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Saturday, September 29, 2007

Maha














The power of faith against the bullet


By Sam Leith

Those monks again. The scenes we saw on the streets of Rangoon are amazingly moving, and strangely familiar.

Something old is playing out. On one side, shaved heads and ranks of red robes; on the other, frightened and angry young men in uniforms, banging their batons against their riot shields and raising their rifles. Barricades, plumes of smoke from teargas canisters. And Buddhist monks, wearing sandals, staring down the guns.

It's very moving. But more than that, it is food for thought. This - these monks staring down the guns - presents a problem for a militant secularist in the Dawkins or Hitchens mould. I don't mean that it has any bearing on the argument about whether there is or is not a God. Buddhist monks don't worship anything resembling the God on whom the Dawkins guns are trained in any case; and the fact that they stare down the guns doesn't make a difference to whether or not what they believe is true.

But stare down those guns they do - and their behaviour does have a strong bearing on the question of whether religious belief "poisons everything", as Hitchens puts it. I'd submit, as an irreligious bystander, that one of the things that helps those monks hold the line is faith. The form that their resistance takes is shaped by that faith - and it is uniquely powerful.

They can't be written off as "terrorists" or "communists". They are not a rival faction seeking power. They can't be co-opted into a fight. That is their strength against a regime that has only repressive force at its disposal.

If someone's shooting at you, or throwing rocks at you, it's not very long before the rights and wrongs of the original dispute get entirely lost amid the fighting. But if someone's sitting patiently in the street, unarmed, daring you to shoot him dead … One of the reports from Burma has soldiers in tears. Early reports also suggested that more shots have been fired into the air than into the crowds.

I am encouraged by the fact that many of these soldiers will themselves be Buddhists; that they are facing crowds of fellow citizens who are also Buddhists; and that they know those fellow citizens are also prepared to take a bullet for their basic freedoms.

That suggests that a tipping point might be reached. It suggests that - as Patti Smith puts it - they might "get 'em like Gandhi; get 'em with the numbers". Small flowers crack concrete.

The fact that the hilariously named State Peace and Development Council (formerly "Torture Toys 'r' Us") seems to be trying to sabotage the internet and mobile communications is also encouraging: it suggests that they are frightened. The fact that they have found it hard - and regimes like them will find it ever harder - is even more encouraging. It is getting more difficult for tyrannies to carry out their peace and development operations under cover of darkness.

In the old days you'd go straight for the TV and radio stations and put your thumb, as it were, over the hose pipe. Communications are no longer a handful of hose pipes. They are now more like an enormous sieve.

The fact Aung San Suu Kyi is still alive also seems to suggest that the junta isn't entirely confident about what would happen if it knocked her off in the interests of peace and development, as it no doubt devoutly wants to.

All of this is making, we must hope and believe, the protests more effective. But the protests still need those monks. The model of passive resistance, of simply making yourself visible and submitting to suffering, is a powerful one, but it exacts a terrible cost - and it requires a world view that is much, much larger than yourself. Not a belief in the hereafter, necessarily; but the sense of being an unimportant part of something large, and serving an important good.

Historically, it has most often been religious people in general, and monks in particular, who have been in the frontline of this. Why, in China, are the authorities so scared of Falun Gong? Who's the focus of resistance in Tibet? Who was it sitting calmly, cross-legged and in flames on a Saigon pavement in 1963? Who was the original turn-the-other-cheek guy?

What's happening in Burma is an object demonstration of courage and faith; and of the enduring power of a gentle, infinitely suffering thing.

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Friday, September 28, 2007

God's Jewels














FreeWillAstrology


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"You are as prone to love, as the sun is to shine."
- *Centuries of Meditation,* Thomas Traherne (1636-1674)

"You never enjoy the world aright, till the Sea itself flowers in your veins,
till you are clothed with the heavens, and crowned with the stars: and
perceive yourself to be the sole heir of the whole world, and more than
so, because men and women are in it who are every one sole heirs as well
as you. Till you can sing and rejoice and delight, as misers do in gold, and
kings in scepters, you never enjoy the world."
- *Centuries of Meditation,* Thomas Traherne

"This world is a mirror of Infinite Beauty, yet no one sees it. It is a Temple
of Majesty, yet no one regards it. It is the Paradise of God. It is more to
man since he is fallen than it was before. It is the place of Angels and the
Gate of Heaven."
- *Centuries of Meditation,* Thomas Traherne

"Souls are God's jewels."
- *Centuries of Meditation,* Thomas Traherne

Thursday, September 27, 2007

Metta










































Metta Sutta


This is the way of those who are skilled and peaceful, who seek the good and follow the path:

May they be able and upright, straightforward, of gentle speech and not proud.
May they be content and easy wherever they are.
May they be unburdened, with their senses calm.
May they be wise and not arrogant.
May they live without desire for the possessions of others.
May they do no harm to any living being.

May all beings be happy.
May they live in safety and joy.
All living beings, whether weak or strong, old or young, man or woman, smart or foolish, healthy or disabled, seen or unseen, near or distant, born or to be born, may they all be happy.

Let no one deceive or despise another being, whatever their status.
Let no one by anger or hatred wish harm to another.

As parents watch over their children, willing to risk their own lives to protect them, so with a boundless heart may we cherish every living being, bathing the entire world with unobstructed and unconditional loving-kindness.

Standing or walking, sitting or lying down, in each moment may we remain mindful of this heart and this way of living that is the best in all the world.


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Amen

Myanmar




















{From Scott Horton's Blog "No Comment"}

No Comment

by Scott Horton

September 27, 5:45 AM

Burma in Agony

President Bush sees himself as a divine messenger of freedom and liberty. On his watch, a great and ancient people have risen up to shake off the chains of oppression. They look to America and its leader for help and encouragement. And what do they find? He ignores them. He is too busy with his plans for wars–past and coming. The democratic moment is on the world stage now. It is played out in Burma. And Bush and his crew turn a blind eye on it.

It’s a day to remember the challenge of the tyrant. And a day to remember the words of W.H. Auden:


Perfection, of a kind, was what he was after,
And the poetry he invented was easy to understand;
He knew human folly like the back of his hand,
And was greatly interested in armies and fleets;
When he laughed, respectable senators burst with laughter,
And when he cried the little children died in the streets.

W.H. Auden, Epitaph on a Tyrant (1939) in: Collected Poems p. 183.

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Wednesday, September 26, 2007

Yearning

Picking Up Trash, and Yearning for Dignity
J. Adam Huggins for The International Herald Tribune
New Delhi Journal
Picking Up Trash, and Yearning for Dignity

Garbage collectors like Manorama Begum, above, are among the most marginalized groups in India’s capital.

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[A] mood of universal destruction and renewal...has set its mark on our
age. This mood makes itself felt everywhere, politically, socially, and
philosophically. We are living in what the Greeks called the kairos--the
right moment--for a "metamorphosis of the gods," of the fundamental
principles and symbols. This peculiarity of our time, which is certainly
not of our conscious choosing, is the expression of the unconscious
human within us who is changing. Coming generations will have to take
account of this momentous transformation if humanity is not to destroy
itself through the might of its own technology and science....So much is
at stake and so much depends on the psychological constitution of the
modern human.

C. G. Jung

AND:

{From Maha}

“We’ve lived by the assumption that what was good for us would be good for the world. We’ve been wrong. We must change our lives so that it will be possible to live by the contrary assumption that what is good for the world will be good for us. That requires that we make the effort to know the world and learn what is good for it. We must learn to cooperate in its processes and to yield to its limits. But even more important, we must learn to acknowledge that the creation is full of mystery. We will never clearly understand it. We must abandon arrogance and stand in awe. We must recover the sense of the majesty of the creation and the ability to be worshipful in its presence. For it is only on the condition of humility and reverence before the world that our species will be able to remain in it.”

— Wendell Berry



I Met a Man



















Taro; Spanish Civil War



I met a man today who fought with the Americans in Italy in WW2.

He'd traveled with his dad to Europe several years before the war. When in Germany, he'd asked his dad, "Why are there so many soldiers? Why are there so many airplanes? What's going on here?"

His dad told him that there would soon be a terrible war.

When this boy was 16, he enlisted and wound up in Italy with the American Army. He said that he decided to kill as many Germans as he could. This is what he told everybody.

He said when he caught his first German POW, both he and the German boy burst into tears.

Now, when his grandkids ask him how many Germans he killed in the war, he says, "None, I hope."


When I hear the Kagans and other big talking neocons talk Big Talk about torture and nuking the Arabs
I think;

"Sissies. If they had to meet someone face to face, they'd piss themselves."

They don't know what they're talking about. They don't understand what it is to be a human being. We're being "led" by people who are pre-human. Not yet human beings.

Little men start wars. Big men finish them. Really big human beings help people heal from war. The real hero is there to pick up the pieces after everyone else has left the field.

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Tuesday, September 25, 2007

The Dvant Disco



















The Mad Priest shares some great sounds from time to time. This is the DVANT DISCO.
From Motown we move on to the Chess label. A bit more blues based than the famous Detroit label, but still upbeat and exciting.

Let's Wade In The Water - Marlena Shaw
It Ain't Necessary - Mamie Galore
Wear It On Our Face - The Dells
Ordinary Joe - Terry Callier
Leave It In The Hands Of Love - Fontella Bass
Landslide - Tony Clarke
Wade In The Water - Ramsey Lewis

Enjoy.



A Common Divinity Within the Other





























FREEDOM IN BURMA
A LONG TIME COMING

From EKKLESIA:

Buddhist monks are leading nonviolent protests across Burma as opposition to dictatorship and calls for the restoration of democracy increase. They want the Burmese people to pray in their doorways for 15 minutes at 20.00 on Sunday (23 September 2007), Monday and Tuesday. Burma's opposition leader, Aung San Suu Kyi, who has faced harassment and imprisonment, has this weekend greeted the monks who have been demonstrating peacefully against the military junta. Ms Suu Kyi has spent 11 of the last 18 years in detention.

In Mandalay, a monastic centre of Buddhist learning, 10,000 marched peacefully through the Payagyi district. There were also demonstrations on Saturday in the townships of Chauk, Shwebo, Mongwa, Taung Dwin Gyi and Ye Nan Chaung. There were no reports of any violence.


Aung San Suu Kyi's latest period of house arrest began in May 2003. The area around University Avenue where her house is located has been closed to traffic since the wave of protests began. But in what appears to be an unprecedented move, the guards allowed the monks to walk past the home. Witnesses told the BBC that Ms Suu Kyi walked out with two other women and cried as she watched the monks and prayed with them but did not speak.

The leaders of the demonstrations have vowed to continue until the collapse of the military government.


COMMENT: Sorry and all that, I don't want to sound preachy, but there is a message here about sacrificial perseverance that we have to take note of. If we really do love our neighbour then giving up and/or running away is not an option.
~Mad Priest


Namaste

In everyday life, "namaste" is not consciously considered a religious gesture. However, many believe it has a spiritual basis, in recognizing a common divinity within the other person. (WIKI)

The military junta in Burma are making noises about cracking down on the (approximately) 100000 peace protesters. The last time this happened in 1988, at least, 3000 people were murdered by the military.

My friends, what is going down in Burma is the most important thing going down in world at this moment in time. If the bishops in New Orleans do not give a clear indication that gay people are to be regarded exactly the same as straight people in all matters then more gay people will die at the hands of bigots than they would if the Church acknowledged them as co-heirs of the Kingdom. We pray that the bishops will make righteous decisions. However, our prayers today must primarily be for the people of Burma because it is right that we pray for others before ourselves. In doing so the spiritual strength of the monks will become our strength through the transforming power of our common divinity.


Amen.




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Joni



















Tonight Im going dancing
With the drag queens and the punks

via the ever-brilliant Mad Priest

Joni Mitchell is back after nine years, and she’s on the attack. In the title track to her new album, “Shine,” Mitchell takes a nice swipe at the Catholic Church by name.

“Shine on the Catholic Church/And the prisons that it owns,” she sings. “Shine on all the Churches/that love less and less.”

Mitchell was never one to mince words, but in her triumphant return on Starbucks’ Hear Records, she doesn’t give an inch.

In “Shine,” she continues: “Shine on lousy leadership/Licensed to kill/Shine on dying soldiers/In patriotic pain/Shine on mass destruction/In some God's name!”

Mitchell’s album will be something of a revelation to young people who might buy it at Starbucks when it’s released Tuesday if they listen to it and read the lyrics.





Sunday, September 23, 2007

To Awaken the Heart



















"Though Carlyle Marney died some thirty years ago, my teacher’s final maxim and charge to me remains provocative: “If you do any one thing for the rest of your life, let it be an unrestrained battle to oppose, and to fight upon every front, sick religion.” Then, I was a budding seminarian. Now, in the “purgatory” of my soul’s journey, I have, with each passing year, clarity in the living out of that straightforward directive.

Under the aegis of religion, a bifurcated and marginalized language has been born. Untrue to its etymological origins, the only thing “religio” seems to bind together is one or another “cause” supporting one’s own fanatical biases. Generally, it signals a faith encumbered by propositional dogmas that stridently restrict an encompassing God to rational and therefore much-too-moralistic dualisms. If I have responded to Carlyle Marney’s dictum, it is with a continuing commitment to assist those on this journey in learning to speak an adult faith.

Recently I was asked to clarify what I meant by “language of an adult faith.” Fair enough! I recall poet David Whyte’s line

This is the age of information.

This is the age of information.

…and one good word is bread for a thousand.


So, this, as much as anything, textures my devotion to honor Marney’s challenge. Words and concepts like sin, redemption, hell, heaven, repentance, original sin, the cross, obedience, resurrection, all are filled with magnetism and energy. These and many others have become subjected to the contortions of a Western dogmatic. For too long, exclusivist rights have been given to a “narrowing” rather than an “enlarging” of these great words of faith. There is a deeper complementary structure of mystery abiding within each concept of our great Christian tradition, containing a metaphysic grounded in an “apophatic”** way of seeing language, suggesting the interior universe of Spirit.

Too many are the people who have experienced and felt the rejection of a language laden with a singular way of seeing. They are awaiting the tradition understood by our earliest forbearers of this great faith. It is time we took this tradition back, reclaiming its health, restoring it to its original preeminence. We have adapted to a restrictive and somewhat confining Puritanism born of what has been illegitimately called a “Reformation.” In fact, it was not a “re-forming” at all, it seems to me. Rather, it was the attempt to control human will through constrictors that policed human desire; and this attempt utilized language as its prison. Hence for four hundred years we have now initialed these meanings into our spiritual DNA, as though they were legitimate and first born. In fact, what we have is a bastardization of what was once a language resplendent with imagination and vision, a language that called us “up” and “out” into our truest incarnation, the image and likeness of God."

From "Learning to Speak an Adult Faith"
by David Stringer
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Via The Mad Priest:

And many false prophets will arise
and lead many astray


Sketch: preparing for the Anglican summit
Friday, 21st September 2007
By: Stephen Bates.


Ah! New Orleans – the Big Easy, birthplace of the Blues and Louis Armstrong, city of Mardi Gras and Voodoo, the least Protestant town in the US: what better place to witness the latest stage in the break- up of the worldwide Anglican Communion? No prizes to be awarded – can you hear me, Bishop of Carlisle? – for the first one to pronounce God’s judgement if a hurricane hovers into view.

This week’s meeting between Rowan Williams and the American bishops will be my swan-song as a religious affairs correspondent, after eight years covering the subject for The Guardian. I’d have been less keen to attend had the venue been Detroit, but where better to end it? It is time to move on for me professionally, and probably for Anglicans too and this marks a suitable place to stop. There is also no doubting, personally, that writing this story has been too corrosive of what faith I had left: indeed watching the way the gay row has played out in the Anglican Communion has cost me my belief in the essential benignity of too many Christians. For the good of my soul, I need to do something else.

I had no notion in 2000 that it would come to this: I had thought then that we were all pretty ecumenical these days. I was soon disabused of that. I had scarcely ever met a gay person, certainly not knowingly a gay Christian, and had not given homosexuality and the Church the most cursory thought, much less held an opinion on the matter. But watching and reporting the way gays were referred to, casually, smugly, hypocritically; the way men such as Jeffrey John (and indeed Rowan Williams when he was appointed archbishop) were treated and often lied about, offended my doubtless inadequate sense of justice and humanity.

