Showing posts with label apologetics. Show all posts
Showing posts with label apologetics. Show all posts

08 March 2005

Re-Dreaming Christianity

Beer and Belief
contributed by Peter J. Walker*

The man without the Spirit does not accept the things that come from the Spirit of God, for they are foolishness to him, and he cannot understand them, because they are spiritually discerned. — 1 Corinthians 2:14
 
Have you ever seen two babies try to have a serious, intimate conversation? Each baby is entirely wrapped up in what he or she wants and never listens to find out what the other baby is asking for. One baby wants milk and the other wants its diaper changed and neither is interested in the other, nor in learning how to walk the road ahead. A life of Faith often starts like that conversation. I'm learning to listen. In doing so, I hope I'm learning to walk.

Lots of my friends are not Christians. That is to say, most of them don't go to church or read the Bible often or identify themselves by any religious label. Most of my friends are spiritual, though. The Bible says that we are supposed to meet together regularly and share things about each other. The Bible says this will make us stronger. I think that's true, but Christians like to use this as an excuse to stay away from anyone who doesn't agree with their theology. This is a mistake. There are lots of Christians who aren't very close to God and lots of agnostics who are closer. I don't think God is a doctrine or denomination or political party. He's bigger than all of that.

Lately God's been moving me to listen in on what atheists and agnostics are saying about Christianity. Sometimes I find these revelations in bars or cafes. More recently, I sat down with two old friends, Chris and Bryan, over a six-pack of Fat Tire Ale.

Bryan is quiet, friendly and unshakably agreeable. In college, Bryan joined the Fellowship of Christian Athletes. He wasn't a Christian then, either. He just thought it would be a nice way to make new friends. Bryan and I have had numerous conversations about God but they always end in Bryan's openness to faith and his simultaneous lack of commitment. He doesn't feel any urgency to make a choice and it makes the fundamentalist parts of me squirm.

Chris is a self-identified philosopher and intellectual. He smokes lots of marijuana too. Once when he was high, Chris spent an hour explaining the beauty of human yearning that exists in the story of Pinocchio. When he gets started like that it's best to just let him go.

I began our conversation with a few questions: “I want to know what you guys believe about God and creation and eternity.” Not too broad, right?

“Well... okay,” Chris answered. He carefully began rolling a cigarette, first sprinkling his tobacco onto a small square of paper. “How about evolution first?” Chris licked the paper and sealed it tight. “I mean, if there's evolution, why is there still everything else? Like, why are there men and apes at the same time?” He flicked spilled tobacco leaves off his lap, “and why are fish and lizards and birds all here if they're all heading toward the same place?”

“It's random, so it doesn't affect an entire species,” said Bryan. He was staring out across the apartment complex. Not fully vested in the topic, I thought.

Randomly, Chris jumped on to a convenient tangent. He blurted out, “So, if God created Adam and Eve, maybe they were just super dope human beings! You know? Genetically! Maybe Jesus and Buddha and Gandhi were all in that bloodline,” he had a grin on his face as if that thought brought him some deep satisfaction.

I had little to say about Adam and Eve being “super dope.” I laughed and pushed into the subject Chris brought up himself with the Creation reference: “What do you think about Christianity?”
Chris thought again, paused, “Harmless.” Not what I expected. “Harmless... possibly benevolent. It's non-threatening to me… I guess the only threat is homogenization.”
“How do you mean?” I asked.

“If everyone became a Christian it would dilute the intellectual evolution of man. Just one big pool of similar ideas. No room to question things.” An interesting thought, since I've met few Christians who thought alike. I understood his point, though.

Bryan came in, “So what do you think happens when you die?”

Chris didn't answer. I followed: “Death? Do you think there's a Christian heaven?”

“That's a creatable thing,” Chris answered. “Either on earth or in actual heaven,” Chris paused on that thought, then, “If Christianity were good enough I'd be there now, but other things are good too. The path things enter my life through must be convenient. If I pick this beer up, it had better be convenient!” He gulped and Bryan rolled his eyes.

“Convenience,” Bryan chimed in now, “If you're looking for a spirituality, church doesn't have to be the end-all be-all of being spiritual. I can think about it on my own or hang out with friends like this. Church is fellowship. I can respect that. But there are so many ways to have that fellowship.”
I asked, “Then is there value in organized religion?”

“There's value in fellowship,” said Bryan. “It would have to be people whom I trusted and who were open minded. There's not a lot of value in going somewhere to have people tell you you're wrong.”

“Can I expand?” Chris asked. We nodded. “Churches are like support groups, you know, for people who want guidance... It validates them. I think marriage is a compact version of that. It's also easier for people to become excited when there are lots of people. It makes them zealous.”
“But some people go because they think they have to,” said Bryan.

“Yes. In Catholic church, my parents judged me from a standpoint of perfection instead of understanding I was imperfect,” said Chris. “I just wanted to sleep in on Sundays.”

“I wish people were more open-minded,” Bryan said. “It's intimidating to discuss all this with those who are so knowledgeable in their own religion. For me it's much more abstract. There's nothing I can gain from someone who doesn't value my questions.”

Something in that last statement rang true for me, like I needed to highlight it and pray about it and tell people to listen closely. No one had ever valued Bryan's questions; they had treated his curiosity as a battle to be won.

“And Hell is a good form of extortion,” Bryan continued, “Being good has a lot to do with it but it doesn't seem logical that someone could live an evil life and be saved on their deathbed,” A tough concept for us all. “I don't know. There are so many religions telling me so many things, and that if I don't choose one of them I'll go to hell. It just feels like extortion.” There was that word again. Extortion. Blackmail.

A part of me used to get frustrated that I couldn't “close the deal” with friends like Bryan and Chris. The other part was always left ashamed at the way my heart for God was still thinking in sales terms. That salesman will always be an embarrassing part of my inner-self, trying to turn my passions into marketable products.

So how do I make Christianity work for guys like Chris and Bryan? Do I tailor it to fit their comforts? Do I try to make it less offensive? I think not, but my humanism desperately tries to create a politically correct apologetic. Bryan himself said there was right and wrong — he even said that evil people shouldn't deserve heaven. So Christian or agnostic, we all have judgment hiding somewhere. God tells us to let that judgment go and trust Him to cover us with love. That makes all of this so exasperating: no matter how much I try to appeal to sensibility and logic, the Biblical God still flies in the face of all our wisdom.

* Peter Walker works with youth and worship ministries, desperately trying to forget the wrong answers and recover the right questions. He also creates the Essence Project.

07 November 2004

Some Favorite Quotations

 

Self-interest

"... what souls are these that run through this black haze?"
And he to me: "These are the nearly soulless
whose lives concluded neither blame nor praise.

They are mixed here with that despicable corps
of angels who were neither for God nor Satan,
but only for themselves. The High Creator

scourged them from Heaven for its perfect beauty,
and Hell will not receive them since the wicked
might feel some glory over them."

— Dante, Inferno III,29-48, John Ciardi, trans., Mentor Books, 1952, 1982.

"Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don't mean to do harm — but the harm does not interest them. Or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves."" — T. S. Eliot (1888-1965)

 

Church & State

The sword and crook are one, and only evil
can follow from them when they are together;
for neither fears the other, being one.

— Dante, Purgatorio XVI,110-112, John Ciardi, trans., Mentor Books, 1952, 1982.

 

Preaching

You mortals do not walk a single way
in your philosophies, but let the thought
of being acclaimed as wise lead you astray.

Yet Heaven bears even this with less offense
than It must feel when It sees Holy Writ
neglected, or perverted of all sense.

You do not count what blood and agony
planted it in the world, nor Heaven's pleasure
in those who search it in humility.

Each man, to show off, strains at some absurd
invented truth; and it is these the preachers
make sermons of; and the Gospel is not heard.

— Dante, Paradiso XXIX,85-96, John Ciardi, trans., Mentor Books, 1952, 1982.

 

The Big Picture

Oh grace abounding that had made me fit
to fix my eyes on the Eternal Light
until my vision was consumed in It!

I saw within Its depth how It conceives
all things in a single volume bound by Love,
of which the universe is the scattered leaves...

— Dante, Paradiso XXXIII,85-90, John Ciardi, trans., Mentor Books, 1952, 1982.

 

War

Oh shame to men! Devil with Devil damn'd
Firm concord holds, men only disagree
Of creatures rational, though under hope
Of Heavenly Grace: and God proclaiming peace,
Yet live in hatred, enmity, and strife
Among themselves, and levy cruel wars,
Wasting the earth, each other to destroy:
As if (which might induce us to accord)
Man had not hellish foes enow besides,
That day and night for his destruction wait.

— John Milton, Paradise Lost, II, 496-505, 1667

War is an ugly thing, but not the ugliest of things. The decayed and degraded state of moral and patriotic feeling which thinks that nothing is worth war is far worse. The person who has nothing for which he is willing to fight, nothing which is more important than his own personal safety, is a miserable creature and has no chance of being free unless made and kept so by the exertions of better men than himself. — John Stewart Mill

 

Faith & Reason

Without reason we would not know how to apply the insights of faith to the concrete issues of living. The worship of reason is arrogance and betrays a lack of intelligence. The rejection of reason is cowardice and betrays a lack of faith. — Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man, 20, 1955

The Greeks learned in order to comprehend. The Hebrews learned in order to revere. The modern man learns in order to use. — Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man, 34, 1955

Religious thinking is in perpetual danger of giving primacy to concepts and dogmas and to forfeit the immediacy of insights, to forget that the known is but a reminder of God, that the dogma is a token of His will, the expression of the inexpressible at its minimum. Concepts, words must not become screens; they must be regarded as windows. — Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man, 116, 1955

It is impossible for a man to begin to learn what he thinks he knows. — Epictetus

If you shut your door to all errors, truth will be shut out. — Rabindranath Tagore

 

Faith & Humor

God is a comic, playing to an audience that's afraid to laugh." — Voltaire
Thanks to Rev. Janet Sunderland, August 2001 Newsletter, Church of Antioch, Kansas City

"When I was a kid I used to pray every night for a new bicycle. Then I realized that the Lord doesn't work that way, so I stole one and asked Him to forgive me." - John Howard, past Olympian, ultracyclist, and Ironman Triathlon world champ

 

Inanimate Things

Inanimate objects are dead in relation to man; they are alive in relation to God. — Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man, 97, 1955

 

Ultimate Concern

Certainly God is more than "a name for that which concerns man ultimately." Only saints are ultimately concerned with God. What concerns most of us ultimately is our ego. The Biblical consciousness begins not with man's, but with God's concern. The supreme fact in the eyes of the prophets is the presence of God's concern for man and the absence of man's concern for God. — Abraham Joshua Heschel, God in Search of Man, 127, 1955

 

The Body of Christ

If we despise our brother, our worship is unreal, and forfeits every divine promise. When we come before God with our hearts full of contempt, and unreconciled with our neighbors, we are, both individually and collectively, worshipping an idol.... Not just our own anger, but the fact that someone has been hurt, damaged, or disgraced by us, who "has a cause against us," erects a barrier between us and God. Let us therefore as a Church examine ourselves, and see whether we have not often enough wronged our fellow men. Let us see whether we have tried to win popularity by falling in with the world's hatred, its contempt and its contumely. For if we do that, we are murderers. Let the fellowship of Christ so examine itself today, and ask whether, at the hour of prayer and worship, any accusing voices intervene and make its prayer vain. — Dietrich Bonhoeffer, The Cost of Discipleship, 144-145, 1937.

