"…Neither is this Thou" (- C. Williams)

Theology's many necessary intersections

The Believing Agnostic

The table is glass. The reflections of two lamps, one lit, the other dark, decorate the setting for my laptop computer. It is late by my body clock: 11:30 PM. The only sound is the air of the furnace breathing steadily through the vent on the wall near my feet.

I am glad for the heat, and lament that so many people in this world are exposed to the weather. Feelings of lament pulse within me. My heart, like a drummer keeping cadence with taps beats beyond foul weather and its victims. I feel the poverty that exposes most to the cruelties of humanity. Is poverty in itself an expression of inhuman cruelty?
Inhuman abuses of our own and other living beings must be legendary in this universe (that is, if there is anyone watching, from near or far). There are days when abused children and brutalized women, the mentally ill and … I had better halt this downward cascade before I drown, and just call the point well-made. For those who are willing to see the world as it is, pain must jar our journey.

And yes, I am aware that I have just made an audacious claim: that a human may know the world as it is. It “seems” – note the irony – that there are experiences that are so nearly universal, and observations so widely affirmed that they are like a hard bump of the head against a cabinet door. One bump is that humans suffer and die (“Ashes to ashes we all fall down is a macabre point too thinly spread for a children’s rhyme). Another is that the choices humans make, which make movers and instruments of all, are the only sources of real evil in this world.

Even though these conditions, so ubiquitous that Noah’s Ark seems believable – almost; even though we are creative in the hells we make, I am not a pessimist. I have another feeling that wrestles with the downward plunge and begins to cleanse the ashes: More can be done to alleviate natural and willful suffering, natural and willful cruelty. The feeling is not inspired by faith, nor by the conviction that “all will turn out for the good,” but by hope that stands before the abyss of overwhelming odds and perseveres to approximate the ideals that point to a greater reality than our own. The lamp on the left, the one that is lit, catches my attention.

God Who Risks

I remember reading in Night, a book by Elie Wiesel, his description of a tragic scene. The setting is a Nazi concentration camp. There is a ten-year-old boy hanging, dying on a gallows. There are others dying there too. A gathering of prisoners watches. One asks another, “Where is God?” The other answers somewhat like this, looking at the boy, “God is there, hanging.”

I remember a very recent picture. A little girl lying in the street, dying alone of Ebola. A crowd stands at a distance, lest the deadly virus infect them too. At this point I will imagine one person in the crowd whispering the question, “Where is God?” Soon a man crosses the street. He sits beside the child and lifts her onto his lap. Weakly she stretches an arm and rests her hand on his chest as he rocks her gently, singing softly. When she dies, he cries. The crowd cries, and the one who wondered, whispers, “There is God.”

I wonder, Is God to be found in the calling of one in need to the one who acts and risks?

An open mind and heart

I believe we should treasure an open mind. Unless we do, we will cease to learn and to grow. I also believe we should value convictions. People without passionate commitments do not lead change, and both individuals and societies continuously need reforming somehow, some way. (I will let that statement stand as a conviction based on observation, knowing that you may disagree.)

It seems to me that a crucial test of a genuinely open mind is an open heart. Is it enough to say to someone with a conviction other than our own, “I am willing to consider the possibility that you are correct?” Or even, “Your argument is so compelling that I must change my mind?” I think something more is necessary for so robust a claim as “I am open minded”? A deeper move is better evidence, and that move is a change of heart.

I think we are far more likely to entertain other possibilities and step into new intellectual places if we open our heart toward other persons. In other words, those who are truly open-minded are open-hearted. An example may express my point best.

Let us says that you strongly oppose marriage equality for LGBT persons. You have a friend who you come to find holds strongly the conviction that LGBT persons have the right to marry. You have so far in your relationship held this person in high esteem. Would you say, upon discovering your difference of conviction, “I am disappointed. To think! I respected him (or her)”? Or, would you say, “Now that I know this person is approving of LGBT marriage, I must reconsider the question”?

Of course, the example might be stated in the other direction. This is why I say that strong convictions, while crucial to the process of individual and social improvement, must be held lightly and humbly. Unless they rest, rather than take root, in us, we will quit listening to each other. Intellectual deafness is a perilous condition because intellectual pride is the end of sound thinking, and the attachment of spiritual unction to intellectual pride is spiritual pride, and when spiritual pride becomes the attitude of a community, bad things will follow. Alas! I must confess that all I have just written has taken deep root in me.

Beginning Theology: Third Rendition – This is Thou…

The decision to stand naked before the universe with hope is to enter the cloud of unknowing, which, for all we know, is an abyss of emptiness. Here I must assert strongly a disclaimer: I do not assume that I have experienced what St. John of the Cross described in The Cloud of Unknowing. I do not consider myself a mystic. Nevertheless, I have experienced in the course of meditation what could be called by St. John’s title. My cloud was the absence of assertion that results from the decision to have integrity, instead of certainty.