Why would any gay person wish to be a Christian? These are people condemned for who they are, not what they do, despite all the sanctimonious bleating to the contrary, men and women despised for wanting the sort of intimacy that heterosexual people take for granted and that the Church is only too happy to bless. Instead, in 2007, the Church of England and other denominations jump up and down to secure exclusive rights to continue discriminating against a minority of people it does not like. What a spectacle the Church has made of itself! What hope of proselytising in a country which has accepted civil partnerships entirely without rancour or bigotry?

A lot of people have wished me God speed (I dare say some have wished me good speed too) not least of them Andrew Carey in this paper the other week, when he was generous enough to praise me for holding the Church hierarchy to account.

Unfortunately, I cannot entirely reciprocate the compliment because Andrew claimed I had ‘an attitude of barely-concealed loathing towards the vast majority of evangelicals’ Always supposing Andrew instinctively knows that the vast majority of evangelicals all believe the same thing, I am reassured to see that – as with so many columnists – he hasn’t allowed his ignorance of my position to tamper with his natural indolence by troubling to find out what I actually do believe before presuming to write about it.

I can claim no such loathing for the vast majority of evangelicals, or indeed for evangelicalism, though it is not part of my Roman Catholic religious inheritance. I could scarcely have such a loathing, married as I am to my wife Alice, who is a devoted evangelical and not merely a perfunctory one. She has just returned from New Wine, where she has served in the prayer ministry team for a number of years; she works at Burrswood Christian Hospital and she is just starting training to become a lay reader (at the enthusiastic suggestion of her vicar, incidentally a graduate of Oak Hill). I hope this admission doesn’t get her hounded out. Her diocesan bishop took particular, some would say prurient, pains to scrutinise her marital background before agreeing that she could go forward, precisely, he admitted, because of who she is married to. We’ve only been married for the last 21 years.

Furthermore, our three children have also been brought up in the evangelical tradition. Two of them were Christened by Bruce Collins, now one of the leaders of New Wine and the third by Doug Holt, now canon of Bristol and husband of Anne of the Bible Society. These are people we count as friends. But perhaps I am mistaken and these folk aren’t true evangelicals – that’s one of the troubles, isn’t it: the exclusivism and mutual antagonism of some of the sects? No, it’s not evangelicalism, or evangelicals, I loathe, merely some of the practitioners who have made such a spectacle and scandal of the Church in recent years. They are by no means the majority, though they would like to pretend they are and presume to speak for all the rest.

They are the sort of people who claim themselves so superior to their bishops that they won’t allow them to touch them for ordination, or who would not allow the Archbishop of Canterbury to preach from their pulpits (they should be so lucky) for fear that he might dangerously challenge the comfortable beliefs of their flocks, the sort of people who pick and choose the sins that are acceptable and condemn those – always committed by other, lesser people – that are not. Why is remarrying divorced people now OK – allowing them to continue fornicating – but not recognising the lifelong commitment of gay people to each other? Why does the Bishop of Carlisle happily bless nuclear submarines and, for all I know, dogs and cats, but not the unions of people who wish to demonstrate their devotion to each other for ever?

The trouble with these people, my wife always says, is that they don’t read their Bibles, for they know nothing of charity. I think she’s right and I am in mortal danger of losing mine. It’s time to move on.

Stephen Bates will be succeeded as the Guardian’s religious affairs correspondent by Riazat Butt, the first Muslim to be appointed to such a post by a British national newspaper.

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The challenge of the church, of Christianity, of spiritually minded folk of all religions is to move forward into the open space of God and Future. To cultivate the fearlessness that it takes to do this.

We know all about the past , the warring tribes and sects. We live it still to this day. The past is killing us.

The outer life of the tribe must be transformed by the inner life of each community. By the inner life of each person in the community. By the possibility of spiritual friendship among the members of the community, and spreading out from them, to the world at large.

Joseph Campbell says:

"The problem for and the function of religion in this age is to awaken the heart. When the clergy do not or cannot awaken the heart, that tells us that they are unable to interpret the symbols through which they are supposed to enlighten and spiritually nourish their people. When instead, the clergy talk of ethical and political problems, that constitutes a betrayal of the human race. This substitution of social work , or heavy involvement in regulating the intimate decisions of family life, has nothing to do with the real calling of the clergy to open to their people the dimensions of the meaning of the Death, Resurrection, and ascension of Jesus. These latter constitute a system of symbols that works perfectly.

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Metaphors, the essential structures of religious language, as we have observed before and will recall yet again, are read in terms of their concrete referents, or denotations, with the result that one people is pitted against another people, when, in truth, the whole sense of metaphor is to transcend separation and duality. When the clergy fail in their first task of understanding the symbols of which they are guardians one is forced to feel that only artists are left to do this spiritual exploration for us."

{From Joseph Campbell's "Thou Art That"}

Saturday, September 22, 2007

Don't Know



















Image from Mad Priest

Bishop Marky Marc
freestyling for jesus


Bishop Marc's Statement to the House of Bishops

and Archbishop of Canterbury
Written by The Rt. Rev. Marc Handley Andrus
Friday, 21 September 2007


Following is the statement delivered by the Rt. Rev. Marc Handley Andrus to the Archbishop of Canterbury and the House of Bishops of The Episcopal Church; 20 September 2007.

Most Reverend Sir, Grandmere Mimi and Honored Guests from the Communion,
I am Marc Andrus, Bishop of the Diocese of California. I have been given the grace of serving a diocese that encompasses enormous diversity, both in what we call the natural environment, and also in what we might call human ecology. I grew up in the American South where to my consciousness human diversity was cast in terms of Black and White.

In the California Bay Area the societal parameters for inclusion, outside even the concerns of the Church, are wide ranging: gender, ethnicity, economic, and sexual orientation. All of these parameters have received intense attention in the civil society, and have also been the concerns of the Episcopal Church in the Bay Area.

With respect to sexual orientation, it must be said that the Episcopal Church is the main refuge for lesbian, gay, bisexual and transgendered people who are seeking to lead a Christian life. These people are primarily not natives of the Bay Area, they come from all over the United States and indeed the world. They have come to San Francisco and the Bay Area seeking a life where they are not subjected to discrimination and violence, where they can lead normal lives, and in some cases, Christian lives. It is my responsibility to provide a context for this search for holiness of life.

It is also important to say here that the Episcopal Church in the Bay Area is immeasurably enriched by the presence of LGBT people in our parishes and missions. These are gifted, faithful Christian people, lay and ordained, passionate about their faith and church. It is hard to imagine what the Diocese of California would be like without these great people, but I can get something of a picture by remembering the many places I’ve lived from which they have come to the Bay Area, places where they were barred from employment, pushed out of their homes and families, and yes, found cold welcome in churches, and tragically in some instances, were subjected to physical violence. For every one of these men and women enlivening the Episcopal Church in the Diocese of California there are empty places all over the United States where their graceful presences are missing.

This is also true for me regarding Gene Robinson. He has
helped this body of bishops of the Church with intelligence, passion, humility and great courage over the past four years, and I know he has served his diocese in the same manner. I hope, simply, that there will not be a Gene-shaped space at the Lambeth Conference where the living child of God Gene should be.

Giambattista Vico differentiates in the New Science between rational metaphysics and imaginative metaphysics that begins to open, for me, the margins between knowing and being. He writes, “As rational metaphysics teaches that man becomes all things by understanding them, imaginative metaphysics shows that man becomes all things by not understanding them, for when…he does not understand he…becomes them by transforming himself into them.” Causally, these work from two different kinds of “spaces.”

Rational metaphysics works from “limited space,” while imaginative metaphysics from “open spaces.” Both are important, even necessary. One finds its home in reason, while the other finds its home in myth. Why the split? What has caused us to delimit one to the exclusion of the other? Being children of the Enlightenment, and especially Scholasticism, the twelfth and thirteenth centuries have toppled us into this distinction. We now live within the domain when Reason has become God, the results of which are a “burned-out skeleton” with the particular, i.e., limited space, being the measurement of an over-explained world. More became, in fact, less.

by the Rev. David Stringer, Rector, All Saints’ Episcopal Church, Corpus Christi
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My new theme is decompression. Opening space. Don't know.

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Lead From the Heart and Do What Is Right

“I've decided to lead with my heart.”



I started crying one minute in and didn't stop. Watch now.

Jerry Sanders, Mayor of San Diego, reverses 30 years of his own public position in five minutes, choosing to support gay marriage.

I just could not bring myself to tell an entire group of people in our community they were less important, less worthy, or less deserving than the rights and responsibilities of marriage than anyone else, simply because of their sexual orientation.

A decision to veto this resolution would have been inconsistent with the values I've embraced over the last 30 years.
Stunning. Beautiful. Authentic. Deeply human.

In the next one to ten years, more politicians will have this moment.

Ever wondered what the whole world would be like if politicians just told the naked truth? What a person looks like as their entire life shifts?

Now you do... A human being being fully human looks like Jerry Sanders.

Friday, September 21, 2007

Friday at the Movies













Andrew Sullivan

The Best. Movie. Line. Ever.

21 Sep 2007

We had over 20,000 votes over five days. And the winner is:

Elia Kazan, director. Marlon Brando, actor. Budd Schulberg, writer. Second place: Casablanca. Third: Cool Hand Luke. In the end, you agreed with Pauline Kael. Her celebration of Brando's genius can be found in an essay she wrote for the Atlantic in 1966. It dealt with Brando's long decline, made more poignant by the brilliance of his youth:

If he had not been so presumptuous as to try to think for himself in Hollywood and if he hadn't had a sense of irony, he could have pretended—and convinced a lot of people—that he was still a contender.

...Perhaps Brando has been driven to this self-parody so soon because of his imaginative strength and because of that magnetism that makes him so compelling an expression of American conflicts. His greatness is in a range that is too disturbing to be encompassed by regular movies. As with Bette Davis, as with John Barrymore, even when he mocks himself, the self he mocks is more prodigious than anybody else around. It's as if the hidden reserves of power have been turned to irony. Earlier, when his roles were absurd, there was a dash of irony; now it's taken over: the nonconformist with no roles to play plays with his roles. Brando is still the most exciting American actor on the screen. The roles may not be classic, but the actor's dilemma is.

Emerson outlined the American artist's way of life a century ago—"Thou must pass for a fool for a long season." We used to think that the season meant only youth, before the artist could prove his talent, make his place, achieve something. Now it is clear that for screen artists, and perhaps not only for screen artists, youth is, relatively speaking, the short season; the long one is the degradation after success.

Thanks for all the nominations; thanks for the 20,000 plus votes; and thanks for the idea. A reader prompted it, and sent in the first nomination. In the poll, that first entry got no votes at all. But it was the spark that led to the fun and games.

and as a bonus:

What Real Criticism Reads Like

21 Sep 2007

If you don't know the wonderful British writer, A.A. Gill, you should. Scorn doesn't quite manage to sum up the prose he pours over the egos of those unfortunate enough to be reviewed by him. Here's a paragraph a reader sent along from last weekend. Full disclosure - Gill writes for my paper, the Sunday Times. Money quote:

The play was the thing – a desperate, unbelievable, dramatically inert bit of third-degree embarrassment; secondhand agitprop cliché that would have shamed a drama-GCSE improv class. Not a single word or emotion or reaction was honest or believable or real. Again, I’m speechless with admiration for the Tristram who has been paid money, fed lunch and given a chair that goes up and down and has such insouciant confidence in the idiocy of his audience that he allowed this to be broadcast. And not just cast, but cast with good actors who had agents who suffered the same effortless belief and said: "Do it. Who cares? It’s cash." Finally, and most awe-inspiringly, that someone sat down at a keyboard, tapped away and made The Dinner Party – a crippling, dribbling, mewling homunculus of plagiarism. And, having done it, they didn't turn white and book themselves into an ashram. They said: "This is cool. I'll show it to the grown-ups", and pressed Send. The next time this writer sees his or her name in print, I abjectly pray it’s under "Employee of the month" at Burger King.

Living By Thanksgiving ~ Lighten Up Friday Night



















Fr. Jake Stops the World


From Mark Morford, SF Gate columnist:

...Perhaps we can take the long view, the wide view, the spiritual or karmic view, even, insofar as the short and linear view has become so stifling and deadly and useless. Perhaps this is the only way.

Because truly, many in the alternative set, the lightworkers and the gurus and the healers and the deep teachers, those who think outside the war room and beyond the bland academic platitudes, these people tend see Iraq, BushCo, the American right and all the sanctimonious bleakness surrounding them as merely the inky remnants of a passing disease, the last, vicious gasp of a dying ideology, the violent struggle of resistance that always erupts before any great cosmic shift.

Which is to say: The screeching of the Christian right, the shrill alarmism from cultural conservatives regarding everything from sex and drugs and music to gays and nipples and creationism, the rejection of science, the attacks on women's rights, the abuse of the environment, all the way up to the bleakest and ugliest manisfestation of all, a brutal and unwinnable war -- taken as a whole, these can, if you so choose, be seen as merely the embers of a hugely failed -- and yes, nearly extinct -- worldview.

Here is the hesitant optimism, the hint of the new, the tentative suggestion that all is not lost: By many measures, the worst of it is over. There really is light coming, a new awareness, a shift away from the bleakness and the rot and the wallowing in bland violence. Perhaps you can feel it. Or perhaps you need to be ready to feel it. Either way, it's there. You have but to do the most easy/difficult thing of all: you must look behind the veil, see the two dueling Americas, and make your choice.
It is the last gasp of a dying worldview with which we struggle. And it knows it is dying, so its voice has become loud and shrill. It writhes and lashes out, desperate to survive. But its time has come and gone. Something new is emerging.

There is light coming. Take heart. Do not be afraid.

Thanks, fs.

J.

From New Orleans: Grandmere Mimi

The Daily Episcopalian brings us a report from June Butler, known to most of us as "Grandmere Mimi," who is a native of New Orleans:

...As the bishops processed into the auditorium, I had to suppress a desire to stand up and cheer when Bishop Katharine passed. She has presence - a quiet dignity and grace about her - that comes through, literally, in passing...

...Archbishop Williams had toured the Lower Ninth Ward in New Orleans, and thus was aware of desolation which still remains, for only a very few brave souls have had the courage to rebuild in that area. The archbishop spoke of what we owe to one another. "The bottom line is that what we owe to one another most deeply of all is gratitude - not even respect, not even the recognition of dignity so much as gratitude," he said. "We are indebted to one another.

I am indebted to your existence because I would not be myself without you. A community, a society, that can get to that level of recognition is one that lives from a deeper place." He went on, "If the church does not live by thanksgiving, I don't what it lives by." We owe each other, but most of all we owe Jesus Christ - for life, hope, strength, and joy. As Williams said, "We owe Christ big time, as they say"...

...The finale was a musical presentation by the Irvin Mayfield Quartet of a slow Just a Closer Walk, I'll Fly Away, and a rousing When The Saints Go Marching In, which brought out the white handkerchiefs waving in the air and drew folks into the aisles in a second line, marching and waving their white handkerchiefs. I caught a glimpse of a couple of purple shirts in the marching group. I'll wager that this conclusion was unique for a House of Bishops prayer service.
Fr.Jake Stops The World
And... On a Lighter Note
MadPriest's top tips for ministers


NO. 57: Arranging a break-in

From THE MONITOR:

SAN BENITO — The Rev. Dori Zubizarreta had to improvise her sermon a few weeks ago after thieves took the written sermon from her office.

“I was going to use that sermon for the 8 o’clock morning Mass, but I had to wing it,” Zubizarreta said. “By the 10:30 (a.m.) Mass, I had already worked it out.”

The sermon was one of the items taken Sept. 1 from All Saints Episcopal Church on the 400 block of North Regan Street when a group of men robbed the church’s office, Zubizarreta said.

“They had completely gone through every desk,” making off with about $15 in petty cash as well as a set of keys for the church and office, she said. “It was a mess.”

But it could have been worse, Zubizarreta said.

As for her sermon, she said she doesn’t think the thieves meant to take it, but collected it as they scooped up papers that were on her desk.

COMMENT: Nice one, Rev. Zubizarreta! I am sure it will be added to the repertoire of excuses by many of us hard pressed ministers. Oh, and I hope you enjoyed your Saturday off.

Friday Night This and That













(cartoon from madpriest)


The DVAnt disco

















Afternoon Of The Rhino - The Mike Post Coalition
Bar-B-Q - Wendy Rene
Here I Go Again - Archie Bell & The Drells (pictured above)
I Can't Break The News To Myself - Ben E. King
Something New To Do - Bobby Sheen
Thank You Baby For Loving Me - Soul Brothers Six
That's What You Do To Me - Deon Jackson
Yes To The Lord - The Stovall Sisters

Enjoy.

