21 December 2017

The Empirical Bogey (O Oriens)



Originally published in 2015, this essay is part of a series I used to do annually on the Great O Antiphons of Advent. This Verse will be sung tonight at Vespers and, since this night is the Longest Night, and tomorrow is the Dawn of Summer's Advent, we sing. "O Dawn". The church knows when the solstice is, certainly, although it has nothing to do with the date of Christmas. Many parts of the liturgical year are tied (officially or not) to the natural cycle of the northern hemisphere: not just major holidays, but also fasting on the quarter days, the choice of which feast in a Saint's Life is more important, etc. The liturgical cycle sanctifies time rather than obliterating it. We are manifesting heaven on earth sacramentally, not escaping earth and fleeing to "realms of spirit." The physical world is being saved, not ignored.


O Oriens, splendor lucis aeternae, et sol iustitiae: veni, et illumina sedentes in tenebris et umbra mortis.

O dawn of the east, brightness of light eternal, and sun of justice: come, and enlighten those who sit in darkness and in the shadow of death.

This is my favourite of the Great O Antiphons, for entirely non-liturgical reasons: this verse is one of several paraphrased by the Orthodox Anglo-Saxon Poet, Cynewulf in his long poem Crist or, in modern English, Christ.  In Anglo Saxon and in English, the lines run:

Eálá Earendel engla beorhtast
Ofer middangeard monnum sended.

Hail Earendel brightest of angels,
over Middle Earth sent to men.

It was this text that gave J.R.R. Tolkien the name and purpose of his character, Eärendil the Mariner. Oddly enough I learned about the Great O Antiphons (back in 1982 or 83) by reading about this connection with Tolkien and then doing research. That was before I had been exposed to western liturgy beyond Novus Ordo and late 70s ECUSA. It was the dawn of a new world for me - connecting Tolkien's world that never was with parts of our world that were no longer.

Tolkien and his fellow writer, C.S. Lewis, knew that part of our modern problem is that our world is being destroyed - now, almost a century after their friendship, our world is nearly totally gone. We used to live in a world peopled by angels and located in the middle: not geographically, but mentally, spiritually, between heaven and hell. Now we are more than ever trapped in time, stranded between the past that cannot be and the future that is never. The religion of our culture, Scientific Nihilism, has washed away all connection, all sense of a possibility of connection, replacing a Transpersonal God with what C.S. Lewis called "The Empirical Bogey:"
...the great myth of our century with its gasses and galaxies, its light years and evolutions, its nightmare perspectives of simple arithmetic in which everything that can possibly hold significance for the mind becomes the mere by-product of essential disorder... its flat superlatives, its clownish amazement that different things should be of different sizes, it's glib munificence of ciphers.
We pretend we have discovered the really awesome parts of the universe, when, in fact, all we have done is let our mind's impression of the Speed of Light create in us a false sense of awe at mere numbers; numbers which we ourselves invented and to which we attach some sort of quasi-religious content. We become over-awed by generating the emotions within ourselves at our own inventions, as a child might, looking too fondly at a sand castle she has built on the beach.

But we have discarded the Created Order: the reality that is there, no matter how much we ignore it, or imagine we've surpassed it. We need the Dawn to show to us all of this.

We've got darkness and death again running parallel to light and justice. In the traditional liturgy this gets sung at Vespers on the 21st of December: the Solstice, the return of the Sun. Singing this verse creates the linking of Christ with the rising Sun, very literally in time and space.

A certain sort of political activist will often invoke Jesus as a supporter of "justice". They do this without irony despite the fact that they would reject a vast majority of what Jesus stood for. They would certainly never call his teachings "Justice". They make this rejection by saying that Jesus was merely human and often wrong based on the cultural biases of his time. But they are certain that any "outcast" calling for "justice" today would be supported by the Jesus they have invented as easily as science invents big numbers. Justice, in this political dialect, usually means "supporting my political causes and damning my opposition". Jesus is not invoked as in this Antiphon, as being, himself, the Sun of Justice. God - Jesus - in his person - is Justice.

The Sun of Justice is a line taken from the Prophecy of Malachias 4:1-4

For behold the day shall come kindled as a furnace: and all the proud, and all that do wickedly shall be stubble: and the day that cometh shall set them on fire, saith the Lord of hosts, it shall not leave them root, nor branch. But unto you that fear my name, the Sun of justice shall arise, and health in his wings: and you shall go forth, and shall leap like calves of the herd. And you shall tread down the wicked when they shall be ashes under the sole of your feet in the day that I do this, saith the Lord of hosts. Remember the law of Moses my servant, which I commanded him in Horeb for all Israel, the precepts, and judgments.
Ecce enim dies veniet succensa quasi caminus: et erunt omnes superbi et omnes facientes impietatem stipula: et inflammabit eos dies veniens, dicit Dominus exercituum, quae non derelinquet eis radicem et germen. Et orietur vobis timentibus nomen meum sol justite, et sanitas in pennis ejus: et egrediemini, et salietis sicut vituli de armento. Et calcabitis impios, cum fuerint cinis sub planta pedum vestrorum, in die qua ego facio, dicit Dominus exercituum. Mementote legis Moysi servi mei, quam mandavi ei in Horeb ad omnem Israel, praecepta et judicica. 
The Justice that Jesus offers is only for those that fear God and do all that he commanded through Moses: they who do so shall tread down all the proud folk who do wickedly as ashes under their feet. But you can't have God's Justice for you to do something God has commanded you not to do, for there is no Justice beyond God's law.

Here again we are being presented with the Empirical Bogey. We are convinced that our minds can discover things and then we invest those things with quasi-religious value. The new Jesus we have at last discovered in our wisdom supports us, not those stodgy religious sorts. Freedom, we have at least discovered in our wisdom, is not "the Free human being who is most himself in the will of God" but rather "I can do what I want." The Evil One makes us hate what is good for us and love what is bad for us. In fact this is such a good trick of his, that he makes us think the bad stuff really is us. Thus Justice does not mean justly following God's law and creating civil laws that enable others to do so as well. Justice means, "I can do what I want and you can be punished for thinking, saying, or living as if I shouldn't do it."

