Thursday, December 1, 2011

The First Call of the First-Called























In honor of the Feast of St. Andrew, Nov. 30th, Pan-Ecclesial
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He talks about a road like it's a thing
That I can straighten.  And listening
To his voice in this wilderness of red
And white and blue, I know it's true.
I sensed no fear in anything he said,
From children to the sister of the King;
Still preaching when a platter bore his head.
He made the headline on a paper read
By breakfasters in slippers with grey hair.
The better half of them just don't care
About a thing they saw on an internet page.
And yet he asks me why the heathen rage.

The rulers of the earth have set themselves
Against somebody whom I've never seen.
And learning all their tales would cover shelves
Of boring research just to figure out
What all the deaths and wars are all about.
Are pulpits with Republican messiahs
Or holy icons of Obama our last hope?
Perhaps we need a good ol' Texan Pope.
Absit!  I know too well just what they mean
When rhetoricians talk about their thing:
The seven sins are old as Augustine,
And ever He mocks our vain imagining.

In life's race forerunning fast as sand-worms,
Fed on bugs and what comes out of bees,
Aesthete ascetic baptist, bawdy, bearded,
And voted most unlikely to succeed,
He drew me.  I became his first disciple.
I helped him dunk his victims in the deep.
And when the one with overworthy sandals
Arrived on Jordan's banks, sun streaming down,
I knew who I was ever meant to follow.
The Voice from heaven left me on a knee.
The waters rippled, and my doubts grew hollow:
"Beloved Son, I have begotten Thee."

Monday, November 28, 2011

Letter from a Thousand Years

Dear Future,

Enclosed is all you will ever need to know.  Please learn it and use it wisely.

Sincerely,
The Middle Ages
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Apologies for my absence, bloggers, but I've been time traveling.

Thursday, October 13, 2011

At Ninus' Tomb

"Here he lies, full bathed in red,
A sword to cut the slender thread.
The one to whom through stone I spoke
The very same my heart who broke
When cruelly did the fates decree
A lion's mouth to take from me."

She says who braved the walk alone
To the spot, a night when no moon shone,
Agreed upon a fortnight hence
As converse held they through the fence,
Or wall, more proper, by a crack-
He'd call to her, she'd whisper back.

"Sweet Thisbe! Oh
That I might see
Thine eyes alight,
Mercuric fired,
Smile so slight,
And how thou stand'st,
And how attired."

"My love, though
From my vision 'scured,
I pray eternally be kept
My promise, living,
And my word,
Lest Death, oath giving
Thee accept."

This life not large enough for we,
Exchanging more than pleasantry,
Pass words alone through granite apse,
Lest love should make the wall collapse.
She yearns to hear his heart, and so
She bids him tell her 'ere he go.

A promise and a poem prepared
He'd brought; she asked, he likewise shared.
The one, to meet in fourteen days;
The other, "Let me count the ways."
A doom outside the city walls,
Where his sweet verse she now recalls:

"O hapless wall!
Why bring us apart?
And yet I leave with thee
All my heart.
Till dawn breaks again,
And I with it..."

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Solving Exegetical Problems in Gregory of Nyssa's "Life of Moses"