Tat Tvam Asi

















"Joseph Campbell was fond of asking Schopenhauer's question, found in his essay "On the Foundations of Morality": "how is it possible that suffering that is neither my own, nor of my concern should immediately affect me as though it were my own, and with such force that it moves me to action?.... This is something really mysterious, something for which Reason can provide no explanation, and for which no basis can be found in practical experience. It is not unknown even to the most hard-hearted and self-interested. Examples appear every day before our eyes of instant responses of the kind, without reflection, one person helping another, coming to his aid, even setting his own life in clear danger for someone whom he has seen for the first time, having nothing more in mind than that the other is in need and in peril of his life..."

Schopenhauer's response, one Campbell delighted in making his own, was that the immediate reaction and response represented the breakthrough of a metaphysical realization best rendered as "thou art that." This presupposes, as the German philosopher wrote, his identification with someone not himself, a penetration of the barrier between persons so that the other was no longer perceived as an indifferent stranger but as a person "in whom I suffer, in spite of the fact that his skin does not enfold my nerves."

This fundamental insight, as Schopenhauer continued, reveals that "my own true inner being actually exists in every living creature... {and} is the ground of the compassion (Mitleid) upon which all true, that is to say, unselfish, virtue rests and whose expression is in every good deed."

~Joseph Campbell
Thou Art That

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It is not enough to say prayers, one must become, be prayer, prayer incarnate. It is not enough to have moments of praise. All of life, each act, every gesture, even the smile of the human face, must become a human of adoration, an offering, a prayer. One should offer not what one has, but what one is.

~ Paul Evdokimov (1901 - 1970)
Russian Orthodox Theologian

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If you are praised, be silent. If you are scolded, be silent. If you incur losses, be silent. If you receive profit, be silent. If you are satiated, be silent. If you are hungry, also be silent. And do not be afraid that there will be no fruit when all dies down; there will be! Not everything will die down. Energy will appear; and what energy!

~Feofil, The Fool for Christ (1788 - 1853)
Russian priest, saint, ascetic, and visionary

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God of truth, I ask that I may receive,
so that my joy may be full.
Meanwhile, let my mind meditate on it,
let my tongue speak of it,
let my heart love it,
let my mouth preach it,
my flesh thirst for it,
and my whole being desire it,
until I enter into the joy of my Lord,
who is God one and triune, blessed forever.

Amen


Anselm of Canterbury (c.1033 - 1109)
Saint and founder of medieval Scholasticism


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Wednesday, September 19, 2007

Who Can Ever Be Grateful Enough For Poetry?
























Two by Hayden Carruth

via Follow Me Here



On Being Asked To Write A Poem Against The War In Vietnam


Well I have and in fact
more than one and I'll
tell you this too

I wrote one against
Algeria that nightmare
and another against

Korea and another
against the one
I was in

and I don't remember
how many against
the three

when I was a boy
Abyssinia Spain and
Harlan County

and not one
breath was restored
to one

shattered throat
mans womans or childs
not one not

one
but death went on and on
never looking aside

except now and then
with a furtive half-smile
to make sure I was noticing.



When I Wrote A Little

poem in the ancient mode for you
that was musical and had old words

in it such as would never do in
the academies you loved it and you

said you did not know how to thank
me and in truth this is a problem

for who can ever be grateful enough
for poetry but i said you thank me

every day and every night wordlessly
which you really do although again

in truth it is a problem for how can
life ever be consonant with spirit

yet we are human and are naturally
hungry for gratitude yes we need it

and never have enough oh my dear i
think these problems are always with

us and in reality have no solutions
except when we wash them away on

salty tides of loving as we rock in
the dark sure sea of our existence

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Sunday, September 16, 2007

A Place Men Go To Lose Their Minds and Their Lives



















The Sideshow

"Chafee quietly quits the GOP: "PROVIDENCE - Lincoln D. Chafee, who lost his Senate seat in the wave of anti-Republican sentiment in last November's election, said yesterday that he has left the party. Chafee said he disaffiliated with the party he had helped lead, and his father had led before him, because the national Republican Party has gone too far away from his stance on too many critical issues, from war to economics to the environment. 'It's not my party any more,' he said."

At the Telegraph, "Bush setting America up for war with Iran: Senior American intelligence and defence officials believe that President George W Bush and his inner circle are taking steps to place America on the path to war with Iran, The Sunday Telegraph has learnt."

From The Times, another look at the book by "America's elder statesman of finance", "Alan Greenspan claims Iraq war was really for oil [...] However, it is his view on the motive for the 2003 Iraq invasion that is likely to provoke the most controversy. 'I am saddened that it is politically inconvenient to acknowledge what everyone knows: the Iraq war is largely about oil,' he says."

Alex Horton's last post at Army of Dude said he'd completed his final mission of the deployment and was coming home. I was hoping we'd see something after he got home so we'd know he made it OK, but that post is two weeks old. But he made some interesting comments about seeing the generals come in for the dog and pony show, and he also said this: The public can do something about this. It doesn't have to be a hopeless cause forever. Write your Congressmen, go to a rally, read as much as you can about Iraq to see it for what it is: a place men go to lose their minds and their lives. And most importantly, love your children. Teach them that war is not honorable, it's no plaything cast with an indifferent hand. It's the most terrible thing man ever brought to the world. My generation didn't learn from Vietnam, but the next one can learn from us. The memories and spirit of Chevy and Jesse compel you, America. Do not forget your fallen sons."

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Cartoon by Dave Shrigley

My brother called me yesterday -- one of my four brothers. Most of us siblings don't talk on the phone very much. As a matter of fact, most of us are phone phobic.

Phone phobic.

Strange, that. I've never quite understood the peculiarities of our family, but who ever really understands their own family's oddness. If you've always been in that relationship, it just feels familiar.

As my father has aged and has talked more freely openly and urgently about his experiences in World War II, I've begun to think about Post Traumatic stress and my father's generation. The 50s and 60s are really a classic PTSD scenario:

"PTSD symptoms may include: nightmares, flashbacks, emotional detachment or numbing of feelings (emotional self-mortification or dissociation), insomnia, avoidance of reminders and extreme distress when exposed to the reminders ("triggers"), loss of appetite, irritability, hypervigilance, memory loss (may appear as difficulty paying attention), excessive startle response, clinical depression, and anxiety.

A person suffering from PTSD may also exhibit one or more comorbid psychiatric disorders. These may include clinical depression (or bipolar disorder), general anxiety disorder, and a variety of addictions.

According to DSM-IV, symptoms that appear within the first month of the trauma are not called PTSD but Acute stress disorder. If there is no improvement of symptoms after a month, PTSDis diagnosed. PTSD is divided into three categories: Acute PTSD subsides within three months. If symptoms persist, the diagnosis is changed to chronic PTSD. The third category, delayed-onset PTSD, may occur months, years or even decades after the traumatic event."

Think of the ratcheting up of a high-anxiety culture ever since the 60s. We are a PTSD culture, and a great many people in the culture are affected.

I think about my Dad's personal idiosyncratic peculiarities -- the restlessness, constant tapping, tuneless humming, so many things that happened in our family take on a new light.
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From Field of Infinite Possibilities to the Possibly Finite

















Real Live Preacher
August 21, 2007

Letting go of the need to know

If you were extremely wealthy, you could try to see everything. You could hop into a car and zoom across the United States, stopping in major cities and seeing the famous sites. You could pay a cabbie to wait for you while you hurried to the top of the Empire State Building for a quick look. Then you'd hop back in the cab and say, "To the Statue of Liberty, and step on it!"

You could bounce along the south rim of the Grand Canyon, stopping for a few moments at each viewing point before heading for Monument Valley. You could drive across the Golden Gate Bridge, snapping pictures and reading a brochure that tells you how many people have jumped off the bridge and how hard it is to keep it painted. You could move to Washington, D.C., and spend a year going through the Smithsonian Institute, taking notes and pictures of everything as you strolled through the buildings.

You could do these sorts of things for years and years, checking off each famous site in a little notebook before hopping a train to the next exciting destination. Eventually your notebook would be thick and full of notations that no one, including you, would ever read. But at some point you could proudly claim to have seen everything in the United States.

You wouldn't have seen everything, of course, but with your fat notebook and collection of snapshots, no one would dispute your right to make that claim.

And then what would you do? I guess you'd move on to Europe with a fresh notebook. (You did say you were going to try to see everything.)

You could do that, if you had the money and the time.

Or. . .

You could spend your whole life in some small part of the world. You could explore vacant lots and empty meadows. You could eat every single item on the menu of every café in town. You could look at the sky and say, "Not much rain for this time of year. We usually have eight or ten inches by now."

You could spend hundreds of hours over many years walking throughout your small part of the world, becoming familiar with the names and peculiarities of all the plants and animals found there. Perhaps there would even be a local pond for you to plumb and explore, like Thoreau did. How well can a person know one body of water in a lifetime? You would seek the answer to that question.

In your old age, you could sit on your porch and tell fascinating and entertaining stories of local history and lore. You could say, "I know these parts like the back of my hand." That wouldn't be true, exactly. If you took one more walk through the woods with your eyes open, you would find plenty of new things, but no one would dispute your right to make that claim.

Admittedly, these are two extreme approaches to life, and you will probably find yourself somewhere in the middle. But you will have to make a choice. You can be a specialist or you can be a generalist. There's not enough time to be both.

If you are a generalist, there will be things you will not see no matter how much you travel. If you are a specialist, there will be tiny secrets and truths that will elude you, no matter how carefully you look.

That means that no matter how you approach life, you are going to have to relax and let some things go. You'll have to watch as your dream of seeing the Great Wall of China slips away from you. If not that dream, then some other. You'll have to admit to your friends on the front porch that you never got around to exploring that gulley down by the railroad tracks. That mystery will stand. If not that mystery, then some other.

The search for knowledge, both general and specific, is a strange compulsion for us. It was, after all, the tree of knowledge that Adam and Eve saw and it was the tree's fruit that they wanted to taste. New knowledge and new experiences feed our souls in natural ways, like food for the mind. But the search for knowledge has this danger: there is no end to it. There is no clean break, never a clear marker that says, "Enough. You've seen and learned as much as you can and should."

Regardless of how much knowledge you amass in your lifetime, most of it will die with you in the end. I did tell you, didn't I, that it's unlikely that anyone will read your travel journals.

This is why the search for knowledge cannot bear the full weight of human desire, which includes the search for wisdom, serenity and meaning in life. These spiritual pursuits call us to slow down and let go, to accept the limits of our humanity with grace and dignity.

The search and desire for anything can become an unhealthy obsession unless, somewhere along the way, you learn this.

Ironic, isn't it? The human hunger to acquire knowledge is one of the things that sets us apart from other creatures on our planet. We are proud of our knowledge; it defines us in important ways. But we also need grace and wisdom and serenity if our search for knowledge is to have a satisfying ending.
Gordon Atkinson is the author of RealLivePreacher.com (Eerdmans), a collection of essays from his blog of the same name.

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©2007 G.B. Trudeau

Saturday, September 15, 2007

The Person, Not the Book















Skellig Michael
Ireland

Jesus Christ, The Land of the Living

The ambiguity of divine power suffuses the Christian Bible in both its Testaments and therefore presses this question for us Christians: how do we reconcile the ambiguity of our Bible's violent and/or nonviolent God? My proposal is that the Christian Bible presents the radicality of a just and nonviolent God repeatedly and relentlessly confronting the normalcy of an unjust and violent civilization. Again and again throughout the biblical tradition, God's radical vision for nonviolent justice is offered, and again and again we manage to mute it back into the normalcy of violent injustice.

The Christian Bible records the ongoing struggle between the normalcy of civilization's program of religion, war, victory, peace (or more succinctly, peace through justice), seen here in Chapter 2. But that struggle is depicted inside the Bible itself. That is its integrity and its authority. If the Bible were only about peace through victory, we would not need it. It if were only about peace through justice, we would not believe it.

The Christian Bible forces us to witness the struggle of these two transcendental visions within its own pages and to ask ourselves as Christians how we decide between them. My answer is that we are bound to whichever of these visions was incarnated by and in the historical Jesus. It is not the violent but the nonviolent God who is revealed to Christian faith in Jesus of Nazareth and announced to Christian faith by Paul of Tarsus.

I conclude with an image to hold in imagination as we move from this chapter to the next one. Istanbul's Church of St. Savior was originally called "in chora" because is was situated "in the country" or "in the land" outside the walls of Constantine's new city of Constantinople. Later, when it was included inside Theodonisan's walls, that title was changed into a superb pun to mean Jesus Christ as himself "the land of the living." Having gone from church to mosque to museum, it is today the Kariye Muzesi.

As you pass from outer to inner narthex, the doorway is crowned with a magnificent mosaic of Christ Pantokrator. That title, by the way, meant "All-Powerful" at a time when the Christian Byzantine emperors still held the title Autokrator, or "Self-Powerful", once held by the pagan Roman emperors. As in all such Eastern icons, frescoes, or mosaics of Christ, his right hand is raised in an authoritative teaching gesture, with his fingers separated into a twosome and a threesome to command Christian faith in the two natures of Christ and the three persons of the Trinity. as usual, he holds a book in his left hand. But he is not reading the book -- it is not even open, but securely closed and rightly clasped.

Christ does not read the Bible, the New Testament, or the Gospel. He is the norm of the bible, the criterion of the the New Testament, the incarnation of the Gospel. That is how we Christians decide between a violent and nonviolent God in the Bible, New Testament, or Gospel. The person, not the book, and the life, not the text, are decisive and constitutive for us.

pp. 94 and 95
God and Empire
by John Dominic Crossan

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I cannot recommend this book too highly!


Friday, September 14, 2007

Forget Everything





















Forget Everything

John Squadra


If someone says, "To be enlightened you must
fast and pray all night,"
Have dinner and go to bed.
If you see a sign, "This way to salvation,"
run the other way.
If someone says, "This book is the truth,
you can buy it from me,"
Take your money and buy grapes and roses.
If someone says, "He's talking tonight,
thousands will be saved."

Go for a walk...listen to the birds
and watch the clouds, and leave
your backpack, your Bible and your Buddha
under a tree and hope
they will be gone when you return.
Where we are going you can't carry anything,
not even your name.
If there is logic in the above,
be afraid, it's a lie.

But if you feel something in your chest
as beautiful as the grass beneath your feet,
be grateful...open your arms
and forget everything
you ever thought you knew.

~ This Ecstasy

Thursday, September 13, 2007

Can Any Good Come From College Football?















I knew if I lived long enough, something good would eventually come out of college football. Go read this, and by all means follow the link to marchingsport.com..


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Go and visit , and you also get to listen to the Colonel Bogey March.

I mean it. Trust me.

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Spiritual Companions















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Companioning

Companioning is about honoring the spirit; it
is not about focusing on the intellect.

Companioning is about curiosity; it is not about
expertise.

Companioning is about learning from others; it
is not about leading.

Companioning is about walking alongside; it is
not about leading.

Companioning is about being still; it is not
about frantic movement forward.

Companioning is about discovering the gifts
of sacred silence; it is not about filling every
painful moment with words.

Companioning is about listening with the
heart; it is not about analyzing with the head.

Companioning is about bearing witness to the
struggles of others; it is not about directing
those struggles.

Companioning is about going to the
wilderness of the soul with another
human being; it is not about thinking you are
responsible for finding the way out.

- Jennifer Gamber, Center for Loss


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Wednesday, September 12, 2007

More Falling Man


















From Empire Burlesque


Falling Nation: The Fertile Murder of 9/11


Written by Chris Floyd
Monday, 10 September 2007


Below is the column I wrote the day after the attacks on September 11, 2001; it was published in the Moscow Times two days later. There's been a lot of water -- and blood -- under bridge since then, a lot of new facts, and many new questions; but I think most of the piece still holds true, especially this line: "Blood will have blood; that's certain. But blood will not end it. For murder is fertile: it breeds more death, like a spider laden with a thousand eggs."

In fact, during a week in which we are witnessing the shameful, vomitous spectacle of the nation's "leaders" and "responsible" commentators pushing outright lies and juvenile fantasies in order to keep murdering Iraqis -- and our own soldiers -- in a criminal grab for loot and power, those sentences ring more true than ever.

And every day that this war goes on -- a war instigated and maintained in the deceitfully-evoked name of the victims of 9/11 -- we breed another writhing mass of spiders swollen to bursting with future death.

"That Which Happened"

Originally published in the Moscow Times, Sept. 14, 2001.

Perhaps their knives were made of stone – chipped flints, sharpened to a deadly point: the earliest human technology. Stone knives would have baffled the sleek security machines, scanning for metal, for iron and steel. Perhaps that's how the guardians of the world's greatest power were defeated by a handful of men.

