tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-142619522024-03-14T02:15:08.266-04:00Faith and TheologyBen Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comBlogger2553125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-22107055262350519932019-09-23T23:48:00.001-04:002019-09-23T23:48:39.196-04:00Aquinas on emotion, pt. 2 (ST 2.23)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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In a previous post I began a commentary on Aquinas' understanding of emotion (or "the passions") as it is laid out in the <i>Summa theologica</i>. In <a href="https://www.faith-theology.com/2019/09/aquinas-on-emotion-pt-1-222.html">that reflection (on ST 2.22)</a>, the focus was on the nature of the soul's passivity in its appetitive part, a feature that inheres in the soul by virtue of the fact that it exists in potentiality rather than actuality. The soul's appetite is drawn toward its own perfection but is limited by the objects presented to it by the objects of sense as managed (or mismanaged) by the soul's intellectual powers. Having laid this foundation, in ST 2.23 Aquinas turns to a taxonomy of the passions in the soul.<br />
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The first point Aquinas makes here is to remind the reader of a distinction made earlier in the <i>Summa </i>(cf. ST 1.81.2) within the appetitive part of the soul--a distinction of the concupiscible and the irascible. The former is the soul's simple disposition to pursue pleasure and avoid pain, while the latter is the soul's more complex power to resist things that are either obstacles to pleasure or that will cause pain. The concupiscible power of the passions would make sense without the existence of the irascible power, but not vice versa. The irascible power is essential to the soul, however, because it is the ability of one passion to overrule another. To make a trite illustration: the irascible passion of the fear of becoming obese (and thus having a heart attack leading to premature death) can, at least in theory, overrule the concupiscent passion of joy I have in the consumption of ice cream. Lying beneath the irascible passion, then, is a deeper awareness of the soul's long range pursuit of the good.<br />
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The complexity of the irascible passions is illuminated further by consideration of the fact that these passions are not always definable by the mutually exclusive oppositions of pleasure and pain, good or evil, as are the concupiscible passions. For instance, the soul might actually be drawn toward some difficulty because it regards it as relating to, or causing, some good. This is the passion of "daring". At the same time, the soul might also consider the very same difficult object as an evil, something to be shunned because of its potential for harm. This is the passion of "fear". By contrast, the concupiscent passions regard a single object as either "good" or "evil". While Aquinas does not say it this way explicitly, it seems that the concupiscible power is oriented toward a single object in a single moment while the irascible power derives from the past and extends into the future, and thus relates to multiple objects at once.<br />
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While it may seem that every passion, concupiscible or irascible, has its contrary, there is one very notable exception. There is nothing that can be said to be a contrary to the passion of anger. Anger is caused in the soul by a difficult evil that is already present and so cannot be avoided. In such situations, the soul must either succumb to this evil and experience sorrow, or the soul must attack the evil in anger. By contrast, if there is a (presumably ultimate) good present and obtained, the irascible passion ceases to move toward or away at all, and the soul can rest in the concupiscent satisfaction of the good.<br />
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The outstanding question for Aquinas in this section is whether there can be distinct passions in the soul that are complementary, and not contrary, to one another. He answers in the affirmative, due to three distinct motions that an object elicits from the soul: attraction, movement, and consummation. Thus the same perceived good may elicit the complementary concupiscible passions of (a) love, (b) desire, and (c) delight, while a perceived evil may elicit (d) hatred, (e) aversion, and (f) sorrow. In the realm of the irascible passions, there is orientation toward the difficulty as a good in (a') hope, (b') daring, and (c') [cessation of irascibility], and the orientation toward the difficulty as an evil (d') despair, (e') fear, and (f') anger.<br />
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It should be evident how within this schema how misfires may occur at the level of the concupiscible passions. The soul might be attracted in love toward something that is not, in fact, good. The soul would then move toward this object in desire. However, upon obtaining the good, the soul would discover itself to be in sorrow rather than delight. Of course, the reverse error might be the case: the soul might perceive some good as an evil, shun it, not achieve the object of delight, and thus find itself in sorrow. In both cases the error is due to a misapprehension of the good. Interestingly, what is not at all possible is for the soul to stumble into delight. If it does not perceive the good as a good it cannot progress toward it. If it perceives something evil as good it cannot help but pursue it.<br />
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Even the irascible passions appear to be no match for a misapprehension of the good. If the soul's response to difficulty is always to treat it only under the aspect of evil, then it will be in despair and fear, and its end will always be anger. At the same time, there is yet another interesting feature emerging in this section of Aquinas' account of the passions: it does not appear to be at all possible for the irascible passions of hope and daring to go wrong. Because evil is parasitic on the good and must ultimately pass away, the soul must learn to consider every evil within the context of what is real--the ultimate good. The soul's concupiscible passion(s) of love and its irascible passion(s) of hope must be trained by faith's contemplation of God.Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-239522966810715032019-09-20T23:53:00.002-04:002019-09-21T00:18:43.233-04:00Aquinas on emotion, pt. 1 (ST 2.22)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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The account of the emotions (or passions) serves an important role in the anthropology of Thomas Aquinas' <i>Summa theologica</i>, being situated between the treatment of human will and agency on the one hand (2.8-21), and the treatise on virtues on the other (2.49-89). These discussions all unfold, of course, under the heading of the human person's <i>telos, </i>which is eternal happiness in the vision of the divine essence (cf. 2.1-7). This, true happiness, is obtained through the turning of the self toward the one Object that will finally satisfy. For this reason Aquinas must consider the self in terms both of its rational intentionality and of its desire, or appetite, before finally considering the proper interrelation of the two in the formation of the virtues.<br />
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In the coming weeks I will isolate, and attempt a brief commentary on, Aquinas' account of the soul's appetitive faculty--the passions (2.22-48). Today I start with <i>Summa theologica </i>2.22.<br />
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Aquinas sees the soul as being "passive" in three ways. The soul is passive in its general receptivity. It is passive in its ability for change that occurs through its innate receptivity; the soul can be moved. Most directly, it is passive in that the soul's change moves it from a better state to a worse state. It is in this final sense, especially, that we are to understand the soul's passions. The soul, while theoretically incorruptible in itself, is passionate because of it being part of a soul-body composite that is subject to time and decay.<br />
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The reason that the soul's passions are said to be <i>affective </i>and moved, rather than apprehensive and active, is because of the fact that this faculty of desire is malleable, full of unrealized goals--"drawn to that which belongs to the agent" (2.21.2). In other words, the human soul belongs to "defect" rather than to "perfection", which is to say that it is in potentiality rather than in actuality, and therefore is driven forward to its perfection in the first principle with an intensity. It is internally moved toward its own realization or perfection and thus is, we might say, a form of involuntary yearning--a sort of passive activity, a type of suffering that originates from within.<br />
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Quoting St. John of Damascus, Aquinas says that "passion is a movement of the irrational soul, when we think of good or evil". This yearning faculty of desire that is passion is moved by the objects presented to it by the means of the senses, the "corporeal organs", whose foci are themselves managed by the intellect. The passions are therefore beholden to the objects and manner of the intellect's contemplation. The proper function of the passions, then, is that they "suffer Divine things" (Dionysius), meaning that the Object(s) to which they are united are God and all things in God. Yet, by themselves, they are corruptible, and can lead the soul to become attached to things in a wrong manner.<br />
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In sum, the passions or emotions represent the soul's inherent incompleteness, and thus need of perfection. The soul is not merely passive and irrational it is also, by virtue of the intellect (or will), active and rational. The human soul is thus a composite of receptivity and activity, a potentiality in motion toward actuality. This creates a stark contrast with God, who is simple and entirely actual, and who thus has no passions or emotions. One might say it this way: when God loves his love is never general, corruptible, or intense. He already knows what he loves, loves it perfectly, and possesses the object of his love--namely, Himself.Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-377187030705754332019-09-19T00:01:00.004-04:002019-09-19T00:07:25.287-04:00The Suffering of Love<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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There is something uniquely eternal about love. After all: "and now faith, hope, and love abide, these three; and the greatest of these is love" (1 Cor 13:13), and "God is love" (1 Jn 4:8). Love, unlike faith and hope, is uniquely conceivable without a temporal dimension. Love cares for what has come to be--what is--and not for the formless possibility of what might be in the future. This is why love is tortured by time, which continually threatens the objects in which it rests. Only love can, and must, suffer, while faith and hope do not.<br />
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Human agency is the agency of love, the operation of this most divine longing. Yet the opportunities for the action of love are too often inaccessible to us. The more aware we are of the world, the more love is awakened within us and the more incompetent we find ourselves to be in uniting with the loveliness within objects. There is literally not enough time for our love. We have not the skills needed to enact it. When we seem to have succeeded in some small measure, it is at the painful cost of neglecting some other loveliness. The byproduct of love in the midst of temporality is always grief and regret.</div>
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To be temporal is to suffer, not because time is evil but because there is something timeless at the core of our being: "he has placed eternity in their hearts" (Ecc 3:11). This is why the physical ailments we term "suffering" are so insufferable: because they eat away at the already-too-little time and energy we have for love. And perhaps this explains the most suffocating forms of depression: an oppressive sense of dread as our fallen and finite capacities encounter a world of infinite loveliness. Whether diagnosable or not, species of these sufferings are the inevitable price of a life that is lived in a temporal world that is "charged with the grandeur of God". </div>
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The ultimate realization of temporal suffering is the final loss of agency in death, for there the possibility of love is at an end. Death thus makes the task of love infinitely more urgent, but at the same time it renders love's meaning questionable in the extreme."The afterlife," conceived simplistically as an indefinite continuation of this form of temporal existence, would only exacerbate this problem. Love would never find its home. Its sense of loss would mount infinitely with the coming into being and passing away of the objects (and moments) of love. In light of this perplexing antinomy, we must conclude that death itself is some form of mercy, precisely because it is the necessary presupposition of the possibility of some other, better, form of love's existence. </div>
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"Unless a grain of wheat falls into the earth and dies, it remains just a single grain; but if it dies, it bears much fruit" (Jn 12:24). The scriptures speak of death neither as love's total cessation, nor as an intrusive but ultimately temporary obstacle in love's infinite march forward. No, death is somehow the doorway to love's home. One dies in order to live in a new mode, one in which all of love's objects, one's own and those of others, are present to one all at once with their true depth of loveliness, its Source, now apparent. No longer must one object and its loveliness give way to another in a cruel zero-sum game; now all serve as factors in a multiplication whose product is innumerable. This is the hope of resurrection, and this is why love must take up its cross and suffer. </div>
Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-49790915645145970212019-07-31T02:05:00.000-04:002019-07-31T02:06:51.531-04:00A little guide to 'Cur Deus homo?'<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Anselm's "satisfaction theory of the atonement" is much maligned, often by those who, in my opinion, are dealing with a caricature of what Anselm actually advances in his eleventh-century work <i>Cur Deus homo? </i>His model often gets lumped in with penal substitutionary accounts of the atonement, despite the fact that Anselm goes out of his way to argue that the death of Christ is not an instance of God forcing an innocent person to die for the wicked. Also, Anselm's account is primarily ontological, and only distantly and secondarily juridical.<br />
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It's sometimes said that the concept of "honor" with which Anselm works is rooted in medieval feudalism and that, outside this context, this model of the atonement therefore falls apart. It's important to note that, when Anselm talks of the honor God is due, he is talking about the worship that the creature owes the Creator.<br />
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Anyways, if you're going to reject or critique Anselm's account, even in passing, you should at least have an accurate view of what he argues, and understand him on his own terms. So, in what follows I take a quick stab at laying out his argument for you, with references to the pertinent sections of the two books. I've skipped over some things (e.g., the discussion of why the number of fallen humanity couldn't be restored by angels), and I've left out any biblical references. This is designed to function as a rough-and-ready guide for you to read <i>Cur Deus homo? </i>for yourself.<br />
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Without further ado, here's my synthetic outline of <i>Cur Deus homo</i>?<br />
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A. The redeemer must be a divine person (1.5)<br />
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<li>The one by whom humanity is redeemed is owed worship and service.</li>
<li>Humanity is not to worship and serve anything other than God.</li>
<li>Therefore, the one who redeems humanity must be God.</li>
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B. The redemption through this divine person cannot be externally compelled. (1.6-1.7)</div>
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<li>If God is compelled to redemption by, e.g., the devil's power over human beings, then he is not omnipotent.</li>
<li>But God is omnipotent, and all things are in the power of his will.</li>
<li>Therefore, redemption must be compelled by God's will alone. </li>
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C. The mode of this redemption (i.e., the incarnation of Christ the Son) must be necessary, consequent upon the wisdom of the divine will. (1.6-1.7)</div>
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<li>God is supremely wise, which means he doesn't do anything unnecessarily.</li>
<li>God willed to redeem humankind through the incarnation of his Son. </li>
<li>Therefore, the incarnation of God's Son must be necessary for redemption.</li>
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D. The mode of this redemption (i.e., the incarnation of Christ the Son) must be voluntary, consequent upon the justice of the divine will (1.8)</div>
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<li>God is just, which means he does not force the innocent to bear the sins of the guilty.</li>
<li>Redemption came about through the incarnation of Christ the Son.</li>
<li>Therefore, the incarnation of Christ the Son is not a case of the innocent being forced to bear the sins of the guilty. </li>
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E. The incarnation of Christ the Son achieved redemption, not through obedience to a command to die, but through obedience to a command to live as a righteous human being. (1.9-1.10)</div>
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<li>What God commanded Christ the Son was what he commands of humankind generally: to live a righteous life of worship (or honor) of God. </li>
<li>This was the command that Christ the Son obeyed, and it was for obedience to this command that sinful humanity killed him.</li>
<li>Therefore, Christ the Son's death is only secondarily related to redemption, consequent upon the state of those he came to redeem. </li>