St. Gregory of Nyssa’s contemplative treatise The Life of Moses was well-known to me even before I read it for the first time, because I had heard it referred to in both academic and non-academic circles, quoted in Sunday homilies, alluded to in philosophical debates, and listed in anthologies of patristic literature.  The reasons for such universal regard for the work became more and more apparent with each chapter.  It expositionally develops a well-known area of Old Testament scripture and keenly balances Greek philosophy with thoroughly Orthodox theology, while at the same time revealing a mysticism both revolutionary and deeply personal.  As expected in such a comprehensive exegesis, much of Gregory’s interpretation relies heavily on spiritual, or allegorical, interpretation.  In some cases, he provides such interpretations simply as options which can be beneficial for the Christian spiritual journey.  However, in the case of some of these spiritual interpretations, he finds it necessary to contend that a literal interpretation would involve the imputation of wrongdoing onto the Almighty.
Normally, this would be easy to pass over as the overemphasis of a rather narrow-minded church father, while keeping an open mind to allowing for competing interpretations by other equally authoritative figures in other contexts.  However, several of the sections from The Life of Moses where Gregory insisted on spiritual interpretation were important in a contemporary sense because they stuck out as the sorts of Bible passages touted today by enemies of the Christian faith seeking to “expose the great evils of the Bible” and “show Christianity’s true colors.”  Most remarkably, Gregory often seemed to be in agreement with these criticisms, abandoning all narrative sense in favor of an intangible allegory which seemed to take no account of the text on its own historical terms.  Hence, it is important to address a question which is twofold: first, what is to be done with the troublesome passages in the Torah, and is Gregory right to insist on solely allegorical interpretations?  Second, does Gregory’s overall purpose in The Life of Moses provide any clues as to why he remains so committed to spiritual interpretations?
The first question must be answered generally, by a Christian on a personal level, to Christians in general.  Anybody who has read the Bible, provided he does not just skip over troublesome details, has come upon plenty of “rough spots” which are hard to work out on one’s own.  Numerous examples could be provided, but any single one could make the point: sometimes our God-given, internal notions of justice and fairness do not mesh with the account of God’s justice provided in the Old Testament.  What is the Christian to believe in such a situation?  Take, for example, Gregory’s complaint against the Angel of Death wiping out the Egyptian firstborn in Exodus 12: “If  [the Egyptian infant] now pays the penalty of his father’s wickedness, where is justice?  Where is piety?  Where is holiness?  Where is Ezekiel, who cries, ‘The man who has sinned is the man who must die’ and ‘A son is not to suffer for the sins of his father’?  How can the history (ἱστορία) so contradict reason?  Therefore, as we look for the true spiritual meaning…” (Gregory, 57).  Gregory, as previously mentioned, is quick to reject the ἱστορία as “history” and instead treats it as an allegorical “story.”  Is this our only option in such a passage?
Philosophically, there are of course several logical explanations.  One could take any number of positions not prohibited by traditional church doctrine, and many have even taken positions which are.  Perhaps, for example, God foreknew the infants’ uninstantiated yet logically necessary potential future actions, and based his actions on that knowledge.  Maybe the infants, whose eternal fate is a mystery, were better off with their lives cut short.  Or possibly the Angel of Death is a symbol for the Egyptians’ own child sacrifice rituals which they sinfully performed of their own free will.  All these are logically possible, and indeed, have been posited as solutions of this dilemma.  Yet none of these appeals need to be made!  These are discussions either for pedants or for great saints and theologians.  Let us not presume.  Our role as Christians is primarily to know what we believe, not about the great mysteries of the faith, but about its basic tenets.  One categorically precedes the other.  It has always struck me as ridiculous when these problems are presented as defeaters for the Christian worldview.  Place such an argument in propositional form, and you will see why I am so amused: “You claim that the Bible is God’s Word, yet here it reveals God to be a vile criminal!  Why would God impugn Himself?”  Why indeed!  The solution “we must have something wrong” immediately becomes equally probable as “this must not be sacred scripture,” and thus the objection defeats itself, and simultaneously highlights an important and rather humorous heuristic for the reader of scripture: the Bible cannot argue away God.  When it begins to, you are reading it wrong.  And after that is understood, whether a spiritual interpretation is required, or some other explanation will do equally well, you will be getting on far more efficiently than you were.  So much for the question of what we as Christians are to do with these troublesome passages.
The next question which must be addressed is how to best understand Gregory’s treatment of the Exodus passages as primarily spiritual.  To continue with our example of the tenth plague, it is rather distressing that Gregory underemphasizes the plague’s actual historicity: “How would a concept worthy of God be preserved in the description of what happened if one looked only to the history?” (Gregory, 56).  In fact, in the context of all he says about the injustice of the plague, it is reasonable to assume that if he believes God is just (which he obviously does), God could not have done this and the plague must not be historical.  At this point I can feel a polemic about proper Biblical exegesis rising in my throat.
However, it may be helpful to look at this passage and the others like it in context of the whole Life and start to understand Gregory on his own terms.  We should ask ourselves if this great Cappadocian father has really blundered into the unthinkable hermeneutic we are foisting upon him: “If an Old Testament act of God seems unjust, it must not have truly happened.”  Did Gregory really believe that?  Well, a brief foray into the study of genre may be helpful to determine Gregory’s train of thought in his seeming overemphasis of allegorical interpretation in this work.  Stephen E. Fowl, in his book The Theological Interpretation of Scripture, explains: “The Life of Moses is exegetical, following the narrative portions of Exodus in the Septuagint, but it is not a commentary.  It is, rather, a bios, a well-defined classical genre…which characteristically held up the life of its subject as a moral example” (Fowl, 104).  Fowl goes on to explain that a bios, or biography (though the modern terminology is mildly inappropriate), is designed to place every event in its subject’s life on a pedestal, mining each detail for meta-historical significance and didactic edification of the reader.  Hence, the abundance of spiritual interpretations in the Life is justifiable if it is understood that the work’s genre calls for such an emphasis.
Why, then, did Gregory consider it necessary to argue for his use of allegory through arguments about justice and God’s nature, when those arguments seem to have side effect of debunking the true historicity of the work?  Well, it was certainly not because Gregory purposed to discredit the timeless story of Moses the Lawgiver.  In fact, there would be no reason to write a bios if the events of the subject’s life had never taken place.  The truth of Gregory’s purpose takes us with the author, one level deeper into the text, to see from his perspective.  Gregory did not mean to make dogmatic assertions about the mysteries of divine decision-making.  All he wanted to do, given the morally instructive purpose of the work, was to affirm the conscience of the reader which welled up in rejection at the death of innocents.  Gregory means to reassure, to say “Your revulsion is appropriate.  To lose that moral revulsion would be to lose your humanity.  Yet,” he silently adds when we read between the lines, “your revulsion may not extend to the Divine Person.  His thoughts are not our thoughts, and His ways are not our ways.  All that he does is a mystery.”
We can already see this perspective in his description of God as λαμπρός γνόφος, or “luminous darkness,” impenetrable by human contemplation, yet the very source of our ability to contemplate.  To put it rather ironically, it is God who gives us, through free will and the power of the intellect, the ability to doubt and accuse Him.  Were he only λαμπρός, the illuminated intellect would crowd out all faith, and were he only γνόφος, there would be no other minds.  Gregory of Nyssa, the great Cappadocian master, made room for both in his mystical theology and scriptural interpretation.  I see no reason why we cannot follow suit as we attempt to understand his teaching.
I recommend reading this short work to any who are seeking to achieve righteousness through both contemplation of the mysteries of godliness and emulation of a holy man of faith.