Which is to say that Jesus didn't teach a "justice" that would have been recognized as such by anyone marching in our streets today. In fact, Jesus colluded with the unjust systems of his day: paying taxes, respecting civil authorities. He makes it rather clear that those authorities would not be there (just or not) if God had not put them there. In the matter of "judge not", God will judge authorities that act outside of his divine Justice. That's not for us to worry about (unless you happen to be in political office). Our job, as Christians, working our our salvation in fear and trembling, is to live in God's Just Law, no matter what the world lives in. Paul, writing to Philemon, does not challenge the system of slavery in the Roman world, but rather he tells Philemon to act in God's Justice towards his brother in Christ, the slave Onesimus, suggesting even that Philemon will do more (following God's Love) than Paul even suggests in his letter. Paul doesn't protest in the streets to change the laws: but he reminds Christians that they have a higher law to follow

O come, Thou Dayspring, come and cheer,
Our spirits by Thine advent here;
Disperse the gloomy clouds of night,
And death's dark shadows put to flight.

So it is with us, today looking at the Antiphon, and for all time. We know that Justice comes from God in Jesus very person. Our secular laws, as such, mean precious little if they do not reflect this. They can be ignored as so many cardboard cutouts. The traditional prayer for civil authorities from the Russian Prayerbook makes this clear:
Save, O Lord, and have mercy on our president and all in authority throughout the world, commanders-in-chief of armies and navies and airfleets, governors of provinces and cities, and all the Christ-loving navies, armies and police; protect their power with peace, and subdue under their feet every enemy and foe, and speak peace and blessing in their hearts for Thy Holy Church, and for all Thy people, and grant that in their calm we too may lead a quiet and peaceful life in true belief, in all piety and honesty.
Civil gov't is there only to keep the peace so the Church can do her work: this can be done with the second amendment, or without it, with socialism, capitalism or the odd hybrid we now have. As long as there is civil peace the Church can do her job. Be mindful that this prayer was also prayed for the leaders of the Soviet state...speak peace and blessing in their hearts for Thy Holy Church, and for all Thy people, and grant that in their calm we too may lead a quiet and peaceful life in true belief, in all piety and honesty.

From the state all we want is to be left alone. We need Jesus for Justice: which is an interpersonal quality, not a legal standing. All this world - including our gov'ts, our states, the religion of Scientific Nihilism and the Empirical Bogey - are all trapped in darkness and death. We seek the dawn, Earendel, to show us the way out.

Belushi, Geer, and God... (ok, and Solomon.)

Chagall's Song of Solomon 1958
JMJ

The Readings for Thursday 3 Advent (Year 2):
Similis est dilectus meus capreæ, hinnuloque cervorum. En ipse stat post parietem nostrum, respiciens per fenestras, prospiciens per cancellos. En dilectus meus loquitur mihi. SPONSUS: Columba mea, in foraminibus petræ, in caverna maceriæ, ostende mihi faciem tuam, sonet vox tua in auribus meis: vox enim tua dulcis, et facies tua decora.
My beloved is like a roe, or a young hart. Behold he standeth behind our wall, looking through the windows, looking through the lattices. My beloved speaks: My dove in the clefts of the rock, in the hollow places of the wall, shew me thy face, let thy voice sound in my ears: for thy voice is sweet, and thy face comely.

Thus is fulfilled, as I posted yesterday. The Christian tradition follows Jewish tradition on this love story: the Bride is the Church (the New Israel) and the Groom is Christ. For Jews it's Israel and the Holy One.

This image of Christ, peaking through the latice at us, of the love watching through the window, is one of the best images ever, as he sings to us, "My dove, hiding in the cleft of the wall..." It's erotic. It's romantic. It's... rather creepy really. If we listen with our modern ideas of sex and sexuality. Why do you want your lover watching you through the window shades? Why does your lover want to?

John Belushi in Animal House (1978)
This is our ideas of human sexuality: our passions run amok so much so that we can't even begin to image God as lover without it getting creepy. The creepy part, though, is not what God is doing in this verse: it's our imaginations.

The Virginal conception and birth of Jesus doesn't just seem "hyper-pious" it seems improbable, if not impossible: because no one we know is a virgin any more. How can two, normal teenagers (Joseph and Mary) have abstained from Sex? Even following the tradition of the Church where Joseph was elderly, we know - right? - we know that Old Guys marry Young Girls to have more sex. We know this.

We know with all our faith that my body doesn't control me, that old people need Viagra, that porn is normal, that men don't watch women through windows, or they get arrested.

And that God doesn't' care what goes on in my bedroom.

But if we see the Church as the Bride of Christ... and that seems creepy... Maybe we're missing something about human sexuality? How did 2,000 years of Christians and 4,000 years of Jews before that manage to handle it? And how about all those pagan places where the King was married to the land for the sake of fertility and defense? What are we missing today where God is sexless and is not empowered to pick his own pronouns through the only voice he has givne us, and where the Church is an it, not a she?

Although the Song of Songs tends to switch back and forth in voice between the Bride and the Goom, along with a few other parties, the Narrator tends to sound like the Bride: saying "My lover says..." when the Groom speaks.  Solomon has put on a woman's voice, telling the story of how God has wooed Israel.

Larry Norman's amazing "I've Got to Learn to Live Without You" (1972) is one attempt by the rocker legend to put himself into a feminine persona as he sings about Christ. (There's another one on the series of three albums known as the Trilogy, but I can't just now remember which song it is.) 



The Church, too, is the feminine voice, expressed mostly by men, wooed by God. Was it CS Lewis? Or someone modern writer who said that God is the ultimate power, the male, active force to the passive, receptive, female force of the entire cosmos. We are all feminine before God.