 

Duty

It is our duty as human beings to proceed as though the limits of our capabilities do not exist. — Pierre Teilhard de Chardin (1881-1955)
Thanks to Kay Goodnow

All that is necessary for the triumph of evil is that good men do nothing. — Edmund Burke (1729-1797)

 

Studying without a Teacher

Too often we put saddlebags on Jesus and let the donkey run loose in the pasture. — Rumi, The Essential Rumi, Coleman Barks, trans., 256.
Thanks to Christopher Hoover.

 

Specialization

A human being should be able to change a diaper, plan an invasion, butcher a hog, design a building, write a sonnet, set a bone, comfort the dying, take orders, give orders, solve equations, pitch manure, program a computer, cook a tasty meal, fight efficiently, die gallantly. Specialization is for insects. — Robert Heinlein, The Notebooks of Lazarus Long.

 

Business

The way you train the high-flying administrators, the mandarins, can be summed up in one sentence. It is to train people to be at ease with their consciences when they take decisions about things they do not understand. — Alan Dickinson (quoted in Rhodes, Deadly Feasts)

Many companies are attracted by a fantasy version of empowerment and simultaneously repelled by the reality. How lovely to have energetic, dedicated workers who always seize the initiative (but only when 'appropriate'), who enjoy taking risks (but never risky ones), who volunteer their ideas (but only brilliant ones), who solve problems on their own (but make no mistakes), who aren't afraid to speak their minds (but never ruffle any feathers), who always give their very best to the company (but ask no unpleasant questions about what the company is giving them back). How nice it would be, in short, to empower workers without actually giving them any power. — Peter Kizilos

 

Government

It covers the surface of society with a network of small complicated rules, minute and uniform, through which the most original minds and the most energetic characters cannot penetrate, to rise above the crowd. The will of man is not shattered, but softened, bent, and guided; men are seldom forced by it to act, but they are constantly restrained from acting. Such a power does not destroy, but it prevents existence; it does not tyrannize, but it compresses, enervates, extinguishes, and stupefies a people, till each nation is reduced to nothing better than a flock of timid and industrious animals, of which the government is the shepherd. — Alexis de Tocqueville, Democracy in America, Volume II, Chapter 4, Section 6, "What Sort of Despotism Democratic Nations Have to Fear"

It's unwise to pay to much, but it's worse to pay to little. When you pay too much you lose a little money — that is all. When you pay too little, you sometimes lose everything, because the thing you bought was incapable of doing the thing it was bought to do. The common law of business balance prohibits paying a little and getting a lot — it can't be done. If you deal with the lowest bidder, it si well to add something for the risk you run. And if you do that, you will have enough to pay for something better. — John Ruskin 1819-1900

Half the harm that is done in this world is due to people who want to feel important. They don’t mean to do harm, but the harm does not interest them, or they do not see it, or they justify it because they are absorbed in the endless struggle to think well of themselves. - T. S. Eliot

Democracy is two wolves and a lamb voting on what to have for lunch. Liberty is a well-armed lamb contesting the vote! - Benjamin Franklin

 

Language

The basic tool for the manipulation of reality is the manipulation of words. If you can control the meaning of words, you can control the people who must use the words. — Philip K. Dick (1928- 1982)

It depends on what the meaning of the word "is" is. — William Jefferson Clinton

When ideas fail, words come in very handy. — Goethe

 

Truth

In an age of universal deceit, telling the truth is a revolutionary act. — George Orwell
Thanks to Jay Nelson, Church of Antioch, Albuquerque, who uses it as a an e-mail signature.

As scarce as truth is, the supply has always been in excess of the demand. — Josh Billings

 

Vanity

I went out of that gallery and into another and still larger one, which at the first glance reminded me of a military chapel hung with tattered flags. The brown and charred rags that hung from the sides of it, I presently recognized as the decaying vestiges of books. They had long since dropped to pieces, and every semblance of print had left them. But here and there were warped boards and cracked metallic clasps that told the tale well enough. Had I been a literary man I might, perhaps, have moralized upon the futility of all ambition. But as it was, the thing that struck me with keenest force was the enormous waste of labour to which this somber wilderness of rotting paper testified. At the time, I will confess that I thought chiefly of the Philosophical Transactions and my own seventeen papers upon physical optics. - H.G. Wells, in The Time Machine as quoted at the end of Al Garcia's publication list.

I met a traveller from an antique land
Who said: "Two vast and trunkless legs of stone
Stand in the desert. Near them on the sand,
Half sunk, a shattered visage lies, whose frown
And wrinkled lip and sneer of cold command
Tell that its sculptor well those passions read
Which yet survive, stamped on these lifeless things,
The hand that mocked them and the heart that fed.
And on the pedestal these words appear:
`My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings:
Look on my works, ye mighty, and despair!'
Nothing beside remains. Round the decay
Of that colossal wreck, boundless and bare,
The lone and level sands stretch far away". - Percy Bysshe Shelley, "Ozymandias"

 

Progress

It is astounding to realize that perhaps half of all human knowledge has been discovered or created in the past century. But then again, so has half the bullshit. — Mrs. Scooper, circa 1988

There is a kind of stupidity with which even the Gods struggle in vain. — Schiller

 

Equality

The demand for equality has two sources: one of them is among the noblest, the other is the basest of human emotions. The noble source is the desire for fair play. But the other source is the hatred of superiority. At the present moment it would be very unrealistic to overlook the importance of the latter.

There is in all men a tendency (only corrigible by good training from without and persistent moral effort from within) to resist the existence of what is stronger, subtler, or better than themselves. In uncorrected and brutal small men this hardens into an implacable and disinterested hatred for every kind of excellence…

Equality (outside mathematics) is a purely social conception. It applies to man as a political and economic animal. It has no place in the world of the mind. Beauty is not democratic; she reveals herself more to the few than to the many, more to the persistent and disciplined seekers than to the careles. Virtue is not democratic; she is achieved by those who persue her more hotly than most men. Truth is not democratic; she demands special talents and special industry in those to whom she gives her favors.

Political democracy is doomed if it tries to extend its demand for equality into these higher spheres. Ethical, intellectual, or aesthetic democracy is death. A truly democratic education - one which will preserve democracy - must be, in its own field, ruthlessly aristocratic, shamelessly "high-brow." — C. S. Lewis, "Democratic Education" (1944)

09 February 2004

Commandments, Virtues & Sins

In case you need a reminder, here is an abridgement of the first ten (of 613) statements of law from the Hebrew Bible (Old Testament):
The Ten Commandments
  1. No worshipping gods other than God.
  2. No worshipping human creations.
  3. No disrespecting God's name.
  4. No working on the Sabbath.
  5. No disrespecting parents.
  6. No killing.
  7. No adultery.
  8. No stealing.
  9. No lying to harm another.
  10. No wanting another's spouse or possessions.
You might also find it helpful to remember:
Theological
Virtues
Cardinal
Virtues
Capital
Virtues
Capital
Sins
  1. Faith
  2. Hope
  3. Charity
  1. Prudence
  2. Justice
  3. Temperance
  4. Fortitude
  1. Humility
  2. Liberality
  3. Fraternity
  4. Meekness
  5. Chastity
  6. Temperance
  7. Diligence
  1. Pride
  2. Avarice
  3. Envy
  4. Wrath
  5. Lust
  6. Gluttony
  7. Sloth

17 December 2003

Christian Orthodoxy is not a Dental Procedure

A short guide for the perplexed
contributed by Peter Wright

A Christian Research report has revealed that a third of clergy doubt the resurrection and a half don't believe in the virgin birth. I'm guessing that we are meant to bury our faces in our hands with indignant horror at this information and shake our orthodox locks in despair. I don't want to give the impression that I think that orthodoxy [right belief - Scooper] is unimportant, (it yields 23 points in Scrabble, utilising those hard to lose "x" and "y's" and that's before you factor in any bonuses like triple word scores!). It's just that Christianity is so much more than a set of facts to which we are invited to give intellectual assent. The secular press loves to pick up on these chinks in the Church's armour, as if to say see even those nutty religious types don t believe in what they are supposed to be selling . Sadly we often play right into their hands. When was the last time you saw the papers pick up on an survey which revealed that 97% of clergy believed it was very important to love your neighbour as yourself, 89% believed that Christianity should champion the needs of the poor and dispossessed and a full 100% said they sometimes had doubts about their own faith but that it was central to their lives.

What is a Christian? I have been greatly helped in considering this question by reading Alan W. Jones's Soul Making:The Desert Way of Spirituality . He recounts a meeting with a desert monk who told him with a smile, "I am not yet a Christian but I have seen them." This speaks to us all about humility, awareness of our own weakness and a continued desire to seek God. As Jones also comments, seeing such Christians helps me to believe.

From time to time, the believer has to ask: "Am I who I say I am?" In my case, the question has a particular focus. Am I a Christian? I have my answer ready: "Yes, I am."

Even though I have already given my answer at one level, there are two reasons to pose the question here. One is that a pattern of questioning is part of the way I believe. Questioning of this sort deepens and strengthens me in my belief. Probing doubt is the handmaid of faith. It is my way of entering the Interior Castle. Two, the questioning process (by which I don t mean mere intellectual puzzle solving) itself is a revelation to me of God's gracious way of dealing with us. That is why believers, from time to time, need a break with their old ways of believing. Believers as well as unbelievers are in need of conversion. But it is easy to see why this approach doesn't go down too well in our culture. Few would want to be free of either their idolatrous imaginings or their fixed opinions.

Is a Christian someone who can place a confident tick against every one of the 39 articles of faith on every day of the year without thinking or someone who is prepared to wrestle with their doubts and insecurities and try daily to discover a love which is revealed in the pursuit of the reality of Jesus? Frederick Buechner (quoted in Philip Yancey's book Soul Survivor ) says that Christians should get up every morning and ask themselves, "Can I believe it all again today?" and that about half the time the answer should be," No," because the "No's" prove you are human and when the answer is "Yes," it really will be "Yes!" - choked with confession and tears.....and laughter.