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F. Humanity must be redeemed from humanity's own inability to render to God the positive obedience and worship--"honor"--he is due. (1.11-12)</div>
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<li>What is owed God is the "honor" he is due as Creator, that is, total and complete worship.</li>
<li>There is nothing greater than this that can be given to God in exchange for failure in this regard.</li>
<li>Therefore, this requirement of total honor must be satisfied by humanity. </li>
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G. The necessity of punishment for failure to honor God is consequent upon the perfection of the divine nature. (1.13-15)</div>
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<li>God's honor is incorruptible and unalterable, and every creature owes God this honor by virtue of its being related to him as Creator. </li>
<li>The presence in God's creation of dishonor is an ontological challenge to God's very nature. </li>
<li>Therefore, on the pain of compromising the perfection of the divine nature (impossible), God must punish sin. </li>
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H. The punishment due for sin is proportional to the honor not given to God. (1.19-24) </div>
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<li>The honor that God is due, by virtue of his nature, is infinite and total. </li>
<li>The punishment given for failure in this regard must be proportional to this failure.</li>
<li>Therefore, the punishment humanity incurs necessarily (on pain of God forfeiting his nature, which is impossible) is infinite and total. </li>
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I. Only Jesus Christ as the divine-human mediator can render to God the positive honor he is due, and also bear the negative consequences of humanity's failure to honor God. (1.25)</div>
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<li>To offer the honor God is due, he must be fully human. (2.6)</li>
<li>To overcome the infinite punishment humanity has incurred, he must enter into it as one whose infinite nature can overcome even this. He must be God, who is greater than all things. (2.7, 14-15)</li>
<li>Therefore, he must be both human and God, with these two natures neither mixed together, nor separated, but united hypostatically, in one person. (2.8-9)</li>
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J. It is necessary for God to become man in just this way, contingent on God's will to create. (2.4-5)</div>
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<li>God is omnipotent and his purposes cannot be frustrated. </li>
<li>God wills to create a humanity that honors him and attains blessedness.</li>
<li>Therefore, God must necessarily become incarnate and redeem humanity when it falls. </li>
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What follows from all of this is that redemption, while it is achieved by Christ, is entered into only through being joined to Christ through the Spirit. Participation in Christ as the one who obeys and the one who undoes the consequences of sin ("punishment") is indispensable.</div>
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When it's all said and done, Anselm's interlocutor in this work, Boso, concludes of this model of the atonement: "There can be nothing more logical, nothing sweeter, nothing more desirable that the world can hear. I indeed derive such confidence from this that I cannot now express in words with what joy my heart is rejoicing" (2.19). You may not come to the same conclusion, but I hope at least you'll achieve a more accurate understanding of this great text.</div>
Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-4133031336722210952019-07-21T00:23:00.000-04:002019-07-21T05:27:34.293-04:00Rémi Brague, Curing Mad Truths: Medieval Wisdom for the Modern Age<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I imagine that many readers are familiar already with the French historian and philosopher <a href="https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/R%C3%A9mi_Brague">Rémi Brague</a>. My first encounter with him is via his latest book, <a href="https://www.amazon.com/Curing-Mad-Truths-Medieval-Catholic/dp/0268105693/ref=sr_1_1?crid=C8FA7AEEOHCT&keywords=curing+mad+truths+medieval+wisdom+for+the+modern+age&qid=1563682819&s=gateway&sprefix=curing+mad+t%2Caps%2C132&sr=8-1"><i>Curing Mad Truths: Medieval Wisdom for a Modern Age </i>(University of Notre Dame Press, 2019)</a><i>. </i>It's a stitched-together collection of nine papers that Brague has given to English-speaking audiences in recent years. But that's not to say this little book doesn't put forward a coherent argument.<br />
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Brague is a conservative in the deepest sense of the word. He is concerned with the conservation of humanity itself, which he takes to be under assault in the modern West. Exhibiting his wit (not to mention his obsession with etymologies and his mastery of the English language) he commits a "deliberate spoonerism" and argues that the civilization-saving conservatism we need is essentially a commitment to <i>conversation</i>--conversation both with the human past and with nature itself.<br />
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Modernity is, according to Brague, a type of barbarism, defined as a "refusal to communicate". Modernity refuses to communicate with the past or with nature by way of its mythical conception of self-determination, which denies continuity with what came before and which promises a future of humanly achieved progress. The driver of this barbarism is modernity's methodological atheism which, while it allows for the description and even exploitation of the world, can offer no compelling reason why it is good for human beings to exist and to keep existing. Thus, the assertion of human autonomy inevitably results in a type of deep existential malaise. Reason itself must be seen as a product of irrational forces. Rather than grounds for meaningful action, there are merely deterministic causes.<br />
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The central move to treat modernity's condition must be a recovery of the notion of the Good in the Platonic rather than Aristotelian sense. If we are to have a reason to live, we must understand the Good not merely as something we do, but rather as the necessary ontological ground of all that exists. Brague argues that the necessity of the Good is implied in the modern (Kantian) concept of ethics as rational action (ie, action rooted in the Being of the subject), and evil as an irrational perversion of this freedom. This is a roundabout confirmation of, not only the Platonic vision, but the biblical creation story, both of which state that the Good is given to us with Being and must therefore be received as gift.<br />
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Recovering the necessity of the Good requires a return to a cosmological view of nature--the belief that the universe not only can be described in its present state or understood in terms of the mechanisms of how it came to be what it is, but rather that it is inherently meaningful and intelligible. The <i>cosmos </i>must be seen in terms of <i>logos--</i>communicating goodness to us. Humanity is not a stranger to this good nature (or "creation"), but rather at home in it, part of it. Within this good creation human freedom must be conceived as the freedom to manifest what we are as given by, in, and with nature, and not in some sort of rebellion against it. Freedom is responsive human communication with the goodness of nature. Culture is the byproduct of this communication, a cultic overflowing of praise to God (whether we realize it or not). This means, Brague says, that Christianity, if it is the true religion, is not itself a culture. Instead, it exists as a conserving conversation with every culture.<br />
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The necessity of the Good, and the attendant recovery of premodern notions of nature, freedom, and culture, Brague contends, should lead to a reintegration of both the ancient pagan virtues and the biblical commandments. Virtues are habits that allow us to "do good", to act in accordance with the nature of things. The biblical commandments of the God who says of creation "it is good" are never antithetical to this, but rather must always be species of the mandate to "Be what you are!' This rediscovery and reintegration of virtues and commandments can only take place in the family. The modern state and the modern market militate against the family. The former consistently reduces people to atomistic individuals, whereas the latter trains them as individuals who think of everything as a commodity. But the family is essential for society. The biological bond between parents and children, and the unconditional love that go with it, communicate the givenness and goodness of one's being. The family, or those things founded on the notion of family (like monarchies or the church), are the only institutions that can care about "the very long run". Only they can have a deep sense of responsibility to, and gratitude for, the past, and an existential concern for the future.<br />
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Brague's <i>Curing Mad Truths</i> is a radical assault on many of the things taken for granted in modern liberal societies. Nevertheless, as a "conservative" (read: conserving through conversating) project, it does not advocate some impossible return to the past. It calls us to reconnect the branches of truth upon which modernity sits to the metaphysical trunk from which they have been severed. It's a provocative, convincing, and accessible little book (only 115pp., notes and index excluded) by an important scholar, and it deserves wide attention.Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-50849184501591255152019-07-18T23:51:00.000-04:002019-07-18T23:51:40.214-04:00Faith & Theology is open again<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I have had a long and rather intimate relationship with Ben Myers. For example: I have lived in his house, slept in his bed, mowed his lawn (or not), driven his car, drank his whisky, and helped raise his dog. In light of all this, I suppose it's not entirely unsurprising that I'm now taking over his blog.<br />
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It's not that there was ever anything untoward between Ben and me. It's just that he's one of the most generous people around. I first encountered Ben, not by reading <i>Faith & Theology</i>, but when he read and commented on something I had written online when I was still an undergraduate in California. Then I started to follow him here and on social media, enjoying the open-handed verve with which he pursued theological learning. I noticed that Ben's engagement with texts and ideas was always top-notch, but also that everyone was welcome at his table.<br />
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Several years later I started looking into Ph.D. programs in theology. I had my heart set on a big name school in either the U.S. or the U.K. The only thing was, I had no viable way to pay for one of these programs. Desperate, I started praying that Providence would make a way for me. During this period I reached out to Ben Myers on a whim, just to ask if he supervised Ph.D. research. The very next day, we spoke on Skype. Within months I was applying for a doctoral program at Charles Sturt University in Australia. Not only was I accepted, but Ben worked his charm and secured a full tuition waiver for this foreign student.<br />
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I arrived in Australia in 2012 when Ben and his family were on sabbatical in Germany. My wife and I spent our first couple of months living in Ben's home and caring for his legendary dog, Kola (R.I.P.). For the next several years Ben's generosity continued. He shared his life with me, taught me how to write, allowed me to teach alongside him, and saw me through to the end of my Ph.D. thesis in 2017. For my wife and me Ben's help was the key that opened the door to one of the most meaningful periods of our lives. We made many friends, we became Australian citizens, and we found our ecclesial home in the Anglican church. Perhaps most importantly, in emulation of Ben we acquired a goofy black Labrador Retriever.<br />
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I now live in Washington, D.C. where I minister at a church on Capitol Hill. I love my life here, but I've come to miss the rich theological community Ben creates around him wherever he goes. I want to find my way back into what I saw with Ben by going forward in my own way. Because of this I recently tweeted that I was thinking of starting a blog. Within hours I had a predictably generous message from Ben, offering me <i>Faith & Theology</i>. Everything came full circle today when I once again met with Ben through Skype and he handed me the reins. Like Elisha to Elijah, I requested from Ben a double portion of his spirit. He said that, unfortunately, he had given away .6 of his spirit, and therefore that he could give me only a 1.4 portion.<br />
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<i>Faith & Theology </i>is open again. Stay tuned for posts on theology, philosophy, and culture, as well as reflections on scripture and book reviews. I can't fill Ben's shoes. I know this to be true because I've actually worn them before and they don't fit me.Matt Wilcoxenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03797883187986490136noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-49022322201943551192018-08-29T23:17:00.000-04:002018-08-29T23:17:12.084-04:00Faith & Theology is closed<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Fourteen years and 2600 posts later, this blog is now closed. It's been a lot of fun. But I don't quite have the heart to keep the blog going after the death of Kim Fabricius. I won't delete the site, but there will be no further posts. Feel free to browse the archives – and thanks to all our loyal readers over the years.Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-25629523214263241482018-07-04T18:21:00.000-04:002018-07-04T18:23:52.315-04:00Kim’s last doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i><b>by <a href="http://www.faith-theology.com/2018/07/rip-kim-fabricius-1948-2018.html">Kim Fabricius</a>, 1948-2018</b></i><br />
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<i>Kim’s family sent me through his final batch of doodlings, posted posthumously here.</i> (<i>Kim, your last doodling is incorrect. But I won</i><i><i>’</i>t hold it against you.)</i><br />
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Two keys to self-knowledge: acknowledging that you are ashamed of yourself, and being able to make fun of yourself.<br />
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The superficial explanation for why some people don’t like tragedy is
that it’s depressing; the deeper reason is that in tragedy there is no
one to blame.<br />
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Most people couldn’t care less about why bad things happen to good
people, they are only concerned with why bad things happen to <i>me</i>. Like Job, they think they’re the centre of the universe: theodicy reduced to cosmic egotism.<br />
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Title for a book on the doctrine of election in Calvin and Barth: <i>Will and Grace</i>.<br />
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The term “speaking in tongues” always makes me smile: it’s the irrepressible suggestion of oral sex. <br />
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The root of all misogyny (Girardianly speaking) is boys showing off.<br />
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“Don’t tell lies.” But the most insidious mendacity is mute.<br />
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Bible verse on a plaque in the birthing unit of a maternity ward: “Jesus
said, ‘Come to me all you who labour and are heavy laden, and I will
give you an epidural.”<br />
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In Solzhenitsyn’s <i>Cancer Ward</i>, the sage and shrewd Dr Oreshchenkov observes that “it’s the truest of all tests for a doctor to suffer from the disease he specializes in.” So too for the clergy. A self-righteous minister is bad, a righteous minister worse.<br />
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Evangelical Americans: so understandably concerned about whether an unborn child has feelings, so indefensibly indifferent that a grown-up child – their president – doesn’t.<br />
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Combining funny-peculiar and funny-ha-ha, the Church of England seems to think that the <i>Divine Comedy</i> is a Punch and Judy pantomime.<br />
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Augustine is said to have remarked, “The Church is a whore, but she’s my mother.” Well, better a whore than a harridan.<br />
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On Luke 10:25-37: In order to be a good Samaritan, one must first become
a half-dead Jew: lest you succumb to pride, he is your focal
identification. <br />
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“The widow? Easy pussy – go for it. The orphan? Little shits of color – normalize motherlessness (Herod, btw, was a classy guy, smart, tough). And the stranger? Keep the vermin out; otherwise, concentration camps.” —Trump’s exegesis of Exodus 22:22-24 and Deuteronomy 10:18.<br />
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“Make America Great Again.” Again? Better make America British again. <br />
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Having an American accent abroad during Trump’s Reign of Terror is like having a tattoo you had done when you were young and stupid but is now impossible to remove. The best you can do is to cover it up, e.g., by insisting, “No, I’m a Canadian.”<br />
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When <i>The Complete Tweets of Donald Trump</i> is published, in what section of American bookstores should it squat? Juvenile Fiction? Fantasy? Women’s Studies? Performing Arts? For cultural accuracy, I’d go for “Christianity.”<br />
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Death kills, but not for the hell of it. No, for death omnicide is an anti-ontological vocation: <i>Deleo, ergo sum.</i><br />
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Since Cain slew Abel, you could call every homicide a copycat crime.<br />
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<i>Christus solus</i>, ergo Islamophilia.<br />
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My default facial expression in coffee houses has become the Smirk.