And here, in Solomon's text, if we let it be about romance, about joy, about love, it's not at all creepy. We're the ones who have wandered away: we are the prostitute that God has married. We are the wayward one rescued by the strong hand that would bring us back only for love.

Richard Geer and Julia Roberts in Pretty Woman (1990)
Christmas really makes no sense otherwise. God has self-sacrificed out of love for us. Just how much self-sacrifice we shall see on Monday. It is so deep, so wide, so powerful that we cannot avoid it save only by callousness, cold-heartedness, and pride.

We are called to humility before this God who only wants to love us.

Will you not be wooed by him? He says you are lovely. Will you not let him hear your voice?
You came into my life, you took me off the shelf
You told my name to me and taught me what to do
But then you went away and left me by myself,
I feel completely lost and lonely without you
Why'd you go, baby? I guess you know,
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you, without you
Today I thought I saw you walking down the street
With someone else, I turned my head and faced the wall
I started crying and my heart fell to my feet
But when I looked again it wasn't you at all
Why'd you go, baby? I guess you know,
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you, without you
It's just no good without you, without you
It's just no good without you, without you
It's just no good without you
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you
I've got to learn to live without you

20 December 2017

Thus was fulfilled.

JMJ

The Readings for Wednesday 3 Advent (Year 2):
Audite ergo, domus David. Numquid parum vobis est molestos esse hominibus, quia molesti estis et Deo meo? Propter hoc dabit Dominus ipse vobis signum: ecce virgo concipiet, et pariet filium, et vocabitur nomen ejus Emmanuel.

Hear ye therefore, O house of David: Is it a small thing for you to be grievous to men, that you are grievous to my God also? Therefore the Lord himself shall give you a sign. Behold a virgin shall conceive, and bear a son, and his name shall be called Emmanuel.

Our verse from Isaiah says, ecce virgo concipiet, behold a virgin shall conceive. But St Jerome's Latin Vulgate was working with, at first, the Greek text of the Septuagint, not the Hebrew text as we know it. In Greek, the word used for the person who will conceive is "παρθένος" parthenos which not only means "virgin," but also caries echoes of Artemis and Athene, and includes the concept of virgo intacta, The Hebrew, however, uses only the word עַלְמָ֗ה almah. It means only "young woman" or the rather formal title of "Maiden" without meaning, specifically, "virgin".

There is a story from the Church's tradition that, when the LXX was being translated, a young worker came to this passage and wanted to write the Greek word for girl, νύμφη nymphe but the Holy Spirit intervened and said parthenos. The young man said, "But Lord, that word means young girl." And the Holy Spirit said, "Write parthenos and I will show you the fulfillment of it." This young man, so the Tradition states, was Simeon, who was kept alive to a great age to see the fulfillment of this promise when the Blessed Virgin presented Our Lord in the Temple at Candlemas.

But even so, the story discussed has nothing to do with Jesus or Mary, right? There's a war going on, and the King wants to know if God is with us or against us in this war. Isaiah says, God is with David. And ask anything you want as a sign.  The king says he dares not tempt God - even though it is at God's own command. But God says, "Fine, if you will not ask, I will show anyway..." This has nothing to do with Messiah or anything. But the Angel says it does. How is that?

For the early Church and for the Holy Spirit, for the Apostles and the Patristic communities, the entire world was pointing to Jesus. The quest was to find out how. The Old Testament must, in all its ways, prefigure Messiah. So we must meditate and pray to open the text. The same way that the Angel said this unrelated verse from Isaiah is a Messianic Prophecy, so also is the passage from Genesis about the head of the serpent, so also the making-mute of Zachariah is a sign that the Old Covenant is done, so also Samson is a sign of John the Baptist, Judith of the Blessed Virgin, Daniel in the Lions' Den of Christ in Hell, the Red Sea of Baptism, Manna of the Eucharist, Egypt or Babylon a sign of "this world" and the escape therefrom a sign of our Christian growth... the list goes on.

The image at the top of the page is of the Welsh Poet, Taliesin. Taliesin seems a bridge between the pagan darkness in Wales and the Christian revolution of Arthur. In fact, the poetry of Taliesin (as we have it) weaves together the two Wales into a unified whole that allows us to the see the Christian truth foreshadowed in the past, a Pagan Old Testament, if you will, in the myths and stories the Cymry told each other in their camps and homes long before St David and the missionaries ever got there.

Certainly the ancient Bards of Wales never intended or imagined Christian context for their stories, but once the Truth was revealed, all could see He had been present all along in their quest.

So it can be in our lives: once Christ is revealed as not "a true story" but as "The Truth" then anything that was true before is, lo, a bit of Christ present and still true. Yet a fuller, deeper, and more complex meaning is revealed.

This was how the first Christians read the Bible. We inherit their readings in our Tradition, but the skill seems lost. It's hard to look at a Biblical Story and not want to see the literal truth or untruth of the letters. If the Bible is not History what good is it? But the Bible is history. That's just not all it is.  If that's all it is, it might as well be any other history text.

But the Bible, to the Church Fathers, is more like a Tarot Deck than a History Book. Prophecies are Fulfilled not because they were literal predictions that literally came true in a verbatim, literal way. So boring. They are fulfilled, they are Made Full of the Holy Spirit and bring forth the Word of God like Mary.  They are signs that await the explication of their fullest meaning in Christ's teaching, in the Church, in the action of the Holy Spirit, in the lives of the Saints.

I said Tarot Deck and I mean no scandal: anyone can go out and buy a book of "the meanings of the Tarot Cards" and learn that the Ace of Cups means a new love affair, but a proper reading of cards, of stars, of the I Ching... of anything, really... is not just "fortune telling" but rather visual meditation. Done right any discussion of any set of Symbols should lead us to Christ (if we're telling the Truth). This is why those who Translate the Bible to be "inclusive" are missing the point. We're not the message, the subject, or topic of the Bible: Jesus is.