What worries me most about a "tick the box" style of Christianity is that we are so quick to judge one another, to categorise each other as "in" or "out", "saved" or "unsaved." Am I so sure of my own rightness, my own complete understanding of the width and depth of God's love and grace? If so, I make a very lofty claim with a long way to fall.

I was inspired by the story (possibly apocryphal) recounted in Mike Yaconelli's book Messy Spirituality about the minister of a church who got up one Sunday and confessed he had lost his faith but to his surprise the church elders met and then reassured him that they still believed in God and in His love for their minister. They would like him to stay on and talk about his doubts in the Sundays to come. In time he came back to faith but it was the love of his congregation which saved him — not attempts to ram orthodoxy down his throat.

It will not be the quality of our argument but the depth of our love which brings someone to God. In the end God is not a concept to be understood but a person to be loved. Real relationships are always hard, sometimes painful, full of misunderstandings and disappointments as well as joy and love.
Going deeper into God is often more mysterious than we imagined, more exhilarating than we believed. God continues to surprise me with the depth of His love and being, putting into sharp contrast my own shallowness.

Is it unimportant what the church presents to the world as "The Christian Faith?" The church in all its forms has kept Christ in the minds of humans for two millennia and this witness has been unimaginably important but it has also been one of the primary causes of it's own downfall when it has put orthodoxy before love and conformity before charity. When considering orthodoxy I am always reassured by the fact that Jesus was not a legalist and was often criticised for his own lack of orthodoxy by the religious people of his day. Faith is a most thrilling journey — put on your seat belt and clench your buttocks! If we remember our own weaknesses then orthodoxy becomes a signpost for the path and less like pulling teeth!

22 October 2002

In the Mind's Eye

Atheist physicist implies the existence of God?
Tiger, tiger, burning bright
in the forest, in the night.
What immortal hand or eye
Could frame they fearful symmetry? — William Blake
Steven Weinberg, whom I had the privilege to know when I was a graduate student, is an atheist. He believes the vast weight of evidence gathered from 300 years of science since Newton points to the inescapable conclusion that God, as Jews, Christians, Muslims, or anyone else might conceive of God, does not exist.

Prof. Weinberg shares the 1979 Nobel Prize in physics with Abdus Salaam and Sheldon Glashow for their key contributions to what has become the "Standard Model" of elementary particle theory and cosmology, namely their unification of the electromagnetic and weak-nuclear forces. As such, Weinberg is eminently qualified to write the three-volume graduate level text, The Quantum Theory of Fields. As if this were not enough, he writes with a grace and clarity that make it a relative delight to read what, in lesser hands, can be a tedious subject. It is a "must read," if you are a theoretical physicist. Short of that, however, there is still a revelation in it that I must tell you about.

To begin, Weinberg admits that we believe that Quantum Field Theory (QFT) is only an approximation to a more exact theory that may grow out of current attempts at String Theory. Therefore, he emphasizes those aspects of QFT that he thinks will stand the test of time, and will continue to be features of a more advanced theory. The most fundamental of those aspects is symmetry — the way the properties of a particle stay the same (or not) under certain transformations of space-time. These transformations are rotations (spinning around), translations (standing at different places) and boosts (which are shifts to a frame of reference that is moving at a high, but constant, velocity). Together, these transformations are called the inhomogeneous Lorentz group.
Now there are a number of mathematical ways to represent the Lorentz group. Any set of symbols and rules to manipulate them will do, provided that the symbols and rules behave the same way the Lorentz group does. Those representations, that cannot be decomposed into subgroups that also represent the Lorentz group, are called irreducible representations of the Lorentz group.

And now the point of all this mumbo-jumbo: Weinberg writes on page 63 of Volume I, "It is natural to identify the states of a specific particle type with the components of a representation of the inhomogeneous Lorentz group which is irreducible...."

I'm stunned by that statement. What it means is that the irreducible representations of the basic symmetries of our universe give rise to the possibilities of all the sub-atomic particles, and thus to all the matter, in the universe. This is the closest thing you are ever likely to see to a Platonic Form in actual existence and effect.

In case you skipped that part of the college experience, the ancient Greek philosopher, Plato, a student of Socrates, believed that things existed in reality only because their ideal, perfect Forms existed in the realm of the mind. For example, a circle could be drawn on the ground only because of the existence of the ideal Form of a circle in the mind.

Now we know that Platonic Forms are hogwash, because our minds are not powerful enough to make anything exist, just by thinking. One can think very clearly of things that do not and cannot exist, and even draw pictures of them, like the art of M. C. Escher. And yet, there it is — the irreducible representations of the inhomogeneous Lorentz group are the Forms of elementary particles, and thus, of all matter that exists.

To me, it begs the question: In whose mind can the irreducible representations of the inhomogeneous Lorentz group give rise to reality? This is probably as close as theoretical physics has ever come to postulating the existence of God, and we have been brought here by an atheist.

Who knows? God may have planned it that way, just for the irony.

25 December 2001

Top Fallacies about Christianity

Christians wouldn't welcome someone like me into their Church.

That depends on which Christians. Have you ever walked into a church whose members were a different color than you? Blending in is not always an option during what Martin Luther King called "the most segregated hour in America." But in general, the more authentically Christian the congregation, the more welcome you will find yourself. And remember, most Christian churches wouldn't welcome the historical Jesus either, but we're trying to get better about that.

Christianity is just a cult like any other.

Christianity began as the quintessential anti-cult. Consider that cults usually wind up killing their followers and their opponents. Christianity began with outsiders killing the leader. The followers were neither homicidal nor suicidal, nor were they asked to be. They were emboldened with a miraculous courage to proclaim the Truth as they understood it. Christianity really is about getting in touch with God, not rallying around a psychopath (which is what cults are about).

I can be a Christian without attending Church.

From its beginning, Church has always been understood as community. Even ascetic hermits who meditated alone for years had their influence on the unfolding Church. In other words, if you are called to Christianity, you are called to make yourself known to the Church and the Church to you.

Modern day Christians are mostly Televangelists and their viewers.

Hardly. When my pastor was asked about Televangelism, he replied, "When was the last time a TV screen handed you the wine and the wafer (the elements of the Eucharist or Holy Communion)?"

I can be "spiritual" without being "religious."

Without a normative tradition to stand for or against, you can engage in what Bellah, et al. in Habits of the Heart, called Sheilaism. Sheilaism a hyper-individualistic "my-way" of dealing with one's religious impulses, named for a woman whom the authors interviewed. As such, it does not build institutions that shape societies, which is one of the functions of religion, but it may tear them down, which would be a demonic perversion of religion. In other words, your individualistic faith will do nothing for your world. Even Jesus stood in relation to the normative tradition of his day.

Christianity is not relevant to a technological world.

"Of all the dispositions and habits which lead to political prosperity, religion and morality are indespensable supports....Where is the security for property, for reputation, for life, if the sense of religious obligation desert the oaths which are the instruments of investigation in courts of justice? And let us with caution indulge the supposition that morality can be maintaned without religion. Whatever may be conceded to the influence of refined education on minds of peculiar structure, reason and experience both forbid us to expect that national morality can prevail in exclusion of the religious principle." — George Washington's farewell address.

There is not one mention of technology in that statement, which remains as true today as when Washington spoke it over two centuries ago. In other words, technology is not relevant to the human need for religion.

All Christians are hypocrites.

So? Do you know of any religion or ethical system whose adherents are not hypocrites to some extent? At least Christianity recognizes this and makes room for it with the doctrine of the Forgiveness of Sin.

Christians can't let themselves have any fun.

Yeah, right. Like we never have any fun here. A humorless faith is an idolatrous faith. If it ain't ever any fun, its probably a foul fantasy.

All Christians are conservative.

Actually, the dominant movements in world Christianity are liberal, like the World Council of Churches. Christians come in all political persuasions. Just pick a congregation in tune with where you are now, and enjoy.

Religion is a sham for the weak-minded.

It's not a sham. It is a constructive way of living with our religious impulses. Basically, religion is for those of us who can't get along without God. Of course our minds are weak, compared to say, God's Mind. So are our bodies and our souls. We participate in religion to connect with our source of strength.

There is no hard evidence for Christianity or any religion.

So... You are convinced without proof that empirical evidence is necessary for you to believe in, or trust in, anything. How long have you had this delusion? How long have you denied all the things you do accept without proof just to get through each day? In our world, the world God gave to us, we live by proof. In God's World, the world to come, we live by faith. It is our job to live in both worlds at once. Trust me, it takes a some common sense.

22 May 2001

Sometimes God Cries

contributed by Kay Goodnow

We are the ones we have been waiting for. — Oraibi, Arizona, Hopi Nation

All of the premises of Christianity are based on the teachings of one man. That man was a rebel. He dared to question. He dared to defy authority. He dared to lead with his heart.

He redefined God. He defined church. His words were passed along from one to another of us, and they were eventually recorded. His message was loud and clear, but it was gentle.

He spoke of forgiving. He said that we must forgive each other, just as God has forgiven us. And in that forgiving, we must first forgive ourselves.

He spoke of loving one another. He said that we must love one another, just as God has loved us. And in that loving, we must first love ourselves.

He spoke of justice and equality, and of the magnitude of the life force that surrounds and inspires each of us, calling to us from the heights, as well as from the depths, of infinity. He spoke of spirit and knowledge and truth. And he said that we must first find, and then nurture, our truth.

His words changed the world that he knew, and they are still changing this world, as we know it. And in that changing, we must first change ourselves.

He was a messenger, and he was a channel. He was the epitome of an example. He ordered no one. He made simple suggestions. He shared what he knew as truth with everyone. He did not discriminate and he did not condemn. Those who found his truth to be right for them followed him. Those who did not, he let be.

He knew that the human condition is what it is: reality; imperfect, weak and frail. He knew that God is in each of us. And he sent us out, into the world, to tell his story and to carry his message. He knew that it would be an imperfect journey.

He said simply "Follow me!" And he set the examples of truth, spirit and knowledge. He was, to a degree, introspective and contemplative. He listened for, and he heard God. That was all that he needed to do. He was a healer, instilling in others the courage to be themselves.

Two thousand years later he is still with us. He is still forgiving, still loving, and still changing. He gently reminds us to listen for God, and to hear Him. As he said then, "My Father is with you always!" He is and always has been all that we will ever need.

And we are still what we are, as our imperfect journey continues.

And his church? What charge did he give to his church?