A handful of men, dedicated to God, willing to die for their cause – virtues celebrated throughout the civilized world. Old-fashioned men, too: this was not push-button war, there were no guided missiles streaking across vast oceans, no bomb bays opening somewhere above the clouds. This was the real thing, the raw thing, fierce and elemental. They came to kill and they came to die. They killed; they died.

And so the unimaginable has come, at last, to America. Unimaginable, that the innocent could lie dead in their thousands, buried beneath the ruins of ordinary life. Unimaginable, that the destruction that has swept back and forth across the world in great waves, leaving the innocent lying dead in their millions, should have at last spilled over the strong sea-walls that preserved the nation's wealth and tranquility. Unimaginable, that Americans should know what so many, too many, have known before: the sudden, gutting horror of mass-murdering injustice.

How did it happen? America spends $30 billion a year, year after year after year, on "intelligence." Untold trillions have been spent on "defense." The nation bristles with powerful ordnance, it "projects dominance" (as the strategists like to say) all over the globe. And yet its leaders are like blind men, raging like Oedipus, unable to see their attackers or defend their people or understand what is happening to them.

Struck and wounded, they fall back on empty rhetoric: "an attack on democracy" – as if the suspected plotters, who spent years in a war to the death with the Soviet Union, give a damn what America's political system might be. Then come the metaphysical explanations: "A new evil has come upon us." "This is a war between good and evil."

Well yes, it's evil – as the killing of every innocent person is – but it isn't new. It's as old as the hills, as old as any chipped flint dug up from the ground. It's religious arrogance, tribalism, lust for power and – let's be honest about it – a falling-out among former allies, old comrades in undercover war. Each one of these is a powerful engine of hatred – churning in the dirt of the real world, in the mixed matter of the human brain, in the murk and folly of human history.

Religious arrogance: the implacable, impenetrable conviction that absolute truth is in your sole possession. You are good, favored by God; your enemies are evil, demonic. Tribalism (or in "civilized" terms, nationalism, patriotism): the belief that your country, your people, your grievances, your interests are above all others, that your values are so important that innocent people must sometimes be sacrificed to them. Lust for power: the burning desire to impose your will on the whole world – or failing that, to bring the whole world crumbling down around you.

And a falling-out. The White House points the finger of blame at Osama Bin Laden – a demon made to order, right out of central casting, remorseless, demented, crafty, rich. Like Saddam Hussein – another sinister figure suspected of collusion in the attack – Bin Laden was once empowered by America itself. The same intelligence services that now stand blind, struck and wounded, cynically embraced these brutal renegades as pawns in the Great Game of geopolitics; embraced them, armed them, paid them, built them up into autonomous powers – then, like Dr. Frankenstein, lost control of their creatures. The used became the users, and in Iraq, Iran, Kuwait, Afghanistan – and now, New York and Washington – they have killed their thousands, and their tens of thousands.

In the name of religion. In the service of patriotism. In the lust for power – to project their dominance.

This is not a new evil. It's as old as the hills, and is with us always.

But atrocity tends to raze the ground of history. In the aftermath, with the cries of lamentation rising over fresh graves, it is always Zero Hour. "That which happened" – to borrow the poet Paul Celan's phrase for the Nazis' unspeakable crimes – buries what came before, effaces the paths that led us to this place, strips away the cloak of reason (a thin rag in the best of times), and leaves nothing but the bare, anguished call for revenge.

So the leaders, the blind men, assemble. They call urgently for war – against someone, somewhere; they cannot say who, because they cannot see. The intelligence services are put to work – perhaps they will find a new pawn, someone to turn against the one who has turned against them; someone new to embrace, arm, pay, empower. Perhaps the missiles will streak and the bomb bays will open indiscriminately, as before. Or perhaps it will be left to assassins, surgeons of death who will use the terrorist's own weapons of treachery and surprise to destroy the culprits – and the inevitable "collaterals."

Blood will have blood; that's certain. But blood will not end it. For murder is fertile: it breeds more death, like a spider laden with a thousand eggs. And who now can break this cycle, which has been going on for generations? Past folly undoes us, but who, in the Zero Hour, can ignore the lamentations? Who can deny the ghosts, these loved ones gone, the red food demanded by the dead?

There is no answer. It will not stop. They say the world has now changed irreversibly, that nothing will ever be the same. But it will be the same. The same engines of hatred, the same murk, the same dirt, the same mixed matter in human brains.

This is not a new evil. It's as old as the hills, and it is with us always.

"Even unto the end of the world."

Another Sort of Metaphor



















Falling Man.. 9-11 . Richard Drew ,ap

Newsrack Blog

9/11, the salience of mortality, and the future of American democracy - "Nobody jumped."

  1. PLEASE BRIEFLY DESCRIBE THE EMOTIONS THAT THE THOUGHT OF YOUR OWN DEATH AROUSES IN YOU.
  2. JOT DOWN, AS SPECIFICALLY AS YOU CAN, WHAT YOU THINK WILL HAPPEN TO YOU AS YOU PHYSICALLY DIE AND ONCE YOU ARE PHYSICALLY DEAD.
These two questions are part of one kind of psychological experiment* designed to measure the difference in subsequent behavior between people confronted with thinking about their own death, and those not so confronted. Using methods like these, psychology researchers are zeroing in on a truth that is still not well enough, or widely enough, understood about events like 9/11: they really do change everything -- that is, they really do change the way people, in the aggregate, think about everything.

Mortality salience
In "Death Grip: How political psychology explains Bush's ghastly success," John Judis of The New Republic provides an overview of this research, called variously "mortality salience theory" or "terror management theory." Judis recalls going door to door in West Virginia in the June and then just before the 2004 election, and being struck by how skeptical voter attitudes towards Bush had reversed and solidified into Bush support. In contrast to "rational choice theory" which presupposes, well, rational choice, Judis explains that
[t]here is, however, one group of scholars -- members of the relatively new field of political psychology -- who are trying to explain voter preferences that can't be easily quantified ... the research that is perhaps most relevant to the 2004 election has been conducted by psychologists Sheldon Solomon, Jeff Greenberg, and Tom Pyszczynski. In the the early 1980s, they developed what they clumsily called "terror management theory." Their idea was not about how to clear the subways in the event of an attack, but about how people cope with the terrifying and potentially paralyzing realization that, as human beings, we are destined to die. Their experiments showed that the mere thought of one's mortality can trigger a range of emotions -- from disdain for other races, religions, and nations, to a preference for charismatic over pragmatic leaders, to a heightened attraction to traditional mores.
(Links added.) Judis goes on to explain how the three researchers were influenced by the work of Ernest Becker, whose final book, "The Denial of Death," won a Pulitzer Prize in 1974. Based on Judis' explanation -- but without having read Becker's book -- I'd venture to say the fear of death is a subsurface foundation of Maslow's "hierarchy of needs."

Judis describes remarkable and apparently widely reproduced results indicating that people recently confronted with thoughts of their own death or death in general are more likely to
  • take a negative view of essays critical of the United States (American respondents),
  • take a negative view of essays by "outsiders" (such as Jews, in a survey of Christians, or Turks, in a survey of Germans)
  • favor a "charismatic" leader telling them they were not ordinary, but part of a special nation
Moreover, the effects remained when the respondents were unconscious of what was going on -- and they were readily extended to the effects of reminders of 9/11. Similar to how subliminal exposure to the word "death" caused respondents to complete "coff-" as "coffin" rather than "coffee", subliminal exposure to the phrases "9/11" and "WTC" did so as well.

How to hack a presidential election

In a key 2004 experiment, Rutgers students were subjected to mortality reminders, and then compared to a control group for their likelihood to vote for Bush. The control group favored Kerry by four to one -- while those reminded of death favored Bush by two to one. Judis:
This strongly suggested that Bush's popularity was sustained by mortality reminders. The psychologists concluded in a paper published after the election that the government terror warnings, the release of Osama bin Laden's video on October 29, and the Bush campaign's reiteration of the terror threat... were integral to Bush's victory.
It certainly didn't hurt.

What remains unclear from Judis' article is why not everyone responded the same way to 9/11, or to reminders about it. Of course, not everyone in the classic "mortality salience" experiments reacted the same way either; maybe it's some uncharted psychological predisposition, maybe it's a difference in what happened to them the morning of the experiment.

Likewise, maybe Americans with an actively hostile stance towards Bush at the time of 9/11, or thereafter, were "immunized" from the "mortality salience" effect Pyszczynski et al describe. Or maybe the "mortality salience" effect was enhanced for people with deeper empathies for the victims, higher exposure to TV broadcasts about the attacks, or being part of a crowd or a group co-experiencing the attacks or their aftermath. Looking overseas, maybe repeat exposure to mortality reminders dulls the effect -- after all, the IRA or the Red Army Fraction terror campaigns in the U.K. and Germany didn't result in the same kind of "ghastly successes" that Bush, Rove, and Cheney celebrated.

But maybe that's also because the peoples involved still remember far worse than a band of criminals on a terror spree -- and because their political systems made it harder for a 'commander in chief' to exploit fear the way our current rulers have.

"Nobody jumped."

Falling man, 9/11. Richard Drew, AP.

Similarly, certain elements of the American reaction to the deaths of 9/11 hint at a particular American vulnerability. The national allergic reaction to the "Falling Man" photo is Exhibit A. Under guise of outrage, concern for privacy, and the welfare of children reading newspapers, to name a few, that photo -- arguably the Tomb of the Unknown 9/11 Victim -- was "airbrushed from history," as the Falling Man documentary film

The need to deny that people in extremis had to choose one nightmarish death over another was widespread, as writer Tom Junod found when he set out to investigate who the iconic falling man was:
by Henry Singer and Richard Numeroff put it.**
I talked to the coroner's office in New York; I asked them for a count of how many people jumped that day. And what the woman from the coroner's office said was 'Nobody jumped that day. They were blown out, they were forced out... we don't say that they jumped. Nobody jumped.'

That just made me feel that there was just something going on that was not familiar American territory about dealing with tragedy. There were just things about that day you weren't supposed to say, you weren't supposed to see, you weren't supposed to talk about."
Fear itself
We are frequently reminded that the next terror attack is a matter of "when, not if." We should see such reminders for what they are: the self-serving comments of those who need American citizens to remain in a defensive crouch, dreading the next blow, applauding whatever is done to ward it off.

It's prudent to identify threats and reduce or eliminate them; it's prudent to calmly and quietly prepare for what may come, so attacks are thwarted and those that aren't are survived by as many as possible. But it's also prudent to steel ourselves for what happens after an attack: anger, grief, and fear -- and the exploitation of that anger, grief and fear, then or later, by whatever unlikely figures (Dubya, Rudy, etc.) happened to be on hand to simulate leadership in our hours of need.

Because if Pyszczynski et al are right, it's not just the Roves, the Bushs and the Cheneys I'll need to be on my guard against -- I'll need to keep a close eye on myself as well. It's not that there's nothing to fear but fear itself -- it's that fear, particularly the fear of death, preys on us in ways that predictably distort and damage the way we live.


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* From the "Research Materials" section of the Terror Management Theory site maintained by TMT researcher Jamie Arndt (University of Missouri).
** Tellingly, the US debut of the film is only today, on the Discovery Channel; it's already been seen in Britain and Britain, in March and September of last year.

NOTES: I first wrote about Pyszczynski, Greenberg, and Solomon in August, 2004: "Fear works. What works better?" A documentary -- "Flight From Death: A Quest for Immortality" -- has been made about the issues raised by their work and that of Ernest Becker; judging by the trailer on YouTube, it looks extraordinary. A more recent post of mine -- "The Illuminated Crowd" -- is also an attempt at discussing the political psychology of 9/11, in reaction to a remarkable sculpture of the same name in Montreal, and the famous work "Crowds and Power" by Elias Canetti.

EDITS, 9/10: final sentence, "applauding" line, 2d footnote added; "American citizens" for "country."
UPDATE, 9/10: Surprisingly, there've been only a few other reactions to Judis's article so far. Among them, Kim Sbarcea ("Thinking Shift") notes that Giuliani is ringing the changes on death reminders; Alan Bock sees something perverse in seemingly celebrating events like 9/11 or Katrina, rather than simply commemorating them. After having written a five part series in 2006 on fear and environmentalism, David Roberts ("Gristmill") uses Judis' article to argue that "fear of death leads to authoritarianism, not sustainability"; many comments followed. (Via
Ken Stokes of "SusHI"). Via her blog, Rachel Maddow discussed it on her Air America radio show on 8/31.
2D UPDATE, 9/10: OK, a lot more reactions to the accessible online version of "Death Grip," including Avedon Carol and (via her) Kevin Maroney.

Sunday, September 09, 2007

Highway To Hell














Highway to Hell

My father, who had once been a religious man, fell away from the church around the time I was born, which did wonders for my self-esteem, by the way. My dad took one look into my newborn eyes and immediately questioned the existence of God. During this period of spiritual crisis, my parents insanely tried to introduce my brothers and me to Eastern practices. A purported holy man had arrived in our town from India intent on exposing us New Jersey suburbanites to the magic of Transcendental Meditation. To my parents, it offered the promise of happiness they had mistakenly thought they could get from their children.

The place of enlightenment was located between the town’s pet store and the A.&P. The guru was dressed like Gandhi but smelled like Aqua Velva. He said that we all possess a mantra unique to us. We were to repeat it 20 minutes a day to gain inner peace, but we could never tell anyone what it was. The guru brought me into a room, sat me down and stared into my eyes. It was sort of like finding yourself in a New Delhi LensCrafters. After several creepy minutes, he said, “Your mantra is ‘ing.’ ” Ing? My mantra was “ing”? I was filled with dread. How could I avoid saying it? I walked out nervously, so my mom asked me what was wrong. “Nothing,” I replied before catching myself. Noth-ing! I’d gone about seven seconds before cracking.

Later, back at the house, my older brother Cliff, who liked to beat me to a pulp, demanded to know my mantra, so I told him it was “ing.” “That’s my mantra!” he growled. So we knew the guru was pulling a scam, but we didn’t have the guts to tell our parents and reveal we had spilled our mantras. For the next several weeks, the family sat on the floor every night and meditated. Instead of “ing,” however, I kept repeating: “I hate this! I hate this!” Until one night, I couldn’t take it any more. “This thing’s a scam,” I cried. “Cliff and I have the same mantra.” It was then revealed that the lazy guru had also given my mom, dad and brother Lou all the same mantra: “om.”

The experience only made the members of my family more confused about religion. My two brothers ended up going to divinity school but not church. And Sundays generally saw me praying only when the Giants needed a late field goal to cover the spread.

But around the time my father turned 50, he returned to the church, and it changed his life. He went to seminary and became a Baptist minister. His is the classic story of one who, after years of self-indulgence, is called to serve — like St. Francis of Assisi or Arnold Schwarzenegger. My mother also became a churchgoer later in life, and religion proved a great source of solace to her before she died. So after many years away from any kind of spiritual practice, I decided to give traditional religion a chance.

I began attending a friend’s church, and I was captivated. Every Sunday the reverend provided inspiring messages I could carry with me throughout the week. I had finally found the comfort I always hoped religion could provide. And then one day I opened the newspaper to see a photo of the reverend. Now, if you’re a man of the cloth, unless you’re the pope, it’s generally not a good sign to have your photo in the paper. Especially The New York Post. Sure enough, the reverend was said to be having an affair with one of the female parishioners. She claimed that he told her their relationship was “a gift from God” and that he used holy communion “as a means to seduce” her.

I was stunned. I mean, I knew religion was good and everything, but I had no idea it could also help you get girls. I’ve since found, however, that putting this into practice is more difficult than it seems. Talking about the treatment of lepers in Leviticus, for instance, doesn’t really get a date in the mood. A few months ago, I was having drinks with a woman, and we started discussing religion. When she found out I had never been baptized, she told me I was going to hell. Now, I’ve had plenty of women tell me to go to hell, but to hear it issued as a declaration rather than a request was new. This got my attention.

You know how people joked that Paris Hilton wouldn’t “do well in prison”? Yeah, well, I really, really won’t do well in hell. If my brothers beat me to a pulp, I can only imagine what Hitler and Stalin will do to me.

So I started toying with the idea of getting baptized. My family spent a week at the beach this summer, and on the last night, my father said that he would baptize me in the ocean the next morning. I awoke, however, to dark clouds and the threat of lightning. The ceremony was off, which has done wonders for my self-esteem. God took one look at me and decided to rain out my baptism. I think I may be in some trouble.