Sunday, October 2, 2011

The Murder of the Incarnation

Asleep, an ant in a cockle shell
Slowly lets the briny rocking
Alabaster cradle
Send him dreamwards.

I have to crush him; bugs
Aren't allowed in my house.
Let this be a lesson
To the rest of you.

A god of justice, walking tall
To tend the golden ratios
Of his window-boxes;
Drink winedark power, holy mighty–

You've got the whole world in your hands.

The broken body of the ant,
Recipient of my heart's desire–
Crush.  Break.  Kill.
Is but a symptom.

If my crushing thumb could touch
The brothers and the sisters,
A God of Justice, looking down
Would yet sleep in his shell beneath it.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

Origen on Free Will and Prayer

It seemed like a very uncanny coincidence as I was reading Origen’s treatise On Prayer that no more than a week ago I was having a conversation with a believing friend of mine about prayer and why it is important.  She mentioned that prayer was a topic that confused her terribly.  Fortunately, this had not led her to give it up, but in her own words, she often “prayed resolutely but blindly; asking that God’s will would be done in the whole world, whatever it may be.”  Still, though, she couldn’t get past the question of God’s foreknowledge and foreordination, and I felt that she was being limited, like so many in our world today, by her incomplete understanding of the philosophical context of prayer’s efficacy.  It had seemed a further coincidence at the time she mentioned this to me because I had just finished reading C. S. Lewis’s Letters to Malcolm: Chiefly on Prayer, which adeptly deals with the very same topic (in a way only Lewis can).  Pondering these many coincidences, it struck me that this question cannot be one that only turns up now and again in a Christian’s mind; any Christian who prays often wants to ask the question why pray?.  Along with this question come assumptions about the nature of the spiritual, some of which need to be discarded, and others which may need to be expanded.  I was certainly surprised to find that such an early and often controversial writer as Origen, though his solutions did not explore every permutation of the question, bore the earmarks of orthodoxy and clarity throughout.

The question appears in Origen’s treatise On Prayer in section B of the Introduction, entitled “Objections to Prayer” in Greer’s translation.  I will briefly outline his discussion as it appears in the treatise:

  • Some say we ought not to pray.
    • Some of these are atheists.
    • Some are "impious men" who believe in God.
  • Those who believe in God's providence, but whose belief is twisted to overemphasize it, argue as follows:
    • God knows all, and therefore prayer cannot change the future.
    • God is wiser than men, and therefore prayer is unnecessary because it will never be done wisely enough.
    • God foreordains all, and therefore prayer is not efficacious; only God is efficacious.
    • The elect will receive all they have been elected to, regardless of prayer.
    • Prayers for salvation are unnecessary, because salvation is a thing predetermined.  God's dispensation never changes through prayer.
  • Origen counter-argues:
    • Things are caused in different ways, whether“externally” (inanimate objects), “out of” themselves (plants), “from”themselves (animals), and “through” themselves (rational creatures).
    • Free will (or rather, self-caused action) is self-evident (this argument is rather weak, but is unnecessary to his conclusion).
    • Each free choice we make, including the choice to pray, is foreknown by God, and he foreordains with this knowledge taken into account.
    • Therefore, prayer is efficacious "from" ourselves and "through" God (he seems to be saying, though not explicitly).
    • Christians should feel free to pray both for those who seem to have free will (i.e., people and angels) and those who seem not to (i.e., the weather).
Origen’s treatise is certainly not the earliest to deny a deterministic perspective in favor of the orthodox principle of free will−many Greek philosophers had held this perspective−however, his enumeration of the argument to include God’s action based on foreknowledge of free actions is certainly among the earliest formulations of an argument which strengthened this church doctrine.  Surprisingly enough, nobody who has ever asked me this question about the reason for prayer has ever read this argument in any form, nor has it ever occurred to them spontaneously.  Too bad, because vastly more important than the argument’s place in the philosophical dialectic are its implications for the Christian’s practical prayer life.

Origen includes in his treatise three entire sections on practicalities in prayer: one on physical postures and rituals, one on the Lord’s exemplary prayer, and one on the appropriate spiritual thoughts which should coincide with prayer.  However, I feel that Origen’s brief disputational apologetic is even more useful than any of these.  In my personal experience, whether asking for physical goods for myself or others in supplication, exposing my sins in confession, or seeking the wisdom of God in contemplation, prayer is made difficult by my broken human will and its lack of control over the spirit.  Philosophical questions about prayer only serve to compound these difficulties.  A few examples: I am praying for the salvation of a friend, but allow my flawed human conception of election to cause despair at his ever accepting the gospel.  Or, if times are hard and prayer has not seemed to change my circumstances, I become angry with God for commanding me to pray when clearly my efforts are in vain.  Even more chilling, at other times, is the sudden sense that as I pray I am truly alone; an idiot flapping his jaw in an empty room.  Origen, as if exclusively for the benefit of me and my doubts, propounds this argument to destroy the effects of bad theology, the impatience of carnal Christians like myself, and the fears brought on by modern naturalism.  He makes much of God’s gift, human freedom, pointing out its massive significance and import, and thereby bringing a gravity to life and a victory to prayer.  The importance of “praying as we ought” is immediately visible, even before he begins to expound on it in the next chapter.  In this context, he upholds God’s command as rational and His presence as realistic.

Even as I recommended Origen’s treatise on prayer to my friend, I reflected on how its clarity and conciseness would bolster my own prayer life.  To feel synergia, the union of deific and human will, as it occurs, to daily claim its operation for myself, is an ethical revolution.  God’s voice through Origen’s about the apostle Paul begged me to insert my own name: “I know what will happen and how strenuously [Andrew] will strive for true religion.  Therefore…I will choose him and will supply him at the moment of his birth with powers that cooperate for the salvation of men…” (Origen, 96).  A worldview of freedom used rightly is so full of color and life.  We truly live a prayer and create a work of art as we exist.  A far cry from the life of a robotic drone suggested by the impious men Origen argues against (and who still exist in our time), the life of free will is its own apologetic for God’s own free choice to create us thus.

Wednesday, September 21, 2011

New Blog

I'm starting up a new blog, the purpose of which is to 1) provide graduate students and hopefuls with some inside information which can help them get started and 2) to provide current graduate students with little-known information I've picked up along my way which I wished I could've found on the internet beforehand.

It's called "NSFU" and the link is here.

Enjoy, if it's the sort of thing you care about.

--S.O.S. Webmaster

Thursday, September 15, 2011

“Make his paths straight”: The Lost Call to Poverty in the 21st Century

Modern society, not only Western but everywhere that civilization has become thoroughly modernized, the common citizen turns his gaze inward to observe his own style of life, possessions, thoughts, priorities, interactions, and mores, and finds a complete lack of asceticism.  The culture is utterly bankrupt of any notion of self-denial, silence, purification, and community, and the very idea of a monk has become ridiculous.  Materialism, that new god of green and silver born from the incestuous union of insatiable greed and fear of poverty, has set up his throne in every place, from Wall Street to the Ivy League, and even, to some extent, within the church herself.  More than ever, humanity needs the austere renunciations, the bold proclamations, the servile self-humiliation of the Desert Fathers.  Christ’s people need to hear the voice of one crying in the wilderness: “Prepare the way of the Lord: make his paths straight.”  Drowning in our never-ending quest for more goods and possessions, the human race in this 21st century has blinded itself to treasure in heaven.  The cure is the admonition of St. Paphnutius: “With renunciation we can reach perfection.  Bound to worldly riches we are visited with everlasting death."