Stepping forward, self-divested of assertion, into a posture of receiving is a single movement. In it, we bear our anxiety unto peace. I know what I just wrote will seem strange: the decision made in anxiety is the open door to peace. With nothing to defend – no lurking preconsciousness of doubting questions to fuel exaggerated confidence – the nagging sense that we may be wrong is gone, and with it the denial of uncertainty that metastasizes into dogma.

So… disarmed, we are ready to receive.

What then do we experience in this symbolic “cloud” of our willing unknowing? In the mist we cannot see ahead at all. There are no thoughts of anything beyond us. There is no grandeur of the universe to overwhelm us. The cacophony of noise from without and from within is stilled. The quiet of our mind is welcome. We feel nothing but ourselves, and encounter the simple Cartesian reality, I Think Therefore I am.  We want to rest there forever.

But we cannot: we do not have the resources to exist for ourselves alone; we cannot sustain this peace without ceasing to be. Our attention is drawn gradually to the second truth: we are not alone even in ourselves. Our hearts are stirred by echoes of what was before and what is hiding within. The unconscious is freer to emerge and “breath” us forward. The cloud is mere tranquility, when what we need is presence. We are the product of relationships and communities. The second truth, the one beyond “Je pense,” is “because of Thou also, I am: Thou, and thou, and thou!”

Nevertheless, In the peace of unknowing we are strengthened for a more open return, less encumbered by the need to defend our security through the props of ego defenses and dogma. Of course, our self and the beliefs of our communities will still be present for us to attend to. However, now we do so by healthier and constructive means because we have disarmed.

When I decide to take the next “step,” beyond the cloud, I find in that moment the cloud is no longer there. There is an imaginative shift. It is a gentle reentry. There is a well flowered glen, with much to enjoy and to attract my attention. I wait, walking, receiving its variegated beauty. A way opens among the trees and flowering bushes. There is presence. The former One was a projection of my self; yes, it is I who am on the path, but integrated with me, and yet not, is another who accompanies me on the way. There is someOne more than myself alone. The One takes my hand and leads me out where I have not yet seen the way.

Freer on the journey, I now believe whatever I will conceive God to be, projection and reality, “Darkness and light are alike to Thee.”

DJB

Serendipity – of friends

There are those we trust, who prove worthy of our trust; we celebrate them! There are those who are not so worthy after all; we grieve them. There are those who make a bad first impression on us, who become utterly reliable friends. They provide a glimpse of joy. Obviously, surprises in relationships can be painful; or, they can be blessings. The questions for me are, who will I be on the other side of a twist or a turn I did not foresee. Is this where my choices most fund my potential for growth? The choice to inflict a narcissistic wound on the other would not be growth for me. Neither is there growth in deciding to endure abuse. But learning to be honest in our grieving, while celebrating the gift of the one who is “for us” seems to me the right path. (Just some reflections, not a presumption of wisdom, I hope!)

First step in theology: Hope is greater than faith

The pursuit of integrated life leads us inevitably to the existential and intellectual precipice of unknowing. The word’s troubles make it so. The precipice is the pinnacle of a temple. We imagine the temple is of God’s making, but the weight and significance of our choices makes it largely our own. The first decision that the traumas of life requires of the reflective theologian is to stand at the precipice of human making divested of dogma. This surrender to deconstruction enables us to take our place there.

Like Jesus of Nazareth, who came in the midst of his spiritual wilderness to the temple made with hands, we are tempted to fling ourselves dramatically from the pinnacle in a show of faith which will prove the greatness of our theological divestment; but there remains a specific affirmation – like Jesus, we first think angels will catch us. But also like Jesus, we must say “no” to the temptation toward public melodrama; like Jesus we must speak truth to lie. Then we may – indeed we must – step forward into “an unknown country.”

Earlier I thought that it would be an act of faith that would enable this step. But I have changed my mind. In this condition beyond doubt and without specific affirmation, we step in despair and hope from the temple of our own making. What lies before us is what St. John of the Cross called, “the cloud of unknowing,” an abyss.

This is what we theologians have in common, we stand together in the necessity of stepping forward “in fear and in trembling,” despair and hope, into unknown possibilities, each of which reflects a different posture before the deconstruction of our unknowing. It is one cloud of unknowing, but there are differences in our “postures” before the unknown.

Looking again to Kierkegaard, we see him standing with hope, that is, positive expectation, though still not knowing what or precisely whom to expect. In him there is despair unto hope. Looking now to Nietzsche, the other posture is “negative hope,” because he does not hope there is someone to catch him, but rather he hopes for meaning despite that absence. So in Nietzsche also there is despair and hope. Their responses to the despairing human existential condition are two sides of the same coin: a pregnant agnosticism. The first side is unknowing hope in a positive possibility, and the second is unknowing hope in a negative possibility. But the unknowing is the same for both: an abyss.

The abyss itself cannot be described, and this for obvious reasons. From the temple, we know, we see our control – kingdoms of this world are the powers of our own rule and making – and here again the likeness to Jesus is keen . He sees that those bastions of power are ephemeral and fleeting, illusions of an insecure self. So the abyss is not the profound emptiness of a literally unfathomable chasm, nor the profound psychological darkness of anfechtung; rather, it is the nothing that is something because someone stands before it in hope. Our first glimpse of it is by looking not to the powers of this world, but beyond them. (“The kingdom the power and the glory” look as nothing.)