Tom Ruprecht is a writer for “Late Show With David Letterman” and author of “George W. Bush: An Unauthorized Oral History.”

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September 7, 2007

Religion and Liberalism


I’ve been struggling with an essay by Stanley Fish in the behind-the-firewall New York Times. Fish seems to be arguing that liberalism and religion are incompatible and that liberal society requires the diminution of religion.

Liberalism is in no way incompatible with my religion. However, I’m not going to dismiss Fish’s argument out of hand, even though I think he has several blind spots.

First, I want to repeat the point made by Mark Lilla in his recent New York Times essay, “The Politics of God,” that I blogged about here: Separating political authority from religious revelation made modern liberal society possible.

I cannot emphasize this enough: Separating political authority from religious revelation made modern liberal society possible. Lilla provides a long and thoughtful analysis of western civilization going back to the Reformation, and he makes a solid argument that joining religious and political authority, even when done in a reasonably progressive and benevolent way, leads either to totalitarianism or ongoing violent conflict, or both. As Lilla puts it, “Messianic theology eventually breeds messianic politics.” Lilla continues,

So we are heirs to the Great Separation only if we wish to be, if we make a conscious effort to separate basic principles of political legitimacy from divine revelation. Yet more is required still. Since the challenge of political theology is enduring, we need to remain aware of its logic and the threat it poses. This means vigilance, but even more it means self-awareness. We must never forget that there was nothing historically inevitable about our Great Separation, that it was and remains an experiment. In Europe, the political ambiguities of one religion, Christianity, happened to set off a political crisis that might have been avoided but wasn’t, triggering the Wars of Religion; the resulting carnage made European thinkers more receptive to Hobbes’s heretical ideas about religious psychology and the political implications he drew from them; and over time those political ideas were liberalized. Even then, it was only after the Second World War that the principles of modern liberal democracy became fully rooted in continental Europe.

As for the American experience, it is utterly exceptional: there is no other fully developed industrial society with a population so committed to its faiths (and such exotic ones), while being equally committed to the Great Separation. Our political rhetoric, which owes much to the Protestant sectarians of the 17th century, vibrates with messianic energy, and it is only thanks to a strong constitutional structure and various lucky breaks that political theology has never seriously challenged the basic legitimacy of our institutions. Americans have potentially explosive religious differences over abortion, prayer in schools, censorship, euthanasia, biological research and countless other issues, yet they generally settle them within the bounds of the Constitution. It’s a miracle.

It’s a miracle we’re maintaining by the skin of our teeth, of course, and several items Lilla lists above are far from settled. But I want to digress one more time, to a wonderful blog series written by John McGowan and posted on Michael Bérubé’s blog in June 2005. It’s called “The Republican Assault on Democracy,” and it’s in three parts — Part I, Part II, Part III. The following extract is taken from all three parts.

My point is that liberalism, first and foremost, is a set of expedients (mostly institutional and legal) for minimizing tyranny by setting limits to government power. It also tries to prevent the consolidation of power by fostering the multiplication of power. Democracy, in my view, is not worth a damn if it is not partnered with liberalism. Democracy and liberalism are a squabbling pair; they each locate power in a different place—democracy in the people, liberalism in the law—and they aim for different goods: democracy (in its most ideal form) for something like the “general will,” liberalism for a modus vivendi in a world characterized by intractable conflicts among people with different beliefs, goals, ambitions, and values. Neither one trumps the other; both, in my view, are essential ingredients of a legitimate polity. …

… Not only the Republicans, but the American nation as a whole, seem to have lost any sense whatsoever of what liberalism means and what it strives to insure. Even at the best of times, the liberal check upon power is a tenuous bulwark that fights against the odds. There is nothing that underwrites the rule of law except the continued practice of upholding it. The law must be reaffirmed anew each and every time it is enunciated and enforced. And the temptation to circumvent the law, to rewrite it to accommodate one’s current beliefs and practices, is also ever present. To pay the law heed is to accept that one’s own virtue is doubtful—or that one’s own beliefs are, in every sense of that word, “partial.” It is their assurance in their own virtue that renders the Republicans most dangerous, most prone to set the law aside when it gets in the way of doing when they know in their hearts is right. Impatience with the law is endemic—and it is the harbinger of extreme politics of either the right or the left. (It is here, of course, that the leftist will leap. But why should we think leftist self-righteousness any more attractive or less dangerous than the rightist variety?)

I will continue on this line of thought in my next post. Here I just want to end by noting how “unnatural” liberalism seems. It involves self-abnegation, accepting the frustration of my will. It involves, as I will detail in my next post, compromise in almost every instance, and thus can seem akin to having no strong convictions, no principles. Yet its benefits are enormous; it provides, I am convinced, the only possible way humans can live in peace together in a pluralistic world. Given how distasteful liberal expedients are in experience, it is a miracle that they ever get established and maintained. But the benefits of that miracle are multiple—and we, as a nation, will sorely regret it if we trash our liberal edifice out of impatience, frustration, or, even worse, sheer forgetfulness of why that edifice was put in place, how it works, and what it accomplishes. …

… Because liberalism aims to insure peace and prevent tyranny in pluralistic societies, it often works to establish zones of mutual indifference. Liberalism strives to place lots of individual actions outside the pale of politics, beyond interference from the state or other powers. And, culturally, it strives to promote tolerance, where tolerance is, at a minimum, indifference to the choices and actions of others and, at best, a recognition that diversity yields some social benefits. (A social benefit, as opposed to an individual benefit, is a good that can only be produced as the result of the aggregate of many individual actions, not by any individual acting on his or her own. And, ideally, social benefits would accrue to all of the individuals who contribute to its creation, although that is hardly always the case.)

Except for what are generally weak claims for the benefits of diversity (weak not in the sense of being unconvincing, but weak in the sense that no very major social benefit is claimed and some costs are acknowledged), the liberal argument for non-political interference, for privacy and individual autonomy, is primarily negative. Conflict is the result of trying to tell people what to believe and what to do, so we are better off cultivating a talent for resisting our inclinations to insist that others see the world and run their lives the way I do.

But liberalism also provides a positive response to pluralism. It guarantees—through freedoms of speech, the press, and association, and through the institutional mechanisms of election, jury trials, and legislative deliberations—the active engagement of citizens with one another. Liberals should, I believe, promote in every way possible the existence of a vibrant, accessible, and uncensored public sphere (or, to use another term for it, civil society). In short, liberalism proliferates the occasions where citizens of different opinions, backgrounds, creeds etc. mingle with one another, express their views, and argue about specific issues. And, in some but not all cases, these settings have to move to a decision that is then accepted, even when not very satisfying, by all the parties involved. …

… I think we have lost any sense of how our democracy functions—or that it may be much more fragile than we assume. … We are assuming an immunity from civil strife that is hardly guaranteed.

It’s interesting to me that Lilla and McGowan both call liberal democracy a “miracle.” Particularly in a country as large and diverse as ours, we ought to be a roiling mass of warring factions. Ironically, I believe one of the reasons we’ve managed to keep the great experiment going this long is our almost religious devotion to the Constitution.

McGowan wasn’t writing about religion specifically, but I wanted to get his points about liberalism in front of you before wading into the Stanley Fish essay. Fish begins by citing the crusading atheists, i.e. Richard Dawkins.

The authors of these tracts are characterized by professor Jacques Berlinerblau of Georgetown University as “the soccer hooligans of reasoned discourse.” He asks (rhetorically), “Can an atheist or agnostic commentator discuss any aspect of religion for more than thirty seconds without referring to religious peoples as imbeciles, extremists, mental deficients, fascists, enemies of the public good, crypto-Nazis, conjure men, irrationalists … authoritarian despots and so forth?”

In a similar vein, Tom Krattenmaker, who studies religion in public life, wonders why, given their celebration of open-mindedness and critical thinking, secularists “so frequently leave their critical thinking at the door” when it “comes to matters of religion?” Why are they closed-minded on this one subject?

An answer to these questions can be found, I think, in another publishing phenomenon: the growing number of books and articles dedicated to the rehabilitation of liberalism both as a political vision and as a self-identification of which one needn’t be ashamed.

I object to the equation of liberalism with atheism, intolerant or otherwise. A liberal may be religious, or not, but so may be a conservative. But let’s go on –

An answer to these questions can be found, I think, in another publishing phenomenon: the growing number of books and articles dedicated to the rehabilitation of liberalism both as a political vision and as a self-identification of which one needn’t be ashamed.

A recent example is Paul Starr’s “Freedom’s Power: The True Force of Liberalism” (2007). Starr, a professor of sociology at Princeton, claims that what unites liberals are political principles rather than agreement “on the ultimate grounds on which these principles rest.” This is the familiar (and suspect) claim that liberalism is not a substantive ideology but a political device that allows many ideologies to flourish and compete in the marketplace of ideas. Liberalism, says Starr, “is only a framework – that is, it provides a space for free development.” Where there are deep “divisions over the meaning of the good life,” he continues, the “neutrality” of the liberal state “furthers mutual forbearance.”

But right there, in the invocation of “free development” and “mutual forbearance,” Starr gives the lie to liberal neutrality. Free development (the right of individuals to frame and follow their own life plans) and mutual forbearance (a live-and-let-live attitude toward the beliefs of others as long as they do you no harm) are not values everyone endorses.

Remember what McGowan said — “Because liberalism aims to insure peace and prevent tyranny in pluralistic societies, it often works to establish zones of mutual indifference. Liberalism strives to place lots of individual actions outside the pale of politics, beyond interference from the state or other powers. And, culturally, it strives to promote tolerance, where tolerance is, at a minimum, indifference to the choices and actions of others and, at best, a recognition that diversity yields some social benefits.”

Fish is, in effect, arguing that democratic society must honor anti-democratic views, even if those views threaten civil peace and promote tyranny, because to do otherwise violates the principles of tolerance that liberalism claims to value. However, I argue that it is perfectly consistent for a liberal to be intolerant of intolerance and to stand against anything that threatens civil liberty.

And I’ve also argued in the past that being liberal doesn’t mean being a patsy.

Anyway, finally we get to the meat of Fish’s essay:

And neither are the other values Starr identifies as distinctively liberal – individualism, egalitarianism, self-realization, free expression, modernity, innovation. These values, as many have pointed out, are part and parcel of an ideology, one that rejects a form of government organized around a single compelling principle or faith and insists instead on a form of government that is, in legal philosopher Ronald Dworkin’s words, “independent of any particular conception of the good life.” Individual citizens are free to have their own conception of what the good life is, but the state, liberal orthodoxy insists, should neither endorse nor condemn any one of them (unless of course its adherents would seek to impose their vision on others).

It follows then that the liberal state can not espouse a particular religion or require its citizens to profess it. Instead, the liberal state is committed to tolerating all religions while allying itself with none. Indeed, Starr declares, “the logic of liberalism” is “exemplified” by religious toleration. For if the idea is to facilitate the flourishing of many points of view while forestalling “internecine… conflicts” between them, religion, the most volatile and divisive of issues, must be removed from the give and take of political debate and confined to the private realm of the spirit, where it can be tolerated because it has been quarantined.

Thus the toleration of religion goes hand in hand with – is the same thing as – the diminishing of its role in the society. It is a quid pro quo. What the state gets by “excluding religion from any binding social consensus” (Starr) is a religion made safe for democracy. What religion gets is the state’s protection. The result, Starr concludes approvingly, is “a political order that does not threaten to extinguish any of the various theological doctrines” it contains.

That’s right. The liberal order does not extinguish religions; it just eviscerates them, unless they are the religions that display the same respect for the public-private distinction that liberalism depends on and enforces. A religion that accepts the partitioning of the secular and the sacred and puts at its center the private transaction between the individual and his God fits the liberal bill perfectly. John Locke and his followers, of whom Starr is one, would bar civic authorities from imposing religious beliefs and would also bar religious establishments from meddling in the civic sphere. Everyone stays in place; no one gets out of line.

What Fish doesn’t address is Lilla’s contention that the kind of democratic republic we have enjoyed since the Constitution took effect in 1789 is not possible without separation of church and state. Without strict limits on the power of sectarian religion, liberal democracy cannot survive. Either religious strife will pull it apart, or else a dominant religious faction will take over and render government more authoritarian and intolerant of diversity. And that includes religious diversity.

Fish continues,

But what of religions that will not stay in place, but claim the right, and indeed the duty, to order and control the affairs of the world so that the tenets of the true faith are reflected in every aspect of civic life? Liberalism’s answer is unequivocal. Such religions are the home of “extremists … fascists … enemies of the public good … authoritarian despots and so forth.”

Lilla’s essay makes a good argument that the name-callers are correct. And I would like to point out to Stanley Fish that, were the U.S. given over to “religions that will not stay in place, but claim the right, and indeed the duty, to order and control the affairs of the world so that the tenets of the true faith are reflected in every aspect of civic life,” those people inevitably will turn around and oppress religious minorities. Liberalism may be “intolerant” of some religion, but so is theocracy.

Closed-mindedness with respect to religions that do not honor the line between the secular and the sacred is not a defect of liberalism; it is its very definition. …

… At first glance, this makes perfect sense. After all, why should we tolerate the unreasonable? But the sense it makes depends on “reasonable” having been defined as congruent with the liberal values of pluralism and moderation, and “unreasonable” having been defined as any viewpoint that refuses to respect and tolerate its competitors, but seeks to defeat them. In liberal thought, “reasonable” is a partisan, not a normative notion. It means “reasonable” from our perspective.

I’d say “reasonable” means “reasonably unlikely to destroy the fabric of society.” For a democratic republic, toleration of religious totalitarianism amounts to a suicide pact.

In saying this, I am not criticizing liberalism, just explaining what it is. It is a form of political organization that is militantly secular and incapable, by definition, of seeing the strong claim of religion – the claim to be in possession of a truth all should acknowledge – as anything but an expression of unreasonableness and irrationality.

Yet many liberals are deeply religious. Fish lazily equates “liberal” and “secular” with “non-religious” and “atheist,” but these are not synonymous. “Religious” and “secular” are not necessarily opposites. I call myself a “religious secularist,” for example, because I believe a religion-neutral society is one that allows a free and healthy personal exploration of religion, without coercion, intimidation, or forced indoctrination. On the other hand, when religionists are given governmental power, generally the first thing they do is squelch other religion.

Berlinerblau and Krattenmaker hold out the hope that secularists and strong religionists might come to an accommodation if they would listen to each other rather than just condemn each other. That hope is illusory, for each is defined by what it sees as the other’s errors.

I’m glad Fish used the word religionist here. The plain truth is that religionism is incompatible with democracy and with civil society that does not permit religious majorities to oppress and discriminate against religious minorities. Complain all you want, but if you want to live in a true democracy, religious neutrality is a necessary condition. Allowing any religious faction to use government “to order and control the affairs of the world so that the tenets of the true faith are reflected in every aspect of civic life” would mean the end of religious freedom for the rest of us.

However, I’m troubled by Fish’s claim that “The liberal order does not extinguish religions; it just eviscerates them, unless they are the religions that display the same respect for the public-private distinction that liberalism depends on and enforces.” What do we do about religions that simply don’t respect the liberal social compact? That consider it their duty to take over government and rule all of us according to their religious beliefs? What should be the liberal response?

For reasons I’ve ranted about in the past I am as offended as Stanley Fish by the Dawkin-Hitchens school of broad-gauge shotgun, “demonize ‘em all” criticism of religion. A big part of my argument with Stanley Fish is that he equates this school of criticism with “liberalism,” and I say it is just the opposite. Remember what John McGowan wrote –

I just want to end by noting how “unnatural” liberalism seems. It involves self-abnegation, accepting the frustration of my will. It involves, as I will detail in my next post, compromise in almost every instance, and thus can seem akin to having no strong convictions, no principles.

Can we say, liberalism appreciates the wisdom of doubt?

Right now great vistas of argument are opening up in front of me, so I’m going to stop here and save much of what’s rattling around in my head for future posts.

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(from commments)

As John Holbo wrote over at Crooked Timber,

would also like to request a moratorium on critiques of liberalism that consist entirely of a flourish for effect – with accompanying air of discovery – of the familiar consideration that liberalism is inconsistent with blanket, categorical tolerance of absolutely every possible act and attitude. That is, liberalism is incompatible, in practice, with any form of illiberalism that destroys liberalism. If something is inconsistent with liberalism, it is inconsistent with liberalism. Yes. Quite. We noticed.