Did he say, "Go now, in my name, and gather all the riches of the world?"
Did he say, "Build large edifices to my glory, and fill them with treasures?"
Did he say, "Exclude those who do not fit by definition?"
Did he say, "Become powerful, and rule in my name?"
Did he say, "Go and abuse those who trust in you and in my name?"
Did he say, "Wage war in my name, maim and kill those who do not comply?"
Did he say, "Avenge my death?"
Did he say, "Worship me?"

NO, he did not. Sometimes, God cries.

He knew it would be an imperfect journey. In that journey, I rest my case.

31 October 2000

Karras of Thebes

Fiction contributed by Kay Goodnow
2000

We are the ones we have been waiting for. — Oraibi, Arizona, Hopi Nation

I went back in time.

I awoke in a semi-darkened room. For a moment, I could not identify my surroundings and I experienced a feeling of disquiet that edged on fear. The familiar sound of wind stirring the palm trees just beyond the limits of my vision triggered the awareness of reality. I was, then, fully awake. And I was at home.

The room brightened slowly as the sun added luster to the river outside my door. Sounds of the morning prevailed and brought with them the knowledge that I had lived through another night, only to wonder how I would survive another day. I lay still, certain that any movement would reactivate the pain and yet hopeful, somehow, that the pain had gone away. Nights had grown to mean escape, release from the entrapment of the day. This night, as in the many nights that had preceded it, there had been no dreams.

It would soon be fully day and the people, my friends, would be coming with their questions, just as they had been coming here since I had first become an answerer. They would want to know the news of my journey. I closed my eyes and tried not to remember, tried not to think, tried not to feel.
The journey had been very difficult. The pain that was always present in my lower back and legs had been nearly unbearable. It had increased with each day of travelling and had made sleep nearly impossible. I should not have gone and would not have gone, but my friend Arius felt that it was important.

Arius.* His name alone brings memories of happier times, of youth and laughter and a drive to live. Although Arius is older than I, he is, in many ways, much younger. He had first come to Thebes when I was a youth. I had listened to his words and his message had spoken to my heart. When he went away I became the answerer and that was over two decades ago, nearly three. A long time, too long. No, I should not have made this journey, even though Arius had come back to Thebes with his eyes bright and his love as constant as it had been from the beginning.

Arius had come back to talk with the people. He had come back to explain to them the things that were happening on the distant side of the world. There had been pain in him, the pain of disquiet and unrest. He spoke of peril and dissent. His words had seemed incredible to most of us, although there had been rumors from time to time, brought to us by the merchants.

I sat up, slowly. The pain returned. It was good to be home, good to be in familiar surroundings. Good to feel the heat of the sun and the wind and the sand, good to be joined again with the azure peacefulness that is the Nile. The palms continued to stir gently as though whispering reassurance. "I am glad to be home," I sighed, "It is good to be at home." The pain eased, lulled for the moment by the contentment experienced in familiar surroundings.

The Council had met for many days and each was longer than the last. After the long journey I had believed I would find rest in meeting with other answerers. But when I asked after Arius, I had learned that he would not be present. It was believed that there were five of us from Egypt, possibly more. I wondered if the others from my country were feeling his absence. I was incomplete and, to a degree, lost.

There had been talks, hours of talks, and much of what was said had been incomprehensible to me at first. The talks continued until the tapers gave no more light, until darkness settled around us. Each day was the same but not the same. The tone changed, fluctuated. An aura of hostility appeared, disappeared and then reappeared. Friends argued and were no longer friends, enemies became friends.

I shuddered, remembering. I should not have gone.

My time had passed. There had been, as yet, no young answerer who had come along to take my place. There had been no signs of interest among the people as to leadership, not as yet. I believed that the people wanted and needed their answerer, and perhaps someone would come forth just as I had, on that long ago day, when our old answerer had died. Arius would know what to do, if only he were here. But that was impossible. Impossible!

I shook my head and felt the vague sting that signifies tears in my eyes and in my heart. It was difficult to move, even across the room to the door, just as it had been difficult to move in the Council room with its rows of long tables and ceaseless conversation. I had tried to count the number of answerers there one day, and had to stop shortly after counting one hundred. The dimness that lives in my eyes would not permit a counting of the rest.

There had been so many things to hear, so many people talking, saying things that I had never needed to question and which no answerer could explain. No explanation was necessary. I had wondered at the questions and even from the start had sensed stirrings from inside of me that I had never felt before. I am an answerer. The others are answerers. There is no need for these questions, as the answers are known within me, within each of us. At first I had spoken with some of the others and I had asked them why they were questioning. They had looked at me in the strange way that foreigners look. "Why do you question?" I had asked, "Do you not feel the answers within? Why is there wondering?" They had shaken their heads, and they had walked away and, finally, I stopped asking.
As the days passed, tension mounted. Anger was exchanged openly among the answerers. I had never seen anger in an answerer before and I had felt fear. I wished I had not made this journey and I longer for the solace of Arius.

I watched the many whispered conferences and the fear in me grew. Slowly I realized that the answers that were being accepted here were not the right answers. The questions were wrong, yes, but once asked they had to be answered. The Council had so decreed. But the answers were wrong, very wrong. I could not understand why the others did not know this. I could not understand why, one by one, they seemed to accept this decision and keep silent. The opposing sides seemed gradually to merge together, forming a mass of acceptance of which I could never be a part. I held on to hope for as long as I could and felt the fears grow beyond description as I let go of hope. These things were wrong.

Nearly at the end, fatigued from the pain what was a part of me always, eyes dimmed by the smoking tapers and the many people in the room, I had risen to state my beliefs and there had been silence, even from those I considered to be friends. The foreboding silence screamed of danger and peril, both before and after I spoke. Arius had indeed been correct. There was a threat here such as I had never known, even in my three decades as the answerer. The threat was isolation, loneliness.
That evening, as I lay fitfully in my room, wishing to be back where the Nile weaves forever they came to visit me. There were six in all, and they were of the group that call themselves ‘Episkopos.’ I had difficulty rising to meet them, the pain was fierce and it had traveled to my heart.

One of them spoke. "Dear friend," he said, in the customary greeting (and I wondered why he called me friend when he knew that I was not his friend) "We have come to counsel and to consider. Please understand that what we say is meant to help you in this difficult time."
I did not hear all of what they said. There were times when all of them had talked at once and what I heard was like the buzzing of the bees in the warmth of the spring. They smiled with their lips and threatened with their eyes. They talked of Constantine and of battles waged and won under the shield of Jesus. "Surely," they said, "It is God who wins these battles. Therefore if Constantine decrees that Jesus is God, it is because God wishes it so. Would you go against God?"

I did not answer. I thought of Arius, and of the messages he had brought, and of the years of questions I had answered through that same message. These things were not necessary. It did not matter at all. The Christ had brought the message, and it had not included Constantine or battles fought beneath the banner of the church.

Even as I thought of Arius, the Episkopos spoke of him. "He is banished," one of them said, "Constantine has so decreed. He can never again return for his answers are impure and not as we would have them. He is in exile and you will never see him again. Arius is a fortunate man. If Constantine had not fought beneath the banner of Christ, Arius would have been executed for his answers."

Fury rose within me and I had great difficulty repressing it. Age and the pain eased it to some extent. When I did speak it was only to ask the question and, even then, to know ahead of time what the answer would be.

"What kind of message is this?" I asked, "That would banish an answerer from his people, separate him from his beloved friends, exile him from the home of his manhood? What kind of message does battle in the name of the Christ whose message speaks of love? Who answers in this way, with the anger of questions that have no answers? What is it that you fear?"
They did not answer. They stood quietly for a moment and then they turned as one person and they walked away. One of them came back and in his eyes were the dark coals of slumbering hatred.

"Those who follow Arius," he said, "Will also be exiled."

I had tried to sleep then, that last night in Nicaea, this time believing that possibly I would not have to rise again. The buzzing in my head had become a roar and I finally slept. That night I dreamed a thousand dreams that had no end. Morning came too soon. I was one of the last to enter the Council chamber and I could hardly bear to sit.

Most of the night I had struggled with what my response would be. I saw Arius in my dreams, exiled into a cold and dark place, alone. I thought about my own exile and dreamed again of a place that held no light and had no walls; dreams changed to nightmares and I woke screaming. I could not face exile! I knew myself to be too weak. And so I entered the Council chamber knowing that I would agree to this pronouncement, even though I knew it to be wrong. Arius would understand. In many, many ways he was much younger than I.

The vote was taken in the Roman way, with "ayes." There were no "nays." There was not even the vaguest sigh of a "nay." I considered the possibility that Constantine is greater, even, than God. But knowing my own decision and the reasons for it, I decided that there were probably other decisions with other reasons. Reasons which were a part of each answerer and which were unknown to me.

Perhaps they too know fear.

Throughout the voyage home physical pain blended with emotional pain. Many times I believed I would not be able to pass another hour, even take another step and I had hoped for the end. Asking God for the blessed mercy of death, I knew that it was not the pain from which I needed to be free, not the physical pain, but the black pit of compromise. I had sold my own heart in exchange for the home in which my body could die.

Today is the morning of the sixth day since my return. The people are coming, as they do always on the sixth day. I can hear them outside and it is time to tell them, but it is not the time to answer. For the first time I cannot answer. For the first time I will not be able to answer their questions.
I go slowly through the door. Although the sun is bright I see dimly through my tears. They greet me with cries of welcome and call for the story of my journey and of the great Council. But first, they want news of Arius.

I speak, but the buzzing in my head is intense and it is difficult to hear my own words. I love them and they feel my love. And somehow, inside of them, without having to ask the question, they know that today I will be unable to answer, to satisfy their wonderings. They are silent. I feel their love and it warms me.

"Dearly beloved," I begin, "It is nearly three hundred years since the Christ died and in that time there have been many questions and many answerings…"

The bees in my head make it impossible to think. I hesitate in direction. From the crowd there comes the cry, "What news is there of Arius?" They wait, expectantly.

I began again. "Some of the wonderings that are not questions have caused alarm with the church and the Council met to answer them. These wonderings are not new to the church in Thebes, for we have always known the answer as brought forth by the Christ. Three hundred years is a very long time, and the message does not seem as clear for others as it does for us…"

They were silent. My head ached, weighted as with the stones of the pyramids. I could feel Arius there with us, silent and strong, and I knew that what I would say would be right and that another answerer was even then preparing to follow behind me.

"Constantine the Great, along with the Council called to Nicaea, has given answers to some of the wonderings that should not be questions. Because of the answers, Arius if in exile, never to return…"
Tears blinded me. The pain in my back and legs went away, replaced by the pain in my heart and in my head. My arms felt heavy, my hands numb with cold in the dry heat of the morning. I looked for the sun and realized that it had dimmed considerably. Some of the murmur of the people reached my ears, but it was vague and distant. I choked on the words that I both wanted and needed to say, choked as I began to explain that I too had been a part of that decision. My legs gave way.
I saw a figure break from the crowd and come forward, placing a strong arm around my waist and helping to support me. I felt within me that here was the answerer, come forward as needed, even as I had gone forward years before.