Like Taliesin wove his text of Pagan Past into a Christian Future, the Church has done the same with the Old Testament, missionaries have done where ever the Gospel has gone, and you need to do the same with your life in the Church. Where has God acted that brought you to the Faith you now have? If you are not in the faith, how has your life brought you at all to reading these words? Here God is acting.

The music is playing all around us, and all we need to do is sing.

A translation of Deus Duw Delwat

O God, the God of formation,
Ruler, strengthener of blood.
Christ Jesus, that guards.
Princes loud-proclaiming go their course
For a decaying acquisition.
The praising thy mercy.
There hath not been here;
O supreme Ruler;
There hath not been; there will not be,
One so good as the Lord.
There hath not been born in the day of the people
Any one equal to God.
And no one will acknowledge
Any one equal to him.
Above heaven, below heaven,
There is no Ruler but he.
Above sea, below sea,
He created us.
When God comes
A great noise will pierce us,
The day of judgment terribly.
Messengers from the door,
Wind, and sea, and fire.
lightning and thunder
A number without flattery.
The people of the world groaning
Will be concealed.
Kings will shudder [that] day,
Woe awaits them!
When the recompenser shall appear,
Let the heaven appear below.
A ruddy wind will be brought
Out to the cinder,
Until the world is as desolate
As when created.

Do not thy passions counteract
What thy lips utter?
Thy going in thy course into valleys,
Dark without lights.
The love-diffusing [Lord] will separate us.
The land of worldly weather,
A wind will melt the trees:
There will pass away every tranquillity
When the mountains are burnt.
There will be again inhabitants
With horns before kings;
The mighty One will send them,
Sea, and land, and lake.
There will be again a trembling terror,
And a moving of the earth,
And above every field,
And ashes the rocks will be;
With violent exertion, concealment,
And burning of lake.
A wave do ye displace,
A shield do ye extend
To the travelling woe,
And violent exertion through grief.
And inflaming through fury
Between heaven and earth.

I have not been without battle.
Bitter affliction was frequent
Between me and my cousins.
Songs and minstrels.
And the hymns of angels,
Will raise from the graves,
They will entreat from the beginning.
They will entreat together publicly,
On so great a destiny.
Those whom the sea has destroyed
Will make a great shout,
At the time when cometh
He, that will separate them.
Do not thy passions counteract
What thy lips utter?
Thy going in thy course into valleys,
Dark without lights.
And mine were his words.
And mine were his languages.

The lance was struck
And my side was pierced.
It will be struck to you also...
I have not been without battle.
Bitter affliction was frequent
Between me and my cousins.
Frequent trials fell
Between me and my fellow-countrymen.
There was frequent contention
Between me and the wretched.
Those that placed me on the cross
I knew when young.
That drove me on the tree,
My head hung down.
Stretched were my two feet,
So sad their destiny.
Stretched with extreme pain
The bones of my feet.
Stretched were my two arms,
Their burden will not be.
Stretched were my two shoulders,
So diligently it was done.
Stretched were the nails,
Within my heart.
Stretched was the spiking,
Between my two eyes.
Thick are the holes
Of the crown of thorns in my head.
The lance was struck
And my side was pierced.
It will be struck to you also,
As your right hand (struck me).
To you there will be no forgiveness,
For piercing me with spears.
And the Ruler we knew not
When thou wert hung.
Ruler of heaven, Ruler of every people!
We knew not, O Christ! that it was thou.
If we had known thee,
Christ, we should have refrained from thee.

Do not the brave know
The greatness of their progeny?
Ye have committed wickedness
Against the Creator.
A hundred thousand angels
Are to me witnesses,
Who came to conduct me
After my hanging,
When hanging cruelly,
Myself to deliver me
In heaven there was trembling
When I had been hung.
When I cried out Eli!
Do not the brave know
The greatness of their progeny?
A country present will meet thee,
And while it may possibly be yours,
Three hundred thousand years save one,
A short hour of the day of everlasting life.

19 December 2017

But. But. I want to know...

JMJ

The Readings for Tuesday 3 Advent (Year 2):
Unde hoc sciam? 
Whereby shall I know this?

John is the last prophet. There are no prophets after John the Baptist because Jesus is the fulfillment of the prophets. God needs no other voice because God has spoken finally and that word is Jesus.

An Angel is sent to Zacharia with this news, and the same Angel is sent to Mary. Both of them are surprised. Zachary, in asking how can I know, though is all of us. He uses the same word for "know" as Mary does, to the same Angel, really. 

How shall I know this... 
I have not known a man...
And it is the same word used in the Greek LXX text of the Old Testament:
The Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil.

In all these instances it means exactly the same thing: Experience; deep, intimate experience.

This is difference between Zachary and Maria.

Mary says how can this be, for I have no knowledge of these things...
Zach says how can I come to know this: how can I believe you...

This is our age, right? Most of us, I think, tend towards Zachary. We want not only to know... but to know how to know, to know how we can trust someone before we get suckered into their game. We don't want to be hoodwinked, taken for fools, left with everyone laughing at us.

What if Zach had come running out of that temple with news of an angel and, nine months later, nothing? For the rest of his (already long life) he'd be the guy that sees fake angels with wish fulfillment promises, and a barren wife. How can I know this? Ya, sure, you're making promises and you fly out of here and nine months from now how can I get a refund if this all goes bust?

Mary says, "Tell me how this is happening for I know nothing of these things."
Zacharia says, "Show me now."

