The garments are better than those who have put them on

A few years ago I would have found it convenient to dismiss any expressions that smacked as ‘gnostic’, a term I would have held to be basically synonymous with dualist (body = bad / spirit = good).  After all the church has had centuries of developing coherent defenses against any claims too far out of creedal orthodoxy. Over the past couple of years and have been able to allow myself to actually read non-orthodox expressions and allow their logic and orientation to develop their own merit.

In any event I have finally got around to chipping through the standard English translation of the Nag Hammadi library. Some of the texts clearly demand some sort of secondary explanation to orient the reader to what, at least on the surface, is a foreign concept (or expression) of reality. However, others provide surprisingly contemporary readings of theology. The question of course is what we would make them being ‘contemporary’ (i.e. non-orthodox). Are we doomed as they were? What does it mean to be doomed? Is doomed a theologically negative category?

In the Gospel of Philip (which I have just started) we have an account that unravels the easy criticism of a strict dualist outlook of the world.

Light and darkness, life and death, right and left, are brothers of one another. They are inseparable. Because of this neither are the good good, nor the evil evil, nor is life life, nor death death. For this reason each on will dissolve into its earliest origin. But those who are exalted about the world are indissoluble, eternal.

The virgin birth is also denied. The logic for this is also interesting. The Holy Spirit is female and so cannot conceive with another female. This of course raises some interesting possibilities for orthodoxy as Jesus being the conception of a lesbian union.

What I have been most curious about is a passage regarding the role of the ‘flesh’. I wanted to write it out here so that I could read it through more slowly.

Some are afraid let they rise naked. Because of this they wish to rise in the flesh, and they do not know that it those who wear flesh who are naked. It is those who [ . . . ] to unclothe themselves who are not naked. ‘Flesh and blood shall not inherit the kingdom of God’ (1 Cor 15:50). What is this which will not inherit? This which is on us. But what is this, too, which will inherit? It is that which belongs to Jesus and his blood. Because of this he said, ‘He who shall not eat my flesh and drink my blood has not life in him’ (Jn 6:35). What is it? His flesh is the word, and his blood is the holy spirit. He who has received these has food and he has drink and clothing. I find fault with the others who say that it will not rise. Then both of them are at fault. You say, that the flesh will not rise. But tell me what will rise, that we may honour you. You say the spirit in the flesh, and it is also this light in the flesh. But this too is a matter which is in flesh, for whatever you shall, say, you say nothing outside the flesh. It is necessary to rise in this flesh, since everything exists in it. In this world those who out on garments are better than the garments. In the kingdom of heaven the garments are better than those who have put them on.

I am not quite sure how to orient my thinking on this passage but I find the last few lines very suggestive and much more ‘earthy’ but not predictably so. Thoughts.

Imagining the Ethics of Diaspora – Preface

[In support of Melanie Kampen's recent publication Imagining the Ethics of Diaspora.  I wanted to post the preface that she kindly asked me to provide.]

One of the highest forms of praise that I can offer for Melanie Kampen’s new work is to share what it evoked in me. To be clear Imagining the Ethics of Diaspora is a careful work of theory, but what came to mind were two very earthy stories from my past. I want to offer these stories as a way of introducing her text.

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Wade in the Water – A meditation on sexual orientation and forms of life

[A sermon for the Sunday we discussed sexual orientation and the church. Many thanks to those who read and gave feedback in the development of this sermon.]

            There is a joke in which a young man was convicted of a crime and sent to prison.  The first night there he experiences a strange sort of ritual.  Lying there as the inmates settle down for the night there is a short period of silence when suddenly he hears someone from another cell shout eleven to which everyone bursts into laughter.  A little while later he hears twenty-two called out from a different cell.  There is some snickering that can be heard.  This activity went on for some time before the inmates finally settled down for the night.  The next day the man finds out that most of inmates have been in prison so long that they have developed a catalogue for each joke and just have to call out the number instead of telling it.