His voice was soft and gentle, yet, he spoke with quiet authority, I could see that he was as I had been, and that his life was young and that this was to be his way.

"Beloved Karras, rest now. The journey has been long and painful for you. It is good to have you home again!" His words were gentle on my mind, soothing, blending with the whispered qualities of the breeze high among the palms. "I can see that you are troubled. It is a long time since there has been trouble, but we must not forget that trouble brings peace, just as in the time of Jesus. Beloved Karras, with the message comes knowledge of the meaning of the words ‘I am with you always, even until the end of time.’ God is present now, just as He always has been, and the answer that troubles you is the answer of men and not of the message. It will change, again and again, until it is the right answer, even as we know that our answer is what it must and always will be."

His words brought me strength I had not felt for a very long time. He was like Jesus and he was like Arius: gentle but strong, honest but loving, a leader chosen to follow.

The beehive in my head quieted and I lay there on the ground, knowing that my world was filled with peace and with love. I had come home to die, had given Arius exile because of my own fear of being alone, away from my people.

"It is time," I said, as the sun faded to night and the whisperings of the palms became crescendos and the Nile rose up to meet me.

"He is gone," the young answerer said, "So shall it be. For the answer to the wondering that should not have been a question could not be a part of his reality. All in time, in time. What possible difference can it make?"


I returned to my own time, seventeen hundred years later. I felt the spirit of Karras as peaceful. I sighed, and woke to the reality of a friend watching me closely. I was at the office and it was midday. Just for a moment, the rays of the sun were red.

"Daydreaming again?" she asked quietly, her eyes full of humor. "You have been staring out that window, ignoring telephone and typewriter for at least ten minutes now!"

I smiled my ‘guilty’ smile and mentioned that it had been a very long journey and that, for some reason, I felt tired. Because she is my friend, I did not need to explain why.

"I want you to know," I thought to the voice in my head, "That it made one whale of a difference!" "I do know," said the voice in my head, and it was filled with the love that whispers like the wind in the palms, "I do know."

* Arius taught that Christ was not God, but a creation of God, half human and half Divine, like the demigods of pagan Rome. Had Arius prevailed at the council of Nicaea, Christianity might have died as one cult among many. But Christianity existed for 300 years before Arius, and before even the notion of the Trinity. The first Christians did not ask in pagan, mystical-philosophical terms who Christ was. They simply knew. - Scooper

15 April 2000

Facets of the Resurrection

Here I use fiction to understand the Resurrection by imagining the reaction of some of the witnesses. This has been read in congregations world wide.

I keep returning to this place and time. A large boulder, golden in the sun, stands beside the open entrance to a tomb.


I saw Him! At first, I couldn't believe my crying eyes, but He is alive! The man who saved my life has reclaimed His own!

I wanted to touch Him, I wanted to throw myself into His arms for joy, but he stopped me. He said He wants to meet us in the hill country north of here. And then He vanished.

But I did touch Him. Just before he went, I knelt and touched His sandal.

Now, I don't know what to think. The past few days have been so nightmarish, and now they are ended by this simple glory — He is alive! How can I tell the others so that they will believe me? May the Lord give my mouth the words to speak, and them the ears to hear.

I have to go. I have to see Him again. North, in the hill country.
— Mary Magdalen


The women are convinced that they saw Jesus alive this morning. I understand how people can see what they want to see, if they want it badly enough. Our hearts can lead our eyes to deceive.

Still, God knows I wish it were true! But I have to do more than see. I need to hear him, to touch him, before I can believe it.

If he hadn't killed himself, Judas would have died of heartbreak this morning, hearing the women.
— Thomas


I tell you I don't know what happened. I passed out, see. And no, I was not the worse for drink. I hadn't had a drop more than usual. I just passed out, and when I came to, this boulder was moved and so was he. He was gone. How the boulder got rolled, I don't know. The only new footprints about are small, like ladies' sandals, and not enough of 'em to roll that.

Anyway, he was dead, and now he's dead and gone. What's it to you?
— A Roman soldier
 Resurrection? Only the pagans believe in resurrections, and promiscuously so.

As for us, our prophets Enoch and Elijah were taken up, but they did not die. If and when they return, it will not be from the dead, because the Lord took them to Himself, rather than sending them to Sheol, the Place of the Dead.

If these rabble-rousers sincerely believe this falsehood, then not even the threat of death will stop them, and the hard choice I made in getting their leader executed may have been in vain. They could bring the wrath of our occupiers down upon us, ending the official toleration of our religion, destroying us as a people. Surrounded by enemies, occupied by enemies, and now enemies within.

May the Lord preserve us!
— Caiaphas, Head Priest
 My cowardly silence at his trial, and again when the Procurator offered to release him, helped his enemies kill him. The least I could do was to give him the tomb I had built for the day when I would leave this world. And now they say he is risen from the dead. That he just got up and walked out.

I feel as if the awful drama, in which I and so many others sacrificed his life to save ours, has been undone, taken back, blotted out. I feel forgiven.

I must find him, if I can, and beg forgiveness from him. Then this feeling will become real.
— Joseph of Arimithea
Now this is too much! The guy preached a false Torah, claiming that the relationship of all Israel to the Lord is as nothing — that we must each relate to the Lord as individuals. Ha! To be the Chosen People, we must be all together one people, Israel. His cult of hyper-individualism could destroy us from within!

His just punishment should have put an end to that. But now his followers claim that he is come back from the dead! These cultists will stop at nothing. I suppose it's my job, my calling, to knock them off their high horse.
— Saul of Tarsus, Pharisee
 My Roman masters will say that Rumor has run through the city, whispering that the seditious faith-healer, whom Pilate crucified, has sprung back to life as if he were one of their gods! Then they'll say that the Pantheon's too full to admit a barbarian whose wretched ghost couldn't keep his friends from scaring a drunken guard and stealing his corpse.

Perhaps I can convince the real powers of this world that if we eliminate his followers, the mob will take them for martyrs, and become even more restless. Best to leave them alone to make fools of themselves.

It is ironic that this man's followers now preach a message that is heresy to both my masters' religion, and my people's. I suppose it would be heretical to me, too, if I could still believe.
Ultimately, it will not matter. Time will snuff this out, as it does all things.
— Herod Antipas, Tetrarch of Judea
 These Israelites all look alike and have the same names. On the one hand Jesus of Nazareth, who called himself the Son of Man, and apparently also the Son of God, and King of the Jews. On the other, Jesus Bar-Abbas, Jesus the Son of the Father. No wonder some people think the one executed has risen from the dead. They confuse him with the one I freed.

It seems there is no way to keep order among these confused, contradictory, and stubborn people. You do what they ask, and they hate what you do. Ye gods, shorten my stay here, and send me back to civilized Rome!
— Pontius Pilate, Roman Prefect of Judea
He is risen, the rumor says. Maybe he was God. Maybe the other rumor is true, that his followers stunned the guards and stole his body.

I say the proof will come with time. If he is risen, let him come back with power to free us from these foreigners. If we are not freed, then, risen or not, he is not the Messiah.

And whatever happens, May God have mercy on me, a sinner.
— Anonymous bystander
This changes everything! At first I thought the women were addled with grief, but then I went and saw the tomb myself.

No, the movement which experienced it's leader's death is not ended — because its leader is no longer dead, but lives! This movement is just beginning. And it will live because its leader has power over death itself. The movement shall live because we shall not die, but live. With Him! For surely, if He raised Lazarus, and raised Himself, He will not forget us?

Now I know that He is the Messiah! What wonderful things must come! I can hardly wait to go north tomorrow and find out!
— Peter

Facets of the Cross

 Here I use fiction to explore the meaning of the crucifixion by imagining the reactions of some of the witnesses. It has been read in congregations world wide.

I keep returning to this place and time. Under a darkening sky, the man hangs from a wooden stake, the intervals so long between wrenching gasps, that each one threatens to be his last.

Thus ends the career of another country bumpkin preacher. That's what they'll all say. God knows, I would have killed for him, or even died in his place. But I won't get myself or anyone else killed just to die along with him! That would be a fine thing — the leader dies, so let the led die, too.
The thing to do now is to gather the movement and get out of town until things quiet down. But how to keep the movement together without him is beyond me. Until now, I didn't realize how much a cult of personality this thing had become.

Even I thought he was practically God! Why does nothing happen? Why do the heavens not tear open and roll up like a scroll? Why does the world continue in the face of this?

Because in the final analysis, he's just a guy like any other guy. And like any other guy, he is overcome by death. God help him. God help us all.
— Peter

"You cannot crucify this man," I want to have said, "unless you crucify me with him." And maybe another would have said the same thing. And another, and so on, until the list of victims became so long and included so many influential people, that they couldn't have crucified any of us. But I was afraid no one else would join me, leaving me to sacrifice myself horribly, to no purpose. And so I left him. Only two justly condemned robbers share his misery. After him this day, they are the most innocent of us all.

"Give us Bar-Abbas!" the crowd had shouted, naming the prisoner they sought to free. As for Jesus, "Crucify him!" The voices calling to free Jesus were few, and quickly cowed into silence. How neatly we divided into those calling for his death, and those not resisting it. No, my gambit wouldn't have worked. But there is a gray zone between the persecutors — the Roman Governor, the Chief Priest and council, the angry crowd, the Roman soldiers — and the victim, Jesus. And I am in it — made less human because I did not stand up for what makes me human.

I stand with others like myself, and Peter, alternately a bully and a coward, who wounded the priest's slave when Jesus was arrested, and then lied about even knowing Jesus when someone asked him. But I can take no comfort from that. I am responsible for my own inaction. I want to feel that I am better than Judas, the betrayer. But without unresisting people like me, corrupted by our simple desire to survive, his betrayal would not have brought Jesus to this.
— Joseph of Arimithea
The man is guilty, so they say. If he is not God, he is guilty of making pronouncements that only God can make. If he is God, he is guilty of leaving his people oppressed by foreigners. If he were God, he would have changed all that by his coming. If he is God, what is he doing on this cross? So they say.
Life is hard, and death takes those we love until it comes for us. And our politics is like chicken soup — the scum rises to the top. If it is not God's will, then God is not omnipotent. If it is God's will, then God is not good. If this man is God, then maybe he is paying the price for our lives being so hard. Maybe this is God's way of being sorry for kicking us out of Paradise.
May God have mercy on this man, and finish him off quickly. May God have mercy on my soul.
— Anonymous bystander
It was perfectly democratic. The people were given their choice between this man and the other. They chose this one for death and the other for life. I did no more than their bidding. My hands are clean.

