(but I tried to find it and couldn't. so forgive me for posting it again...if I am.)
The truth (as
best I know it…)
The final belief is to believe in a fiction, which you
know to be a fiction, there being nothing else. The exquisite truth is to know
it is a fiction and that you believe in it willingly. --Wallace
Stevens
Now we come, at long last, to the
part that could get me defrocked, even a humble retired priest like myself. I
actually don't “believe” much of anything besides what Wallace Stevens, of all
people, wrote. The whole Christian enterprise, as it were, is a 'fiction' to me,
albeit a 'fiction' I believe in willingly, passionately and profoundly.
A joke would be in order. This is the
best theological joke I ever heard besides the one about the Pope and the
Jewish tailor back in the distant past which I will tell you presently. This
joke is about Pope John XXIII--”the last good Pope”, I call him, and the
seminal Protestant theologian of the 20th century, Paul Tillich.
One day a Cardinal answers the phone
in the Pope's residence. John XXIII is writing a letter but overhears the troubled,
almost hysterical one side of the call.
“No, that can't be true! ...It is
impossible!...I can't believe it!...Of course I will tell his Holiness
immediately....”
The Pope looks up and asks the
Cardinal, who is ashen and shaking,”bad news I suppose....”
“Your Holiness,” the Cardinal begins,
“that was our archeologist in the Holy Land. He called to tell me they have
discovered Jesus' body.”
The Pope finishes his letter and
gathers his thoughts.
“There can be no mistake, I take it?”
he asked.
“No, you Holiness, it is the body of
our Lord.”
John XXIII takes a deep breath. Then
he speaks, “We must make this information public. We cannot cover up the most
disturbing discovery of this or any other time. But before I make an
announcement, I must call Paul Tillich....”
{Tillich, just by way of information,
was the theologian who referred to God as “the Ground of Being”. A rather
ontological and obscure way of referring to the Deity. Tillich's wittier
students used to joke that Jesus must be 'a Chip off the ol' Block of Being.'}
The phone rings in Chicago. Paul
Tillich is understandably surprised to be called by the Pope, but they greet
each other with respect and the Pope says, “Dr. Tillich, I needed to tell you,
the most respected Protestant theologian, that our archeologists in the Holy
Land have found our Savior's body. There is no mistake and I will announce it
to the faithful of the world. I just wanted you to know beforehand.”
There is an inordinate pause. The
Pope thinks the connection has been lost.
“Professor Tillich...?” he says.
Tillich finally responds, “My God, he
really lived....”
I do some teaching about Mary
Magdalene, because after The Da Vinci Code was published people had
interest in the whole history and I did some serious research into the era and
the legends of Mary Magdalene. I tell that joke before introducing the Gospel
of Mary of Magdala because anyone in the room who has only a church-taught
concept of the early church risks being shocked and having their 'belief'
knocked off its moorings by what we are going to discuss.
I tell the people, “if you are not
shocked and offended by that joke, we can continue....But if it seems too
irreverent, you still have time to leave.”
The Gospel of Mary of Magdala
and all the other gospels that didn't make the cut by the boys at Nicaea, throw
a monkey wrench into the narrow and dogmatic way the 'church' teaches us about
the earliest church. Matthew, Mark, Luke and John aren't the only stories
around and certainly aren't 'the truth, the whole truth and nothing but the
truth' by a long shot. This whole Christianity thing is a little suspect given
the alternative options to what is
doctrine and dogma for the modern church we have made 'orthodox'. Had the 'heresies'--Gnostic and
otherwise—prevailed instead of the Nicene model of Christianity, how different
the church would have been! I think it is problematic for a lot of Christians to reflect on and ponder that
possibility.
My basic problem with all this is
that I'm not sure what people mean when they say 'do you believe'
this or that. As I understand it, the Greek word translated “believe”--pistevo,
from the noun pistis—means something like 'to trust in', 'to rely
on', 'to cling to'--or as I once heard it described: 'to live as if'.
That doesn't seem to be in the same
hemisphere as what most Christians mean when they ask: “do you BELIEVE Jesus is
your Lord and Savior?” (Well, of course, a lot of Christians never say anything
like that—but whatever 'believe' means in that context is had more to do with
'knowing it is True' than trusting in, relying on, clinging to and 'living as
if' it were true.) And most of what gets paraded out as “Christian Belief” asks
us to, in a real sense, 'intellectually assent' to the Virgin Birth, for
example. That 'assent', it seems to me, means thinking that if only there had
been a camcorder around, we be able to actually see the Red Sea parting,
Lazarus coming forth and Jesus walking on the waters.
