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Sunday, March 1, 2020

The Bone that Has No Marrow

            [originally untitled]

Posting this for Lent, though it does not have specifically Lenten language.  Lent, besides reflecting on our personal sinfulness, is often a time of renewal, of seeking a new path. This poem hints at the need to do that, lest we flounder with no good purpose.      

                        #127
The Bone that has no Marrow,
What Ultimate for that?
It is not fit for Table
For Beggar or for Cat.


A Bone has obligations —
A Being has the same —
A Marrowless Assembly
Is culpabler than shame.*


But how shall finished Creatures
A function fresh obtain?
Old Nicodemus’ Phantom
Confronting us again**!


--Emily Dickinson, 1830s.  Part One:  Life
                                        
*A bone without marrow leaves nothing for a creature to eat.  A bone without marrow cannot fulfill its obligations of holding up the body.  A person who similarly can't hold up their obligations is shameful.

**The poet asks how creatures (people) without this structure can remake themselves. She revisits John chapter 3 where Jesus tells Nicodemus that a person must be "reborn" of the Spirit to enter the Kingdom of God.  Nicodemus is puzzled.  Jesus says the Holy Spirit has to do the transforming. Sometimes John chapter 3 is read during Lent.










































Tuesday, July 2, 2019

Patriotism & the Christian

Thoughts from C.S. Lewis

     This Fourth of July month, when Americans especially focus on patriotism, is a good time to look at the writings of celebrated Christian (though British) author, C.S. Lewis.  Lewis fought in World War I, then saw the tragedies that befell Europe as a result of Nazism World War II.  In fact, The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe, the first book of The Chronicles of Narnia, opens with the Pevensie children being sent to the English countryside to get away from the bombing of London. 
     Clearly, Lewis knew about the need to fight countries that are committing graver evils than one's own country.  Yet Lewis was no fanatic about patriotism.  He shows some shadings, some caution about earthly citizenship and a great deal of clarity about our higher citizenship being in heaven.  I, myself, rejoice in the many blessings of being an American. But I am always concerned when people want to muddle my heavenly citizenship with my American citizenship.  So this month, I will bring forth some ideas and cautions of C.S. Lewis about patriotism.
     In a letter dated May 25, 1951, Lewis wrote:  “I think love for one’s country means chiefly love for people who have a good deal in common with oneself (language, clothes, institutions) and in that is very like love of one’s family or school: or like love (in a strange place) for anyone who once lived in one’s home town.”  Lewis keeps in mind on the higher matter of our citizenship being in heaven.  He went on say: “And it is good, because any natural help towards our spiritual duty of loving is good and God seems to build our higher loves round our merely natural impulses — sex, maternity, kinship, old acquaintance etc.”
          Lewis' 1960 book, The Four Loves, grew out of some 1958 radio talks. The book tucks the subject of patriotism into the chapter, "Likings and Loves for the Sub-human."   [The actual four loves are affection, friendship, eros/romantic love and agape/charity.] So we see right off that he is cautious about patriotism as a primary motivation.  He is generally cautious about elevating any of the human loves too high: “We may give our human loves the unconditional allegiance which we owe only to God. They become gods: then they become demons. Then they will destroy us, and also destroy themselves.  Human loves that are allowed to become gods do not remain loves. They are still called so, but can become in fact complicated forms of hatred.”  Lewis divides patriotism into four "ingredients" or "layers."
     First, there is love of home, of the place we grew up in or the places, perhaps many, which have been our homes; and of all places fairly near these and fairly like them; love of old acquaintances, of familiar sights, sounds and smells.  Of course, patriotism of this kind is not in the least aggressive. It asks only to be let alone. It becomes militant only to protect what it loves. In any mind which has a pennyworth of imagination, it produces a good attitude towards foreigners.  How can I love my home without coming to realize that other men, no less rightly, love theirs? Once you have realized that the Frenchmen like cafĂ© complet just as we like bacon and eggs why, good luck to them and let them have it. The last thing we want is to make everywhere else just like our own home. It would not be home unless it were different... 
     With this love for the place, there goes a love for the way of life; for beer and tea and open fires, trains with compartments in them and an unarmed police force and all the rest of it; for the local dialect and (a shade less) for our native language...As [theologian G.K.] Chesterton says, a man’s reasons for not wanting his country to be ruled by foreigners are very like his reasons for not wanting his house to be burned down; because he "could not even begin" to enumerate all the things he would miss.
      "The second ingredient" of patriotism, Lewis writes, "is a particular attitude to our country’s past. I mean to that past as it lives in popular imagination; the great deeds of our ancestors. … This feeling has not quite such good credentials as the sheer love of home. The actual history of every country is full of shabby and even shameful doings." These myths live on in our imagination can "impose an obligation and to hold out an assurance."  In other words, they can drive us to live up to higher ideals.  Lewis says it’s, "possible to be strengthened by the image of the past without being either deceived or puffed up." 