Both men were leading movements inimical to the peace, and opposed to civil society as we know it. Lest we be deemed to be too harsh in suppressing such uprisings before they reach the full flower of violence, we have developed the custom of setting one of their leaders free each year during their holiday. This year it was going to be the other man anyway, until this one came along. He seemed to me a dreamer, rather than a man of action. I would have preferred freeing him rather than the one the people wanted, because he seemed to me to be the lesser threat. The people must have thought so too, and in their perversity, seeking to undermine the civilization that gives them so much, they chose to have the more dangerous fellow released.

The people have spoken, and in Roman magnanimity I carried out their choice. May the powers protect us from the fellow I freed.
— Pontius Pilate, Roman Prefect of Judea
 I had no choice. We are facing extermination as a people. Only purity and unity of belief can keep us together. Yet this man tried to pollute our belief with subtle, seductive, but false teachings. Moreover, he undermined the authorities arrayed against us so publicly, that if we tolerated him, he would have brought their violence down upon us all.

No, it is better that this one man die, than the whole nation should perish. I would like to have protected him, but I had to think of all the people for which I am responsible. The essence of leadership is decision.

Besides, the whole council concurred with me. If I had been in error, surely someone would have dissented. And in any case, I had no choice.
— Caiaphas, Head Priest
He had it coming to him. He alienated everyone who could have helped him. You know, sometimes to get along, you have to go along. Telling people to their face that they committing the moral equivalent of adultery by merely looking at a pretty girl, or getting a divorce; telling honest people trying to make a living by changing profane money for sacred money that may be offered within the temple precincts that they are thieves; telling the priestly classes that they are children of hell — none of these is likely to win a man friends.

He goaded the powers that be until they got him. And he knew they would get him. He had it coming.
— Saul of Tarsus, Pharisee
 I never thought they would kill him. I only thought they would rough him up, and talk some sense into him. After all, he and his followers roughed people up in the temple courtyard to drive home his teachings. Most of his teachings are fine, but some of his teachings are wrong — he stresses individual morality and an individual relationship with God. But ever since Moses, we have recognized a communal relationship with God, with our community built upon our individual relations with one another. Therefore God gave us the Law, to guide us in our dealings with each other, and in our worship, so that we can continue to be the People of God. Because if we stop being the People of God, we will be no people at all, like the Lost Tribes.

I never meant to betray him, not like this.
— Judas Iscariot
 This man maintained that he himself was the truth. The priests claim they have the truth. My Roman masters claim their way is the true way. It is pretty clear that the truth is whatever some group claims it to be, or whatever some person can convince some group that it is.

What is the truth? There is no truth. There is just existence, and our groping our way through it until we, like this man, cease to exist. He thought he was the truth, with a capital T, like so many other demagogues, some benign, some murderous. Anyone so convinced of their own rightness can't be trusted with real power, and this man was becoming powerful, at least with the mob.

It's a bad end. But what else could have happened? This man fell afoul of the restoring forces that maintain stability in societies. That's all.
— Herod Antipas, Tetrarch of Judea
He saved my life. They were going to beat me with stones right in the public square because they had found me with a man I did not know was already married. And he stopped them with just a few words.

"Let one among you who is without sin cast the first stone at her," he said. And the angry mob melted away.

Why can he not do that now? What evil is this that stops his mouth so that he cannot speak? That stops my mouth so that I cannot cry, "He saved my life?"
— Mary Magdalen
 Lately, I've begun to hate watching them die so slowly. It's bad enough to set 'em up — ye gods how they scream when you put a nail through each wrist and and the long one through both heels! But then you have to watch while the pain builds up everywhere — arms, legs, chest. Eventually they suffocate because they can't breathe like that after they finally pass out. After doing so many, you'd think I'd get used to it, but it gets worse each time. If it were up to me, I'd cut off their heads, like we do to condemned citizens.

This guy was a rabble-rouser, those two were robbers. It's all the same — barbarian troublemakers disturbing the gods' peace. If we didn't kill 'em as we catch 'em, they would eventually start new provincial wars, and then we would end up killin' way more people than these few. But I wish that it didn't take so long. You know, just get things over with. One justice for all, citizen and barbarian alike. It's too progressive for these times, I'd say, but someday it will happen. You wait and see.
— A Roman Soldier

30 October 1995

Killing Christ

One of Humanity's Favorite Pastimes
1991 - 1995
He who begins by loving Christianity better than truth will proceed by loving his own sect of the church better than Christianity, and end in loving himself better than all. — S. T. Coleridge: Aids to Reflection, 1825

 

Naked Church

The attribute of Zen Buddhism that I admire most is that it has no dogma (no predigested formulation) that its followers must accept. Zen adherents claim that Zen is Enlightenment, which is simply the constant, direct awareness of reality. This awareness is claimed to be so much clearer than the communal experience of reality we share in daily living that it is beyond language to describe. "He who speaks does not know, he who knows does not speak," is a standard Zen saying. Moreover, because Zen attempts to bridge the gap we Westerners feel between the self and God, Zen devotees venerate the Buddha, but they do not worship a personified god. Zen is very lean, without most of the trappings that we in the West usually associate with religion. Zen embraces concept of reincarnation and the practice of meditation (which is just discipline for awareness) but neither of these is essential to Enlightenment .

The central symbol of Zen is the Buddha. Tradition has it that he became so completely enlightened that he perceived and participated in the divine unity of all things in all the universes. He taught disciples, who then taught others, so that all beings might become enlightened. The symbol of the Buddha is used to spur students on to greater effort so that they, too, might become Buddhas.
The Christian Church, on the other hand, has lots of dogma, and confuses that dogma with the central symbol of Christianity, namely the event of Christ, the incarnation of God as a human being, his birth, life, death, and resurrection. I sometimes imagine the Church (all of it, Catholic, Orthodox, Protestant, LDS, you name it) to be a woman (the "Bride of Christ") standing in front of the Cross. She takes off her clothes (dogma), hanging them on the Cross until the Cross is hidden, and she is exposed. She then demands that we worship her clothes instead of the Cross beneath them. Our attention, however, is focused on her. In her worst instances (some televangelists, for example) the Church spends most of her time asking for more money so we can watch her strip again. My point is that dogma tells us much more about the Church (exposes it) than it does about God (covers Him up), and draws our attention away from God and toward the Church. To put it personally, any statement you make about God tells as much or more about you than it does about God. To put it bluntly, dispensing dogma instead of Grace (God's Love as discussed below and in a previous essay) is pornographic, and worshipping dogma instead of God is idolatrous.

This dogma is often based on telling people that they are somehow bad, that they have always been bad, that they get this badness from some ancient crime committed by their ancestors, and that they themselves can do nothing about it, except ask an angry, abusive parent of a god to make them clean and good again, like he originally made the ancestors. This is what psychologists rightly call "magical thinking" when engaged in by little children. When this dogma is conveyed to children it is a form of child abuse, aimed at using their own natural egocentric thinking and their primal fear of rejection to coerce their behavior. When it is conveyed to adults it is often an attempt to trigger the shame response in their "inner children," as John Bradshaw[1] might put it. It is based on an interpretation of the Genesis that I think is sinful, and perhaps even evil.[2]

But it is comfortable. It is easier for the inner child in each of us to live with childish shame over some magical condition, than it is to live with adult guilt for the way we lead our lives. We're used to shame - we've developed adaptations to it - so we cling to it in order to shield ourselves from the guilt we earn each day. Thus it is that many Christians can be permanently ashamed and hypocritical at the same time, and that they seek to make converts by projecting their shame onto others.
Another part of dogma is a set of rules for behavior and opinions to be accepted. The rules and opinions are dispensed by most Christian clergy, who play to an audience that is hooked on them, and that would sack a preacher who refused to satisfy their addiction. You see, it's much safer to measure one's imagined godliness against rules and opinions than it is to risk opening oneself to encounter with the Divine.

This practice of substituting dogma for awareness is very old. The Pharisees, the leaders of the church in which Jesus preached, hated the way Jesus challenged their dogma concerning the Sabbath, diet, cleanliness, and their usual practices of prayer and fasting, and feared his ability to draw crowds. So they measured him against their dogma, found him to be one of "them" rather than one of "us," and had him killed as a dangerous heretic (which was idolatrous because, given the choice between their dogmatic idea of God and God, the Pharisees chose their idea). After Jesus' ministry, the newly formed Christian Church continued the Pharisee's pattern of using dogma to distinguish between "us" and "them," as antagonism between Christian and non-Christian Jews intensified until Christianity became a separate religion.[3]

Labeling someone as "not us" is a common human behavior, called pseudospeciation, which means convincing oneself that someone or some group is less than human. "They" become the incarnation of the dark side of our own personalities, all the things we don't want to be. We declare them to be fair game to oppress and kill (thus we deny the existence of what we hate in ourselves by killing it in someone else). Pseudospeciation is a necessary precursor to group violence, such as genocide, lynching, gang-rape, gay-bashing, and war,[4] and it is one of the primary abuses of dogma. By using dogma to determine who is out, we reassure ourselves that we are in.

Dogmatic Christians of today pseudospeciate people into two classes, the Saved (us) and the Lost (them), despite clear scriptural statements that such a determination is the sole prerogative of Christ, who was Himself the victim of such judgments. Since dogmatic Christians direct real hostility against their chosen "thems" (I have only to remember abortion clinic bombings, statements like, "God doesn't hear the prayers of a Jew," or their opinions regarding gays and lesbians for examples), I see only superficial differences between them and the people who called out for Christ's (legal enough by the standards of the day) execution.

 

Bad News

Of course, labeling dogmatic Christians as Christ-killers may be justifiable, but it is incomplete. Just as in Agatha Christie's Murder on the Orient Express, there are many killers in this mystery.[5] If you think you differ in any important way from the people who killed Christ, what would you have done differently had you been there at the time - even knowing what you know now? Remember that Peter, the Rock upon whom the church was founded and who recognized Jesus as the Messiah, denied even knowing Jesus when the going got tough. That was humanity's best effort. Everyone around was either working for Jesus' death, calling for it, or passively allowing it to happen, except for the two robbers who were crucified with Jesus — the only people in this tableau that knew they had done something wrong.

Today, most folks are in the passive group, above, as evidenced by the Holocaust. It took very few people to kill the Jews, but it took the indifference or inaction of nearly everyone (including Americans with our then restrictive immigration policies) to let it happen. The church, however, had been in the second group, as a family friend reminded me recently. "I grew up in Germany," he said, "and one day a priest said of me to my friends, 'Don't play with him! He is a Jew, and his people murdered Christ!'" By acting like the Pharisees, by playing the "us versus them" game of pseudospeciation, the Christian Church fingered the victims, and set the stage for six million reenactments of the crucifixion.