Trusting, relying and clinging don't
come from the intellect. The realities 'trust' refers to can't be proven or
seen. 'Relying on' and 'clinging to” are, ironically enough, given this
discussion, the 'art' to belief's 'science'. Take the Creationist debate (as
Heni Youngman would say...”Please...”). There is a lot more artfulness in a God
who works through the Laws of Nature than one who worked six days and was
finished. The people who object most strenuously to the Theory of Evolution
want to replace evolution, which is and always has always been 'theoretical',
with something writ in stone, hard, factual...well, what I'd call 'scientific'.
When someone says they believe in the story of Creation 'in the Bible', I
always ask, “which one?” A lot of people who 'believe in' Creationism, don't
seem to realize the story in Genesis 1 is a lot different from the story in
Genesis 2. I can't get my mind around why it matters so much 'which is
True'--Evolution or Creationism. What gets thrown around as capital T Truth
causes a lot of mischief. Like Aryans being being a superior race—that, many
people saw as True, true enough to try to exterminate whole ethnic groups.
Truth will get you in a world of
hurting. Fiction, on the other hand, isn't anything to either kill or die for.
There's a story about the Pope and
the Jewish tailor that comes in handy here. It's a story usually told with
signs and hand movements, but I'll try my best to describe those in words.
A new Pope had been elected to
replace the dead one, and the Cardinals who were the Pope's advisers, told him,
“Your Holiness, your first act as Pontiff must be to expel the Jews from Rome.”
The new Pope was startled by the
suggestion. “Why should I do that?” he asked.
“Because,” he was told, “a new Pope always
expels the Jews from Rome.”
But he was not convinced. “I must
have a conversation with one of the Jewish leaders,” he said, “before I exile a
whole community.”
The Cardinals objected, but the Pope
was firm...and what the Pope is firm about happens....
The message was sent to the Jewish
Community that the Pope wanted to interview one of the leaders before
determining whether to rid Rome of the Jews. None of the rabbis wanted to
go—what good could come of it? But there was a tailor named Jacob who
volunteered and was taken to the Pope's rooms in the Vatican.
Since they shared no common language,
the Pope conducted his interview in sign
language.
The Pope held up one finger and Jacob
held up two.
The Pope made a large rotating motion
with his arms and hands. Jacob pointed to the floor.
The Pope took an apple from a table
and showed it to Jacob. The tailor took a piece of matzo from his pocket and
showed it to the Pope.
The Pope dismissed the tailor with a
message, translated by one of the Cardinals, that the Jews could stay in Rome.
The astonished Cardinals asked the
Pope why he gave the Jews permission to stay.
“The Tailor is an orthodox
Christian,” he told them.
They all cried out, asking how the
Pope could make such a outlandish statement.
“Well,” the Pope said, holding up one
finger, “I said, 'there is One God', but the Tailor replied by holding up two
fingers: 'but there is the Son and the Holy Spirit as well.”
The Pope made his broad motion for
the Cardinals. “I told him God was 'omnipotent', everywhere and he correctly
replied, by pointing at the floor, 'God is also imminent, present in our
midst'....
“Finally,” the Pope told them, “I
asked, 'is the earth round like an apple
as the heretics claim?' And the Jew replied, demonstrating with their
unleavened bread, 'No, the earth is flat as the Church teaches.'”
The Cardinals were all stunned.
Back in the Jewish ghetto, Jacob told
his people to stop packing, that they were staying. “But how,” they all asked,
“did such a thing happen?”
Jacob shook his head. “I'm not sure,”
he said.
“But what happened between you?” they
clambered to know.
“It was very odd,” the Tailor told
them.
“First the Pope said, 'I'm going to
poke you in the eye' and I told him, 'I'll poke you in both eyes'.
“Then he motioned that all the Jews
should get out of Rome and I told him, 'we're staying right here'.”
“And that was it?” they asked,
incredulous.
“No,” Jacob said, “then we showed
each other our lunches....”
This brings me to an important
distinction I want to make which has a profound bearing on “believing”.
Here's the distinction: Something
Happens AND then, We Say Something About What Happened. That's the distinction.
(I'll pause a moment while you think
about that and say, either out loud or to yourself: “Well, duh, of
course there is a difference between What Happens and What We Say About
It....So...?”)
Here's the “So”: What Happened in
that story about the Pope and the Tailor is that two men stood in the room,
made gestures to each other and then showed each other a piece of fruit and a
piece of bread. That's all the Cardinals saw. That's What Happened. But
then the Pope interpreted “What Happened” as the Tailor passing a complicated
theological test and the Tailor interpreted “What Happened” as cowering the
leader of world-wide Christianity into allowing the Jews to remain in Rome.
See what I mean yet?