It is often said that we live in an age of doubt. But this is not true. We live in an age of intense faith.  It is misplaced and misidentified, but it is a strong faith. We believe things we read on the internet strongly and deeply. Worse, we believe headlines without reading the stories. We like posts based on header photos and we don't even read the stuff (or the headlines). We pay no attention to the other side of any argument, believing instead what our side says about the other side. We reject religious leaders and yet follow other leaders who use religious words. (Listen to a scientist talk about not needing religion or philosophy using the words of religion and philosophy.) We praise political leaders in the way we once followed religious teachers and we dare not question them in exactly the same way; or, if I can question my leader, you certainly cannot.

We live in an age of great faith. We are surrounded by not the "nones" of surveys, but rather the "followers of anything but Christ". I claim to follow science only, but I will deny the proofs of science if I don't like them, or don't "feel" them.

We want to know. We want to experience. But we don't want to have faith.

And yet faith is required first. Always. I can't experience God without first trusting him to be there (even if only a tiny bit). And Faith is a gift of God's prevenient grace. Even that requires our cooperation, our leaning in to that grace. God won't zap us with faith, but he whispers it to us if we unstop our ears. We can, without compulsion, sing along with the music already playing.

So, which will it be: Mary or Zacharia? Honestly both of them got what God promised, but one got a bit more. Both are saints, but Mary's silent faith speaks volumes more than Zachary's mute challenge.

How can we know?
Trust first.

18 December 2017

Is God's Navel an Inney or an Outey?

JMJ
The Readings for Monday 3 Advent (Year 2):
Hoc autem totum factum est, ut adimpleretur quod dictum est a Domino per prophetam dicentem: Ecce virgo in utero habebit, et pariet filium: et vocabunt nomen ejus Emmanuel, quod est interpretatum Nobiscum Deus.

Now all this was done that it might be fulfilled which the Lord spoke by the prophet, saying: Behold a virgin shall be with child, and bring forth a son, and they shall call his name Emmanuel, which being interpreted is, God with us.

A lot of Christians get this one wrong. Some, today, claim to be Christians and still deny it outright. The idea that Jesus is God is scary to them. Jesus can be the Rabbi God Acts Through and he’ll stop making the rest of us nervous. They want a good teacher: the morals are universal so we can reject the ones we don’t like. The politics are awesome when they are read by left-wingers. Yet they do not realise that without his Divinity, Jesus’ social teaching is a bit of a moot point.

If this man was not God then he's only offering a different social order: it’s just more counter-revolution. It might as well be only another moral code and a repetition of the Pharisees or the Pythagoreans. Sure, it’s different. But it’s just more. I might just as well be hung up on eating pork or on praying to cows. If it’s just more religion, it’s unimportant. But Jesus is the cure for religion as the Orthodox teach and they say it without irony which makes it all the more funny.

It is entirely possible to read Christian history in the secular, boring way – devoid of any theology or traditional Christian moralism. I want to point that out, to allow it as a (wrong) way to read the tradition. Still there are much deeper socio-political implications to this “God-acting” idea (rather than God-acting-through). I do, personally, believe all the points of the Nicene Creed, the Symbol or the summing up of the Catholic faith. Firma fide credo et confiteor omnia et singula quae sancta ecclesia Catholica proponit. The Christian rabbinic discussion has evolved well beyond that level of simplicity. But it starts here, with this revolution.

Here’s the most important, radical, revolutionary thing about Christianity: God has a navel. I don’t know if it was an “inney” or an “outey”, but he has one. More than that, he’s got a penis: and God is a he. In fact, God is one specific man, born in one specific place, among one specific people – although in a melting pot of about many cultures. Surrounding God was Egyptian, Roman, Alexandrian (Ptolemaic), Silk Road, Persian, Fertile Crescent Babylonian, and 5 or 6 culture groupings called themselves “Jewish” or “Hebrew” and disagreed with each other about that status.

More than that, God had diapers. God also probably ran around half-naked urinating and defecating on the ground while adults might have looked and giggled in either embarrassment or parental joy as the child grew up. God had a neighbourhood. God had an older half-brother – and therefore probably suffered from some bullying and maybe even fights like, “Dad loved my mother more than yours.” God had grandparents who spoiled him. God had a mother who doted on him. God had a Dad who – according to one version – was not too highly respected in his community (as a man who worked with his hands). According to another version God’s dad was quite well respected and well off. God went through puberty and, I have no doubt, suffered from embarrassing erections under his robe, girls flirted with him, and his voice cracked. God had acne and, after a while, back hair.

And for all of this I love him even more, just in the writing of it.

This is the logical outcome of the Christian conclusion that in Jesus, God-actually was with us in a very specific way over and above just being a prophet. If I say – with Paul – that in Jesus the fullness of the Godhead was pleased to dwell, well then, the fullness of the Godhead liked (or didn’t like) to eat the lentils his mom cooked. The fullness of the Godhead liked (or didn’t like) to drink goat’s milk. The fullness of the Godhead liked (or didn’t like) to go to Torah school. The exact implication of “the fullness of the Godhead” is that God had a specific colour of hair, of eye, a specific tone of voice, a specific sort of body odour, and even a certain, rustic lack of bathing.

And for all of this I love him even more, just in the writing of it.

This is where Judaism and Islam – emphasising God’s transcendence – and Christianity part ways. This is where the pious pagans of the first two centuries part the ways with the Christian community. This idea of the fullness of the Godhead being pleased to dwell in a backwoods, country preacher is a scandal. It is foolishness. It is a horror for Jews or Muslims today or Jews and Romans back then to contemplate this idea: not that God dwelt with us but rather that God was “dwelling” here, in this man. Certainly all religions teach the former concept in one way or another. The latter concept is unheard of in monotheistic traditions and the incarnational idea - fully God and fully Man - is not present in any other religious tradition.

As he grew up, God stopped relieving himself on the ground and, eventually, grew to – like the rest of his culture – learn how to wipe his dirty butt with his left hand. You cannot cause that sentence to have any proper meaning in either Jewish or Muslim theology - wiping God’s but with God’s hand will make no sense. You’d have a great deal of trouble having that make sense in any theology outside of the Church, although, as I say, a lot of Christians get this wrong, too.

