Signs of Fall
at St Peter’s, Leuven
No Beauty We Could Desire: Thoughts on Beauty and Faith
at St Peter’s, Leuven
I really love this old Nike commercial. So lovely. It makes me feel like flying. I’ve been using it as an illustration in class for a long time.
So here’s how I think about it. At the time when this commercial was made, Tiger Woods was universally recognized as the greatest golfer in the world, the perfect image (or embodiment, or instantiation) of the golf swing. When the other golfers in the line move in unison with him, they participate in that instantiation. They become participants in the essence of golf. The whole line of golfers is united in a great dance of golf.
Jesus is “the image of the invisible God” in whom all things have been created, so He is the perfect expression or speaking of all things. He unites the whole cosmos in a perfect dance. Because He is the one who speaks our true name, we find our real identity by moving in unison with Him. And He never steps out of the dance, never leave us to fall apart on our own. “In Him all things hold together.”
Once again I have had a conversation about sexual ethics that goes something like this.
Which makes me begin inwardly grinding my teeth in frustration. But by that point, the conversation is usually so emotionally charged that it’s difficult to make a clear argument.
So here’s the answer I ought to give at those moments. (I’m going to set aside for now the question of the extent to which any choice is ever free, and how the liberty of secondary causes interacts with God’s providential care. Save that for another time.)
First, yes, I have had a choice. Twice in my life I have been close to getting married, and each time I walked away because I became convinced that marriage would have been disobedient to God’s will. In each case, I was dating a man who was at best spiritually immature (in one case, perhaps not really a Christian at all). If I had been truly discerning and obedient, I wouldn’t have dated either of them in the first place, but I believed that I was in love, and yes, love can be blind. At least I saw the truth before I made the decision to get married. So yes, I had a choice – the same choice that confronts anyone for whom marriage would not be obedient. I could choose to obey or to disobey. I chose obedience, which is the same choice I ask other people to make.
Second, no, I haven’t had a choice. After those two early relationships, I fell seriously in love with a godly man, whom I wanted to marry. He didn’t want to marry me. That’s the nature of marriage: it needs to be chosen by two people, not just one. This is not a consumer decision, as if spouses could be ordered from a catalog to fit one’s timing and needs and desires. Most of the single people I know didn’t make a decision that they really, really wanted to be single. Singleness is the situation within which we find ourselves for a whole host of reasons, some of which have been under our control, some of which have not been; we’re called to be obedient within that situation. The Bible does not tell us that we only need to be chaste if we’re single by choice. Singleness that’s unchosen must still be obedient, and yes, like many single people of no-matter-what sexual orientation, I know about that.
Third, yes, I have had a choice. In the years since I wanted to be married, I have listened to God, and obeyed God, and come to a place of peace with God’s call on my life. I’ve been able by His grace to consent to the choice that God made for me, which is indeed a way of making a choice of my own. At this point in my life, I have come to be grateful that I didn’t get my way many years ago. I have surrendered. Again, this is the same choice I ask other people to make, though I recognize that it usually takes years and years to make it. Sometime the things we freely chose once are now the source of our pain, and sometimes the things we didn’t choose at all become the source of our blessing.
Fourth, since when are we only ethically responsible for situations that we’ve chosen? Most of life’s ethical challenges happen precisely in situations that no one would choose – situations of trial, of temptation, of pain, of hard choices. Should you be exempt from the commandment to be faithful to your spouse because his Alzheimer’s was not your choice? Should you be exempt from the commandment not to steal because your financial troubles were not your choice? Should you be exempt from the commandment not to kill because you didn’t choose to feel threatened or angry? Of course not. All of us are always dealing with a mix of things we have chosen and things we have not. God requires obedience in all of it.
When I saw R. Scott Clark’s blog posts about some recent Banner articles (here: http://goo.gl/AC204o and here: http://goo.gl/NEKoUi), I decided I had better get caught up. What I’ve discovered is a very discouraging fiasco. Why is it that confessional Reformed folks are so often entranced by liberalism? Why does the surrender of ethical and confessional standards look so appealing to people raised in the CRC?