For the Pope and the Tailor both,
What Happened became “what they said about it.” There was
NO distinction between the pantomime they carried out and their interpretations.
For both of them “What Happened” became “what they said about it.” The event
and the interpretations collapsed into each other so completely that each
walked away from the moment of their encounter 'believing' it WAS what they
“said about it”.
As far as I can tell, “belief”--at
least the 'final belief' Wallace Stevens suggested exists purely only through
of the distinction between the event and whatever it is we say about the event.
Lose the distinction and what we call 'belief' is hopelessly muddled in the
collapse of the events into the interpretations.
Another story: The popular
cosmologist, Carl Sagan was giving a lecture in an auditorium about the nature
of the Universe. During the question and answer period, a little old lady stood
up, fairly shaking with anger and said, “Dr. Sagan, you might believe what you
said about the Universe, but I know different. The earth isn't floating
out in some vast, endless space. The earth is resting on the back of an
enormous tortoise.”
Sagan, used to nay-sayers,
courteously asked the woman, “well, Madam, what does the tortoise rest on?”
She harrumphed and responded, “an
even more enormous tortoise!”
Sagan paused a moment and then asked,
“and what does that one rest on?”
The woman snorted at his ignorance.
“Dr. Sagan,” she said with pride, “don't traffic with me. It's tortoises all
the way down!”
Here's what I think, so far as
'belief' goes, it is 'interpretation' all the way down.
Something happens—a child born in a
city named Bethlehem under less than optimum circumstances over 2000 years ago.
That certainly happened. In spite of the joke about Paul Tillich, there seems
to be ample evidence from all that is know and agreed on, that a child named
Jesus was born. That is the event. That is What Happened. The rest, all the
rest, beloved, is what people have over 20 centuries Said About that birth. The
miraculous insemination, the understanding of poor Joseph, the difficulty of
the journey, the angels and the shepherds, the star and the Magi, the
scientifically difficult assertion that Jesus' mother was 'ever Virgin', the
barn and the creatures therein, even the little kid with his drum. Let's make a
distinction between What Happened and What Was Said About It, painful as that
distinction may be. Let's begin, at least, with this: the miracle and wonder of
a birth—any birth. That, in and of itself, is worthy of pondering and
acknowledging. A child was born. A son was given.
Birth is an event, a 'what happened'
that should, standing alone, be cause for celebration and gratitude and not a
few tears of joy. However, people have literally lost their lives over their
disagreement with or even questioning “What Has Been Said” about that
particular birth on that particular night in that particular year in that
particular place to those particular parents. C. H. Dodd, a great New Testament
scholar from the early to mid-part of the 20th Century, called the
whole thing “the scandal of particularity”.
Dodd, it seems to me, understood the
distinction between What Happened and What Was Said About It. He thought that
“Universal Salvation” wrapped in the particularity of a moment, an event so
odd, would be thought of as a 'fiction' by a multitude of people. He was
correct. Ogden Nash went further back into the fiction when he wrote:
How odd of
God,
To choose
the Jews.
But my point is simple. It is not
only alright, it is most likely a piece of 'salvation' to believe in a fiction,
so long as you can acknowledge, without losing faith, that it is a fiction
and you believe in it willingly.
After all, what is there to 'believe'
in but fiction. The danger comes when people forget it is a 'fiction' and
construe it as a Fact. That is the stuff of “separate but equal”, gender bias,
religious persecution, drowning of witches, lynchings, inquisitions, Red
Baiting, ethnic cleansing, Holy Wars, Holocausts.
Don't forget, I'm an English major. I've
read all the literary criticism anyone should ever read and I know there is “no
agreement” on Interpretation of Fiction. Ask a dozen so-called experts about
Joyce or Hemingway or Dickens or Shakespeare or Chaucer or Beowulf and you'll
get a remarkably wide variety of interpretations. It truly is 'interpretation
all the way down'. Imagine poor St. Paul, how he has been 'interpreted' over
the centuries to defend slavery, suppression of women, hatred of
homosexuals.... Paul, I believe, would
be both astonished and horrified to know that his writing (what happened with
his words) was so twisted and perverted and used for more than one evil. He was
just 'making stuff up' to tell these troublesome churches he had founded and
left behind. He was creating a body of 'fiction' for them to 'believe' in
willingly. And for all the centuries “what happened” in Corinth became
what the interpreters of Paul SAID it was. The 'distinction' was lost. 'What
happened' BECAME 'what we said about it.”
People who believe in a fiction
willingly don't have an issue with the fictions other people believe in. And
here's where the 'distinction' I suggested comes in powerfully--'believers' of
whatever ilk, believe in the collapse of What Happened with What We Said About
it. That's what they believe in and they also believe 'what they believe in' is
capital-T-True, to the exclusion of what everyone else believes in. So we have
a planet full of people believing 'their
fiction' is True while everyone else's fiction is, well...a fiction.