And with all this, the Church still lies about who killed Christ. Either the church is vague about the question, or it teaches that the Jews did it, but we forgive them, or it still teaches that the Jews did it, period. The truth is that nearly every human being lives as if he or she would have aided, abetted, assented to, ignored, or otherwise done nothing to prevent the execution of Christ. The Jews were, as always, simply the Chosen People - in this case, the people God chose to be present at the time. (To anti-Semitic Christians, I point out that originally there were no Christians who were not Jews, that it took extreme action on God's part to convince Peter to allow non-Jews to become Christians, and that the Covenant relationship between God and Jews was not necessarily nullified by the event of Christ - it was enlarged to include the whole world. You can look it up in the book of Acts.[6]) Until the church unflinchingly teaches that reality in both sermon and confessional liturgy (an example follows this piece), it is giving aid and comfort to anti-Semitism, especially as it festers anew in the former Soviet Union, Europe, and the United States. It is aiding Christians in their denial of their true relationship with Christ, thus enabling them to continue blissfully crucifying Him. Until the Church confesses, the Bride of Christ is playing the harlot to Christian self-righteousness. (Yes, the Church as whore, an image Isaiah, Jeremiah, and Hosea used in their day.)

The pastor as leader may say, "I can't preach that any mirror will show you a crucifier. The people just aren't ready to hear that yet." They never have been ready - that is the scandal of Christianity. Perhaps it is the role of the pastor as prophet (in the Old Testament sense) to tell them anyway. Besides, without that bad news, the pastor as minister can dispense "feel-good" talk for those of "us" who want to pretend we're not "them," but the pastor as preacher cannot really deliver the Good News - the Gospel of unasked for Forgiveness, of Love, of Grace.

There is a tremendous tension between the bad news and the Good News about ourselves and the Divine. For example, Luke 3:23-38 claims that Jesus descends from God through Adam - hinting that we, the people, are the sons and daughters of God. Can you imagine a pastor saying to the parents during a baptism, "God has given you God's child to cherish and raise as your own?" Or to the bride and groom during a wedding, "God has given you God's son/daughter to love as your husband/wife?" The Good News is and has always been incipient in us. But God as Jesus made it an event, to which we humans, the Children of God, responded by murdering our Brother, the Son of Man, because we didn't recognize him as one of "us" when he challenged our beliefs and actions.

That is, while we love Christ for his "feminine," nurturing, healing qualities, we would have crucified him for his "masculine," challenging, prophetic ones.[7] The large-eyed, passionless, obviously harmless Christ of popular imagination, portrayed in movies like "The Greatest Story Ever Told," is merely a comfortable image that many of us use to convince ourselves that we would never have wished him ill - instead of killing him in our hearts, we castrate him, and worship the resulting idol.[8]

 

Reconciliation

Now if the Crucifixion is the Divine Indictment of us all as crucifiers, either through intent or neglect, the Resurrection is the Divine Reconciliation. Consider that the Apostles themselves had contributed to Jesus' execution by abandoning him, and at his death began to abandon even their belief in him and his teachings. And then, impossibly, he is back, telling them the adventure is only beginning, and enabling them to be a part of it. Not even their worst deed can keep Jesus from returning to love them so much that they go on to love others out of the sheer abundance of love. The Resurrection is Forgiveness through Love. Not forgiveness on condition that the Apostles, or you or I, believe or act a certain way - it is Forgiveness. No conditions, no qualifications, no limitations, not even adjectives. It is the reaching of the Divine into our essential Divine ("breath of God" - Genesis 2:7) nature.
This orthodox idea[9] contrasts with the popular idea of Christianity as an "if-then" proposition: "If I do this and believe that, then I will be acceptable to the Lord." For me and many others it is a "because-therefore" statement: "Because God accepts me therefore I am able to accept you."

Which is what many Christians seem to be missing. They want to pretend that somebody else killed Christ, because they're too ashamed to face it - because this Resurrection stuff just isn't real to them. They use the dogma as a little test to reassure themselves that they are part of the in-group, while everybody else is out. In this way they treat Jesus Christ as their intellectual property, worshipping what they expect of him, crucifying what they don't, and not letting anyone else have him. They criticize Jews and Muslims for having difficulty with the Divinity of Christ, while they themselves have difficulty with the Humanity of God[10] - difficulties which are two sides of the same coin. In other words, Christ is as big a stumbling block for Christians as he is for anybody else.

By difficulty with the Humanity of God, I mean that many Christians won't let God as Jesus be human. (There is an official name for this heresy — docetism.) They can't stand to think of Him doing human things like having sexual feelings or experiences, or even defecating (which is why I sometimes call them the Church of Christ, Constipated). In this manner they keep God far away, up in heaven, so that they can ignore the way they would have reacted to Him. To put it baldly, Jesus would strike most of us (as he struck his mother at one point) as a nut if he showed up as an ordinary person today. We would keep throwing him in jail for disturbing the peace, trespassing, loitering, and holding unregistered parades and demonstrations, and we would probably do him in again.

If this sounds far-fetched, think of the personality quirks of the two most obviously saintly men of modern times — Mohandas K. Gandhi, and Martin Luther King, Jr., both of whom had difficulties with their sexuality,[11] both of whom spent time in prison, both of whom were assassinated because they might have kept people from fighting. We associate them with their crusades to illumine particular blind spots in human nature, which we may or may not share. But whatever blind spots we do have, those are the ones a figure like Jesus would challenge, and we in general would react badly (particularly if he started kicking over the pews in our churches).

The point is that we Christians could well stand to be humbler in our words, thoughts, and dealings with people of other religions. We are not sole owners of Truth, which only we can dispense, and only with our own set of words and symbols. I think whoever experiences Unconditional Love as an abiding Presence knows the Love of Christ, whatever he or she calls it. Who experiences that Love can communicate it, and feel confident that all truth is part of God's Truth, however he or she speaks of it, or acts it out. He or she can also feel humble in that no truth is all of the Truth.

In any event, rather than face God, or any other uncomfortable Truth, the Church clings to the abuse of dogma .[12] A lot of people, even angry, self-aggrandizing, control-taking people, can measure up to that. They think they're emulating God. But God showed up as an ordinary person, who was loving rather than dogmatic, and empowering rather than controlling. Two thousand years later the dogmatists are still trying to cover him up. They even argue among themselves concerning which pile of clothes is the right one. If they knew they were naked, they would be ashamed.

 

Parting Company

He sat at table leading his friends in a Seder , a combination banquet and religious celebration. Some of what he and his friends said and did may survive to this day in the Haggadah , the little book of prayers and hymns Jews use at Passover. The man himself had no Haggadah, because it would not be written until a generation after his death. Still, one can imagine the blessings, the recital of the story of the Exodus of Israel from slavery in Egypt, the wine, the meal, the good fellowship, the children's games, and the songs.

At one point the leader breaks bread - matzoth, because no yeast-bread is consumed during Passover in memory of the Israelites having no time to let their bread rise when they left Egypt. He hands the pieces to all present and asks them to remember him whenever they eat the Passover matzoth, to remember that they draw spiritual nourishment from his presence. After the dinner and the hymns he takes the extra cup of wine - perhaps the one left in hospitality for any stranger who might come, and which would later be called the cup of Elijah - and passes it around for all to drink. Again he asks them to remember him whenever they drink wine at Passover, to remember that their life is in him, and to remember his sacrifice. It is the last time he will celebrate Passover, for tomorrow the Romans will arrest him and, at the urging of the priests, put him to death. And every one of his friends will, in their own way, betray him.

He was the leader of yet another religious revitalization movement within Judaism, which was simmering with such movements.[13] Israel was again under the domination of a foreign power, Rome, the new Babylon, and people thought that only a return to the true faith would induce God to free them. But Christianity, the movement founded by the charismatic faith-healing rabbi of this Passover story would grow beyond Judaism to absorb and become influenced by the entire Graeco-Roman world.

Before that happened the Jewish revolts against Roman oppression in the first and second centuries triggered waves of persecution. The Christians, who by this time included Greeks and Romans unfamiliar with Jewish customs, made as great a distinction between themselves and Jews as possible, in order to avoid being persecuted with them. As a result Christians and Jews were persecuted separately rather than together, and developed a mutual animosity. What began with Romans persecuting Jews and Christians together proceeded with Jewish Romans like St. Paul persecuting Christians and ended with Roman Christians persecuting Jews. Christianity had forgotten its roots in Judaism and had fallen into the error of playing religion as a team sport with Christ as its mascot, rather than its Captain.

As this parting of the ways deepened, Christians celebrated a complete agape meal, or "love feast," for which they were accused of having orgies, but forgot that their meal originated in the Passover Seder (for which the Jews, who prized red wine for the occasion, were accused of drinking blood, even though consuming blood is strictly forbidden by Jewish dietary laws). Then the meal itself was discarded as the Church grew too big for it, leaving only the Communion wine and wafer, and a prejudice by which Christians would prove themselves crucifiers like everyone else.
I think it's time for Christians to find out what the Last Supper was like by getting friendly enough with Jewish families to get invited to their Seders once in a while. After all, we were once one community, and we hope that one way or another we will be again. Seder is an experience that must be lived rather than described, and a very important part of it (a religious requirement, in fact) is to have a good time. It might also teach Christians a thing or two about "family values."
Of course, if it goes against your belief, don't do it. On the other hand, some of my Catholic friends occasionally take one of my Jewish friends to Synagogue. I think I'll go myself - it's been a long time.

 

Eating J.C.

In Julius Caesar, Shakespeare has Brutus say, "Stoop, Romans, stoop, and let us bathe our hands in Caesar's blood up to the elbows, and besmear our swords: then walk we forth, even to the market-place; and, waving our red swords o'er our heads, let's all cry 'Peace, freedom, and liberty!'" The idea is for the conspirators to go before the public to give their reasons for assassinating Caesar.
Now as Christians, we don't symbolically wash our hands in Christ's blood - we drink it in the form of wine. We symbolically eat his body in the form of bread, too. It's appropriate. As I've stated elsewhere, the human condition is that we crucify - among other things, we tend to perform overt and subtle acts of group violence, to aid them directly, or aid them by ignoring them. We do it by distinguishing compulsively between "us" and "them," because we find it easier to know who we are not, than who we are. In our willful ignorance we all tend to crucify Christ. Symbolically eating our Victim is a good way of reminding ourselves, of confessing, that we do so.

