism I would say that when Jesus stretched out his arms on the cross, he hugged the whole world and took in everyone, not as ‘Christians,’ but as children of God. Jesus wasn’t a Christian. He was a Jew; a man; a person; and perhaps a unique Metaphor.

In the beginning was the Mind of God. The Mind of God was with God; and the Mind of God was God. That same attitude/mind we saw in a person—Jesus. He was not only a figure of history; he was a figure of speech—the Word of God in history. Yet, the still, small voice is everywhere.

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