     America has it's own inspiring myths: Paul Revere’s ride, peaceful cooperation with (some) Native Americans, the Christianity of many of our Founding Fathers. Some of these myths may have some truth to them, but none tell the whole story, the "shabby and shameful" parts.  Any country’s history holds acts of both good and evil. So Lewis warns: "What does seem to me poisonous, what breeds a type of patriotism that is pernicious if it lasts but not likely to last long in an educated adult, is the perfectly serious indoctrination of the young in knowably false or biased history—the heroic legend drably disguised as text-book fact. With this creeps in the tacit assumption that other nations have not equally their heroes; perhaps even the belief—surely it is very bad biology—that we can literally 'inherit' a tradition."
     "The third thing", or strand of patriotism is probably the most recognized. Lewis calls it, “a firm, even prosaic belief that our own nation, in sober fact, has long been, and still is markedly superior to all others.” This is certainly a form of patriotism that can steer us wrong over time, so to lose our judgment.
     I once ventured to say to an old clergyman who was voicing this sort of patriotism, “But, sir, aren’t we told that every people thinks its own men the bravest and its own women the fairest in the world?” He replied with total gravity he could not have been graver if he had been saying the Creed at the altar “Yes, but in England it’s true.” To be sure, this conviction had not made my friend (God rest his soul) a villain; only an extremely lovable old ass. It can, however, produce asses that kick and bite. On the lunatic fringe, it may shade off into that popular racialism which Christianity and science equally forbid....If our nation is really so much better than others it may be held to have either the duties or the rights of a superior being towards them...If our nation is really so much better than others it may be held to have either the duties or the rights of a superior being towards them. In the nineteenth century the English became very conscious of such duties: the "white man's burden." What we called natives were our wards and we their self-appointed guardians...our habit of talking as if England's motives for acquiring an empire...had been mainly altruistic nauseated the world. And yet this showed the sense of superiority working at its best. Some nations who have also felt it have stressed the rights, not the duties...to them, some foreigners were so bad that one had the right to exterminate them. Others, fitted only to be hewers of wood and drawers of water to the chosen people, had better be made to get on with their hewing and drawing.     
     He writes of broken treaties with Native Americans, extermination of Australian aborigines, Apartheid in South Africa and Nazi gas-chambers.   “On the lunatic fringe it may shade off into that popular Racialism which Christianity and science equally forbid...”  Ignoring the achievements and perspectives of other nations and cultures can lead to a sense of superiority that justifies the mistreatment and exploitation of others.  
     There's a point at which patriotism can even breed lawlessness, the fourth ingredient.  "When natural loves become lawless,"  Lewis writes, "they do not merely do harm to other loves; they themselves cease to be the loves they were--to be loves at all."  "We know now that this love becomes a demon when it becomes a god." In this fourth aspect, patriotism can have the ingredient of alleged "duty" toward other countries, but from a position of power, not out of kindness.  Patriotism reaching this demonic form unconsciously denies patriotism itself.
     “No man,” said one of the Greeks, “loves his city because it is great, but because it is his,” A man who really loves his country will love her in her ruin and degeneration “England, with all thy faults, I love thee still.” She will be to him “a poor thing but mine own.” He may think her good and great, when she is not, because he loves her; the delusion is up to a point pardonable...I may without self-righteousness or hypocrisy think it just to defend my house by force against a burglar; but if I start pretending that I blacked his eye purely on moral grounds wholly indifferent to the fact that the house in question was mine I become insufferable.  The pretense that when England’s cause is just we are on England’s side as some neutral Don Quixote might be for that reason alone, is equally spurious. And nonsense draws evil after it. If our country’s cause is the cause of God, wars must be wars of annihilation. A false transcendence is given to things which are very much of this world.   
     Lewis is not arguing that there is no right side nor wrong side.  He is cautioning against seeing your own country as always and only on the right side of morality. This false thinking keeps the citizenry from acknowledging its mistakes.  When you equate your movements with God's movings, then you grant your country the status of being beyond questioning.  As Lewis says, if any country has this, then they feel they have the right and even the "responsibility" to annhiliate any and all enemies because the nation cannot be wrong.  Even act is seen as moral because of the sense that the nation is sacred. Every decision is right because of the country which made it.  This is the the demonic patriotism because the nation has become a god.  