Observing the washed having a flat white as a side with their iPhones –
uninvited it floods my features. It’s only a matter of time (you’ll be
pleased to know) before someone punches me in the face. <br />
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One of the pathologies of senescence is verbosity. You can still take off and cruise, but you can’t land the damn plane. You even forget that you are in the air – until you run out of fuel and crash.<br />
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“What do people think of me?” The question is both begged and vain: very few people bother to think about me at all. Why would they?Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-38937879759398500572018-07-01T16:30:00.000-04:002018-07-01T19:32:17.755-04:00RIP Kim Fabricius, 1948-2018My friend Kim Fabricius has died. On the weekend I received an email from his family. He was at his local coffee shop when he died, suddenly and unexpectedly. I didn’t realise a person like that could die. I had assumed that a light as bright as Kim’s would never go out. <br />
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He used to sit at that coffee shop scribbling his prolific “doodlings” – jokes and aphorisms and insults – on the paper napkins, before sending them to me.<br />
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We became friends 12 years ago when Kim started writing with me on the Faith & Theology blog. I loved the guy. He was so funny, so sharp, so widely read, so cultured in an utterly irreverent and self-deprecating way, so over-the-top, so New York. He got his Christianity straight from Karl Barth and Dostoevsky and the Book of Job, which might explain why he didn’t have much patience for cultural Christianity or the platitudes of a feel-good therapeutic faith.<br />
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He had become a Christian while reading Karl Barth’s commentary on Romans: at the start of the book he was an unbeliever, and by the end of it he had decided to become a minister of the gospel. (Later, when he had a son, he named him Karl.)<br />
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Kim spent a long ministry in a little Reformed congregation in Swansea in the south of Wales. He was a pastor to those people, as you’ll know if you have read any of the innumerable sermons, hymns, and liturgies that he made available online. Not to mention his seemingly endless supply of down-to-earth wisdom about the ministry: “When I prepare couples for marriage and come to the vow ‘till death us do part’, I always tell them to cheer up – it could be longer.” Or this: “It may be easier to negotiate with a terrorist than with a church organist, but it is easier to negotiate with a church organist than with a cat.” Or this: “A minister is something of a jack-of-all-trades – without the skills.”<br />
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In some ways Kim was a pastor to me too. We wrote to each other hundreds (or was it thousands?) of times. When I suffered personal griefs and defeats, I would turn to him for counsel. He was a pastoral realist, he liked to face things squarely just as they are, and there was great understanding and great kindness in the way he could talk to you about the challenges of living with ordinary human brokenness. He was one of those people who makes you wonder if there might be a point to having Christian ministers around after all.<br />
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Kim was a person with few illusions and much love. “What’s the difference between optimism and hope?” he once asked, and answered: “Hope is for pessimists.”<br />
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He wrote once that “God invented the church to give atheists a fighting chance” – yet he devoted his life to serving the church. He railed against America – yet he was proud to be a New Yorker, and he was always contemplating the theological advantages of American sports. In a very characteristic remark, he wrote: “Karl Barth said that when he gets to heaven he will seek out Mozart before Calvin. Quite right – and presumably he spoke to Calvin only to compare errors. Me – I’ll be heading for the choir of angels, to find Sandy Koufax, to see how he made the baseball sing.” (But the pitcher has outlived the pastor. I hope Sandy Koufax will seek out Kim one day and bestow the longed-for benediction.)<br />
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Kim and I had formed a strong friendship over the internet before we ever met in person. We met one day in the United States – it was during one of his annual trips to New York to visit his mother – and I was stunned to realise that he was thirty years older than me. His heart and mind were so young, I had assumed that perhaps I was the elder brother. He was old enough to be my father, yet Kim Fabricius was one of the youngest people I have ever known. In his mind there was nothing stagnant or stale. He was still curious, still supple, still exploring the possibilities, still seeing life as an adventure of faith, hope, and love. At the age of 69 he died; and he was only getting started.Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-50558433116302084862018-06-06T19:35:00.001-04:002018-06-07T01:11:24.145-04:00Dicey doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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You think you know someone, but of course you don’t know them too. What might you not know about Jesus of Nazareth?<br />
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It is not the gift- and skill-sets – the intelligence and imagination, the range of reading, the elegance and wit – that separate the great theologian from the good one. The difference lies not in the brilliance but the defects. It takes a magnificent flaw to make a great theologian.<br />
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Ask me who I am and I will tell you my story. The genre, of course, is fiction.<br />
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Am I my own best interpreter? What a dumb and diabolical notion. Only God can truly interpret me, which he will do definitively on Judgement Day – deploying, I am confident, post-kritical theory.<br />
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What was the takeaway message for the great and the good after listening to that sermon at the royal wedding? The gospel according to John and Paul: “All you need is love (all together now) / All you need is love (everybody) / All you need is love, love / Love is all you need”. An uncomfortable reminder that what a preacher says and what a congregation hears may be two very different things.<br />
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A newspaper headline I quite like: “Kim’s a Seoul Man”.<br />
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BBC Breaking News (May 22nd): “Brief [Michael Cohen?] to moon Trump on handling Kim”. Oops, sorry: that should be “Moon to Brief Trump on handling Kim”.<br />
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Trump’s annotation of Titus 3:2 in his bedside Bible: “Against everything our country stands for. Most over-rated apostle in history. A total loser. Very sad.”<br />
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Might Trump win the Nobel Peace Prize? Why not? Though ISIS will present some stiff competition. North Korea, Iran, Israel/Palestine: better the Orwell Peace Prize.<br />
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Information is power. Alas, so too is misinformation.<br />
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God and I have an admirable arrangement: I need someone to love me and God wants someone to love. We’re the perfect odd couple.<br />
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Jesus said, “Blessed are the poor.” “Absolutely,” agreed the first four disciples: “you cannot worship both Cod and Mammon.”<br />
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Following the trajectory, expect praise music to trend as liturgical karaoke.<br />
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Revenge is a dish best served with either apomorphine or xylazine.<br />
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What’s the difference between parental abuse and neglect? The difference, respectively, between knowing and not knowing whether your children are spending most of their free time on-line.<br />
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AI may be the future but another AI is already an everyday reality. I mean Artificial Imbecility: you see it in people whose iPhone is a prosthesis.<br />
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Everything passes; nothing lasts. But there are some moments – you know those moments, all but forgotten but suddenly adventitiously triggered – that are with you all your life. Unless you stop and take a picture of them with your goddamn iPhone.<br />
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Why do I write – doodlings, propositions, sermons, hymns, whatever? Answer: authorial itch. Of course scratching only makes the pruritus worse, and can lead to all kinds of existential and spiritual lesions.<br />
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Waiters – even if the service is terrible, always be kind to them. Not because of WWJD, but because you don’t want your entrée heavily seasoned with gob.<br />
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That life can unravel so quickly, uncontrollably, and irreparably – that is the tragic. And faith? Faith does not alleviate, on the contrary, it intensifies tragic affliction. Over the abyss, faith hangs by the thread of hope alone.<br />
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The Christian is indeed <i>simul iustus et peccator</i>. He is also <i>simul laetus et miser</i>.<br />
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I may or may not be a “real Christian”, but a Christian who tells me I’m not is definitely not.<br />
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Who, in Adam, is more likely to understand me better than anyone else? My mother or father, sister or brother, spouse, partner, friend – or perhaps my enemy? No, someone who does not know me: a great novelist.<br />
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The best that I can say about me is that I am a placeholder for what I will become.<br />
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What is the basis of both Christian ethics and vocation? “What can I do for you?” (Bob Dylan).<br />
<br />Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-35208160587147527222018-04-09T02:50:00.000-04:002018-04-09T02:59:44.737-04:00Delphic doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Breaking News: “Hell abolishes pope” (source: John Piper).<br />
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Their Lord was a loser, his ministry a failure, his death a shambles, so just what did Christians expect when pastors became celebrities?<br />
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Peter’s advice to Christians who would boast about their faith: “Cock-a-doodle-doo!”<br />
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If it could be demonstrated that God does not exist, I would, of course, become an atheist. And if it could be demonstrated that God does exist, I would, of course, become an atheist.<br />
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“It’s better to light a candle than to curse the darkness.” But hey, why not do both?<br />
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There is nothing so uninteresting as certainty. Hence our puzzling preoccupation with the most certain thing of all, and therefore the ultimate in boring: death.<br />
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The problem with many sermons is that they continue after they conclude.<br />
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Good “spiritual directors” aren’t. They are spiritual indirectors.<br />
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(After Augustine) If you understand prayer, it’s not prayer you understand. Also: you will never pray if you try, you will only pray if you pray, but you will never know whether or not you have prayed.<br />
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So studies show that prayer is good for you. It makes you healthier, happier, more stable. Well, if it’s so beneficial, the hell with it!<br />
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Thank God for sorrow. Without sorrow, we would all be such insufferable pricks.<br />
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The NRA has more congregants than Episcopalians and not many less than Lutherans and Methodists. Well, Jesus did say, “On LaPierre I will build my church.”<br />