I was listening to a very conservative preacher and seminary professor from the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod who kept assuming that Jesus’ Divinity meant his status as “Son of God.” Jesus’ divinity is related to his status as “God the Son” which is not the same as “Son of God”. The people calling Jesus the “Son of God” in the Bible are not calling him “God the Son”. These are two very different issues.

Others seem to confuse claims of Jesus’ divinity with issues like “virgin birth”, miracles or even Resurrection. The most extreme view seems to forget that Jesus was a mortal man as well as God. These people seem to confuse a lot of perfectly normal human realities with sin: I can imagine God hitting puberty and getting erections. Even some Christians would be shocked at that idea – assuming that erections, per se, are not “natural”. Some Christians write huge swaths of theology to imagine Jesus as somehow not normal. Among these stories are some telling that he just magically appeared next to his mother rather than passing in blood and water (and pain) through the birth canal. Some Romans (including clergy) go so far as to imply that it is sin that causes such pain – and then they write the sin out of Jesus and out of his Mother – ergo there was no pain. These uber pious sorts say that to teach Mary cried out in childbirth is to deny that Jesus’ divinity.

There are Christian traditions that are quite to the contrary: One day, after visiting my upstate parish for Confirmations (he had confirmed my own sister, actually) the Episcopal Suffragan of New York, Walter Denis, gave me a ride back to NYC. I was attending NYU at the time. At one point during the two hour ride he said to me, “The Word became flesh, Anglicans wallow in it.” The traditional, incarnational theology of Anglicans cannot forget that Jesus was both, God and Man although sadly, today, they sometimes forget that he was God. I love him all the more because he had the same birth trauma. If he were born today he’d have the same red birthmarks many of us have from where the forceps pinched us.

God has a mother: Mary. Her Greek Title is “Theotokos” and her Slavonic title is “Bogoroditsa”. Her Latin title is “Dei Genetrix” and they all mean the same thing “Birthgiver of God”. It parallels “Mother of God” but it means exactly what I’ve been saying here. Mary is the person through whose birth canal (in pain, blood and water) God passed. She is called the one whose womb is “more spacious than the heavens”. Having pointed out the importance of Jesus’ divinity, Mary underscores his humanity. Nothing I say above – navels, acne, puberty, etc – is possible without his mother. And his mother is unimportant without his divinity.

In later years the Church would debate (and split) over issues raised by this idea of the “fullness of Godhead” dwelling in Jesus. They would debate how much was God, when did he know? Could he sin? Did he sin? Can God sin? Can God think of sin? Could he will to sin? Did he have two wills? Two natures? What?

All of that seems unimportant to me – although I flatter myself by saying I understand the reasons behind each choice the Church made. These later decisions seem to hyper-define the mystery of it all. It seems much more important to me that God had a navel than that Jesus had two perfect wills. It seems to me more important that God had acne than to wonder over adoptionism or whatnot.

What is most important in all this seeming scandal and theological debate is never to forget that God has done these lowly, fleshly things that we all do. These things have been done by God. Thus these are not “lowly, fleshly things” any more. From birth canal, through puberty and the horrors of middle age and death: this is the path of God. These things, from breast feeding to birthday breakfasts, from loving caresses to mourning for dead friends, from fear and doubt to triumphal joy are all tools of divine action in the world, and in our salvation – our making whole.

St John’s Gospel says, “The Word became Flesh”: God having diapers. The earliest communities came to this discussion over the Eucharist, recounting their memories of Jesus, sharing his teachings and experiencing anew his presence in the breaking of bread and in the fellowship around the table. It’s one thing to say God has become Man and overthrown the social order. It’s a second step to process out what that might imply about God having a navel. The third step in this process is summed up in this line from St. Gregory Nazianzus “That which was not assumed is not healed; but that which is united to God is saved”. (Remember, “healed” and “saved” are the same word in Greek…) Certainly: this is not in particulars. Jesus was a man – not a woman. This doesn’t mean women are not saved (although some have tried to argue it so). What it does mean is that there is nothing impure in humanity of itself. Yes, there are impurities which we pickup as we go along. But Jesus as God-Man is a sign that simply being “anthropos” is not bad. It’s good in and of itself.

This is a scandal to modern liberal theologians: because they want a God so abstract as to be shared by everyone. There can be nothing about this abstract deity that might offend anyone. The idea of a God wrapped in dirty rags and laying in a feeding trough is terribly annoying to those religions that focus on God’s transcendence. They remove Jesus-as-God from the picture but thus they also remove our salvation. Their God is awesome and fearful. Jesus-as-God knows unemployment, political oppression and family breakdown. Jesus heard gossip when his mom was washing clothes. Jesus saw people spit on each other and heard hatred spoken clearly. God’s been here. This is the path of God. Or we’re doomed. The vacuous deity of liberalism and the transcendent deity of Islam or Judaism are both incomplete, missing the ability to enter into our space and experience a day in kitchen or the bedroom. They are unable to save.

As a result of over-emphasising the transcendence, both uber-liberalism and any ultra traditionalist monotheism can tend towards the gnostic heresy of hating the body not for its sins but because it is a body. In doing so, in casting the body as “other”, many enter into a false dichotomy, splitting the physical from the spiritual and making the physical to be only bad.  And therefore strangely attractive.  Perverted, but attractive.  If you have trouble understanding this, imagine the traditional WASPy ideas about the sexuality of Blacks and Hispanics. Those things that we put down, we also make “dirty” (in a racy, libidinous way). The world is dirty. And all dirty things stick together. So we try to stay away. In an older era this meant Jazz or Rock and Roll. It’s also hip-hop and “gangsta” fashion. It’s all a race-based form of “the world is dirty but we must be pure.”  And at the same time we make fetishes of the libidos of the dirty.  Adult bookstores are filled with “interracial” sections where “the other” is brought in to dominate or be dominated, where “good white girls” are subjected to “horror” from “them”.