     Lewis also had some interesting thoughts on patriotism in The Screwtape Letters. Here is an excerpt from an elder demon telling his nephew about leading a man away from God:  "Let him begin by treating Patriotism or the Pacifism as a part of his religion. Then let him, under the influence of the partisan spirit, come to regard it as the most important part. Then quietly and gradually nurse him on to the stage at which religion merely becomes part of the 'Cause'...Once you have made the World an end, and Faith a means, you have almost won your man, and it makes very little difference what kind of worldly end he is pursuing."

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     If we insist that somehow America would never do that, then we are indulging the very pride that increases the likelihood our nation will go down that path.  Americans defended slavery for a century. We embraced racial segregation for decades after that. The KKK has seen various resurgencies over the centuries.  Besides repression of Blacks, it has bred hostilities towards other vulnerable demographics.  Life movements seek to protect other types of vulnerable populations this country that do not have sufficient protections.  Whole life movements seek to do this in a broader sense.
     As a nation and as individuals, we have and we will make mistakes, often while still insisting how right and righteousness we are.  This thinking always has and always will pose a danger for nations and individuals.

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     Another danger of muddling our two citizenships is the risk of forgetting our primary citizenship is in heaven.  Here on earth, we are wanderers and roamers. In fact, we ourselves are even exiles, as St. Peter writes in I Peter 2:11:  "Beloved, I urge you as sojourners and exiles."  St. Paul writes in  Philippians 3:20: "Our citizenship is in heaven."  The unknown author of Hebrews describes the heroes of faith "longing for a better country--a heavenly one" (Heb. 11:16).  This world is fallen, broken, and we wait for the new creation in heaven, as spoken of in Romans chapter 8 and Revelation 21.  





Monday, January 1, 2018

Winter Wakenth All My Care*



Winter wakeneth all my care,
Now
these leaves waxeth** bare;
Oft I sigh and mournfully stare
When it cometh in my thought
Of this world's joy, how it goeth all to naught.
Now it is, now not seen***,
As though it hath never been;
That many sayeth, and so is still:
All goeth by God's will:
All we shall die, though we like it ill****.
All that green which groweth green,
Now
it fadeth which has been***:
Jesu, help that it be seen
And
shield us from Hell!
For I know not how long I go, nor how long here I dwell.
----Anonymous
*Paraphrased in slightly more modern English.  It is one of the earliest surviving winter poems in English literature, original written in Middle English spelling.
**"Wax", an old word for "to grow", from the German "wachsen."  Now used only to speak of the "waxing moon", when the lit part of the moon appears to be growing, all the way to full moon.
**See Psalm 90, which speaks of the grass quickly fading and compares this to the short lives of people.  Also, Jesus' Sermon on the Mount in Matthew 6 and Luke 12, how God clothes the grass of the field, which quickly dies, with beautiful flowers.
***Though we don't like it at all


Friday, August 20, 2010

To Everything a Season

There is a time for everything,
And a season for every activity under heaven:
  • A time to be born and a time to die;
  • A time to plant and a time to uproot;
  • A time to kill off forcefully and a time to heal;
  • A time to tear down and a time to build;
  • A time to weep and a time to laugh;
  • A time to grieve and a time to dance;
  • A time to scatter stones about and a time to gather them up;
  • A time to embrace and a time to hold back;
  • A time to search and a time to abandon search;
  • A time to keep and a time to discard;
  • A time to tear and a time to mend;
  • A time to be silent and a time to speak
  • A time to love and a time to hate*;
  • A time for war and a time for peace....
[God] has made everything beautiful in its time.
He has also set eternity into the hearts of people,
Yet they cannot grasp what God has done
From beginning to end. --(King Solomon?); Ecclesiastes 3:1-8, 11
*We are called to truly hate what is evil or false; not to arbitrarily hate other people.