            Theologian Mark Jordan reminds his readers of this joke when he begins to address how the church has gone about discussing the topic of homosexuality.  The arguments and positions have become developed, clarified, and articulated.  Jordan wonders if it at this point it wouldn’t be easier to simply number the current catalogue of how the church has responded.  And the reality is that many writers have essentially created such a catalogue.  There are variations on the catalogue but I think it is fair to outline them with the following;

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West End Lamentations

Moreover, our eyes failed,
looking in vain for help;
from our towers we watched
for a nation that could not save us.

People stalked us at every step,
so we could not walk in our streets.
Our end was near, our days were numbered,
for our end had come.

. . .

The Lord’s anointed, our very life breath,
was caught in their traps.
We thought that under his shadow
we would live among the nations.
- Lamentations 4:17, 18, 20

I have determined to do this city harm and not good, declares the Lord.
- Jeremiah 21:10

This winter I gave up on biking and decided to walk to work.  Biking, particularly in winter, was a very focused and often stressful practice requiring constant focus and attention.  Walking has opened up time and attention regularly to other things.  It has allowed me to give small acts of attention both to my neighbourhood as well as to listening and exploring new music as I walk.  This has turned, unintentionally, into a sort of spiritual discipline or daily devotion (to use the old language).

This, in turn, has led me into spaces of lament (though bitterness and despair are likely more accurate words).  Last week there was a double shooting outside my house.  This brought to a point both the vulnerability of many in my neighbourhood as well as the mobility and privilege I have in how I want to deal with it.  This morning I walked past a still snow covered community garden and saw a pile of Lysol cans and by the end of the street I was greeted with a sign announcing the ‘grand opening’ of a new pawn shop.  This is a community suffering trauma.  A community medicating itself.  A community desperate to find access to the resources consistently denied to it.  A community too easily abandoned.

To be sure this is a beautiful community.  There are many reasons why we simply love living here.  But beauty is not armor, punch it enough and it bruises, breaks, and bleeds.  These are my devotions.  And I have tried to accompany them with the appropriate Psalms,

Dear Lord, have mercy
On the ones that go through life like it’s a game
We love
I won’t be forced to shut up when I don’t feel the same
Cause people gonna lie
Some people gonna steal
You gotta be careful not to shit where you live
Them people might try to have you killed
Lord have mercy, life is such a battlefield
For real
- Killer Mike and Scar

So it seems our people starve from lack of understanding
Cos all we seem to give them is some balling and some dancing
And some talking about our car and imaginary mansions
We should be indicted for bullshit we inciting
Hand the children death and pretend that its exciting
We are advertisements for agony and pain
- Killer Mike

Taubes and theology as the crisis of religion

I have been wanting to record a few points as I have been reading through Jacob Taubes’s From Cult to Culture.  The middle section of this collection of essays focuses on theology.  Part of what I have enjoyed about Taubes is his writing style.  There is always a hint of polemic but not overwrought, rather, the posture comes through in a basic clarity and force.  I have also really appreciated the introduction to a number of thinkers that I had either never heard of (Joachim of Fiore) or did not realize their significance (Franz Overbeck).

In any event I wanted at least to outline a few quotes from his article on Tillich and theology.  In this and other articles Taubes draws attention to the notion that “theology signals a crisis in religion” (here he is quoting Plato).  Theology emerges when “a mythical configuration breaks down and its symbols that are congealed in a canon come into conflict with a new stage of human consciousness” (193).

From the very beginning the church was thrown into a difficult situation in which extreme eschatological symbols were brought into the stark realities of history.  “The history of the development of Christian theology is a tragic history because there is no ‘solution’ to the conflict between eschatological symbols and the brute fact of a continuing history” (197).  Theology continued to employ a basic allegorical approach to canonical texts but the tension was heightened to a sort of impasse with the emergence of historical criticism.  This process working within the texts of the church came to view Christianity as “a ‘religion of Jesus,’ discarding all Christological doctrines as dead weight” (197).