I know something about trying to live out a Reformed identity without recognizing the normative value of our confessional tradition. Just over a year ago, I left the Presbyterian Church (USA), the denomination I had loved and served since 1987 and in which all my pastoral work has been exercised. The PCUSA has grown more liberal in many ways over the past decades, and it was becoming more and more difficult for me to remain a member of this denomination with integrity. In the summer of 2012, I transferred my ordination from the PCUSA to a new denomination, ECO: A Covenant Order of Evangelical Presbyterians. (Our website is here: http://eco-pres.org/.)
The PCUSA likes to think of itself as “a big tent,” in which a variety of theological approaches and moral views are accepted. The problem is that such “tolerance” only works for those who think that matters of theology and ethics are relative and contextual, in which case it makes perfect sense to be accepting of those with whom one disagrees. The only people who are not welcome in the big tent are those who reject a relative view of theology and ethics, who believe that the Bible and our Reformed confessions continue to speak authoritatively to questions of faith and practice and that the denomination should be held accountable to those standards. The relativists will say to such non-relativists, “Of course you’re welcome here, but you need to be as accepting of us as we are of you,” refusing to recognize that requiring non-relativists to become relativists isn’t really accepting their position on anything at all.
I was raised in the Christian Reformed Church and educated at Calvin College and Calvin Seminary. I became a member of the Calvin College faculty in 1999, and in 2003, when I became the college’s Dean of the Chapel (a position that no longer exists), I was ordained into the ministry of the CRC (while still retaining my Presbyterian ordination). I’m part of the CRC. But the current state of conversation in the CRC about theology, about cultural engagement, and specifically about sexual ethics exasperates me, because I hear us making the same mistakes that the PCUSA made before us.
Some of my friends in the CRC seem to think that this would be a good thing. They speak to me with wistful longing about the “freedom” of the PCUSA. This is a romantic vision that is unrelated to the truth. The PCUSA is not a place of freedom, but a place of chaos, lacking any clear direction, and losing members at an alarming rate. It is a denomination without a spiritual or theological center that is unequipped either to offer sustenance to its members or to proclaim the gospel to the world. There are faithful pastors and congregations within the PCUSA, many of whom are my dear friends, but they are working in a difficult mission field, and their situation should not be envied.
The CRC has resources in our confessional heritage to keep us from falling into this same situation. We need to regroup around them. As long as we insist on defining the Reformed tradition as nothing more than “engagement with culture” we are destined to end up following the PCUSA in its descent into irrelevance. The Reformed tradition is not simply a posture of engagement toward the world (which is what passes for the Kuyperian vision in many parts of the CRC). It is a theological and confessional tradition that has real, objective doctrinal and ethical content on which we must insist. The Banner should be a place where we read thoughtful articles about the meaning of that tradition, perhaps even articles that disagree with one another about exactly what our confessional commitment require of us. But there should be no place in The Banner for articles that simply call for discarding our theological tradition. Let people who advocate such positions publish in one of the PCUSA magazines instead.
I just bought a book of villanelles. I think it’s a fun form, and as I was reading a few I remembered that once, a long time ago, I tried writing one myself. Here it is The main image is shamelessly borrowed from T. S. Eliot, but then Eliot said that poets ought to steal, so he shouldn’t object. It isn’t a finished poem, but I think it’s a good beginning.
I stopped writing poetry when I came to teach at Calvin. Make of that what you will. One of my goals for the next few years is to start writing it again. Sharing a few efforts here might help me do that.
“Our gaze is submarine, our eyes look upward
And see the light that fractures through unquiet water.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
O Light Invisible, we glorify Thee!
T. S. Eliot, Choruses from “The Rock”
Our gaze is submarine. Our eyes look up
And see the fractured paths of blue and green.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
We live immersed in evidence of what
Exists beyond this underlit demesne
In which our gaze is submarine. Look up!