- and at the same time the tone was so odd: was it meant as dispassionate analysis, somber recognition of the plight of illiberal religious traditions, gleeful deconstruction of master narratives, plain stupidity? Wharever, doesn’t matter. The big point we can take from it is exactly the one you pull out: that secular liberalism - hence, ultimately, liberalism isn’t a given, a natural state of affairs, immediately revealed by exercise of reason. It’s a difficult and imperfect choice, a set of values, of balances, that has to be continuously chosen, maintained, reaffirmed, for our way of life - wildly imperfect in many ways, but look at the alternatives! - to continue.

(And of course, look what liberalism does to religious traditions which make such strong claims! Certainly one can find groups all across the country - very noticeably now! - which are to some degree or other illiberal. Does our liberal society persecute them? Nah. Other groups who embrace liberal values call them names. Maybe write books (or blogs)).

As it is, I think Fish’s non-irritating point is arguably correct: that the current crop of loud atheists is in part almost like an immune response or allergic reaction to the rise of threatening religious illiberalism. (Altemeyer (yes, the authoritarian-personality guy) and Hunsberger have supporting evidence in their study on Atheists).

My concern is that it might end up more the kind of reaction that does more harm than help. The big conflict here is between those who support secularism and those who (to varying degrees) oppose it. - Which is not me saying to some of my fellow atheists to go hide in the closet and speak only in whispers, just to remember what ’s actually going on! The (sigh) general ‘New Atheism’ critique often doesn’t really seem to have a good grasp of religion-in-day-to-day life, of fine-grained differences and distinctions, of the complexity of religious politics and culture, at all. Lacking a mastery of obscure high-theological details - a criticism leveled esp. at Dawkins - is one thing, and defendable. Lacking even a passing understanding of socio/cultural/political realities, on the other, can be a very serious problem (as we’ve seem lately). For example, the whole generic radical claim that the moderates are only helping/are just the same as the reactionaries (here, that moderate and liberal religious folks are just enablers) comes into play here - I suspect Harris or Dawkins doesn’t even know that there’s been a kind of slow-motion low-level war, basically, within and between certain denominations as well-funded right-wingers try to take over or drive out moderates.

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Emotional and Spiritual Truth of Myth


















Madeleine Bunting, “
The smallest signs of retreat.


The smallest signs of retreat

Madeleine Bunting

September 6, 2007 8:00 PM


It was tantalisingly brief, but welcome all the same: the scientist, Richard Dawkins, finally agreed to debate religion with one of his critics. He has repeatedly refused a head-to-head with protagonists such as his Oxford colleague, Professor Alister McGrath, but on the Today programme this morning, we got a snippet of a fascinating exchange between two very clever men. John Cornwell's book, Darwin's Angel published today, is a powerful riposte to the huge success of Dawkins' The God Delusion and draws on Cornwell's background as a philosopher, director of the science and human dimension project at Cambridge and his Catholicism.

Under challenge from Cornwell, Dawkins came over all conciliatory. It's not a tone we are familiar with from his book. But in the process he got very tangled up trying to justify his comments that bringing a child up with a religious faith is akin to a "milder form of sexual abuse". He got even more contradictory on Cornwell's main critique of the book developed in the Guardian last week. No, said Dawkins, I never said religion was a disease, only "a virus". It was a shame we didn't have time to establish the fine distinction Dawkins was trying to make.

But the conciliatory tone from Dawkins - "religious people have done plenty of good in human history, plenty of good people are religious, very few people are extremists" - is welcome. Is this a new departure for the New Atheists whose aggressive, shrill attacks on religious belief over the last year, is prompting increasing distaste? Magnus Linklater in the Times yesterday voiced sentiments one hears from many quarters. Isn't the aggression counter-productive? Doesn't it do more harm than good? As Cornwell sums up, the danger is that polemics such as The God Delusion are "liable to persuade religious fundamentalists that a pluralist secular society is every bit as hostile to the practice of faith as they ever thought it to be".

But there is another possibility: Dawkins has always had a gentler side - just look at the exchange with the Bishop of Oxford, Richard Harries here. But of course, this was the bit cut out of the Channel Four documentary made by Dawkins in January 2006. What the media wants is polemic not reasonable exploration of complex issues - does Dawkins resist that tendency or play up to it? He clearly has a huge vested interest in doing the latter because it has made him a fortune out of booksales.

But does Dawkins' approach advance human understanding? Does polemic increase our capacity to understand people who are very different from ourselves? Because it seems to me that this is the most urgent challenge facing every public intellectual today. We live in a crowded planet and bump into diversity in a way that no previous generation have ever done to the same extent: we have to increase our imaginations to grasp the enormous variety of human experience. Narrow certainties - wherever they come from - have unprecedented capacity to generate destruction.

And this is why I think Dawkins is dangerous. He has spent enough time now thinking about religion and listening to thoughtful religious people such as the Harries, yet he persists with a parody, a childlike perception of God and religion. Of course there's no man with a beard crashing about in the sky. He persists in believing (note the verb) that belief is an intellectual assertion based on reasoning. But belief is a word derived from the old German "to love" as Diana Eck, Harvard professor of comparative faith, argues. Only in the last couple of centuries has belief become a matter of the intellect rather than an expression of commitment.

In common with our highly rationalised culture, Dawkins fails completely to understand how powerful myth is - not in terms of factual, historical truth - but in terms of emotional, spiritual truth. Human beings make and use myths and have always done so; the crucial issue is whether those myths are benign, sustaining or destructive. Dawkins insists on taking the most literal - and least sophisticated - reading of religious myth as factual truth; he calls for "evidence" for belief in his interview on the Today programme today.

This is a crazy reading of belief. He needs a crash course in the anthropology of religion. Meanwhile, he remains wilfully blind to the myths of his own time and age. Just because secular societies have junked religious mythology, doesn't mean they don't have myths - the ones they have developed to replace the religious can be deeply destructive - celebrity, consumerist aspirations that material wealth brings happiness, the winner takes all. These are myths which cause untold unhappiness in lives blighted by dissatisfaction, disappointment and frustration - and the impulse to deaden such emotions through alcohol or drugs.

There's a fascinating debate to be had between atheists and people of faith and, often, they can find the gulf between them is not nearly as wide or unbridgeable as is often suggested. Even when there is a gulf, both sides can find the process helpful in clarifying their positions - Sam Harris and Andrew Sullivan's exchange for example. What I find hard to forgive of Dawkins is that he's led his huge army of admirers in the opposite direction, away from thoughtful engagement and towards a dangerous contemptuous arrogance.

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I suspect that we live in a time where the myths are changing. Those which dominate culture are shifting. The whole solar system upon which religion revolves is changing. The understanding of dream, myth, metaphor and the power of story are returning to secular culture and reevaluating "The God Story". Interesting times.

For example, Zen and the practice of contemplative prayer and lectio divina -- ancient desert practices -- are re informing Christians about their history -- not so much as a cognitive experiment, but giving them the experience of the world and God that goes deep rather than broad.

We are attempting to "break out" of the either/or approach to tolerance and diversity. To go deeper into the myth-world that Joseph Campbell talked about just before his death. We need to talk about these things from a place of "time everlasting." From the Kingdom of Heaven, which is indeed at hand.


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Link also to:

We don’t know what Zen is

I can help you with that. It’s a methodology, or a program, to enable an individual to realize [undefinable thing]. Bodhidharma said, “Zen is a special transmission outside the scriptures, with no reliance on words and letters.” As I recall, the poet Gary Snyder called it a way of working with your mind. Serious students work with a teacher, but the teacher is a teacher, not a guru, as in some other spiritual disciplines. The primary tool is a particular meditation discipline called zazen, plus some academic and liturgy study (sometimes you need words and letters), and it often incorporates some traditional art or body practice (e.g., flower arranging, ink painting, martial arts). And, of course, there’s the whole Buddhist Eightfold Path thing as well.

I hope that clears it up.

Sometimes people confuse Zen with the undefinable thing, but that is not accurate. Zen is just a path of practice. It has no copyright on truth or reality. It’s always possible that staring at a lava lamp for 30 years would get you to the same place, but I don’t know anyone who’s ever tried that.

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Wish I’d remembered this sooner–here’s an article by another atheist evolutionist, one who prefers a different rhetorical strategy“Beyond Demonic Memes: Why Richard Dawkins is Wrong About Religion”

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I know that Dawkins’ shotgun stance regarding religion is that it fosters bad habits especially when it comes to critical thinking.

Dawkins’s arguments are based on a grotesque misunderstanding of what “faith” and “belief” are in a religious context. This is something I touched on indirectly in the Wisdom of Doubt series, but I have found a couple of essays recently that speak to this directly. See John Cromwell, “The Importance of Doubt” (perhaps he read the series) and Madeleine Bunting, “The smallest signs of retreat.

Believe me, Dawkins’s approach isn’t helping anyone’s cause. What he says is gratifying to many, I’m certain, but he’s not winning any converts.

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Friday, September 07, 2007

Madeleine L'Engle






































Madeleine L'Engle and I have the same birthday (except I wan't born in 1918).
I loved her books, and my children were second generation fan of "Swiftly Tilting Planet" and the rest of that series.

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September 8, 2007

Madeleine L’Engle, Children’s Writer, Is Dead

Madeleine L’Engle, who in writing more than 60 books, including childhood fables, religious meditations and science fiction, weaved emotional tapestries transcending genre and generation, died Thursday in Connecticut. She was 88.

Her death, of natural causes, was announced today by her publisher, Farrar, Straus and Giroux.

Ms. L’Engle (pronounced LENG-el) was best known for her children’s classic, “A Wrinkle in Time,” which won the John Newbery Award as the best children’s book of 1963. By 2004, it had sold more than 6 million copies, was in its 67th printing and was still selling 15,000 copies a year.

Her works — poetry, plays, autobiography and books on prayer — were deeply, quixotically personal. But it was in her vivid children’s characters that readers most clearly glimpsed her passionate search for the questions that mattered most. She sometimes spoke of her writing as if she were taking dictation from her subconscious.

“Of course I’m Meg,” Ms. L’Engle said about the beloved protagonist of “A Wrinkle in Time.”

The “St. James Guide to Children’s Writers” called Ms. L’Engle “one of the truly important writers of juvenile fiction in recent decades.” Such accolades did not come from pulling punches: “Wrinkle” is one of the most banned books because of its treatment of the deity.

“It was a dark and stormy night,” it begins, repeating the line of a 19th- century novelist Edward George Bulwer-Lytton, and presaging the immortal sentence that Snoopy, the inspiration-challenged beagle of the Peanuts cartoon, would type again and again. After the opening, “Wrinkle,” quite literally, takes off. Meg Murray, with help from her psychic baby brother, uses time travel and extrasensory perception to rescue her father, a gifted scientist, from a planet controlled by the Dark Thing. She does so through the power of love.

The book used concepts that Ms. L’Engle said she had plucked from Einstein’s theory of relativity and Planck’s quantum theory, almost flaunting her frequent assertion that children’s literature is literature too difficult for adults to understand. She also characterized the book as her refutation of ideas of German theologians.

In the “Dictionary of Literary Biography,” Marygail G. Parker notes “a peculiar splendor” in Ms. L’Engle’s oeuvre, and some of that splendor is sheer literary range. “Wrinkle” is part of her series of children’s books, which includes “A Wind in the Door,” “A Swiftly Tilting Planet,” “Many Waters” and “An Acceptable Time.” The series combines elements of science fiction with insights into love and moral purpose that pervade Ms. L’Engle’s writing.

Ms. L’Engle’s other famous series of books concerned another family. The first installment, “Meet the Austins,” which appeared in 1960, portrayed an affectionate family whose members displayed enough warts to make them interesting. (Perhaps not enough for The Times Literary Supplement in London, though; it called the Austins “too good to be real.”)

By the fourth of the five Austin books, “A Ring of Endless Light,” any hint of Pollyanna was gone. Named a Newbery Honor Book in 1981, it told of a 16-year-old girl’s first experience with death. Telepathic communication with dolphins eventually helps the girl, Vicky, achieve a new understanding of things.

“The cosmic battle between light and darkness, good and evil, love and indifference, personified in the mythic fantasies of the ‘Wrinkle in Time’ series, here is waged compellingly in its rightful place: within ourselves,” Carol Van Strum wrote in The Washington Post in 1980.

Madeleine L’Engle Camp was born in Manhattan on the snowy night of Nov. 29, 1918. The only child of Madeleine Hall Barnett and Charles Wadsworth Camp, she was named for her great-grandmother, who was also named Madeleine L’Engle.

Young Madeleine’s mother came from Jacksonville, Fla., society and was a fine pianist; her father was a World War I veteran who worked as a foreign correspondent and later as drama and music critic for The New York Sun. He also knocked out potboiler novels.

The family lived on the Upper East Side of Manhattan; her parents had artistic friends, Madeleine an English nanny. She felt unpopular at school. She recalled that an elementary school teacher – Miss Pepper or Miss Salt, she couldn’t remember which — treated her as if she were stupid.

She had written her first story at 5 and retreated into writing. When she won a poetry contest in the fifth grade, her teacher accused her of plagiarizing. Her mother intervened to prove her innocence, lugging a stack of her stories from home.

When she was 12, she was sent to a boarding school in Switzerland, Chatelard, and at 15 to Ashley Hall, a boarding school in Charleston, S.C. She graduated from Smith College with honors in English. (She took no science, often a surprise to readers impressed with her science fiction.)

Returning to New York, Ms. L’Engle began to get small acting parts. She wrote her first novel, “The Small Rain,” in 1945 and had several plays she wrote produced.

She met the actor Hugh Franklin when both were appearing in a production of Chekhov’s “The Cherry Orchard.” They married in 1946, and their daughter Josephine was born the next year. In 1951, when Ms. L’Engle became pregnant again, they moved to the small town of Goshen, Conn., where they bought and ran a general store. Their son, Bion, was born in 1952, and in 1956 they adopted another daughter, Maria.

Mr. Franklin died in 1986 and Bion in 1999. Ms. L’Engle is survived by her daughters, Josephine F. Jones and Maria Rooney; five grandchildren; and five great-grandchildren.

Ms. L’Engle’s writing career was going so badly in her 30s that she claimed she almost quit writing at 40. But then “Meet the Austins” was published in 1960, and she was already deeply into “Wrinkle.” The inspiration came to her during a 10-week family camping trip.

That was just the start. She once described herself as a French peasant cook who drops a carrot in one pot, a piece of potato in another and an onion and a piece of meat in another.

“At dinnertime, you look and see which pot smells best and pull it forward,” she was quoted as saying in a 2001 book, “Madeleine L’Engle (Herself): Reflections on a Writing Life,” compiled by Carole F. Chase.

“The same is true with writing,” she continued. “There are several pots on my backburners.”

Her deeper thoughts on writing were deliciously mysterious. She believed that experience and knowledge are subservient to the subconscious and perhaps larger, spiritual influences.

“I think that fantasy must possess the author and simply use him,” she said in an interview with Horn Book magazine in 1983. “I know that is true of ‘A Wrinkle in Time.’ I cannot possibly tell you how I came to write it. It was simply a book I had to write. I had no choice.

“It was only after it was written that I realized what some of it meant.”

What turned out to be her masterpiece was rejected by 26 publishers. Editors at Farrar, Straus and Giroux loved it enough to publish it, but told her that she should not be disappointed if it failed.

The family moved back to New York, where Hugh Franklin won fame as Dr. Charles Tyler on the popular soap opera “All My Children.” For more than three decades, starting in 1966, Ms. L’Engle served as librarian and writer-in-residence at the Cathedral Church of St. John the Divine. One or two of her dogs often accompanied her to the cathedral library.

Much of her later work was autobiographical, although sometimes a bit idealized; she often said that her real truths were in her fiction. Indeed, she discussed her made-up stories the way a newspaper reporter might discuss his latest article about a crime.

When her son, then 10, protested the death of Joshua in “The Arms of the Starfish” (1965), she insisted that she could not change the tale, which was still unpublished at the time.

“I didn’t want Joshua to die, either,” Ms. L’Engle said in 1987 in a speech accepting the Margaret Edwards Award from the American Library Association for lifetime achievement in writing young adult literature, one of scores of awards she received.

“But that’s what happened. If I tried to change it, I’d be deviating from the truth of the story.”

Her characters continued living their lives even if she hadn’t mentioned them for decades. She had gotten word that Polly O’Keefe, who appeared in three books of the “Time Fantasy” series, was in medical school, she said a few months before the library speech.

A woman wrote her to say that she herself was a first-year medical student at Yale and that she would love to have Polly in her class. Ms. L’Engle said fine, and the student went to the registrar’s office to sign up Polly as an “official” Yale medical student.