To deny the body is to create a culture of nihilism that insists we’re free of the body’s limits.  Piercings, body mutilations (cutting off fingers or splitting the tongue) and immodest clothing are all part of the same corruption - and eroticism - of the flesh.

To be certain, we see this exclusion problem in Christian communities too: this is why I said, above, that Christians still get this one wrong. As Father Joseph offers in a sermon I first heard him preach a decade or more ago:
The pendulum may swing otherwise. You’ve seen them: the “Orthodox Taliban.” The man grows long hair and beard, forgets how to smile. The woman covers herself from head to toe — her modesty smothers her dignity. [aka, the "ortho-burqa" - DHR] They both stop bathing. There’s no visible joy in their life. Their wrists are covered with wool knots. They eat only broccoli; tofu is reserved for feast days. They begin shopping for a home — preferably a tent or a lean-to — out in the woods, sans the burden of electricity. These things may not be harmful in and of themselves. Yet oftentimes, when Converts confuse such “asceticism” with Orthodoxy, it can have dire results.
Orthodoxy in Dixie
The all the talibans of the world - no matter what religion - make seeing an ankle out to be erotic.  It’s easy to be scandalized (and titillated) when everything needs covering up because it’s evil.  Remember St Gregory of Nazianzus: “That which was not assumed is not healed; but that which is united to God is saved”. That which is united to God… In Jesus, that is not only the “fullness of Godhead” but also the “fullness of humanity”.

Anything that is fully human – including all the things we don’t like such as body odour, farts, morning erections, monthly cycles, hormones – anything like that is assumed into the Godhead. It matters not if one is a Jew or a Gentile, a man or a woman. It matters not if one is of any “lower class” or in any way broken.

This is God with us. This is salvation.

17 December 2017

It's Better Than the Alternative

JMJ

The Readings for Sunday 3 Advent (Year B):
Gaudens gaudebo in Domino, et exsultabit anima mea in Deo meo, quia induit me vestimentis salutis, et indumento justitiæ circumdedit me, quasi sponsum decoratum corona, et quasi sponsam ornatam monilibus suis.

I will greatly rejoice in the Lord, and my soul shall be joyful in my God: for he hath clothed me with the garments of salvation: and with the robe of justice he hath covered me, as a bridegroom decked with a crown, and as a bride adorned with her jewels.

There's so much rejoicing in today's readings! It's the theme of the Sunday: Gaudete Sunday. It's why things are pink today, rather than purple, which is the new thing, actually. Let's have some geekery!

In the old days the color of penance was not purple, but rather "Lenten Array", a sort of unbleached linen or wool that may have had red and black decorations attached to it but, over all, penance was the absence of color. Lent hid all the festivities behind a wall of bland. In a culture without TV or much theatre, the High Mass on Sunday was the entertainment. Hiding the color was bad. In that Advent is a penitential season mixed with joy, the Masses of Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays in Advent were, in fact, Lenten masses. Sunday, however, was another thing entirely.

The Catholic Encyclopedia adds, "Pope Innocent III (1198-1216) states that black was the colour to be used during Advent, but violet had already come into use for this season at the end of the thirteenth century. Binterim says that there was also a law that pictures should be covered during Advent. Flowers and relics of Saints are not to be placed on the altars during the Office and Masses of this time, except on the third Sunday; and the same prohibition and exception exist in regard to the use of the organ."

The Sundays of Advent were colored differently in different places: In England, for example, they are blue. This is the Sarum usage and may reflect Sarum's link with the East where, as in Sarum, this is the color of Marian feasts.
But Rome and Sarum both have this Sunday as Pink - or a richer purple. It is common today to refer to a color called "rose" which seems a species of preciousness and even homophobia rising from our very modern idea that "pink is for girls." Rose is a shade of pink, ergo the vestments are pink.

Keeping it in the pink is a colloquialism for healthy. On Caucasians, at least, it's better than having no color at all, and not quite the purple of a bruise, or the red of exhaustion. It's the pink of healthy.

Health - as we are remembering now - is not just a matter of a well-oiled machine working as planned. We are not healthy at all when we are dis-eased by anything in our life. And, since I am a walking Essay on Anxiety, I get it. The constant battering of emotions, the stirring pains of what if, the shock and horror of "they saw me." I hardly get through a day without realizing that someone hates me and wants to fire me. Most days I'm happy to get home, to see my cat and to hide. I am, in fact, hiding now. This week has been overwhelming and the inability to get my writing done in a timely fashion (this essay is late) has resulted in a slow down-spiral of, if you will, emotional debt. I feel like the person in the well, digging deeper in an effort to get out.

I am not in the pink. And then there are today's readings.

Isaiah says "induit me vestimentis salutis, et indumento justitiæ circumdedit me" speaking of garments of salvation and a robe of justice. The reading is reminiscent of both Our Lord, in his moment of self-revelation in the Nazareth Synagogue, and also of Our Lady's Magnificat. Like mother, like Son! And yet it is a reminder that we, too, are so clothed. We, too, are so wrapped. So we, too, should be joyful in God and sing his praise.

In his first Epistle to the Thessalonians (5:16-18), St Paul opens out this mystery by a tripartite command:
Semper gaudete.
Sine intermissione orate.
In omnibus gratias agite.

The Latin obscures it a little, but the Greek is clear as day: ἐν παντὶ εὐχαριστεῖτε. en panti eucharisteite. In all things, do Eucharist. It's a command: Present, Imperative, Active. Do this thing now (and it's always now). Yes, I know, it say "Make thanksgiving" but we're Catholics. En Panti Eucharisteite means just what it says, In all things celebrate Eucharist. The commands make sense now, really, "Always rejoice, never stop praying, and make everything into Eucharist."