Ironically looking beyond them locates the cloud within. When we ponder the immensity of the universe and then ask the questions: why “now”? and why “here”? We call infinitude into our conscious presence. It takes our breath away, this existential echo of the literally unfathomable reality of space, time and relativity. Our reflexive response is ontological shock. This is the real source of our final unknowing before the despair expressed as hopeful step forward. The abyss, then, is the nothing perceived by our anxiety itself – the anxiety of our unknowing – which becomes something when we are honest enough with ourselves to perceive it.

Alas! To take the step at all is an assertion of our self-hood, but in receptive mode, for in the step we leap into the possibility of our undoing, and the hope of our rebuilding. The abyss may be seen, therefore, not as chasm, but as the very path to the possibility for which we hope. Hope turns out, by necessity, to be greater than faith for faith’s sake. Entering with hope instead of faith releases infinite possibilities for faith itself, whereas entering with faith limits hope (indeed, it is not to enter at all). Rather, this is a return to knowing and idolatry, because it is knowing before its time. We may be tempted to say of the abyss “this is Thou,” whether we refer to the divine or the merely ultimate; but “neither is this thou.” How tragically limited is faith when we presume to know what we can only know through stepping forward with hope into unknowing. The cloud and the abyss are the one way before us. Let us enter with hope! When we do, the possibilities for faith are infinite.

The Trembling Sickness

It catches up with us so slowly, so stealthfully that we feel caught by surprise when first its hand grasps us. I write of anfechtung. In the instant that its grip closes, suddenly and hard, we recognize it.  In the back of our mind’s eye we’ve seen glimpses of it lurking, stalking us.  In an instant, what we have felt in intimations and seen through a glass darkly, is revealed. Our heart paints our vision en bleu, ou noir.  What was bright and promising turns deeply, oppressively dark.  At last we understand that there is a direct relationship between “fear and trembling” and “the sickness unto death”!  Kierkegaard the faithful agnostic has prepared us for this moment and its life imperiling question: Will I follow Abraham and there-by become the knight of faith who trusts in the face of the absurd or will I take the road beyond despair? Will It be knight or night for me? Here most of all I see the history and present fruition of the dreadful and yet promising power of choice. Martin Luther looms large.

First Move in Theology: First Rendition

Soren Kierkegaard thought deeply and for long about the biblical story of Abraham’s near sacrifice of Isaac. (See, Fear and Trembling.) The philosopher concluded that Abraham was the “knight of faith” because he trusted God in the face of the absurd. This is the great leap of faith Kierkegaard thought was essential to Christian life with integrity.

What was at stake for Abraham? On the other side of a fulfilled sacrifice of his own son, Isaac, Abraham would have experienced not only the death of his beloved child, but also of the promise of God to make of his descendants a great nation. Who knows where God’s failure to provide what God required of Abraham might have led! I believe it very likely that the existential condition of Abraham post-filial sacrifice (literally, holocaust) would have been a world without God: the death of God for him. We see this in post-holocaust Jewish life and thought, in whom Isaac was, in a sense, sacrificed: a widespread agnosticism.

Despite the call of God that is intrinsic to Kierkegaard’s leap, there is agnosticism at its core. After all, one must leap into the arms of an unknown God – a God very different than the God of the promise who caused Sarai to bear Isaac in her old age, unrecognizable as the God who spoke before knife and fire. Those who would pursue Kierkegaard’s necessity must assume the same agnostic posture, divested of any and all specific beliefs. We are given only a possibility in which we may place our trust: the Abyss may be trustworthy. If we take a more confident stance and leap with the firm belief that there will be faithful arms to catch us, then that “abyss” will not be the thing itself, and we will have dived into the shallow end of the pool;  then it is no real leap after all.

In this light, the statement I am about to make may not seem so strange as it might have seemed: Kierkegaard and Nietzsche stood side by side before the same Abyss. For Nietzsche, integrity demanded that we stand before the universe without God. When Kierkegaard stood with Abraham, on the day Kierkegaard divested himself of belief in favor of trust, he stood with Nietzsche.

We cannot know God and know only the g/God we have known. Both philosophers place us where we belong: with the humble recognition that we cannot finally know anything at all about God. We must choose to trust in the possibility of meaning in the face of an un-god-ed universe. This posture, which I imagine is akin to The Cloud of Unknowing of mystical fame, is necessary in order to be ready to receive whatever may or may not be provided.

Daily we must do this, and we do this whenever we have the courage – or is it the faith? – to face the questions that lurk hopefully and anxiously for recognition at the edge of our consciousness. Mined with angst and specific fears, this is, nonetheless, the only way to integrity, and the only way to the bosom of Abraham. Otherwise, we would be as an Abraham with hand held perpetually poised to strike and also waiting for God to provide – frozen without faith or doubt.

DJB