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According to a recent poll, the historical event of which the British are proudest is the creation of the NHS (1948), with standing alone against the Nazis (1940) coming a distant second (68%-49%). Imagine that, my fellow Americans. No, I didn’t think you could.<br />
<br />
A good teacher is not someone who can give a good answer but someone who can detect a bad question.<br />
<br />
Ironic at least, tragic at worst, our neighbour is more likely to be our enemy than the stranger we so fear.<br />
<br />
It’s not rocket psychology: we are afraid of strangers because we are afraid of ourselves, my inner others who are split, repressed, denied, or, less pathologically, simply fugitive, obscure, opaque. Xenophobia is misdirected egophobia.<br />
<br />
If you want to catch the essence of humanity, observe the faces of the sleeping. We look like imbeciles, don’t we? Or, better still, passport photos. Serial killers, right?<br />
<br />
While physicists frantically search for a Theory of Everything, Christians blithely explore a Theory of Everyone: it’s called Christology.<br />
<br />
Jeez, the way some Christians are responding to life in a post-Christian culture you’d think that Chicken Licken was a prophet and whinging and sulking fruits of the Spirit.<br />
<br />
I’m thinking of taking the Benedict Option. Benedict Arnold, that is. Under the current administration treason seems a conscientious calling.<br />
<br />
Why can’t I get my head around Trump, why can’t I <i>feel</i> him? Wittgenstein is helpful. He said, “If a lion could speak, we would not understand him.” Well, the same goes for a hyena. Similarly, Thomas Nagel asked, “What is it like to be a bat?” So of a different life-form we might ask, “What is it like to be The Donald?”<br />
<br />
Trumpvangelicals – aka Christian Nihilists.<br />
<br />
In the Age of Twitter, Warhol’s “everyone will be famous for 15 minutes” has become “everyone will be fatuous in 140 characters.”<br />
<br />
Back in the day, I moved in a circle of junkies. I still do, but the addiction du jour is now Facebook, a drug equally toxic, harder to kick, and easier to justify.<br />
<br />
To update E. M. Forster’s sigh: “poor little key-pad tapping Christianity”.Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-53194718662532664892018-02-21T02:05:00.000-05:002018-02-21T02:05:29.054-05:00Dinky doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I’ve never had an original thought in my life – including the thought that I’ve never had an original thought in my life.<br />
<br />
Do you ever feel that something is missing from your life? If you do, you are.<br />
<br />
“Pessimism of the intellect, optimism of the will.” Well, Gramsci was half right.<br />
<br />
“From dust you came, and to dust you shall return.” Stardust, actually.<br />
<br />
Lent
launches an assault against disordered desire through fasting and
prayer: in fasting you pray with your body, in praying you fast with
your mind.<br />
<br />
Apart from the Bible, theological reflection is propaganda, and apart from theological reflection, the Bible is propaganda.<br />
<br />
In criminal law there is GBH, the equivalent of which in theological polemics is DBH (i.e., David Bentley Hart).<br />
<br />
What are Charlie Craig and David Mullins doing in the Masterpiece Cakeshop Case? Speaking truth to flour. <br />
<br />
As
the recent service featuring Andy Savage at Highpoint Church confirms,
there is nothing like praise music <i>du jour</i> as an aperitif for the junk
food that follows.<br />
<br />
I hear that the Vatican is now marketing
Donald Trump tee shirts for his fan base. Emblazoned on the front is a
picture of the president, encircled by a Latin translation of “Make
America Great Again”: <i>Populus Americae Vult Decipi, Ergo Decipiatur</i>.<br />
<br />
Imagine
Trump with his circle of family and friends worked into a novel by Jane
Austen. It would make all his critics’ diatribes look like encomia.<br />
<br />
American
exceptionalism: some nations may be shitholes, but they are
bog-standard shitholes; only the United States is (to re-coin Madeleine
Albright’s famous phrase) “the indispensable shithole”.<br />
<br />
In an
interview at Religion Dispatches, Professor Russell Jeung opines that
“the white evangelical church is dead.” “Dead”? Worse than dead:
undead.<br />
<br />
What has caused the demise of the white evangelical
church in the US? The classic hubristic military miscalculation of
opening a second front: to their perennial asinine atonement wars, they
started a series of mephitic culture wars.<br />
<br />
Prayer is not just an
inherently political activity, it is an act of resistance and protest. To pray “Thy Kingdom come” on a hassock is truly to take-the-knee.<br />
<br />
Who are America’s greatest comic writers? “Self-Reliance” alone puts Ralph Emerson right up there.<br />
<br />
There
is a word for someone who has been argued into faith: sucker. Because
(a) he doubtlessly has failed to detect some rather poor apologetic
reasoning, and (b) because even if he hasn’t, whatever he has been
argued into, it isn’t faith.<br />
<br />
“If
we have to use a single word here, it would have to be ‘concreteness’ –
their world is vivid, intense, detailed, yet simple, precisely because
it is concrete: neither complicated, diluted, nor unified, by
abstraction.” That’s Oliver Sacks (in <i>The Man Who Mistook His Wife for a
Hat</i>) describing the world of the “retardate”. Of clinical interest, it
is also a perfect fit for Jesus the Идио́т (<i>Idiot</i>) (Dostoevsky).<br />
<br />
If
you read without a dictionary to hand you insult the author; if you
write without a thesaurus at hand you insult yourself. Not to mention
you’re a lazy bastard.<br />
<br />
Not
talking is a necessary but not sufficient condition for being silent;
in addition you need the act of humility called listening.<br />
<br />
The worst thing about retirement is not that you are no longer necessary, it is the realisation that you never were. And the best thing about retirement? The same as the worst.<br />
<br />
I look at my grandchildren, 5
and 2, and of course I want them to be happy, but not too happy and not
only happy. I pray also for a seasoning of anger and a soupçon of
anguish.<br />
<br />
Pity the devil: the loveless bastard is scared to death.<br />
<br />
Life makes one promise, and keeps it: Death. God also makes one promise, and keeps it: Jesus.<br />
<br />
Pitiable
is the person who approaches death saying, “I have had enough”, but
blessed is the person who approaches death saying, “I want nothing
more.”Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-52525411722712827442018-02-11T21:53:00.004-05:002018-02-11T23:41:29.801-05:00 Teaching idea: heaven, hell, purgatory<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Here’s an idea for a class I’ll be teaching next semester on Dante, Shakespeare, and Milton. What do you think of this hell-purgatory-paradise schema? I wouldn’t aim to impose this rigidly on the texts. But it could be a way of encouraging students to look for broad patterns of continuity in the way these very different authors represent the spiritual order of the universe.<br />
<br />
DANTE<br />
1. Hell<br />
2. Purgatory<br />
3. Paradise (I)<br />
4. Paradise (II)<br />
<br />
SHAKESPEARE<br />
5. Macbeth – hell<br />
6. King Lear (I) – purgatory<br />
7. King Lear (II) – purgatory<br />
8. The Tempest – paradise<br />
<br />
MILTON<br />
9. Samson Agonistes – purgatory<br />
10. Paradise Lost (I) – hell<br />
11. Paradise Lost (II) – paradise<br />
12. Paradise Lost (III) – purgatory<br />
<br />
Some other random observations about the three authors:<br />
<ul>
<li>The use of light and darkness to depict spiritual realities – very important in Shakespeare too (cf. the use of darkness throughout Macbeth). </li>
<li>The relation between visible and invisible realities<i></i>. This is made doubly interesting in Milton, who draws attention to his own blindness even as he explores the boundary between the visible and the invisible.</li>
<li>The feminine principle in depictions of paradise. In Dante and Shakespeare, the love of a woman (Dante’s Beatrice; Cordelia’s love for her father in <i>Lear</i>; the marriage of Miranda to Ferdinand in <i>The Tempest</i>) is the point at which the whole cosmic order is revealed and redeemed. Only in Milton is the redemptive principle purely masculine: woman is not a revelation of cosmic order but more like an obstacle that has to be overcome. (That is an overstatement about Milton, but I think the contrast to Dante and Shakespeare is a real one.)</li>
<li>For students looking for an extra challenge, an interesting essay topic would be to compare Blake's illustrations of these three authors. Maybe I'll do a bit of this in class as well. Dante and Milton are especially well suited to Blake's style of illustrating, which is to depict the spiritual sense of the text. Paradoxically, he often finds the spiritual sense by representing words with a scrupulous literalism – a technique that produces some amazing effects in his illustrations of Shakespeare. His painting <i>Pity</i> (pictured above) evokes spiritual reality through a literalistic depiction of a dense cluster of metaphors in <i>Macbeth</i>: "And pity, like a naked new-born babe, / Striding the blast, or heaven's cherubim, horsed
/ Upon the sightless couriers of the air." </li>
<li>Actually I think I need a whole additional class on Blake's illustrations. </li>
</ul>
Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-58259164344658061712017-12-29T17:00:00.000-05:002017-12-29T17:00:03.935-05:00Dingo doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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“What is the chief end of man? To glorify Gold and enjoy it whatever.” (Westchester Shorter Catechism)<br /><br />So the Pope nods off while praying? No, the Pope prays while nodding off.<br /><br />Title for a sermon on Galatians 3:27: “The Man Who Took His Christ for a Hat”.<br /><br />“The
eternal silence of these infinite spaces terrifies me.” Poor Monsieur
Pascal: he had a tin ear for star song and galactic symphonies.<br /><br />Before
I ask a minister whom I don’t know what theologians he reads, I ask him
what novels he has read. If he reads novels, I go on to poetry. If he
doesn’t read novels, I lose interest in the conversation. Then, for my
nightly devotions, I pray for those who listen to his sermons and
experience his pastoral care.<br /><br />In Kazuo Ishiguro’s <i>The Remains of
the Day</i>, Stevens, the English butler, speaks of “that balance
between attentiveness and the illusion of absence that is the essence of
good waiting.” Ergo good praying too.<br /><br />A famous paradigm of the
pastor is the “wounded healer”. Shouldn’t that be “healing wounder”?
Only truth and love can heal, but both begin with the recoil of hurt and
pain.<br /><br />My dear pastor, ask not how many people you have fixed, rather pray that the number you have broken is few.<div>
<br /></div>
<div>
The progressive will eventually become an embarrassment, but the reactionary will always be an asshole.<br /><br />Great bumper sticker: “America First? Matthew 20:16!” <br /><br />“Patriotic” Americans will make any sacrifice except sacrifice itself.<br /><br />I
feel for those for whom “thoughts and prayers” has become either a mindless
mantra or a euphemism for “Praise the Lord and pass the ammunition”.
But don’t despair. Turn to the Psalms. There you will find the integrity
of lament, outrage, and imprecation, the perfect obsecrations for the
NRA and its lackey politicians.<br /><br />Good news for American
misogynists: it’s now legal to carry a concealed weapon across state
lines – in addition, that is, to the one they’re born with.<br /><br />The
problem with all moral arguments for torture is that they are
utilitarian. If they were deontological I would have more respect for
them. As O’Brien frankly states in <i>1984</i>, “The object of torture is
torture.”<br /><br />Ah, if only the roads of social and cultural nostalgia led to Eden. They don’t. They converge on a new Nuremburg.<br /><br />Vanity,
vanity, all is vanity. What was cool yesterday is uncool today, and
what is uncool today will be cool tomorrow. Likes, Followers, Trending –
puffs of smoke! But suggest that I close my Twitter and Facebook
accounts – go chase the wind!<br /><br />Both
the fulsome panegyrics for and fulminating diatribes against the
Reformation commit the same just-so story fallacy, treating it as the
inception rather than the invention of modernity.<br /><br />When a snake
sheds its skin it does not become a post-snake. So too modernity does
not become post-modernity when it modernises, it is simply shedding its
skin. Modernity is modernising. In its deep grammar, “modernity” is a
gerundive.<br /><br />On November 8th, 2016, they thought they were walking
into a voting booth when actually they were marching to the guillotine.