I thought of this Friday, walking to work in a funk. And I pulled out the Akathist, Glory to God for All Things, to sing my way around it. (It kinda worked.)

The thing is we are to make thanksgiving for all things.

Think about that. En Panti. All things.

How many things in your day today, have been worthy of Thanking God? How many did you remember to do so for? We are to thank God for everything. The hymn was written in a marxist gulag.
When the lightning flash has lit up the camp dining hall, how feeble seems the light from the lamp. Thus dost Thou, like the lightning, unexpectedly light up my heart with flashes of intense joy. After Thy blinding light, how drab, how colourless, how illusory all else seems. My souls clings to Thee.
We are to give thanks for everything. St Nikolai of Zica even blesses God for his enemies.
They have tormented me, whenever I have tried to flee torments.
They have scolded me, whenever I have flattered myself.
They have spat upon me, whenever I have filled myself with arrogance.
Bless my enemies, O Lord, Even I bless them and do not curse them.
Whenever I have made myself wise, they have called me foolish.
Whenever I have made myself mighty, they have mocked me as though I were a dwarf.
Whenever I have wanted to lead people, they have shoved me into the background.
I've only just gotten around to figuring out how to bless God for the layoffs two years ago next month. How different would this all have been if I had been able to say Thank You in that moment of time instead of running in fear as I did?

We must learn faith. For no matter how chaotic it is, no matter how painful it is, no matter what level of suck we reach, this is all for our salvation, if we will but give thanks, make Eucharist in all things.
The dark storm clouds of life bring no terror to those in whose hearts Thy fire is burning brightly. Outside is the darkness of the whirlwind, the terror and howling of the storm, but in the heart, in the presence of Christ, there is light and peace, silence: Alleluia!
Yes, I know there are drugs that help us function in spite of Anxiety. But that only schools us in taking drugs. What are we to learn in giving thanks for even the fear that cripples us sometime?

Christ has walked this road before us, crippled with fear in the garden, and sweating drops of blood. The pains of this world have become the healing salve that will bring us home. The world is the same, the map is the same, the wiring has been undone, the code has been hacked: the outcome is different.

In good and bad, thanksgiving.
In joy and pain, thanksgiving.
In sorrow and bliss, thanksgiving.
In loss and gain, thanksgiving.
This world, this pain, this loss, this fear: this is our salvation.
Rise up on the wings of grace.
Always rejoice.
Pray without ceasing,
And make Eucharist always.

That way you'll keep it in the pink.



14 December 2017

I know I am, but what are You?

JMJ

The Readings for Thursday 2 Advent (Year 2):
Memorial of Saint John of the Cross, Priest and Doctor of the Church

Egeni et pauperes quærunt aquas, et non sunt; lingua eorum siti aruit. Ego Dominus exaudiam eos, Deus Israël, non derelinquam eos.
The needy and the poor seek for waters, and there are none: their tongue hath been dry with thirst. I the Lord will hear them, I the God of Israel will not forsake them.

I learned yesterday that the San Francisco SPCA, in addition to rescuing hundreds of animals and finding them good homes, has decided to use its charitable donations to purchase robots to roam its parking areas at night to keep the homeless out. The City has decided to fine them $1,000 a day for letting the robot roam about on public sidewalks and streets. Their parking areas are several sections of street parking: not private at all. And, at night, the area is quite deserted. The homeless encamp here now that The City does the massive sweeps to disturb all the tent cities that are about. The homeless logically get to a deserted area and encamp.

And so many of my fellow citizens are scared of the poor who might, you know, need place to sleep. So, logically, a place that cares for animals cannot be a place that cares for humans.

One of the most apocalyptic things in scripture is God's love for the poor. God uses "the poor" as a sign for his chosen people as if to say, "I chose Israel, yes, but all these poor folks are Israel, even if they are not Jewish. God's concern, God's preferential option for the poor, is part of his woundedness over sin. Sin is our blight, and all our evils arise from it. But God is wounded because of it.

The thing that is most evil is the thing in us that allows us to hoard the resources God gave us to steward. Instead of saying "look, here's some stuff God gave to humans" we say, "look, here's my stuff." And we've essentially built a culture that says, "if you don't have the right stuff, you're not really people."

Into this, God says, "The poor... This sucks. I'm going to fix this."

When God says, at the top of the reading, 

I will make of you a threshing sledge,
sharp, new, and double-edged,
To thresh the mountains and crush them,
to make the hills like chaff.
When you winnow them, the wind shall carry them off
and the storm shall scatter them.
But you shall rejoice in the LORD,
and glory in the Holy One of Israel.

That's terrifying. When God says, "yeah, the poor need something..." he means "I'll let them tear it all down to get it." We are the mountains, we are the hills. We - in the first world - are doomed.

Unless we give it to them ourselves, freely, and in love.

We have no one who speaks for the poor. The American left wants to sterilize them. The American right wants to radicalize them and use them for political fodder. Both sides what them to shop, enslave themselves to fatty foods and credit cards, and play the fool in political actions. And we like them divided by color. We want them to think that some poor people are better off than others, even while we keep them all down. 

The poor are scrambling just now, and when God takes them from being a worm to being a threshing sledge, we are going to be so messed up. But it is a sign now, that we are so messed up, that we buy robots to deal with them rather than deal with them face to face. We will take charitable donations and buy robots to deal with the poor, rather than using that same charity to hire the poor to work with animals. 

I've never been homeless. I tend to feel poor most of the time, but that's only because I don't get paid enough to live like someone who codes for a living. But, to paraphrase my boss in the 80s, "I don't care: when the revolution comes your ass is rich."  She said white. But rich is also true - as it will be for her as well. If you're reading this on a cell phone that wasn't given to you free at some booth on a street corner, you're rich. If you own the computer you're reading this on, you're rich. The thing about poverty is there's always someone with less money. Even at $0 I am also debt free.

So: what are we going to do this Advent about the poor?