Taubes introduces Paul Tillich’s theology as exemplifying the theological impasse of being a discourse for and within the church but possess tendencies to overcome or go beyond the confines of the church.  Taubes sees this as  a dialectical process moving between a ‘theology of the logos’ and a ‘doctrine of the church’.  And in its nature “the dialectical method is not a coach that can be stopped at will” (202).  In this way theology cannot be systematic “because the incarnation of the Christ cannot be treated as a systematic axiom” (203).  It is artificial and disingenous to put the allegorical genie back in the bottle.  We need to remain faithful to the impasse.

Taubes is trying to put a fine point on the paradoxes and contradictions at work within the projects of modern theology.  Again, what is at stake is the nature of revelation as a given authority.  While this is a tension that is typically recognized as being between theology and modernity Taubes is clear that this is between religion and theology.  And his response to remains suggestive,

Perhaps the time has come when theology must learn to live without the support of canon and classical authorities and stand in the world without authority.  Without authority, however, theology can only teach by an indirect method.  Theology is indeed in a strange position because it has to prove its purity by immersing itself in all the layers of human existence and cannot claim for itself a special realm.  In losing itself in the forms of the world, theology would not betray its destiny. . . . Theology must remain incognito for the sanctification of the world.  Theology should not strive for the vainglory to present a sacred science ‘separated’ from the sciences by special doctrines or dogmas, but rather it should serve in ‘lowliness of mind’ the secular knowledge and life. Would theology miss its point if instead of insisting on a separating circle, it would make itself of no special reputation and take upon itself the form of incognito? In such a fashion, theology would become more likely to present  the relation between the divine and the human in our time. (205)

An Ill Fit

“Then Jesus gave a loud cry and breathed his last.  And the curtain of the temple was torn in two, from top to bottom.  Now when the centurion, who stood facing him, saw that in this way he breathed his last, he said, ‘Truly this man was God’s Son!’” (Mark 15:37-38)

“Creation was subjected to futility. . . . We know that the whole creation has been groaning in labour pains until now; and not only the creation, but we ourselves . . . groan inwardly while we wait for the redemption of our bodies” (Romans 8:20-23)

This second quote is not our reading for the morning, but it is what came to mind as I reflected on our text and reflected on Lent as we draw closer to Easter.  Paul is coming a little late to the story.  He was not a disciple during the life of Jesus and does not seem to have been present during the events surrounding Easter.  And perhaps for that reason Paul seems to be hit all at once with the futility of creation and how humanity exists within it.

There is a certain type of futility that must be faced as we approach Easter.  At Palm Sunday crowds are ecstatic, celebrating their potential Messiah, their king, but Jesus does not mount a war horse rather he ambles in on a donkey.  Pilate, the one in charge, examines Jesus and seems to be more interested in the crowd’s response then in executing justice.  The soldiers let off some steam adding insult to injury with their mocking punishment of Jesus.  The whole story seems to be a practice in futility.  No one really gets what they want.  The people do not get what they want and they do not give Pilate what he wants.  And Jesus seems to be deliberately instigating a denial of these desires.  Jesus evades the religious, social, and political expectations imposed on him that keep us from feeling the futility around us.  To recognize Jesus then, it seems would simultaneously be to recognize a certain futility, the futility of trying to build a kingdom that does not fit creation.

In light of this context what sort of recognition did the centurion offer staring at the cross and the dead Jesus?  The words out of his mouth were simple, This person really was a son of God.  Some scholars read the statement as an extension of the soldier’s mocking of Jesus.  Jesus dies, the whole trial and ordeal is over and here, this man who couldn’t even last on the cross as long as other convicts, have a look everybody this man is truly a son of God.  The irony and the mocking continue.  The centurion remains hardened, he has probably seen it all before and at some point it always ends up this way.  Hopes are ignited, expectations are frustrated, and the powers re-assert themselves.  Another reading of the text interprets this statement as the very first conversion after at the death of Jesus.  At Jesus’s death this Gentile centurion sees the light of salvation, makes his confession of faith, and becomes a member of the kingdom of the God of Israel.