The election of Trump has been the decapitation of White American
Evangelicalism, with all the squawking, frenzy, and gore you’d expect
from a headless fowl.<br /><br />With a lifetime of trying, I have never
found the truth. Occasionally, however, it has bumped into me – and once
He ran me over. <br /><br />God bumps into us when we’re least expecting
it, so why on earth should people go to church anticipating an encounter
with God? I always go to church with no expectations whatsoever, and I
am usually not disappointed. But then <i>ubi et quando Deo visum est</i> –
thunder from a clear blue sky.<br /><br />Psychology (it seems to me) is a sort of meteorology of the self. Epiphanies or traumas – they’re climate change.<br /><br />If you think it’s hard to be yourself, try not being yourself.<br /><br />The older I get, the more I am interested in antiquities. Why is that?<br /><br />I
can just about cope with the aches and indignities of aging. It’s the
well-meaning concern of others for them that I can’t handle.<br /></div>
Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-81788927058456108432017-12-20T19:43:00.001-05:002017-12-20T22:36:25.588-05:00Most interesting books I read in 2017<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I don’t want to pick the best books of the year. My reading lately has been too eclectic for anything like that. These days I rely mostly on audiobooks. So my reading gravitates towards whatever happens to be available on audible.com, or whatever is performed by a good narrator. (I have developed a zero tolerance policy for poor narration: I will return an audiobook for refund within five minutes if the narrator does not please me.) <br />
<br />
From time to time I still take up a physical book and read it with my eyes. After so many audiobooks I am intrigued to re-discover the quite distinctive pleasures of silent reading. Recently I read nearly all of Stefan Zweig’s short stories and novellas in the old way, silently turning the pages as I enfolded my spirit within that special canopy of solitude. But most of the books listed here I read sociably, with my ears, in the consoling and challenging presence of a human voice. I like it so much. Am I the only one? Or is the burgeoning audiobook industry reviving an ancient culture of sociable reading? Will some future memoirist note with astonishment the sight of someone reading alone in silence, as Augustine did when he saw Ambrose reading in Milan? "<span class="st">His eyes ran over the columns of writing and his heart searched out the meaning, but his voice and his tongue were at rest" (<i>Confessions</i> 6.3.3).</span><br />
<br />
Anyway, these are the books that I found most interesting and most rewarding in the past year. In case you are looking for something to read – and who is not looking, at all times and in all circumstances, for something to read? – I have added a note to each one to help you decide if that book suits your particular ailment. And, after much soul-searching, I have also nominated my Most Interesting Book of the Year.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>THEOLOGY & ETHICS</b><br />
<br />
<i>The Annotated Luther, volume 1: The Roots of Reform</i> (2015). Read this if you think protestants were to blame for the reformation. <br />
<br />
Deirdre McCloskey, <i>The Bourgeois Virtues: Ethics for an Age of Commerce</i> (2006). Read this if you think capitalism is evil and the pre-capitalist world was a haven of virtue.<br />
<br />
Linn Marie Tonstad, <i>God and Difference: The Trinity, Sexuality, and the Transformation of Finitude</i> (2015). Read this if you think social trinitarianism is the greatest thing since trinitarianism.<br />
<br />
Mark Chapman, <i>Theology at War and Peace: English Theology and Germany in the First World War</i> (2017). Read this if you’re interested in Troeltsch, or if you think only the Germans were rabid nationalists.<br />
<br />
Joseph Ratzinger, <i>Europe: Today and Tomorrow</i> (2007). Read this if you’ve ever wondered where reason went. <br />
<br />
H. Richard Niebuhr, “Theology—Not Queen But Servant,” an essay on theology and the university in <i>The Paradox of Church and World: Selected Writings of H. Richard Niebuhr</i> (2015). Read this if you think theology ever was, or ever ought to be, the queen of the sciences.<br />
<br />
Gary Dorrien, <i>Social Ethics in the Making: Interpreting an American Tradition</i> (2010). Read this if, like me, you used to believe Reinhold Niebuhr when he said he was departing sharply from the Social Gospel tradition. <br />
<br />
Marilynne Robinson, <i>The Givenness of Things</i> (2015). Read this.<br />
<br />
Roger Scruton, <i>On Human Nature</i> (2017). Read this if you don’t believe in the soul, or if you would like to believe in the soul but don’t know how.<br />
<br />
Sam Harris, <i>Lying</i> (2011). Read this if you have ever told a lie.<br />
<br />
Dallas G. Denery II, <i>The Devil Wins: A History of Lying from the Garden of Eden to the Enlightenment</i> (2015). Read this if the previous book makes you want to learn more about the history of lying. The patristic stuff in the first chapter is weak but it's really interesting once he gets to medieval theology and its relation to the all-encompassing falsehoods of courtly life.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>HISTORY</b><br />
<br />
Stefan Zweig, <i>The World of Yesterday</i> (1942). Read this if you think morality has declined shockingly in the past century. His account of prostitution in the nineteenth century is quite harrowing and should make you cry tears of joy over every unwed sexual partnership.<br />
<br />
Winston Churchill, <i>The Second World War</i> (1948–53). Read this if you want a gripping tale in which the righteous prevail against a vastly superior foe. Churchill received the Nobel Prize in Literature for this book, and you can see why as soon as you start the first page. The audiobook read by Christian Rodska (in four volumes) is wonderful.<br />
<br />
William Shirer, <i>The Rise and Fall of the Third Reich</i> (1960). Read this if 45 hours listening to Churchill was just not enough.<br />
<br />
Douglas Murray, <i>The Strange Death of Europe</i> (2017). Read this if you think open borders are Good and controlled borders are Bad. Whether or not you share the author’s pessimism, it’s an interesting account of the way recent European (especially German) history has been shaped by the “tyranny of guilt” over past wrongs.<br />
<br />
Henry Kissinger, <i>World Order</i> (2014). Read this if you’d like to see how different civilisations understand their global
mission, and how the internet might be changing all this.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>POETRY</b><br />
<br />
Denise Levertov, <i>Oblique Prayers</i> (1986). If I have to tell you why you should read this, then you’re probably the kind of person who won’t read it anyway.<br />
<br />
Mary Oliver, <i>New and Selected Poems</i> (1992). Read this if you want something easier than Denise Levertov.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>FICTION</b><br />
<br />
Geraldine Brooks, <i>The Secret Chord</i> (2015). Read this if you’ve ever thought to yourself: I want to be just like King David when I grow up.<br />
<br />
Stefan Zweig, <i>Collected Novellas</i> (2016) and <i>Collected Stories</i> (2013).
Read this if you like to finish a story in one sitting. The
novellas are especially good: for a taster try his <i>Chess Story</i> or <i>Confusion </i>or <i>Letter from an Unknown Woman</i>.<br />
<br />
G. K. Chesterton, <i>The Ball and the Cross</i> (1909). Read this if you want to laugh your arse off as you follow the swashbuckling adventures of an atheist and a Catholic who set out to destroy one another and become (spoiler alert) BFFs. Everyone talks about Father Brown and <i>The Man Who Was Thursday</i>, but this one is my favourite Chesterton story. And the audio reading by Gildart Jackson is as entertaining as you could wish for.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>OTHER COOL STUFF THAT DOESN’T FIT IN THE OTHER CATEGORIES</b><br />
<br />
Jon Ronson, <i>So You’ve Been Publicly Shamed</i> (2015). Read this if you’ve ever expressed moral outrage at something somebody said on social media. <br />
<br />
Bruce Springsteen, <i>Born to Run</i> (2016). Read this because he’s the Boss. It’s better on audio because he reads the book himself: and the man has a nice voice, I’m not the first person to think so.<br />
<br />
Stanley Cavell, <i>The World Viewed</i> (1971). Read this if you like movies and have ever tried to think about them.<br />
<br />
<br />
<b>And finally ... <i>drum roll</i> ... the Most Interesting Book of the Year award goes to:</b><br />
<br />
Sigmund Freud, <i>The Interpretation of Dreams</i> (1899). This is hands down the most interesting thing I read this year. I’ve been reading Freud for years but for some reason had never got around to this one even though it’s his <i>magnum opus</i>. Maybe I was put off by the rumour (a scandalous falsehood, as it turns out) that Freud merely finds sex in every dream. Anyway whatever you think of Freud’s theory, this is a marvellous feat of scrupulous observation, breath-taking intellectual adventurousness, and disarming candour. Most of the dreams analysed are Freud’s own, and he investigates his hidden desires with an amazing lack of defensiveness. Well done, Sigmund Freud, and congratulations on writing such an interesting and original book.<br />
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Well that’s all from me. Adieu, 2017! Adieu, Sydney! Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-54363555544776531912017-12-17T19:41:00.002-05:002017-12-17T19:41:31.659-05:00Massacre of the Innocents: Christmas letter from Kim Fabricius<i>Kim sent out this Christmas letter and I asked if we could post it here:</i><br />
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Christmas is, for me, a haunted house. The tree is enchanting, the ritual of gift-exchange delightful, the food cornucopian, the egg nog ambrosial – but the ghost of Herod is always crashing the party, the memory of the Massacre of the Innocents (Matthew 2:16) ever souring my sweet dreams of peace. There is nothing so dead in all the world as murdered children.<br /><br />The theologically feral novel <i>The Gospel According to Jesus Christ</i> by the Portuguese Nobel Prize winner José Saramago ensures that the spectre and the recollection persist. In a psychologically probing retelling of the Nativity narrative, Joseph overhears a conversation between two soldiers that alerts him to Herod’s diabolical plans and propels him to rescue his wife and child. In the aftermath, however, Joseph is plagued by the thought that he could have and should have warned other parents of the impending slaughter, and for the rest of his short life the father of Jesus will have nightmares that he is leading soldiers to kill his son.<br /><br />This year’s Christmas painting then: Pieter Bruegel the Elder’s The Massacre of the Innocents. <br />
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Multiply narrated and theatrically staged – replete with marauding soldiers, protective fathers, distraught mothers, and solicitous villagers (and terrific touches like the soldier in the left background, opposite the cohort, pissing against a house) – the painting is particularly contemporary for being, in fact, a bowdlerisation. For scientific examination demonstrates that the original was much more explicit and detailed in its portrayal of the atrocity, re-contextualised by Bruegel as a 16th-century Flemish war crime executed by Spanish soldiers and German mercenaries. All too close to the bone for the Holy Roman Emperor Rudolf II, who ordered his royal artisans to give such “fake news” a paint-over, airbrushing and altering the mass infanticide into a scene of more quotidian pillage. <br /><br /><i>Plus ça change</i>, right? But hush, children, what’s that sound? Do you hear it? The Shaker of Nations confounding the nabobs of nihilism in Mary’s feisty protest song:<br /><br />He bared his arm and showed his strength,<br /> scattered the bluffing braggarts.<br />He knocked tyrants off their high horses,<br /> pulled victims out of the mud.<br />The starving poor sat down to a banquet;<br /> The callous rich were left out in the cold.<br />(Luke 1:51-53, <i>The Message</i>)<br /><br />A Christmas toast, then, to the exorcism of Herod’s ghost, and – it’s the 5th anniversary of the Massacre at Sandy Hook – a New Year hope for the end of Moloch worship and the downfall of his high priests Smith & Wesson. <br /><br />As for Joseph’s guilt, however – let alone for Rachel’s grief (Matthew 2:17-18) – no false consolation. Rather collective remorse and mourning, and the perennial prayer of the desperate soul: “Lord, have mercy! Come, Lord Jesus, come!”<br /><br />God bless you in the Child.<br />Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-47378131128551749862017-11-08T16:48:00.001-05:002017-11-20T19:37:57.210-05:00Farewell speech: what I have learned about learning<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>They had a farewell service for me in Sydney yesterday and I gave this short departing speech.</i><br />
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I came here for a job and what I got was a vocation. <br />
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When I arrived at the college nine years ago I was new to teaching. That is hard for me to imagine now. I cannot form any picture of what kind of person I would be if I was not a teacher. The discovery of a vocation to teach has been one of the great events of my life. It has become so ingrained in my identity that if you asked me why I teach I would not know how to answer. I would say that I teach because of who I am. I teach because I am alive. I teach because the things I value most in this world are all bound up with that amazing thing that happens in the classroom.<br />
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What is the classroom? It’s a place where people come together and start to learn something. Then, sometimes, they start to love what they are learning, and they are changed by that love. <br />
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Really the teacher is a kind of midwife to love. I can’t force anybody to love the doctrine of the Trinity. All I can do is help students to take a look at that doctrine for themselves. I can challenge some of their prejudices and assumptions. I can question some of their hasty conclusions. I can help them to slow down a bit, just long enough to pay attention. If they give this doctrine their attention, if they really start to look at it, then sometimes their hearts will respond spontaneously. They might start to love what they see, and then to look even more closely, and to love even more. <br />
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When this happens – when learning gives rise to love – it can be so unexpected that the teacher is more amazed than anyone. Where does that love come from? <br />
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It’s not something that can be taught. It’s not a technical skill. I can’t show you how to love something. I can remove certain obstacles. I can encourage you. I can cheer you on when I think you’re looking in the right direction. But when you see something for yourself and start to love it just because it’s there: that’s not something any teacher can impart. So where does it come from? <br />