“Why does anybody tell a story?” Ms. L’Engle once asked, even though she knew the answer.

“It does indeed have something to do with faith,” she said, “faith that the universe has meaning, that our little human lives are not irrelevant, that what we choose or say or do matters, matters cosmically.”


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Thursday, September 06, 2007

Pictures of Doors



















I love pictures of doors.

The door, to me is the metaphor for the body, the world, a book, a meal, a human being, an animal, a drug --- well, it's all purpose.

A couple of quotes (well, you know me...)

Getting Through Life With a Good Heart


By Joni Mitchell

I moved up into the Canadian back bush where I could be alone. I lived with kerosene, stayed away from electricity for about a year. I turned to nature. I was going down, and with that came a tremendous sense of knowing nothing. Western psychology might call it a nervous breakdown, but in certain cultures they call it a shamanic conversion.

I read just about every psychological book I could lay my hands on, and threw them all against the wall basically. But depression can be the sand that makes the pearl. Most of my best work came out of it. If you get rid of the demons and the disturbing things, the angels fly off too. So there is a possibility in that mire of an epiphany.

The artist is a canary in the coal mine. We’re supposed to be out on the fringes of society, with an overview. If we are doing our work, we should be a little ahead of the strife. People would ask me if I was being a little negative. I’d say, ‘No, aren’t you being a little like an ostrich with your head stuck in the sand?’

I tried to train myself to be a realist. I am not cynical. To me it is, ‘Can you get through this life with a good heart?’ That has been my struggle. With all the injustice and all the things that piss you off, to try to get the heart to rebound. And bloom again, you know?

Woman of Heart and Mind, a documentary film, via www.herondance.org

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I Want to Free What Waits Within Me


By Rainer Maria Rilke

I believe in all that has never yet been spoken.
I want to free what waits within me
so that what no one has dared to wish for

may for once spring clear
without my contriving.

If this is arrogant, God, forgive me,
but this is what I need to say.
May what I do flow from me like a river,
no forcing and no holding back,
the way it is with children.

Then in these swelling and ebbing currents,
these deepening tides moving out, returning,
I will sing you as no one ever has,

streaming through widening channels
into the open sea.


Book of Hours: Love Poems to God

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Idle, Limp and Alone

By Brenda Ueland

Our idea that we must always be energetic and active is all wrong…. That is why these smart, energetic, do-it-now, pushing people so often say: “I am not creative.” They are, but they should be idle, limp and alone for much of the time, as lazy as men fishing on a levee, and quietly looking and thinking, not willing all the time. This quiet looking and thinking is the imagination; it is letting in ideas.

Willing is doing something you know already, something you have been told by somebody else; there is no new imaginative understanding in it. And presently your soul gets frightfully sterile and dry because you are so quick, snappy and efficient about doing one thing after another that you have not time for your own ideas to come in and develop and gently shine.

If You Want to Write


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Wednesday, September 05, 2007

Magic









































3 rilke poems:


MAGIC


From indescribable transformation flash
such creations--: Feel! and trust!
We suffer it often: flames become ash;
yet, in art: flames come from dust.

here is magic. In the realm of a spell
the common word seems lifted up above...
and yet is really like the call of the male
who calls for the invisible female dove.
-August, 1924



After such long experience let "house,"
"Tree," or "bridge" be dared differently.
Always whispered to destiny,
finally and at last say it out.

To untangle daily creation,
which all differently endure,
we make ourselves a constellation
out of the known figure.
-August, 1924



That which offers itself to us with starlight,
that which offers itself to us,
hold it like world in your face with might,
take it seriously.

She night that you received silently
what it bestowed on you.
Not until you go over to it entirely
will night know you.
-August, 1924

Two Ends of a Spiritual Walking Stick













A Saint of Darkness

To the extent people ever tried to project themselves into the mind of Mother Teresa, they might have pictured a Gothic vault washed in dazzling beams of saintly conviction. How startling to discover that it was a dark and dispirited place, littered with doubts.

A new book of her letters, “Mother Teresa: Come Be My Light,” published by Doubleday, show her struggling for decades against disbelief. “If I ever become a saint,” she wrote in one letter, “I will surely be one of ‘darkness.’ ” And in another: “If there be no God — there can be no soul. If there is no soul then Jesus — You also are not true. Heaven, what emptiness.”

That may rattle some believers, but it is a welcome reminder that saints, too, are only human, and that stories of dauntless piety tend to be false. The letters — which Mother Teresa wanted destroyed — may help chip away at the lacquer of myth that has been adhering to her since well before her death in 1997.

They reveal, too, a cannily willful nun, who tested the limits of her vow of strict obedience in her campaign to win permission to leave her order, the Loreto Sisters, to found the Missionaries of Charity, with the radical goal of going outside convent walls to live among the poor of Calcutta’s slums. “Please let me go,” she wrote in one of many insistent letters to her archbishop. “If the work be all human, it will die with me, if it be all His it will live for ages to come. Souls are being lost in the meantime.”

When the archbishop relented, the rest became history, until the revelation of the pain that haunted her down the decades.

“I think there is no suffering greater than what is caused by the doubts of those who want to believe,” wrote Flannery O’Connor, the Roman Catholic author whose stories traverse the landscape of 20th-century unbelief. “What people don’t realize is how much religion costs. They think faith is a big electric blanket, when of course it is the cross. It is much harder to believe than not to believe.”

O’Connor suffered from isolation and debilitating illness, Mother Teresa from decades of spiritual emptiness. But — and here is the exemplary part, inspiring even by the standards of a secular age — they both shut up about it and got on with their work. Mother Teresa, sick with longing for a sense of the divine, kept faith with the sick of Calcutta. And now, dead for 10 years, she is poised to reach those who can at last recognize, in her, something of their own doubting, conflicted selves.

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The picture of a saintly unconflicted person is a fantasy.

And the current religious myth that faith equals no doubt is just plain bizarre.

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From Maha Blog's series "The Wisdom of Doubt"

"I want to go back to Susan Sontag. “[T]his is religion American style: more the idea of religion than religion itself.” What is the “religion itself” that is being missed? Bill Moyers says “It is the vast difference between the religion about Jesus and the religion of Jesus.”

A perfect real-world example of what Moyers is talking about is the way many Christians treat the Ten Commandments. You may remember the Georgia congressman who sponsored a bill providing that the Ten Commandments would be displayed in Congress and in federal courthouses. Then when he was interviewed by Stephen Colbert, he could name only four of the Commandments, barely. I assume this wasn’t just an act.

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The statistics suggest that more people “believe in” the Ten Commandments than actually know what the Ten Commandments say. And I don’t care what religious tradition you call your own; just “believing in” something that you don’t practice or understand or follow is crap. It’s not even religion. It’s an idea of religion, but not religion itself, except on a very primitive level.

I think many Americans regard the Ten Commandments as something like a tribal totem. They want it placed in institutions of power, like schools and courthouses, as a symbol of their tribal dominance. Think of it as territorial marking. And this is just as true of the hard core fundamentalist as it is for the “cultural” Christian who has read most of the Left Behind books but doesn’t know the Beatitudes from spinach.

It’s hard to define religion in a succinct, universal way. The dictionary definitions don’t quite reach it. Non-religious people assume that religion is a supernatural belief system, but beliefs are what define the parameters of a particular religion; they aren’t the heart of it. The heart is devotion, commitment, and practice.

I like Paul Tillich:

Religion is the state of being grasped by an ultimate concern, a concern which qualifies all other concerns as preliminary and which itself contains the answer to the question of a meaning of our life.

If I might presume to speak for the sincerely religious, I’d say religion is what provides the context of our inner life. Whether a devotional faith or a mystical practice, religion helps us come to terms with who we are while expanding our sphere of concern and compassion outward to others.

Faux religion, on the other hand, is about bullshitting ourselves about ourselves and demanding that the universe cater to our greed and fears and ignorance."

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And from "The Wisdom of Doubt Part I"

These days religious people want to be called “people of faith.” But I object to the practice of using the word faith as a synonym for religion. Faith is a component of religion, to one degree or another, but not religion itself.

Zen students are told that the path of Zen takes “great faith, great doubt, and great determination.” I found a dharma talk about this by Sensei Sevan Ross, who is the director of the Chicago Zen Center, called “The Distance Between Faith and Doubt.” Here’s just a bit:

Great Faith and Great Doubt are two ends of a spiritual walking stick. We grip one end with the grasp given to us by our Great Determination. We poke into the underbrush in the dark on our spiritual journey. This act is real spiritual practice - gripping the Faith end and poking ahead with the Doubt end of the stick. If we have no Faith, we have no Doubt. If we have no Determination, we never pick up the stick in the first place.

Faith and doubt are supposed to be opposites, but the Sensei says “if we have no faith, we have no doubt.” I would say, also, that true faith requires true doubt; without doubt, faith is not faith. This is exactly the sort of paradox that permeates philosophical Taoism and its cousin, Zen Buddhism, but which is alien to the way most westerners understand faith and doubt.

Zennies are, I admit, not exactly in the mainstream of American religion. Zennies were never all that mainstream in Asian religion, for that matter. Even so, in the histories of the major monotheistic religions — Judaism, Christianity, and Islam — you can find many great theologians, scholars, rabbis, contemplatives, and mystics whose religious understanding came from wrestling with their doubts.

I found an online Catholic encyclopedia that defined doubt as:

A state in which the mind is suspended between two contradictory propositions and unable to assent to either of them. … Doubt is opposed to certitude, or the adhesion of the mind to a proposition without misgiving as to its truth; and again to opinion, or a mental adhesion to a proposition together with such a misgiving.

I like that definition. To religious seekers and mystics, “A state in which the mind is suspended between two contradictory propositions and unable to assent to either of them” is a fertile place from which profound understanding may grow. Certainty, on other hand, is a sterile rock that grows nothing.

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And from

The Wisdom of Doubt Part IV

In 1946 the liberal evangelical theologian Reinhold Neibuhr wrote an essay titled “Mystery and Meaning” in which he extolled the virtues of not-knowing –

It can not be denied … that this same Christian faith is frequently vulgarized and cheapened to the point where all mystery is banished. … a faith which measures the final dimension of existence, but dissipates all mystery in that dimension, may be only a little better or worse than a shallow creed which reduces human existence to the level of nature. …

… When we look into the future we see through a glass darkly. The important issue is whether we will be tempted by the incompleteness and frustration of life to despair, or whether we can, by faith, lay hold on the divine power and wisdom which completes what remains otherwise incomplete. A faith which resolves mystery too much denies the finiteness of all human knowledge, including the knowledge of faith. A faith which is overwhelmed by mystery denies the clues of divine meaning which shine through the perplexities of life. The proper combination of humility and trust is precisely defined when we affirm that we see, but admit that we see through a glass darkly.

[Robert McAfee Brown, editor, The Essential Reinhold Niebuhr (Yale, 1986), p. 248]

What Niebuhr is talking about here is the wisdom of doubt.

In this old post I wrote about Saint Anselm of Canterbury, a leading theologian of the 11th century.

Anselm’s motto is “faith seeking understanding” (fides quaerens intellectum). … Faith for Anselm is more a volitional state than an epistemic state: it is love for God and a drive to act as God wills. In fact, Anselm describes the sort of faith that “merely believes what it ought to believe” as “dead.” … So “faith seeking understanding” means something like “an active love of God seeking a deeper knowledge of God.” [Standford Encyclopedia of Philosophy]

I admit that the word epistemic gives me a headache, but it has to do with the validity of knowledge and belief. So Anselm’s approach to faith is not about trying to get his belief system validated. Beliefs by themselves have no purpose. Faith is not an end in itself. Rather, Anselm says, faith is a means for seeking a deeper knowledge of God (or the Dharmakaya, or the Great Whatever). A religion that isn’t looking past the dogmas to a deeper truth is a dead religion. Conversely, a religion that is not absolutist, and which accepts the imperfection of understanding, is not necessarily a wishy-washy religion as some assume. It can be the deeper and more wholesome religion.

And in the first installment of The Wisdom of Truth I linked to a dharma talk by Sevan Ross, director of the Chicago Zen Center, called “The Distance Between Faith and Doubt.” In this talk, the sensei says “Doubt is what unseats the ego.” Doubt — accepting the limitations of one’s understanding — prevents ego-attachment. People without doubt mistake their own ego for the voice of God. This is what makes religion fanatical, and dangerous.

I cannot think of a better antidote to fanaticism than the Precepts of Engaged Buddhism of the Vietnamese Zen teacher Thich Nhat Hanh. Here are the first three:

1 Do not be idolatrous about or bound to any doctrine, theory, or ideology, even Buddhist ones. Buddhist systems of thought are guiding means; they are not absolute truth.

2 Do not think the knowledge you presently possess is changeless, absolute truth. Avoid being narrow minded and bound to present views. Learn and practice nonattachment from views in order to be open to receive others’ viewpoints. Truth is found in life and not merely in conceptual knowledge. Be ready to learn throughout your entire life and to observe reality in yourself and in the world at all times.

3 Do not force others, including children, by any means whatsoever, to adopt your views, whether by authority, threat, money, propaganda, or even education. However, through compassionate dialogue, help others renounce fanaticism and narrow-mindedness.

When dealing with fanatics it’s tempting to push back with equal and opposite fanaticism, but that doesn’t work. Fanaticism isn’t easily cured, but it’s best to deal with it as coolly and dispassionately as possible.

See also the Hsin Hsin Ming by Seng-Ts’an (the Third Patriarch of Zen; sixth century).

{See also “Not Knowing is Most Intimate,” a dharma talk by Zoketsu Norman Fischer.}

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Tuesday, September 04, 2007

Discipleship














Faith and Theology

Bonhoeffer versus John Shelby Spong

A guest-post by Scott Stephens

When it comes to theological brand-names, they don’t come any sexier, or more marketable, than Dietrich Bonhoeffer. The inherent nobility of his short life, his blistering intelligence, and his martyrdom at the hands of the Nazis places Bonhoeffer among the unassailable luminaries of our time. Even Christopher Hitchens – who savaged Mother Theresa in a vicious polemic entitled The Missionary Position – can’t find anything bad to say about him: “Religion spoke its last intelligible or noble or inspiring words a long time ago: either that or it mutated into an admirable but nebulous humanism, as did, say, Dietrich Bonhoeffer, a brave Lutheran pastor hanged by Nazis for his refusal to collude with them.”

An important touchstone in any consideration of Bonhoeffer’s attack on religion is his remarkable book, Discipleship, whose manuscript was completed exactly 70 years ago this week. Unlike Bonhoeffer’s earlier books, written effortlessly in the unmolested surroundings of the University of Berlin, Discipleship reflects a deep sense of urgency, as though it was demanded by the reality of an escalating crisis.

There had been, in Bonhoeffer’s reckoning, a chronic malfunction in the church’s life which all but neutralized any effective witness it might have to the world. Somehow “grace” had ceased being the power which binds us to Christ, which elicits the repetition of the drama of death and resurrection in the lives of members of the church. It had instead been cheapened, and re-tooled so as to consecrate indiscriminately all the banality, idolatry and godlessness of culture.

When the church peddles a form of “grace” aimed at making people “feel more secure in their godless lives,” it frankly ceases being the church, insisted Bonhoeffer. Having forsaken its duty to be “salt and light,” the church whored itself to the state, offering its wares in exchange for financial security and the benefit of a quiet and peaceful existence. It was thereby reduced to the status of a mere service-provider, the state-sanctioned dispenser of sentimentality and meaningless assurance. He writes: “We gave away preaching and sacraments cheaply; we performed baptisms and confirmations; we absolved an entire people, unquestioned and unconditionally.… When was the world ever Christianized more dreadfully and wickedly than here?”

This instrumentalization lies at the heart of what Bonhoeffer calls the “religion-concept” (Religionsbegriff). In so far as “religion” represents a mere expression of the human longing for transcendence and meaning, it can be employed by a culture as a pagan affirmation of the people’s inherent divinity. For Bonhoeffer, the shared category of “religion” was the means by which the church had been absorbed into the bloodstream of German culture, and thereby rendered complicit, impotent, idolatrous.

Bonhoeffer’s call for “non-religious Christianity” (Nicht-religiöse Christentum) had nothing to do with abandoning rigid dogma and other forms of traditional Christianity in favour of a more spontaneous communion with the Ground of Being. Instead, it stands for the church having the courage to be the church, to follow Jesus in his uncompromising concreteness, and not to seek refuge in the shadows of pseudo-theological, liturgical or ethical obscurantism.