I think these two interpretations reflect our tendencies in how we encounter the seeming futility in life at times.  Sometimes we simply buckle under it. We resign ourselves to the fact that nothing changes and nothing will change and so we find our expressions tainted with cynicism, sarcasm, and despair.  The other tendency is to respond to possible futility by creating beautiful and symbolic visions that can help transport us out of some of our more difficult material realities.  We have hope in what is possible through faith expressing itself in work, prayer, and imagination. This position does not buckle under the futility but it can also lead us into illusions and denials about some of the realities in the world.

So which was it?  Was the centurion’s statement a hardened cynicism or an enlightened confession?  There are grounds for both interpretations.  On the one hand it is truly hard to imagine a centurion uttering these words affirmatively because it equals treason as Caesar the ruler of the Roman empire is called the son of God.  And second, there seems to be no implications to his statement.  The centurion goes about his work following Pontius Pilate’s orders in the following verses.  On the other hand it is also clear that early interpretations of this passage viewed the centurion as offering a faithful confession of Jesus as divine.  While still open for interpretation both Matthew and Luke offer slightly different accounts that seem to view the centurion as being much more affirming as a confession of faith.

This morning I want to consider the centurion as someone stuck between the possibility and futility of the world.  In the Roman army a centurion is essentially one step up from a regular soldier.  A centurion commands a group of one hundred soldiers.  Centurions were often soldiers promoted from within the ranks.  As a soldier there was a chance for advancement.  A centurion would have known and experienced that change and improvement was possible.  It was possible to imagine and work for something within the larger faith of the Roman Empire.

But there seems to have been catch with becoming a centurion.  The pay and standard of living would have improved somewhat, but with that advancement you became the most accessible target of a soldier’s frustration and unrest.  The first century Latin historian Tacitus offers several accounts of how soldiers direct their discontent against their centurion leaders.  At one point Tacitus refers to centurions as “the customary targets of the army’s ill-will, and the first victims of any outbreak.”  But in reality the centurion seemed to hold little authority beyond his small group of soldiers.  In fact the blame could also be passed down onto the centurion from higher ranking figures.  After Caesar Augustus died under unknown circumstances Tiberius become the new Caesar and leader of Rome.  After Tiberius became emperor it so happened that one of his rivals also died.  When the death was investigated the centurion who killed the man was called to testify.  The centurion said that he was following the orders of Tiberius.  And as you might guess we find out that Tiberius said that he never gave the orders.

So with the centurion we seem to have someone who can experience very real change and yet, in the end, may still find it hard to believe that anything really changes.  At the cross he saw the soldiers under his charge mock and abuse Jesus and he saw Pontius Pilate above placating to the crowds and he was in the middle of it, striving for advancement but forever the target from below and at the whim of those privileged above.  The soldier in doing his job well becomes a centurion and this promotion makes him the scorn of former comrades and the scape-goat of his superiors.  And so maybe there was something about this event and encounter with Jesus that simply proved too much to take and something changed.

Thinking about the story in this light the centurion reminded me a little of the characters in some of Franz Kafka’s novels.  Kafka was a German novelist who wrote in the early twentieth century.  What I have noticed in Kafka’s novels is that they often start with some dramatic change but the implications and awareness of that change are not fully evident.  In his novels The Trial and Amerika the protagonists both find themselves in completely new situations, in The Trial Joseph K. is placed under arrest without being told his crime and in Amerika Karl Rossmann leaves his native Germany in disgrace and arrives alone in the United States.  In both these stories the protagonists believe, in good faith, that the place and the system they find themselves in will yield positive results so long as they learn and abide by the proper rules.  But in each case the rules themselves are always able to steer and bend things away from their favour.  Kafka is devastatingly relentless in how far he will depict people willing to work with the system only to find themselves further under the system’s power.  And, in turn, how a system (like the legal system or like a country’s culture) is able forcibly, even if subtly, to bend your will and change your beliefs, like the centurion who believed in the work and possibility of Rome.