No one has seen the Father but the Son,
Our holy periscope to the unseen.
We see the light but see not whence it comes.
Light is reflected through all Light has done.
We are distracted by reflections’ sheen.
Our gaze is submarine. Our eyes look up,
As do a puppy’s, hoping for some crumbs
Beneath the table. We can’t see the feast.
We feed on light but see not whence it comes.
We kindle little lights to offer Love
And place them on an altar newly clean.
Our gaze still submarine, our eyes look up
And see the light, though still not whence it comes.
My transcript from Jon Stewart’s interview with Malala Yousafzai on October 8:
JS: “Where did your love for education come from?”
MY: “We are human beings, and this is part of our human nature, that we don’t learn the importance of anything until it’s snatched from our hands. And when in Pakistan, when we were stopped from going to school, at that time I realized that education is very important. And education is the power for women. And that’s why the terrorists are afraid of education. They do not want women to get education because then women would become more powerful.” . . . .
JS: “You spoke out publicly. What gave you the courage?”
MY: “You know, my father was a great encouragement for me, because he spoke out for women’s rights, he spoke out for girls’ education. And at that time I said that, why should I wait for someone else? Why should I be looking to the government, the army, that they would help us? Why don’t I raise my voice? Why don’t we speak up for our rights? The girls of Swat, they spoke up for their rights. . . . I raised my voice on every platform that I could. And I said I need to tell the world what is happening in Swat. And I need to tell the world that Swaat is suffering from terrorism, and we need to fight against terrorism.”
JS: “When did you realize the Taliban had made you a target?”
MY: “I just could not believe it. . . . I was not worried about myself that much; I was worried about my father. Because we thought that the Taliban are not that much cruel that they would kill a child, because I was 14 at that time. But then later on I started thinking about that, and I used to think that a Talib would come and he would just kill me. But then I said, If he comes, what would you do, Malala? Then I would reply myself that, Malala, just take a shoe and hit him. But then I said, If you hit a Talib with your shoe, then there would be no difference between you and the Talib. You must not treat others that much with cruelty and that much harshly. You must fight others but through peace and through dialogue and through education. Then I said, I’ll tell him how important education is, and that I even want education for your children as well. And I’ll tell him, That’s what I want to tell you, now do what you want.”
The video of the extended interview should soon be posted at TheDailyShow.com
And here’s Malala addressing the United Nations:
I’ve always been fascinated and appalled by this moment. And yet I do believe that Beauty is a mark of both the True and the Good. So why is this so obviously wrong?
Perhaps because the sort of beauty on offer is so shallow, so unrelated to the ontological beauty of allowing one’s truth and goodness to be perceptible.
Yet I’m afraid that what Glinda means by beauty is what most people mean by beauty. We all know what’s meant by the “beauty department” in a store or a “beauty magazine.” Does this mean that Glinda’s equation is what most people think when they’re told there’s a connection between the Beautiful, the True, and the Good? Scary, if true.
Today in my intro theology class, we looked at this passage from Julian of Norwich:
“And at this same time that I saw this bodily sight, our Lord showed me a spiritual sight of his homelike loving. I saw that he is all things good and comfortable to us for our help. He is our clothing, for love wraps us and winds around us, hugs us and teaches everything, hangs about us — for tender love — so that he may never leave us . . . .
And in this he showed me a little thing, the quantity of a hozelnut, lying in the palm of my had, and to my understanding it was round as any ball. I looked upon it and thought: What may this be? And I was answered generally this way: It is all that is made. I marveled how it might last, for I thought it might fall into nothing because of its littleness. And I was answered in my understanding: It lasts and always shall, for God loves it; and so all things have being through the love of God.”
Entering into Sabbath Rest: Not an Eternal Nap
I spoke in chapel this past Monday as part of a series on the Ten Commandments. The video is now posted in the sermon section of this blog. The first 6 or 7 minutes are of the chapel filling and people gathering; fast forwarding is recommended!