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Some of the church’s great thinkers have puzzled over this. Clement of Alexandria, Origen, Augustine: they reached the conclusion that the only real teacher is Christ. Every time the light bulb goes on in a student’s mind, that light is Christ, the Logos “that enlightens everyone who comes into the world” (John 1:9). To open yourself to any part of reality is always to open yourself, in some measure, to the Logos. Whenever you really start to pay attention to something, to understand something and to love it just because it’s there, you are in some way inclining your heart towards Christ. <br />
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That might seem a bit overblown as an explanation of how learning happens. But you have to admire those ancient thinkers for taking learning so seriously, and for being so awed by its mystery, that they were willing to conjure up a whole theory of creation just to explain what’s going on in the classroom. <br />
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Learning – real learning – is a kind of miracle. It
is a gentle, delicate, interior process by which the soul comes into
contact with something beyond itself and reaches out to it in love. <br />
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That doesn’t happen every time students shuffle into the classroom at 9.30 on a Friday morning. But it does happen. I know it happens because I have witnessed it. I have seen it: right here in these classrooms, time and again, over nine years of my life. It is why I love the classroom. It is why this community, a theological college, is sacred to me. It is why the teacher-student relationship is, to me, more holy than any church or temple.<br />
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We often say that theology is meant to serve the church. I have said it myself. But since I’m leaving I can tell you the truth: I don’t believe it. If theology serves the church, then it is a means to an end. But when you consider what learning is – real learning – how could it ever be a means to an end? That’s like saying that love and joy and life are means to an end. Would you say that joy serves the church? Or that life serves the church?<br />
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Sure, theological learning enriches the church; it supports the church; it challenges the church. Those are its wholesome by-products. But they are not the reasons for learning. They are not what it is for. Learning is a way of being alive. It doesn’t serve the church or the church’s mission. It serves the human heart and the glory of God. <br />
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Anyway, that is how I have come to understand my vocation and the vocation of this college. For sharing all this with me, as students and colleagues and friends, I say: thank you. Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-7276827696318202672017-10-30T14:56:00.000-04:002017-10-31T07:58:56.952-04:00Melancholy lines upon the death of a dog<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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No dog lives forever but I hoped he would be the first. Kola, my Labrador. Kola, my trusted friend and confidant these 7 years. Kola who has seen my children grow, almost since they were babies, and has loved them every minute. Kola, the glory of his breed and the friendliest member of his household. Kola, bone-chewer, ball-chaser, beach-swimmer, humper of male dogs and feared destroyer of several chickens. <br />
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He was named after a teddy bear that my son had when he was two years old. The bear had come all the way from China with a tag that bore the name of Kola. I don’t know why they called it that. Maybe they were trying to spell Koala. My son loved that bear, it slept beside him and he dragged it around in the dirt wherever he went. He must have imagined that getting a dog was the same kind of thing as having a teddy bear. So the day the puppy came bounding into our lives – the first pet we ever had – my little son declared that the dog’s name henceforth would be Kola. And that is what we called him. <br />
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We soon learned that a dog is even better than a teddy bear. Because a dog is not a thing. He is not a person either, I understand that, but he dwells somewhere in the borderlands of personhood. Anyone who doubts that animals have souls has never reckoned with a Labrador. Whether the dog brings his soul with him into the world or acquires it through constant communion with the human soul is a moot point. At any rate the dog is more susceptible to humanisation than any other animal. He feels joy and doubt and affection and cunning and anticipation and contentment and shame – what human ever felt more? <br />
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The creature of whom I speak used to sneak under the covers of my son’s bed and lie there on the forbidden mattress, a huge Labrador-sized lump under the covers beside a sleeping boy, hardly daring to breathe in case I found him and banished him to the unwelcoming floor. <br />
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Once when I had taken him to the beach he saw me body-surfing and was seized by a sudden terror for my life. He snatched the leash up in his mouth – I had left it lying on the sand – and plunged into the waves and swam out to me, whimpering horribly until I consented to take the leash in my hand, whereupon he turned and swam to shore, pulling me behind him. I thanked him for rescuing me, it was a considerate gesture, and I informed him that I would now continue swimming. But he – he who loved beaches and knew them so well – was very distrustful of the waves that day and sulked mightily when I tried to get back in the water. So I trusted his instincts and lay down on the sand instead and he laid his wet head upon me in satisfaction. And I never drowned that day, so maybe he was right. Who knows how much a dog knows?<br />
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Once, when I had left a carton of eggs on the kitchen table, he crept into the room and climbed up on the chair and somehow got the carton open and removed the little unfertilised parcels one by one without cracking the shells or making any mess. One by one he smuggled the eggs outside. I saw the carton right where I had left it on the table and saw that it was empty. I searched the premises and eventually found the crime scene: a black dog, looking rather bloated, lying in an orgy of eggshells in the back yard, licking his dripping whiskers in mournful self-reproach. “The expense of spirit in a waste of shame”: Shakespeare must have been thinking of Kola and the eggshells when he wrote those words. <br />
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Today he died. <br />
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He left our lives almost as suddenly as he had arrived. They said it was a cancer of the spleen, it happens sometimes they said, the invisible malignant growth advancing secretly and one day bursting and then, before you can say <i>fetch</i>, the Joy of Nature is lying very still and watching you with infinitely patient eyes and telling you in little whimpers that he is sorry but he cannot get up, not today, that he does not feel like playing anymore, that he will not be needing breakfast, not today, not ever again, that you should go along to the park without him and let him lie there in the shade a while with the ants and beetles creeping all around him.<br />
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By the time we got him to the vet he was nearly dead. We gathered round him, my children and me, and whispered our sweet nothings in his floppy ears and caressed his good kind face and anointed his gentle paws with our tears. <br />
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We did not lie to him. That’s not how we do things around here. We did not tell him everything would be all right. We told him that we loved him and he was dying and we would never see his face again and we would never forget him. He had walked his last walk, he had chewed his last bone, he had fetched his last slobber-filthy tennis ball. He looked me in the eyes and trusted me completely, in dying as in life.
He had never died before but he knew I’d get him through it.<br />
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Apart from dying, it had been one of the great weeks of his life. For it was only a few days ago that he, Kola, the somewhat fat and lumbering Labrador, caught a young rabbit that had been grazing on the lawn. A hundred years of selective breeding came good at last. He caught it. He brought the rabbit to me. He nursed it in his mouth as gently as an unbroken egg. It hung from his jaws, alive and apprehensive, the two long bunny-ears twitching in dismay. He stood before me: Kola, catcher of rabbits. He laid the bunny at my feet as worshipfully as the Magi bringing gifts. His eyes burned with a holy pride. I paused from washing the dishes and looked at him and told him to take the goddamn thing outside this minute: which he gladly did, and with all ceremony. <br />
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I think of him now with that rabbit and I thank God for it. I am glad the dear boy finally got a little taste of heaven before he left this world. He had caught chickens before but that was years ago and it was only practice. The real thing, as everybody knows, is Rabbit. The prophet says that in the world to come “the wolf will live with the lamb, the leopard will lie down with the goat, the calf and the lion and the yearling together, and a little child will lead them” (Isaiah 11:6). If that is true, then even as you read these tear-stained lines you must picture Kola curled up with his big face resting on his paws, lazy as ever, sleeping like a dog beside the tender and ever-living rabbit in that peaceable kingdom where cancers never grow, only joys, where all the leashes are lost, and where every hour of the day is breakfast time. <br />
<br />Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-40822837061188883672017-10-16T22:23:00.000-04:002017-10-22T14:47:00.026-04:00Leaving Sydney<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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After nine years in Sydney I have taught my last classes and said my prayers and am moving on. <br />
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There comes a time in a man’s life when what he really wants is to be able to teach Plato and Shakespeare as well as Calvin and Augustine. That time has come for me. So I’ve accepted a job at the <a href="https://www.millis.edu.au/">Millis Institute</a>, a liberal arts program of <a href="http://www.chc.edu.au/">CHC</a> in Brisbane. My job will be to direct the various liberal arts degree programs as well as to teach in philosophy, theology, and literature. The classes there involve no lectures and no textbooks. Each class is a Socratic-style discussion of primary sources. That, reader, is my true love and forte, and it’s the same approach that I’ve tried to bring to theological education in Sydney. The first thing I did when I got off the plane in Sydney nine years ago was to abolish all textbooks and to replace them with primary sources. Then I unpacked my bags.<br />
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Some of my happiest memories here are of the books that I’ve been able to read and discuss with my students. When I cast my mind back over the years I am astounded at the number of these books, and even more astounded that <a href="https://www.svspress.com/categories/Popular-Patristics-Series/">SVS Press</a> has never paid me a commission for forcing so many students to buy them. The ones I can recall using as class texts include:<br />
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<li>Melito of Sardis, <i>On Pascha</i></li>
<li>Athanagoras, <i>Resurrection of the Dead</i></li>
<li>Irenaeus, <i>Against the Heresies</i> (books 1 and 3)</li>
<li>Tertullian, <i>Against Hermogenes</i> </li>
<li>Clement of Alexandria, <i>Christ the Educator</i> (selections)</li>
<li>Clement of Alexandria, <i>Exhortation to the Greeks</i></li>
<li>Origen, <i>Commentary on John</i> (books 1-10)</li>
<li>Origen, <i>On Prayer</i></li>
<li>Origen, <i>Exhortation to Martyrdom</i></li>
<li>Origen, <i>On Pascha</i></li>
<li>Origen, <i>Commentary & Homilies on the Song of Songs</i></li>
<li>Hans Urs von Balthasar, <i>Spirit and Fire</i> (Origen anthology) </li>
<li>Athanasius, <i>On the Incarnation</i></li>
<li>Athanasius, <i>Letter to Marcellinus</i> (on the Psalms)</li>
<li>Didymus the Blind, <i>On the Holy Spirit</i></li>
<li>Basil, <i>On Social Justice</i> (selection of homilies in the SVS Popular Patristics series)</li>
<li>Basil, <i>On the Human Condition</i> (ditto)</li>
<li>Basil, <i>On Fasting and Feasts</i> (ditto) </li>
<li>Basil, <i>On the Holy Spirit</i></li>
<li>Gregory of Nazianzus, <i>Theological Orations</i> </li>
<li>Gregory of Nazianzus, <i>Festal Orations</i> (selection of homilies the SVS Popular Patristics)</li>
<li>John Chrysostom, <i>On Marriage and Family Life</i> (ditto) </li>
<li>Augustine, <i>Confessions</i></li>
<li>Augustine, <i>The Trinity</i></li>
<li>Augustine, <i>City of God</i></li>
<li>Cyril of Alexandria, <i>On the Unity of Christ</i></li>
<li>Thomas Aquinas, <i>Summa theologiae</i> (a few tiny selections)</li>
<li>Julian of Norwich, <i>Revelations</i></li>
<li>Calvin, <i>Institutes</i> (in Elsie McKee’s translation of the 1541 French edition: with this edition available, no teacher can be forgiven for asking students to read so much as a page of Beveridge or McNeill)</li>
<li>Karl Barth, <i>Epistle to the Romans</i></li>
<li>Karl Barth, <i>The Word of God and Theology</i></li>
<li>Karl Barth, <i>On Religion: The Revelation of God as the Sublimation of Religion </i></li>
<li>Karl Barth, <i>Church Dogmatics </i>IV/1, §59.1</li>
<li>Dietrich Bonhoeffer, <i>Life Together</i></li>
<li>Dietrich Bonhoeffer, <i>Discipleship</i></li>
<li>H. Richard Niebuhr, <i>Responsibility of the Church for Society</i> (selections)</li>
<li>James Cone, <i>Black Theology and Black Power</i></li>
<li>Jürgen Moltmann, <i>Trinity and the Kingdom</i></li>
<li>Jürgen Moltmann, <i>Spirit and Life</i></li>
<li>Tom Smail, <i>The Giving Gift: The Holy Spirit in Person</i></li>
<li>Catherine LaCugna, <i>God for Us: The Trinity and Christian Life</i></li>
<li>Elizabeth Johnson, <i>Consider Jesus: Waves of Renewal in Christology</i></li>
<li>James H. Evans, <i>We Have Been Believers: An African American Systematic Theology</i></li>
<li>Richard Hays, <i>Moral Vision of the New Testament</i></li>
<li>Rainbow Spirit Elders, <i>Rainbow Spirit Theology</i></li>
<li>Sarah Coakley, <i>Powers and Submissions</i> (selections)</li>
<li>Kathryn Tanner, <i>Jesus, Humanity and the Trinity</i></li>
<li>Kathryn Tanner, <i>Theories of Culture</i></li>
<li>Mark McIntosh, <i>Mystical Theology</i> (selections)</li>