So if for the centurion his encounter with Jesus is a confession and a conversion experience then it is a strange one, one that we don’t know how to talk about anymore.  It is not yet the promise of Jesus lifting the burden but may be a conversion to the full and crushing awareness of the burden that the world exerts.  It is to be with Paul who hears and utters the true groaning of creation under a system and power that is able to reach and apply its pressure on all people.  This is what Paul calls sin, and it is pervasive.

Towards the end of Kafka’s The Trial we find Joseph K. who experienced just how deep and smothering the legal system is and how it thwarted any good work and intention he might throw at it.  Joseph is talking with a priest, who is also a prison chaplain, someone inside the system of the law.  The priest tries to explain some aspects of this system telling him that it is not truth but the belief that it is necessary that is important.  Joseph responds to the priest saying, “Depressing thought.  It makes the lie fundamental to world order.”  This might be one way of interpreting the centurion’s confession.  In seeing Jesus’s death the centurion also sees clearly the system that surrounded and imposed itself on him.  And perhaps like some Kafkaesque character the centurion has changed but does not fully know it himself.

In perhaps his most well-known novel The Metamorphosis Kafka depicts a character waking up one morning only to find out that he is now a giant bug, a monstrous vermin in some translations.  The change is stark, extreme, and definitive but the character does not yet know what to make of it.  He tries to go about his day as usual but he cannot, his body does not work the same, he does not fit as he once did, despite his continued attempts to fit under the old conditions.

So the centurion continues his duties after his confession not understanding what happened.  But maybe he begins to notice that his helmet does not fit properly anymore.  Maybe his spear that was once an extension of his arm now looks foreign and strange.  The commander’s voice that directed his every action was now emptied of its authority.  The gods that watched over Rome become impoverished images and meaningless rhetoric.  He begins to see that in this situation he will always be despised from below and rejected from above.

For the centurion and for anyone who encounters the way this cross, this death, this person who brings into focus the order of the world, the question becomes how you will live out of the change.  How much and or in what way will we continue to invest in trying to fit into in a system that seems to be based on a lie.

As we encounter the death of Jesus and the opening of the Temple curtain how do we continue to try and fit within the world?  I used to think I knew some of those answers.  I used to think I had to change myself but what if, like in Kafka, the change has already happened and we are trying to figure out how to live into it?  And here we need to take Kafka seriously.  In his stories some characters will go to any length believing they will find redemption in the order and system established around them.  Many of these stories do not end well.

So do not stifle the groaning you feel at the parts of this world that do fit the form God has given you.  Do not stifle the groaning that others feel at the forces that push down on them to try and conform or distort them into something they are not.  You are not alone if at times you feel like some monstrous vermin in the light of the powers and the pressures of this world.  It is, after all, a false light.  So continue this Lent as we approach the darkness, lose your orientation to the light of the world’s powers, and wait.

Amen.

Hard deskwork

I take some comfort in this considering my own ‘creative process’ in trying to write sermons.

[At the library t]he way hard deskwork really goes is in jagged little fits and starts, brief intervals of concentration alternated with frequent trips to the men’s room, the drinking fountain, the vending machine, constant visits to the pencil sharpener, phone calls you suddenly feel are imperative to make, rapt intervals of seeing what kinds of shapes you can bend a paperclip into.  This is because sitting still and concentrating on just one task for an extended length of time is, as a practical matter, impossible.  If you said, “I spent the whole night in the library, working on some sociology paper,” you really meant that you’d spent between two and three hours working on it and the rest of the time fidgeting and sharpening and organizing pencils and doing skin-checks in the men’s room mirror and reading about, say, Durkeim’s theories of suicide.

- David Foster Wallace, The Pale King, 291