The irony, of course, is that the mishmash of pop-existentialism and flaccid pluralism that Spong urges upon the disaffected faithful is precisely the kind of cancerous religiosity to which Bonhoeffer was opposed. The following passage from Spong’s A New Christianity for a New World speaks for itself:

“God is the Ground of Being who is worshiped when we have the courage to be. Jesus is a God-presence, a doorway, an open channel.… These are the claims that will be part of the Christianity of tomorrow. I am hopeful that such a Christianity can be born and that with it an invitation can be offered to all people to step into their own humanity so deeply that they will find it a doorway into God.”

While Spong famously predicted that “traditional faith is dying,” Bonhoeffer would have pronounced this brand of “new Christianity” dead on arrival, a carcass from which the breath of the Spirit and the pulse of Jesus’ mission have long since disappeared.

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Hmmm

I don't get the author's conclusions; particularly considering the culture in which Bonhoeffer was immersed. The culture and climate that put him to death.

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"Religion is regarded by common people as true, by the wise as false, and by rulers as useful."
--Seneca the Younger.


The following passage from Spong’s A New Christianity for a New World speaks for itself:

“God is the Ground of Being who is worshiped when we have the courage to be. Jesus is a God-presence, a doorway, an open channel.… These are the claims that will be part of the Christianity of tomorrow. I am hopeful that such a Christianity can be born and that with it an invitation can be offered to all people to step into their own humanity so deeply that they will find it a doorway into God.”

How is this at odds with Bonhoeffer?

From comments again:


But Spong is certainly not about "making people 'feel more secure in their godless lives.'" He's been trying to upend the church, in fact, albeit in the wrong fashion. Many of his criticisms of the church and of how it's presented the faith are, in fact, true. He simply comes to the wrong conclusion: he ends up saying that the faith itself needs to be changed, rather than the church. That is backwards, I'll agree - but this article makes the same mistake, IMO. The criticism of Spong has certainly not been that he's after making people feel secure.

I'd frankly rather have a Spong than the complacency of the institution, which is so often the alternative.

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Theodotus the Tanner said...

This current piece against Spong raises many issues not the least being the dangerous lurch towards ad hominem argument (eg “… the bilious swill that Spong mass produces”) and innuendo (is it being suggested in a veiled way that Spong seeks to make people “feel more secure in their godless lives”).

A key issue is whether there are in fact points of contact between Bonhoeffer and Spong. As is well known in some of his last writings Bonhoeffer started to write about “what Christianity really is, or indeed, who Christ really is for us today.” Bonhoeffer acknowledged that his thoughts about these questions could cause concern for his friend (the recipient of his letter); “You would be surprised, and perhaps even worried by my theological thoughts and the conclusions that they lead to...”

Bonhoeffer argued that the world had come of age, that there was no longer any need for the God hypothesis to explain how the world functioned. Indeed he argued; “Efforts are made [by the Church apologists] to prove to a world thus come of age that it cannot live without the tutelage of ‘God’ … The attack by Christian apologetics on the adulthood of the world I consider to be in the first place pointless, in the second place ignoble, and in the third unchristian.”

Spong would agree with Bonhoeffer on this and takes up this issue in his recent book.

Bonhoeffer was not sure what language the Church could deploy to communicate the gospel to such a secular world; “It will be a new language, perhaps quite non-religious, but liberating and redeeming – as was Jesus’ language; it will shock people and yet overcome them by its power; it will be the language of a new righteousness and truth, proclaiming God’s peace with men and the coming of his kingdom … Till then the Christian cause will be a silent and hidden affair, but there will be those who pray and do right…”

By doing right, for Bonhoeffer, primarily sharing in and reducing the suffering in the world, Christians would give concrete expression to his (Bonhoeffer’s) answer to who Christ was for this world come of age, Jesus was the man for others!

It can be forcefully argued that what Spong and Bonhoeffer do have in common is a desire to make Jesus a man for others. For Spong this involves reducing the suffering generated by tribalism, stereotypes and religious, racial and sexual prejudice. Spong spends much space in the last third of his recent book trying to demonstrate how such efforts are congruent with the ministry of Jesus. Indeed, he argues it was part of the transforming power of the Jesus experience. Spong is completely in line with Bonhoeffer on this crucial issue albeit using different conceptual terms than Bonhoeffer would probably have utilized.

Mainstream interpreters of Bonhoeffer argue that his writings about the world come of age did not mean that the church should do away with dogma, ritual and piety and this is supported by his writings about the secret discipline that would continue behind the scenes and away from the gaze of the secular world. However, it can be argued that this was only a temporary solution until a new language was found to speak about God. Many will disagree with Spong’s choice of a non-theistic language to speak about God to the contemporary world and maybe even argue that it is not what Bonehoeffer would have supported but ultimately we were robbed of the opportunity of knowing. What we can reasonably conclude however is that they both seek to present to the contemporary world a Jesus that is a man for others.

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We cannot speak for Jesus, only for ourselves. Our lives must speak for us.
Christianity is not about an institution. It isn't about preserving an institution. It is about being alert to God 's call today.
To be people for others.
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Pure Chewy Reading Enjoyment















Image from Judy Olaussen's "Mother"




Yonder Lies De Castle of Me Mudder

For pure chewy reading enjoyment, Terry Castle's latest slapstick confidential is impossible to top. She and the London Review of Books are a strange fit, yet it works. Here, in the latest issue, rubbing its corduroy sleeves against reviews of The Blair Years, Mrs Woolf and the Servants, Revolution on My Mind: Writing a Diary under Stalin, and a consideration of the complete works of Elizabeth Gaskell, is Castle's hilarious, art-besotted, kitsch-friendly, self-deprecating, mock-touristy account of shlepping around Santa Fe with her wheelchaired mother, Mavis:

My mother, 81 and widowed for 12 years, is lame, near-sighted, psoriatic and deaf, and apart from a residual compulsion to lament her elder daughter's unfeminine appearance, has largely reverted in old age to a state of Blakean innocence and moral simplicity. [R]avages of macular degeneration notwithstanding, she still spends an hour every morning 'putting her face on', with predictably fantastical, Isak Dinesen-like results. (She once had her eyelids tattooed to look like blue-black eyeliner.) She is still in love--in a distant way--with George Clooney, though playing with the Paint program on her computer (adapted for low vision) and writing the news every day to her pals in the Brit Group, a gossipy little chat room for elderly British expatriates, has cut into her movie-watching. And she can still plunge a knife--without warning--deep into one’s narcissistic wounds. Not long ago, apropos of nothing, she took mournful pleasure in observing that with my whimsical new blue-framed glasses, floppy dyed-blonde locks and middle-aged paunch, I was beginning to resemble David Hockney. But she has become a lot less dangerous overall.


A belated birthday present, "The trip is also of course an Artistic Pilgrimage; we're hoping to pick up on the celebrated arty-bohemian Santa Fe vibe: adobe houses with huge ceiling timbers, decorative cow skulls on pure white walls, chunky turquoise jewellery, high desert air and the famous Southwestern 'light' – indeed, the whole Stieglitz-O’Keeffe-D.H. Lawrence-Mabel Dodge Luhan-Willa Cather-Pueblo-Cliff-Dwellers-Death-Comes-for-the-Archbishop thing." Castle and her girlfriend Blakey take turns pushing mom around in the wheelchair in the unconducive Lawrencian landscape, their efforts reminiscent of a Laurel & Hardy routine:

Meanwhile my mother is emitting plaintive yips. Even as we propel her round Santa Fe, B. and I--wheelchair-pushing novices both--keep rolling her into unexpected cracks in the pavement. Each time she pitches forward melodramatically and gives a little squeal of fright. Is she faking it? Hard to judge: we are pretty inept. I make feeble jokes about getting up speed and running her off the top of a pueblo cliff dwelling to her death. She huffily maintains she can walk a bit, but after one or two arthritic attempts, is happy to plop down in the chair again and gaze about expectantly. B. and I are both reminded of Andy in Little Britain (we just got the DVDs)--the dough-faced, lank-haired, supposedly paralysed invalid who climbs trees, assaults people, swims in the sea at Brighton and even bounces on a trampoline whenever Lou, his kindly yet moronic caretaker, has his back turned.


Laurel & Hardy morph into La Grande Bouffe when Castle and her mother, both rubber-stamp freaks, are sucked into the irresistable vortex of a store with the excruciatingly cutesy name of Stampa Fe:

In Stampa Fe my mother and I go on a mad bacchanalian spree. Piling stamp blocks into my basket, I am even less restrained, I’m sorry to say, than she is. (Given her eyesight problem and seated position she has to struggle and claw a bit to drag things down to her level.) I try to pretend that the stamps I'm grabbing up are 'cool' – that my choices express my highly evolved if not Firbankian sense of camp. Thus I eschew the ubiquitous Frida K; ditto anything with Day of the Dead skeletons on it. I avert my eyes from a stamp showing Georgia O'Keeffe in her jaunty gaucho hat. But somehow I end up with things just as bad: a Japanese carp; multiple images of the Virgin of Guadaloupe; a slightly dazed-looking cormorant; a sumo wrestler kicking one of his fat legs in the air; a woodcut style picture of little people with sombreros on putting loaves into a mudbaked Mexican oven. Despite a longstanding ban on rubber stamps (or coffee cups) with sayings on them – Cherish Life's Moments, Happy Easter, You Make Me Smile – I succumb to A NEW THRILL FOR THE JADED. I'll stamp the envelope with it when I send off my next property tax bill.


When we finish our sweep and I'm swaying groggily at the cash register--my mother slumped in her chair behind me like a satisfied pythoness--I’m forced to confront a terrible possibility: that Mavis and I may actually be more alike than I prefer to believe. (B. has sometimes intimated as much.) Even as the plastic machine regurgitates my Visa card with a malevolent whirr, I'm flooding with self-doubt. Whom am I kidding, after all? Is a lurching sumo wrestler in a loincloth really any less vulgar, aesthetically speaking, than my mother’s mermaids or kitty cats? Than a frog wearing a top hat? A poodle playing a tuba? An abyss seems to open up for a moment: I see, as if in Pisgah-vision, the appalling triteness of my sensibility. ...I'm as banal and bourgeois as any of the hundreds of thousands of middle-aged ladies who do 'scrapbooking'. (See Google for depressing lowdown on this new billion-dollar US leisure industry--the postmodern white-suburban-female equivalent of cyberporn.) And with my mother egging me on, just as she did when I was a child, I clearly can't control myself. When B. finally comes to drag us away from the place we look like the survivors of a jungle plane crash who have had to resort to cannibalism to survive: the same foam-flecked lips, hollow cheeks and shifty, demented expressions.

Then it's on to the Georgia O'Keeffe Museum, but I don't want to give away any more of the piece's goodies. I hope Castle's first-personals--this, her memoir about her stepfather, and the now-classic account of her fraught semi-friendship with Susan Sontag--are going to be gathered someday under one roof in book form. I'd blurb that baby in a sec!

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Monday, September 03, 2007

Letting Other People Act




















Divine and human agency: no competition

“Drama offers a sort of parable of the fact that the exercise of power resides at least partially in letting other people act. The secret is not to suppose that your agency is incompatible with the agency of others – that there is competition for a limited ‘space’ of agency. Your agency does not need to push the agency of others aside in order to triumph…. Just so, in dealing with the Christian God, we ought not to be in the business of identifying which actions are our achievements, and which God’s puppetry, in order to attribute relative quantities of power respectively…. The highest instance of power we have been given to know in the God of Jesus Christ does not compete for a limited arena so that it can exercise itself in brute solitude over against us.”

—Ben Quash, “The Play Beyond the Play,” in Sounding the Depths: Theology through the Arts, ed. Jeremy Begbie (London: SCM, 2002), pp. 102-3.


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We Signify More Than We Know















photo by Walker Evans

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At A Dinner Party, Jesus Saves


On one occasion when Jesus was going to the house of a leader of the Pharisees to eat a meal on the Sabbath, they were watching him closely. -- Luke 14:1

Such a relaxing evening. Imagine what it must have been like, accepting dinner invitations that were really traps, answering questions that were really set-ups. Knowing that there were people wanted very much for him to make a fatal mistake.

Eventually, of course, he did. People disagree about which one it was: Was it his paradoxical triumphal entry into Jerusalem? Was it the time he overturned the money changers in the temple? Healing on the Sabbath? The time he used the God-word "I Am" with reference to himself? He had so many chances to save his own life, and he didn't take advantage of any of them. But then, he wasn't in the world to save himself. He was here to save us.

But from what? From a God who, left to his own devices, was prepared to burn us all alive? From the possibility of sin in our lives? From doubt? From a doomed world, far too compromised to salvage? From our own appetites? Certainly, Christians have considered salvation in all of these lights.

But I think Jesus has saved us from something else: from a fear of death that arises from the deeper dread that life is meaningless. If I am a paltry thing -- and I certainly am -- and this is all there is, how can I regard my own passing with anything but despair: if this was my only chance, and I have frittered it away on nothing? I would have been better off if I had been born an animal, unreflective, unaware of a future.

Salvation means that we signify more than we know. That life is more than the sorry sum of all its half-baked events and stray intentions. That the shape of the divine love stamped upon us in creation endures in us, despite all our errors or the errors of others that have scarred us. That we are in a mystery, a large one, and that it is not a tragic mystery. There is a power beyond the power we wield, and we participate in it, much more than we know.

The hints we receive of this truth throughout our lives -- they are our certainty of salvation, and they sustain us as fully as we will allow. Although despair is an option for all of us, none of us is sentenced to it.

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Pentecost 14, Proper 17, Year C
Jeremiah 2:4-13 or Proverbs 25:6-7 *
Ps 81:1,10-16 or Sirach 10:12-18 or Ps 112
Hebrews 13:1-8,15-16
Luke 14:1,7-14
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Self-Evident



















Oh, Lord, I want to be in that number

Charles Pierce:

My favorite word in all the world is "self-evident," as in, "We hold these truths to be self-evident." Mr. Jefferson is saying that the monumental heresies to follow -- all men created equal, endowed by their Creator with certain unalienables, etc., etc. -- are so obvious that they almost don't need to be explained, but that he will explain them anyway. That word set freedom itself free, which was the case in New Orleans more than it was in any other place I can name. An America without a New Orleans is just Great Britain with better beachfront property.

This, I believe, is in no small part why an administration with a cramped and vicious vision of the country, an administration dedicated to the depths of its rotted, vestigial soul to making this country less free, an administration that has us seriously debating how much torture is enough and whether the president should be forced to abide by the laws he signed, an administration that would sell the entire constitutional order down the river for a three-point bump in a poll full of fools, would allow this particular city to be so grievously wounded and then die in recovery. What are we to make of a country that allows these soulless, vacant fools to govern it with impunity? We are all in New Orleans, now, standing in the wreckage of a graveyard. The sun rises hot and merciless. The help never comes. And New Orleans, the birthplace of our national soul, just turns out to be the place where they took our national soul to die.

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As Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn once wrote – in a context that is growing less dissimilar all the time: -- it is impossible that evil should not come into the world; but take care that it does not enter through you."

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In another context , took this sort-of jung-myers-briggs personality test through Human Metrics.

Which is a lot of fun, and was right on in my case. It talks about this fixation {in people of my ilk} with good and evil and the battles between forces seen and unseen. Doesn't everybody do that? Guess not.

Take the test here. {http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp}

It's really very well done and it's free.

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Via Antony's Attic

Prayer for Meyers Briggs Types (provided you know...)

If you don't, do the above first.

Ok.


Just don't take it all too seriously.

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Mine is

"God, help me to finish everything I sta........"

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Sunday, September 02, 2007

In A Manner That Must Shame God Himself

















From Wampeters, Foma and Granfalloons (opinions)
by Kurt Vonnegut

"My close friend Dexter Leen, who is a shoe merchant in Hyannis on Cape Cod, used to read The New York Times every Sunday, and then come over to my house and tell me that, on the basis of what he had read in there, things were slowly but surely getting better all the time. I remember talking to him one time too, about awful automobile drivers we had known. He knew one woman, back in the days when all cars had radiator ornaments, who never took her eyes off her radiator ornament, he said.

And looking at one day's news or a few days' news is a lot like staring at the radiator ornament of a Stutz Bearcat, it seems to me. Which is why so many of us would love to have a visitor from another planet, who might have a larger view of our day-to-day enterprises, who might be able to give us some clue as to what is really going on.

He would tell us, I think, that no real Winner fears God or believes in a punitive after life. He night say that Earthlings put such emphasis on truthfulness in order to be believed when they lie.....

And the name of the game was "Survival." Everything else was hokum."


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