Sunday, June 20, 2010

When I Consider How My Light is Spent*

(Sonnet XIX)
When I consider how my light is spent,
Ere half my days, in this dark world and wide,
And that one talent which is death to hide**
Lodged with me useless, though my soul more bent
To serve therewith my Maker, and present
My true account, lest He returning chide,
"Doth God exact day-labour, light denied?"
I fondly ask; But patience, to prevent
That murmur, soon replies "God doth not need
Either man's work or his own gifts. Who best
Bear His mild yoke, they serve Him best. His state
Is kingly
: thousands at His bidding speed
And post o'er land and ocean without rest;
They also serve who only stand and wait."


---John Milton

*A poem on his imprending blindness

**It would be a "mini-death" to have to give up writing poetry.

Friday, August 21, 2009

The Destruction of Sennacherib*

The Assyrian came down like the wolf on the fold,
And his cohorts were gleaming in purple and gold;
And the sheen of their spears was like stars on the sea,
When the blue wave rolls nightly on deep Galilee.

Like the leaves of the forest when Summer is green,
That host with their banners at sunset were seen:
Like the leaves of the forest when Autumn hath blown,
That host on the morrow lay withered and strown.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on the blast,
And breathed in the face of the foe as he passed;
And the eyes of the sleepers waxed deadly and chill,
And their hearts but once heaved, and for ever grew still!

And there lay the steed with his nostril all wide,
But through it there rolled not the breath of his pride:
And the foam of his gasping lay white on the turf,
And cold as the spray of the rock-beating surf.

And there lay the rider distorted and pale,
With the dew on his brow, and the rust on his mail;
And the tents were all silent, the banners alone,
The lances uplifted, the trumpet unblown.

And the widows of Ashur are loud in their wail,
And the idols are broke in the temple of Baal;
And the might of the Gentile, unsmote by the sword*,
Hath melted like snow in the glance of the Lord!
---George Gordon, Lord Byron

*II Kings 18: 13-19; II Chronicles 32: 1-21; Isaiah chapters 36-37. Sennacherib was an Assyrian king. A previous Assyrian king, Slamaneser, had carried the northern kingdom of Israel. When Sennacherib threatened Judah, Isaiah and King Hezekiah prayed to Yahweh (the Lord), and the Angel of God killed Sennacherib's best fighting men in camp. Sennacherib withdrew home, and was later killed by some of his own sons in the temple of his god.

Sunday, May 11, 2008

Vapory Mists

[HEH-vell heh-vah-LEEM; Hah-KOHL HAH-vell.]
Vapor of Vapor*; all is (vanishing) vapor
[Mah--yith-ROHK lah-ah-DAHM**]
What profit is it for a man
[B'kohl--eh-mah-LOH sh-yah'-ah-MOHL]
In all his labor which he does
[TACH-ath ha-SHEMM-esh.]
Under the sun? (Ecclesiastes 1: 2a-3)

*Often translated as "vanity of vanities"; the Hebrew really says "vapor" because, no matter how much you clutch at vapor, you cannot hold it
**"Adam", a man

Kind of "bleak" taken on its own! But the 12th chapter of Ecclesiastes reminds us we get all of our meaning by remembering our Creator in the days of our youth. And we know that in Jesus, we shall have begun and shall more perfectly live that life in heaven which knows of no vanity or uselessness or futility.

Wednesday, February 7, 2007

From Sea to Dark Dead Sea

[This poem is about the modern American mindset and its influence upon the Church. It does not reflect a crushing depression on the part of the poetess.]

The Jordan in but never out,
So knowledge takes in me such route
In brackish waters to brood about
The suppression of true freedom's shout---
The Dead Sea.

At lowest point, then, here I sit.
The deepest depression of deep'ning rift.
The deep'ning gloom---and shall it lift?
Integrity's shroud, hides Holy Writ. . .
Apathy.

As just-hatched bird by Nature bred
Lives just to squawk and so be fed
I now by histr'y do so defend
By justified means I reach this end:
The Bland Me.

I lived through day, I lived through night;
I lived through love, I lived through fright;
I turned inside to put to flight
The hopeless failures from crueller sight:
The Dead Me.

Whether by mindless shallowness
Or endless, stale analysis,
In Sophist and in Hedonist
The fear of Feeling here exists:
The fear "to be."

On me they float but can't dive in:
Cannot drown but cannot swim.
Advance in skills. . .Retreat within. . .
A merry-go-round with fatal spin. . .
Technology?!?!

Oh, to be that other sea,
Parted to let young Israel free,
Closed to drown out cruelty,
Fluid with fresh-faced vitality:
The Red Sea!!!

-----C. Marie Byars, 1987

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