<li>Mark McIntosh, <i>Discernment and Truth</i> (selections)</li>
<li>Mark McIntosh, <i>Divine Teaching</i> </li>
<li>Eugene Rogers, <i>After the Spirit</i></li>
<li>Eugene Rogers, <i>The Holy Spirit</i> (anthology of sources)</li>
<li>Ian McFarland, <i>Creation and Humanity</i> (ditto)</li>
<li>Alister McGrath, <i>Christian Theology Reader</i> (ditto)</li>
<li>Sam Wells, <i>Christian Ethics</i> (ditto)</li>
<li>Ford, Higton, Zahl, <i>Modern Theologians Reader</i> (ditto)</li>
<li>Amos Yong, <i>The Bible, Disability, and the Church</i> </li>
<li>Frances Young, <i>God’s Presence: A Contemporary Recapitulation of Early Christianity</i></li>
<li>Simon Chan, <i>Grassroots Asian Theology</i></li>
<li>Katherine Sonderegger, <i>Systematic Theology</i> volume 1 (selections)</li>
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I have loved these books – most of them anyway – and have loved to see the effect they have on my students. There are books that amazed me with their power to provoke meaningful disagreement and rich discussion. In this respect Augustine’s <i>Confessions</i> towers over all other Christian books that I have tried. That makes the <i>Confessions</i> a uniquely valuable thing to have in a classroom. <br />
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There are other books that I rejected after trying them once in the classroom because they seemed only to mirror back what students already thought (or worse: felt), and therefore provoked no debate and no real learning. In my experience Moltmann’s books are especially egregious for classroom use: though I admit that a different (more conservative?) student demographic might respond quite differently to Moltmann. The main rule is to avoid those books that leave a student nodding in agreement and saying: Ah yes, it’s just as I thought.<br />
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Other books have moved me deeply by their power to teach. Athanasius’s <i>On the Incarnation</i> and Calvin’s <i>Institutes</i> are, for me, the highlights in this regard. These great books seem first to alienate students by plunging them into a totally different world and a totally different way of thinking about life. I have never met a student who appreciated anything about Calvin in the first two weeks of reading him. But then, by slow degrees, these books seem to take matters into their own hands and to teach students how to read them. Without ever having to dismiss their prior understanding of the faith, students begin to integrate their own view with the wider vision of the text. They find language and concepts to describe things that before they had only dimly intuited. By a mysterious act of spiritual recognition, it dawns on me that what Calvin is talking about is <i>my</i> faith. Once I have had that epiphany, even my disagreements with Calvin will be meaningful disagreements based on shared commitments, very different from the arbitrary and trivial disagreements of strangers. I always feel that students have begun to think theologically – that they have become theologians – when for the first time they are able to articulate a meaningful disagreement of this kind.<br />
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So that is what I will miss the most about Sydney: these many books and the many students who have read them with me. And it’s what I’m looking forward to the most in Brisbane: more books and more of God’s friends to share them with. Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-14520047741238087312017-10-12T19:47:00.003-04:002017-10-12T19:48:39.623-04:00Dastardly Doodlings<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>by Kim Fabricius</i><br />
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What’s the best way to find God? Set out at night – and go in the opposite direction. <br />
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Does God speak to me? It’s a question that I myself have put to the
Lord. I never get an answer. The devil, however – he won’t STFU.<br />
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A word of advice: if you believe “it’s the thought that counts”, don’t get married.<br />
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Don’t you just love the expression “good behaviour”? A euphemism, of course, for “not-getting-caught” behaviour. <br />
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We know that we will die, but we figure that in my case an exception might be made.<br />
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There is a paradox to writing good sentences, namely, that by cutting out the fat, you add to their weight.<br />
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Jesus is seated at the right hand of the Father, but who sits on the left? The Holy Spirit, of course. Though he doesn’t actually sit, he perches.<br />
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Alternatively: Karl Barth is the Lord’s right-hand man (though Rudolf Bultmann tries to grab the seat when Barth goes for a pee).<br />
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J. W. Schopf, an American paleobiologist, claims that “for four-fifths of our history, our planet was populated by pond scum.” A cultural anthropologist, let alone a Calvinist, would beg to differ: make that five-fifths.<br />
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“You are who you’ve been.” This truth is universal, but Trump certainly makes a particularly alarming and chastening case study.<br />
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Hurricanes Harvey and Irma? What hurricanes? It’s fake weather fabricated by a conspiracy of meteorological elites.<br />
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Until recently, during his morning shave Trump would look in the mirror and say, “Handsome devil!” Nowadays, with Robert Mueller and “Sheriff Joe” in mind, he says, “Pardon me.”<br />
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As for Trump’s court prophets – Falwell, Graham, Carson, et. al – if Trump makes my skin crawl, they make my blood boil. Their faith is textbook ideology and their churches – well, they’re not churches, they’re movements.<br />
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How timely: in <i>The Handmaid’s Tale</i>, Commander Fred Waterford combines in his character the specific misogynies of both Mike Pence and Donald Trump: from the former, that women are for fertilising; from the latter, that women are for fondling.<br />
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It is not surprising that Baby Boomer white American evangelical males love war: old men sending young men to kill and die – it expresses, confirms, and globalises their Second Amendment fetishism, their militant androcentrism, and their perverse doctrine of penal substitution.<br />
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Did you hear about the evangelical youth club leader who rented a DVD of <i>There Will Be Blood </i>to show to a group of 17-year-olds? She thought it was an educational film about a bride’s wedding night.<br />
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Jesus said, “And I tell you, you are Peter, and on this rock I will build my church, and the Gates of Hell will not prevail against it” (Matthew 16:26). A prophecy Bill is doing his damnedest to falsify.<br />
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“No one can become a theologian unless he becomes one without Aristotle.”—John Milbank. Oops, Stanley Hauerwas. Sorry, I mean Eleutherius. <br />
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What conservatives don’t get is the Bible’s unreliable narration; what liberals don’t get is the Bible’s indefectible veracity.<br />
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So “Researchers are fairly successfully uncovering an ocean of evidence to suggest that living in the ‘information ecosystem’ of smartphone, internet and social media is seriously detrimental to our mental health and cognitive capacity” (<i>i</i>, 6 September). What does that even mean? Researchers – the wankers are always out to get you.<br />
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BREAKING NEWS: A comprehensive examination of the ancient object recently discovered near the Church of the Holy Sepulchre in Jerusalem demonstrates that it is not, as some archaeologists have claimed, the spear with which Jesus’ side was pierced (John 19:34): it is, rather, a first century Roman centurion’s selfie stick.<br />
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Speaking at the Labour Party Conference, Naomi Klein declaimed, “You know that horrible thing currently clogging up the London sewers. I believe they call it a fatberg [“a congealed lump of fat, sanitary napkins, wet wipes, condoms, and similar items” (Wikipedia)]. Well, Trump, he’s the political equivalent of that.” Thus another political radical goes soft in middle age.<br />
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The more I pray, the less I know what praying is – especially (cf. Augustine on time) if you ask me.<br />
<br />
Samuel Johnson said that “people need to be reminded more often than they need to be instructed”, but those were the days when people didn’t suffer from the pathologies of historical amnesia and cultural presentism.<br />
<br />
Clearly the best way to prevent mass shootings at concerts is for every concert-goer to be armed with an automatic weapon. Multiple-thousands of guns in a packed arena or stadium are bound to make it a safer place, guaranteeing music-lovers an enjoyable, fear-free evening. Indeed for complete peace of mind – because a massacre might be launched from, say, an upper floor in a hotel across the street – concert-goers should consider renting mortars or bazookas, or even portable surface-to-air missile launchers lest the killer deploy a drone – all available from on-site kiosks provided by your friendly local NRA. As President Trump comforted the families and friends of the dead and wounded in Las Vegas, “We are here for you.”Ben Myershttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03800127501735910966noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-60040654279374069582017-10-05T12:04:00.000-04:002018-07-26T11:04:36.902-04:00A Month Without Jenson<div style="text-align: right;">
“Death indeed will terminate my story, but it will not conclude it; for it will make all my hopes into might-have-beens and my fears into never-minds, and so make absurd the anticipatory coherences by which I have lived. If I am to have a conclusion, it will have to be a resurrection.” </div>
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—R. W. Jenson (Aug 2, 1930-Sept 5, 2017)</div>
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It’s been a month since Robert Jenson left us to the tasks of Christian life: the speaking and hearing of the gospel. These tasks directed all of Jenson’s theology, and press towards questions of culture and life. Jenson refused to indulge the strategy of cultural retreat that attempted theology as though all the modern philosophical movements had not occurred. All contemporary theology jostles in the wake of Kant and Hegel and Heidegger and the rest. We must ask how we can speak the gospel faithfully, but without simply capitulating to modernity. We cannot be premodern, but neither can we be simply modern. Jens’s theology rescued this student of the tradition more than once from the worst excesses of modern theology.<br />
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As a young evangelical student, all of my brightest ideas were merely stolen notions taken from the reactionary and modernising evangelicals: a full-throated endorsement of divine passibility, a commitment to divine temporality (arising from a tendency towards univocity), credulity towards the “hellenisation” thesis, and a belief that divine love required libertarian human freedom. Like the worst kind of young evangelical modernist, I sifted through the tradition cynically, believing the ancient Christians to have been enthralled by pagan philosophies.<br />
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When my masters degree led me to my first detailed study of Jens’ theology, I presumed that his raging against certain elements of the tradition was animated by the same scepticism as my own. I had always taken Jens as holding to the Athenian captivity of the Church, but I found that his approach to the hellenisation thesis was more nuanced than I had supposed. In one reflection, Jens playfully dismissed the purity of theology by asserting that the boundary between theology and any other discourse is “blessedly ill-defined”. <br />
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The task of theology, Jens shows, is not to find its own peculiar pure discourse, but to evangelise—to speak the gospel and see what difference it makes. It would later become a commonplace statement for Jens: the early Christians did not “hellenise” the gospel, they evangelised their own antecedent hellenism. This single observation completely eroded the thrall of the hellenisation thesis for me. I no longer looked to ancient Christianity to see what was uncorrupted that could be salvaged, but to see just how the gospel had shaped the thought-forms of the ancient world. Jens taught me how to see the gospel as the engine driving all Christian discourse.<br />
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Startled from my doctrinal slumbers, I decided to make Jens the object of my doctoral studies. Though his theology is undoubtedly revisionist, my study of Jens’ writings revealed to me a deep commitment to the Christian tradition. I was amazed to find that he was only partially modernising, tending to keep the architecture of the tradition in place, while putting up new signs or perhaps offering a coat of paint here and there.<br />
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Sometimes the awakenings to Jens’ subtle treatment of the tradition came slowly. Having swallowed Hart’s assertion that Jens denies simplicity, and having witnessed Jens’ vociferous critiques of Augustine, I mistakenly concluded that Hart was right. Knee-to-knee with Jens in Princeton, I tried to provoke him to some remarks on divine simplicity. Jens began, “Of course God doesn’t have parts”, and proceeded to robustly defend the necessity of simplicity for a thoroughly Christian theology. I went home to Sydney and read all of his books again and finally found my error.<br />
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It's been a month without Jens—a difficult month for those of us shaped and supported by him and Blanche (and there are many of us). And yet, as he affirmed again and again, we slouch not towards the grave, but towards resurrection. We are each of us drawn forward into God's enjoyable presence, roused to life by the musical harmony of the restless divine activity. Though death may take us, we are each of us remembered by Father, Son, and Holy Spirit. "And to be remembered <i>there </i>is to live" (<i>On Thinking the Human</i>, 11).Unknownnoreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-61171113048120007662017-09-09T20:28:00.000-04:002017-09-09T20:28:37.199-04:00Clerihew for Robert W. Jenson (1930-2017)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Robert W. Jenson – Jens –<br />