The standard Church imagery of Communion is that of Mother Church feeding her children, Shepherd Jesus feeding his flock the "Bread of Life," and all that. The nourishment imagery serves to remind us that we exist only by the power of God's Grace. And it is true that Christ, acting out the Divine generosity called Grace (which is the Forgiveness of Sin), fed his disciples both before and after they deserted him at his trial. After all, what better sign of forgiveness than a meal? The disciples abandon their leader in his hour of need, and he treats them to breakfast. But the Church also teaches that by taking the elements of Communion, we invite the Holy Spirit to enter our souls, to animate us, to make us new beings (to make us more than crucifiers) - just as cannibals eat their victims to gain some virtue, such as strength or courage, from the deceased. What started out as
 Rabbi Jesus celebrating Passover has become the ritual cannibalism of our God.

I take Communion. I think it good for us Christians to remember our nearness to being crucifiers and cannibals, and that we live not by bread alone, but by the Word of God. And that so great is God's Love that, as Jesus, he gave up his body, blood, and Spirit for the redemption even of his murderers.

 

In God's Name

One of the worst things the church ever taught was that Judas was a particularly bad man. I think he was a religious person just trying to be good, and that he was a little willful about it. He just distorted his perception of reality a little bit, so he could be a little more comfortable with it. Interpreting him as singularly evil makes us a little more comfortable with ourselves, which makes us a little more like him. Imagine the poor fellow set in our own times, visiting his analyst:

A: I understand that you've been, umm... uncomfortable in your faith, lately. Can you tell me about it?
J: Yes. Well, I've been going to this new church lately. We're so new we don't even have a building. We meet in people's houses, or even outdoors, to listen to this new preacher in town.
A: And how's that been for you?
J: It was good, at first, but then things started to go wrong. I should never have gotten involved.
A: Are you feeling ashamed of your involvement with this person?
J: Oh, no! He's a man of God, or at least he means to be. But now he's doing things that hurt the church, and he won't listen to me when I tell him what the problem is. He needs to change direction, or find another kind of ministry.
A: How is he upsetting you?
J: Well, he preaches humility, but he's actually very arrogant. Yesterday he walked into a real church like he owned the place. He insulted everybody there, including the pastor, and then he attacked some vendors in front of the church. I don't know why, maybe he thought he saw someone selling drugs. Anyway, he started to get violent. And this from a guy who preaches love and peace. For the first time, I was afraid of him. And embarrassed, too. I mean, if I keep hanging out with this guy, people will think I approve of that stuff. He's out of control. Who knows what he might do next?
A: So you think this man might be dangerous.
J: Yeah, and not just physically, either. He claims that he preaches the truth, but it's not like anything I heard in church when I was growing up. He doesn't respect what people have been taught.
A: Were you able to share your concerns with him?
J: Yes. Not about yesterday, but about the other things. He's always off on some crusade, you know. He's trying to start up "ministries" to street people, hookers, people with gross diseases, and stuff like that. I mean, that's all well and good, but look. Hookers choose to do what they do. They need to get their own act together before we help them. Otherwise, what's to stop them from taking advantage of us? And besides, what about us? What about our needs? We're the church, and our contributions keep it going. And if our needs aren't being met, the church will wither away, and so will all those ministries. And then what has he accomplished? Besides, given the people he hangs out with, and the fact that he doesn't seem to have a wife, I wonder about his morals. I mean, it just isn't right for a man his age not to be married.
A: How did he react when you told him these things?
J: He wouldn't give me a straight answer. First he mumbled something about people who don't have anything losing what they've got. Then he stared at me and said, "You gotta do what you gotta do."
A: How did you feel when he said that?
J: Hurt. It's like he's taken my church away. He brought us together, but now he's tearing us apart.
A: So, you don't feel you can talk about this with your friends.
J: Not very many of them. They're too busy trying to figure out who he'll put in charge when he finally moves on. So they really buy in to all this stuff. They even egg him on sometimes. They're under his control.
A: When he said, "You gotta do what you gotta do," you said you felt hurt. What do you think he meant by that?
J: I dunno. It was almost like he was daring me not to go along with him. He's manipulated the church into backing him up no matter what he does, and he was daring me to do anything about it. He wasn't trying to convince me anymore, he was just going to go ahead, and my opinion didn't matter.
A: And that made you angry?
J: No. Hurt, like I said. And concerned. For him, and for the church. He thinks he's accountable to nobody, but he has to be accountable - we all do. He has to be accountable to the church, the "People of God." We have to hold him to account.
A: You're not thinking about anything drastic, are you? You seem pretty worked up.
J: Me? Never. I've learned more about grace from that man than anyone I've ever met. I'd never want to hurt him. I mean, that's why I don't say anything to him about these things in front of the others. But he really needs something to bring him to his senses. Like if he was in the slammer for a few days, where the real clergy could talk to him, and he'd be forced to listen, for a change. And it could happen, you know. There are people who want to charge him with assault for what he did yesterday. It's not like anything really bad would happen to him, you know. It might even do him and everyone else concerned some good.

When faced with conflict between what he knew a preacher should be, and the reality of who his preacher was, poor Judas didn't hesitate to choose his idea over his preacher. He turned his preacher over to the ordained clergy and the police. The preacher even made it easier by seeming to reject him. But how do you tell the truth to someone who insists on lying to himself, even about his own feelings? Or as Pascal put it, "People never do evil so completely and cheerfully as when they do it from religious conviction."[14]

If it isn't obvious in the above dialog, the preacher is Jesus, as Judas might perhaps have seen him. The assaultive behavior of the preacher is Jesus' stand at the temple in Jerusalem. The seeming heterodoxy is the crime of which Jesus stood accused by the church leaders of his day. The "ministries" mentioned are the Biblical ministries of Jesus to the poor, prostitutes, and lepers (people with AIDS in our day). The bit about people who have nothing losing what they have is one of Jesus' parables, which I take to be a pronouncement against the "scarcity model" — the idea that there are not enough spiritual resources to go around. Finally, "You gotta do what you gotta do," is my rephrasing of "What you must do, do quickly."

Did you find yourself sympathizing with Judas? It's easy to be like him, especially when we try to make everyone else as good as we are.
To be more blunt about it, most people who call themselves Christian would have been outraged at the actions and the teachings of the historical Jesus. Most certainly they would profoundly distrust and dislike Jesus if he came again, not with "Power and Glory," but as he came before, as an ordinary person, and preached the same message in modern language. As evidence, many of the comments of my friend Judas, above, are taken (only slightly out of context) from real churchgoers in the process of ousting their pastor.

The Gospel is not a conservative message. It radically challenges the church, society, and the individual. It is so challenging that, like a good Zen koan (riddle used in instruction) it doesn't even make sense in literal interpretation. Continually rationalizing the Gospel to affirm past or present practice in church or society is hypocrisy, and I suggest that this hypocrisy is responsible for "unchurched" being the largest denomination of faith in America.

This hypocrisy is possible because many Christians mistake the Bible for the living Word of God. But the paper is made from recently killed trees, and the ink is made from coal that came from forests that died 200 million years ago. I think the Bible is more nearly the dead word of God, and the covers are its tomb. Many people open it up - roll away the stone - and think, act, preach, and proselytize with the corpse they find there. They think its stories are about somebody else, long ago and far away. The hard stories like that of Judas the sincere churchgoer, or the ironic ones like that of Tamar and Judah. But if you find only the story of your relationship with God in the Bible, you will find the tomb empty. And the living Word will find you.

Notes

  1. John Bradshaw, Homecoming: Reclaiming and Championing Your Inner Child, Bantam Books, New York, 1990.
  2. I offer my own speculations on the meaning of the Fall in Genesis in Reviving a Dead Language at this site.
  3. In fact, as any knowledgeable Mormon will tell you, the institution of paid professional priests and pastors is (in form if not content) a continuation of the priestly Judaism under which Christ was crucified. Judaism gave up its priests after the fall of Jerusalem in 70 A.D. Since then Jewish religious leaders have been called Rabbis, a title which was applied to Jesus in his lifetime. Moreover, the Talmud seems to me to show signs of cross-fertilization between developing Rabbinic Judaism and early Christian ideas.
  4. For more on pseudospeciation see Anthony Stevens, The Roots of War: A Jungian Perspective, Paragon House, New York, 1989. I bought my copy at West Point.
  5. Henry Sloane Coffin hinted at the solution in the first chapter of his 1931 book, The Meaning of the Cross (reprinted as "What Crucified Christ?" in A. M Eastman, et al., eds, The Norton Reader, 4th ed, W. W. Norton, New York, 1977). See also What Crucified Jesus?, Ellis Ruskin, Abingdon Press, Nashville, TN, 1984.
  6. Acts 10. See also Marcus Borg, Jesus: A New Vision, Harper and Row, New York, 1987, especially Footnote 30 on page 188.
  7. There are even experimental studies of some of the ways in which we crucify. You might consider taking a look at Stanley Milgram, "The Perils of Obedience," in The Norton Reader, (also his book, Obedience to Authority, Harper and Row, New York, 1974) or accounts of Philip G. Zimbardo's 1971 experiment in "depersonalization" at Stanford University, the 1964 "Kitty Genovese incident," and Muzafer Sherif's "camp experiments" in freshman psychology textbooks (such as James V. McConnell, Understanding Human Behavior, An Introduction to Psychology, Holt, Rinehart, and Winston, New York, 1982 Ñ particularly chapters 25-27). See also William Hazlitt, "The Pleasure of Hating," reprinted in 50 Great Essays, Bantam Books, New York, 1971. Thus, I do not take the Germans to be singularly evil because they sold out to Nazism - there is ample evidence to suggest that they realized a potential in us all.
  8. I think that the hoopla over "The Last Temptation of Christ," was a battle between competing idolatries to the extent that protesters objected to the film's particular portrayal of Christ, rather than to the idea that Christ be portrayed at all.
  9. Orthodox in terms of Protestant theology Ñ as defined, for example, in The Book of Concord, translated by Theodore G. Tappert, Fortress Press, Philadelphia, 1959. It contains English translations of the founding documents of the Evangelical Lutheran Church, dating from the 16th century.
  10. Karl Barth, The Humanity of God, John Knox Press, Atlanta, GA, 1960.
  11. See Eric H. Erikson, Ghandi's Truth, W. W. Norton & Co., New York, 1969, and David J. Garrow, Bearing the Cross , Vintage Books, New York, 1988.
  12. And yet, dogma has its value. I shudder to think what obstacles might have been placed in my path of faith had the Church not prevailed against the classic heresies. Rather than criticize dogma itself, I criticize our sometimes idolatrous attachment to dogma in preference to God.
  13. Marcus Borg, Jesus: A New Vision, op. cit.
  14. Also St. Paul, "...where I want to do nothing but good, evil is close at my side." (Romans 7:21, The New Jerusalem translation.)