Why does Paphnutius, according to John Cassian’s Conferences, refer to worldly riches as death?  Don’t riches allow for the opposite of death in almost every way- rejuvenating health through medical care, safeguarding against crime through law and security, and protecting from such detriments as hunger, exposure, and discomfort?  Indeed they do.  We have all at some stressful moment in our lives mused, “how infuriating that all these irksome little problems could be wiped away with judicious application of a mere million dollars.”  The compiling bills faced month-to-month, the poor unhelped due to a struggling economy, the studies foregone for lack of funding- all these would vanish if the green pieces of paper flowed freely in our control.  What else, though, would vanish?  What else would become obsolete?  Hard work would no longer be necessary; that same hard work that St. Paul exhorted the Thessalonians to do “quietly and thereby earn their own living.”  Reliance upon God to fulfill our every need “according to His riches in Christ Jesus” (Philippians 4:19) would no longer be necessary; why trust a God we cannot see when we can trust in Benjamin Franklin, who we can?  Also, the denial of self and quiet security of poverty could never be ours.  In other words, riches in themselves, or lack thereof, are not the yardstick of perfection.  “More exalted and more valuable,” says Paphnutius, “is the asceticism of the heart.”

For the edification of St. John Cassian and our own, Paphnutius delineates between three kinds of riches: one which it is always wrong to have, one which can be either wrong or right, and one which is always right.  The scriptures speak of all three, so he follows suit.  One is evil, and to the possessors of these the Lord says “Woe to you, the rich.”  It can be assumed that among these are ill-gotten gain, hoards, blood money, and other tainted currency.  A 4th century Anchorite monk named Abraham told his niece Maria, whom he had redeemed out of prostitution, to “leave behind [her money and possessions], for it came from evil. " The love of evil riches is the root of all kinds of evil (I Timothy 6:10).  Another type, the neutral riches, are acceptable if used rightly, but abstained from by the monks lest they “put their hope in the uncertainty of riches” (I Timothy 6:17).  Finally, riches praised by the Psalmist and St. John the Theologian are classified as “good riches” and are indeed described by him as necessary to salvation!  A fitting parable which springs to mind for this good sort of riches is from the very end of Frank Capra’s beloved film It’s a Wonderful Life.  The story concludes with the bedraggled George Bailey, deep in monetary troubles, yet having just learned that the importance of money pales in comparison with the joy of friends, children, and a warm community.  After seemingly everyone in town bands together to donate to his cause, his guardian angel leaves him a note in his worn-out copy of Tom Sawyer which reads, “Dear George: remember, no man is a failure who has friends.”  The wealth of money which George compiled through his neighbors’ generosity was weightless in the balance with his wealth of ἀγάπη, which Paphnutius is quite right in calling a prerequisite to salvation.  After all, the greatest commandment is twofold: to love God and to love one’s neighbor.  And as an old Russian proverb states, “Blessed be he with a thousand rubles, but more blessed he with a thousand friends.”

Sometimes it seems that the 21st century is only concerned with the first riches Paphnutius mentions, the evil kind of riches.  These are the riches which keep us safe and comfortable, building habits within us which turn comfort into a virtue.  They are the riches we gather greedily and clutch in both fists because we are afraid of the uncertain future of poverty.  These riches and the security they bring are our defense as to who we stepped on to obtain them, and this inordinate love of money causes all kinds of evil.  We ought, as Abba Isaiah counsels, to “detest comfort and train ourselves in hardship.”  We ought to let God be concerned with the future, but we have no faith.  We ought to forego paper and coins for the currency of heaven and thereby “make his paths straight”: that is, live our lives in virtue rather than vice.  I am a child of the 21st century.  The call to poverty of heart starts with me.

Wednesday, September 7, 2011

Water in the Air

I've heard it said there's water in the air,
Though for my life I've never once beheld it.
If it were true there's water everywhere,
You'd think I would've tasted, felt, or smelled it.

I told Professor Sartre once before,
And I'd be glad to tell him once again:
Aether, paper knives, love's inner war...
Toutes vos croyances stupides, elles sont tiennes.

This morning when I looked around for love,
And opened up my door to ask it in,
A rainstorm fell.  A deluge from above
Embraced me whole and soaked me to the skin.

Now trapped inside, my daydreams travel West
As only books unfetter them to do
To hearths and homes that I remember best
To fire, perched and chirping: yes, you too.

For now I know there's water in the air,
A metaphor for love that's literal;
No hemisphere division's burning prayer,
But transcendentally comissural.

Thursday, August 25, 2011

MISSIVE TO THE FLEET

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