Saw creation through a triune lens,<br />
And heard it in the key of Christ,<br />
A very, very, very nice<br />
Prelude to the fugue of Paradise,<br />
Composed by God the Holy, Holy, Holy,<br />
Who, of course, is roly-poly.<br />
Meanwhile, back at the ranch,<br />
Blessings to beloved Blanche.<br />
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Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-9051530954387564082017-08-16T00:43:00.000-04:002017-08-16T00:43:57.011-04:00DDD (Doodlings Deficit Disorder)<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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Gadzooks! It’s the 4th of July,<br />
when we boast we’re the <i>gens Domini</i>,<br />
and with napalm and nukes<br />
and a “Put up your dukes!”<br />
we give thanks to the Lord of the Flies.<br />
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Thank God for small mercies. Large, and even medium, are out of stock.<br />
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The natural state of the human is the inhuman. Even to begin to become human takes time and practice – lots and lots of practice.<br />
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How do you begin to change the world for the better? By having no such ambition whatsoever.<br />
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Looking for a church? Narrow the field: check if it has a Mission Statement.<br />
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I’ve just read Rod Dreher’s book <i>The Benedict Option</i>. It’s not bad for a first draft.<br />
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Write, write, write! You don’t need readers to write. Readers, however, do need writers to read.<br />
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Not long ago the “church in exile” was a heuristic with potential for exploring post-Christian ecclesiology. Alas, ignoring the critical element of judgment in Israel’s self-understanding of Babylonian captivity, contemporary Christians have reacted to their loss of status and privilege with bitter resentment and whinging self-pity. [Muffled sound of Jeremiah rolling in his grave.]<br />
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Don’t worry if your prayers are interrupted by dreams. It is sufficient that your dreams are interrupted by prayers.<br />
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My dear pastor, what if your congregation agrees with everything you say? Then you’re not doing it right.<br />
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I hear that progressive Christians are having a heated conversation about whether the Creeds should contain a trigger warning for left-handed people.<br />
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“Let you word be ‘Yes, Yes’, or ‘No, No’, or ‘It all depends, It all depends’; anything more than this comes from the evil one” (Matthew 5:37: Jesus, on second thought).<br />
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“Sincerity”, “transparency”, “accountability” – bullshit! What are you hiding?<br />
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People who are anyone-phobic usually know fuck-all about the anyone.<br />
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Why do I love Wittgenstein? Because of the audacity with which he dives headlong into the chaotic depths of mind and soul, the tenacity with which he excavates nuggets of incandescent clarity, and the posture at once humble, disconsolate, and serene with which he bows to the intractably unsayable.<br />
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“Every cloud has a silver lining”, an adage that goes back to gloomy Milton’s <i>Comus</i>: “Was I deceiv'd, or did a sable cloud / Turn forth her silver lining on the night?” [ll. 221-222]. The short answer, Comus, is Yes: clouds are sable all the way down.<br />
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“Trump” is a good name for a dog. Wherever the President goes, he barks, licks his balls, and pees on the fire hydrants, right?<br />
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Who said, “We’re all in this together”? Was it (a) Emperor Nero (to a visiting delegation of Christians at the Colosseum in July 64); (b) the Commander of Abu Ghraib (at a summer fête for the residents in August 2004); (c) David Cameron (to the people of austerity Britain at the Tory Party Conference in October 2009)? Prize: a “May Contain Traces of Bullshit” tee shirt (compliments of Ben Myers).<br />
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You gotta hand it to austerity governments for their environmental friendliness: I mean the conscientious way they recycle the red tape they cut from business and industry by sticking it on the forms filled in by desperate benefit claimants.<br />
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It is, of course, good to have an interrogative mind. But asking questions is useless if, as often, you don’t really want to know the answers.<br />
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Life’s a kitsch. Then you buy.<br />
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The name “Starbucks” is a despicable aspersion on the virtuous first mate of the <i>Pequod</i>. Surely the coffee company should be called “Ahabs”: after all, like the ship’s captain, its product is evil.<br />
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How about a name for a nursing home that is neither saccharine nor non-descriptive but tells it like it is? For example: The Baby Powder and Urine, The Children’s Revenge, The Not-on-My Bucket List, or (for the more literary), The One Hundred Years of Hebetude, The Unbearable Nightness of Being, The Hamlet Shuffle.<br />
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“Any change?” the cadger asked my wife. “The Change?” she replied (her hearing isn’t so good now). “Been there years ago. Now I’ve got The Decay.”<br />
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Young, you sing and dance the songs of passion; older, you whistle the tunes and tap your feet.<br />
<br />Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-57711007855121860002017-07-26T04:41:00.000-04:002017-07-26T04:41:12.626-04:00The parable of the Good Samaritan: the unexpurgated postscript<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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… And Jesus concluded, “Which one of these three, do you think, was a neighbour to the man who fell into the hands of the robbers?”<br />
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He said, “The one who showed him mercy.”<br />
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Jesus said to him, “Go and do likewise.”<br />
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Jesus’ interlocutor (whose name was Monty) said, “You mean, be kind to those in trouble or need?”<br />
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“Exactly,” said Jesus, “whoever they are, whoever you are.”<br />
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“Ya think?” Monty said. “You finally land the plane, and that’s your point?”<br />
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“Don’t you think it’s rather provocative,” suggested Jesus, with a teacher’s indulgence, “that it was a Samaritan, of all people, who showed kindness?”<br />
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“And why shouldn’t a Samaritan show kindness?” Monty demanded. “You got a problem with Samaritans?”<br />
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“No, of course not,” Jesus replied, a little defensively it must be said. “Don’t you see that …”<br />
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“Next you’ll be protesting that some of your best friends are Samaritans,” Monty interrupted.<br />
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“No, I was …”<br />
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“So you don’t have any Samaritan friends?”<br />
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“Well, yes, actually, I do,” countered Jesus. “There’s a woman I met at a well.”<br />
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“What’s her name?” Monty asked.<br />
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“Er,” hesitated Jesus. “To be honest, I can’t remember. I didn’t ask.”<br />
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“You didn’t ask? But you hang out together?” Monty pressed.<br />
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“Well, no, not exactly,” Jesus conceded.<br />
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“So you met this Samaritan woman, you don’t know her name, you don’t hang out together, yet you say she’s a friend of yours?” Monty smirked.<br />
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“Well, okay then,” Jesus backtracked, “she’s an acquaintance.”<br />
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“Just as I thought,” Monty declared. “Anyone else?”<br />
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“Well,” Jesus replied, trying to regain the initiative, “I recently healed a Samaritan – of eczema, as I recall. I saw him twice.”<br />
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“Twice, is it? As a patient? I guess that makes him a bosom buddy,” said Monty, ratcheting up the sarcasm.<br />
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“Well, no, but …”<br />
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“Another ‘acquaintance’ then?” Monty was relentless.<br />
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“Well, yes, but look,” an exasperated Jesus began to explain, “what I was doing was telling a story about a Samaritan to make a point about kindness and prejudice.”<br />
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“So it never happened. It’s fake news.” Monty was merciless.<br />
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“No, no, no” Jesus said shaking his head, “you’re making a category mistake.”<br />
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“A what?”<br />
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“A category mistake,” repeated Jesus. “It’s a semantic error in which …” he continued, then paused. Looking up from the bottom of a huge hole, he decided to stop digging. “Never mind,” he said.<br />
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“Okay, okay, tell me this,” Monty asked, going for the jugular. “Are any of your disciples Samaritans?”<br />
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Now completely discombobulated, Jesus sighed, “No, but …”<br />
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“Yes-but, no-but,” mocked Monty. “So you’ve got no friends who are Samaritans, and no disciples who are Samaritans, yet you bang on about a good Samaritan in a made-up story. You’re all mouth, aren’t you, Jesus? ‘Samaritan Lives Matter’.” Not to mention that you have a go at two fellow Jews in your little fable – two Jewish clerics – low-hanging fruit, or what? I mean talk about ethnic and religious profiling. What, are you some sort of self-loathing Israelite?”<br />
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“Now hang on …” Jesus remonstrated.<br />
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But Monty stopped him again. “I suppose the next thing you’re going to tell me is that you know some Roman who, iconically, has great faith.”<br />
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“Well, now that you mention it …”<br />
<br />Kim Fabriciushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/01885429040672113675noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14261952.post-47997080460864098372017-07-19T16:26:00.001-04:002017-07-19T16:27:10.328-04:00Holy feet<div class="p1">
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1l4SkYgSkiJ8eINZhtvzBn9D1vXQq30a7vGhmYVNTR8kJCjp5yu529cbOo8SUnLgFkj3WxWUmqmVJv_el6Gh_mUhxhagiVex_d5zUbht2hhiyKOhIu6s019xjqILCH1vi39dWg/s1600/IMG_9365.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" data-original-height="1067" data-original-width="1600" height="213" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_1l4SkYgSkiJ8eINZhtvzBn9D1vXQq30a7vGhmYVNTR8kJCjp5yu529cbOo8SUnLgFkj3WxWUmqmVJv_el6Gh_mUhxhagiVex_d5zUbht2hhiyKOhIu6s019xjqILCH1vi39dWg/s320/IMG_9365.JPG" width="320" /></a>I have today been required to reconsider every word I have ever spoken against natural theology. The reason? I have been reading scripture. One single verse of scripture can send shivers down the spine of any volume of dogmatics. Entire shelves of theology flee to cower in the darker corners of the library when confronted by an isolated pericope. Old Karl Barth thought that scripture upsets our inherited knowledge of God and morality, but my reading today has merely confirmed that which every Australian child knows: the perfection of bare feet.</div>
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In scripture, the highest theological idea is revealed in the lowest human extremity. The bare foot is the essence of human innocence. It is surprising to the point of embarrassment that I should even have to write this out, for the truth lies deeply embedded in our language. A shod foot is but one syllable short of being shoddy. It is only certain other Germanic languages that are confused on this matter, with the infernal similarity between the Dutch <i>schooen </i>(shoe) and the German <i>schön</i> (Is it any wonder that this was the language of Heidegger and Nietzsche?).</div>
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One could derive the entire doctrine of holiness from the unshod feet of Moses. Origen suggested that we interpret scripture allegorically when the plain sense is problematic. One may allegorise the Mountain, the Golden Calf, Moses’ shining face, but the one element of the narrative impossible to allegorise or demythologise is the perfect bareness of Moses’ feet. Calvin provides the correct interpretation: “If any prefer the deeper meaning (<i>anagoge,</i>) that God cannot be heard until we have put off our earthly thoughts, I object not to it; only let the natural sense stand first, that Moses was commanded to put off his shoes, as a preparation to listen with greater reverence to God.”</div>
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Moses could hear the voice of God only in his natural edenic state, unshod. This, of course, is the great scandal of humanity’s alienation from paradise: when Eve and her husband wished to hide from the garden-wandering God, they covered themselves. Genesis is silent on the precise nature of their covering only because it was so very obvious: they covered their feet.</div>
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The encased foot is humanity’s attempt to demarcate the natural from the human, to form a protective layer around the human soul. But in doing so we have trapped ourselves inside a claustrophobic space, sweaty and putrid. The evangelist goes to such lengths to describe the pavement of the heavenly city in the Apocalypse, because his hearers imagined themselves casting off their fallen footwear and running into God’s holy brightness. How else are we to enter the kingdom, after all, but as children at play?</div>
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