How much better off would the planet
be if everyone who 'believed' distinguished between What Happened and the
conversation their particular community has been having over the centuries
about What Happened. Sometimes, when I'm talking with someone, I'll make an
aside and say, “well, that's a different conversation.” What if, people of
faith, 'religious' people of all brands, when confronted with the Truth other
people believed in, said, “well, that's a different conversation,” rather than
saying, “They are Wrong and I am Right!” Can you begin to see the betterment of
the planet from that kind of distinction? What each of us believes in isn't THE
TRUTH. What each of us believe in is a conversation about What
Happened. And our conversation about What Happened isn't any more True or False
than the conversations people of other persuasions are having about What
Happened for them.
I'm belaboring this because I know
fair well that most 'believers' believe they believe in The Truth rather than a
fiction.
It's all fiction. It's all 'made up'.
It's all a conversation about What Happened.
This isn't just a Christian problem,
although Christians have done most of the damage along the way be believing
that what they believe is TRUE. We've seen in recent years the same failure to
distinguish between the event and the conversation by Muslims. But since I am a
Christian—since I believe willingly and passionately in the Christian
Fiction—let me not go pointing fingers at anyone who is having a conversation
different than the one I'm having about Jesus. It seems to me that the
conversation about Jesus is simply about a different conversation than the
conversation about Buddha or the one about Mohammad or the one about Moses or
the one about the Earth Goddess or the one about the remarkably varied gods of
Hindus or about the tribal gods of people in Africa or the gods of Native
Americans, the Aborigines people of Australia or the odd gods of the Norse or
the Greeks or the Irish or the British, for that matter, from the distant past.
I would hazard to say that all those
conversations are about the same Force, the same Being, the same Event: but
that would be imposing my 'fictional believe' on the beliefs and conversations
of others, so I shouldn't hazard that opinion.
There's been a lot of hatefulness and
mischief because of the various 'conversations' of the different Christian
denominations. And within each denomination, there is invariably more than one
conversation. In my particular 'tribe'--the Anglicans—there are a whole host of
competing conversations and each conversation-group believes their conversation
is the True one. The two major conversations across the spectrum of the
Christian Church are 'the Orthodox conversation' and 'the Progressive
conversation'. We used to call them Conservative and Liberal before those words
became so politicized. And before that, in the Episcopal Church, we had the
“High Church” and “Low Church” and “Broad Church” conversations—though, the
truth be known, none of the 'conversations' were civil enough to deserve being
called 'conversation' at all. Mostly it is about who can talk the loudest and
the longest. In the church, just as in personal relationships, most of what we
call 'listening to each other' is really just letting the other talk while you
plan what to say next.
Here's a final story to illustrate a
creative way of dealing with the reality that competing conversations are just
talking about different fictions.
Centuries ago a new Bishop came to
northern Scotland. He was told of a group of monks who lived on a distant
island who hadn't been visited by a bishop for several decades. So the Bishop
decided he should pay them a visit.
When his ship arrived, he was greeted
with great joy by the little community. The Bishop said to the monks, after the
introductions, “Let's say the Our Father together....” He started praying but
the monks were simply looking at each other in confusion.
“We don't know that prayer,” the
monks told him.
The Bishop was horrified and decided
to test them further.
“What are the four gospels?” he
asked.
“Mark, I think,” said one monk.
Another answered, “isn't John one,
your grace?”
But beyond that they could not go.
Exasperated that they knew the Creed
no better than the Lord's Prayer, the Bishop ordered them to get the Mass book
and he would preside at the Eucharist for them.
After much searching of the chapel,
the Missal could not be found.
The Bishop spent the day trying to
teach them the Creed and Lord's Prayer, rehearsing them on the books of the
Bible and, after sending back to the ship for his personal Missal, sharing the
sacrament with the little group.
He told them he would be back in
three months and during that time they needed to learn all he had told them to
study. When he returned he would decide whether they could continue to be a
monestary or not.
The Bishop's ship was several hundred
yards off the coast when one of the sailors called to him and pointed toward
land. The Bishop and all the crew were astonished to see the whole group of
monks running across the waves toward them.
When they arrived, the Bishop stood
on the deck of the ship and the monks stood on the water.
“Your Grace,” one of them said.
“We've already mixed up the words of that lovely prayer. Can you tell it to us
one more time?”
The Bishop stared at them for a long
time. “Never-mind about anything I told you,” he said, “just go back and
keeping doing whatever it is you've been doing.”
Would that the Church were so wise as
that long-ago bishop....
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