Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts
Showing posts with label religion. Show all posts

Saturday, January 20, 2024

I was reading...

Here is another post from the Multiply days.  This one is from 2010 and still relevant, perhaps ever more relevant as things continue to get weirder.  I pray that I will be like the seven brothers and like Eleazer who scorned to take refuge in subterfuge but boldly defied the evils of his day.

 

The Maccabees are two interesting books--really a pity more people aren't actually acquainted with those books outside the Protestant canon that were part of the old canon....but then again, it's also sad that more people are not even acquainted with the "usual" books of the Bible, and I digress.  The point of this was to talk about II Maccabees.


The book is addresses to the Jews of Alexandria as an abbreviated history of the events it describes.  But at the very beginning it has this beautiful blessing written: "May God prosper you, remembering his covenant with Abraham, Isaac and Jacob, his faithful servants.  May he give you all a heart to worship him and to do his will with a generous mind and a willing spirit.  May he open your hearts to his Law and his precepts, and give you peace.  May he hear your prayers and be reconciled with you, and not abandon you in time of evil."(iiMac.1:2-6)
I had been going to share that a few evenings ago, but said "tomorrow," which didn't happen.  So it is this evening that I again thought, "tomorrow," but decided to go ahead and write tonight.
It is some chapters later into the history of this particular time.  The treasurer was envious of Onias the godly high-priest and exaggerated how much money was in the treasury to the king, who sent Heliodorus to collect the money.  Onias protested against this and made it clear that the money was for the orphans and widows and they could not break the trust of those who had placed the money there.  Onias and the priests then pray to God and Jerusalem follows their example.  Heliodorus is prevented by a miraculous apparition from looting the temple treasury.  His followers ask Onias to pray for Heliodorus life, which he does, and the glory is given to God. 
Time passes and Onias has been displaced by his brother Jason a hellenizer, who in turn was deposed by someone even worse.  People have taken to following pagan practices even on the temple ground. Jason attacks his successor in ch. 5 and is repulsed but when the king hears, he figures Judea is in revolt and attacks Jerusalem killing indiscriminately the inhabitants and even penetrating the temple and "with his unclean hands he seized the sacred vessels;...Antiochus, so much above himself, did not realize that the Lord was angry for the moment at the sins of the inhabitants of the city, hence his unconcern for the Holy Place....the Lord had not chosen the people for the sake of the place, but the place for the sake of the people;" That really struck me.  The temple was set aside for the sake of the people--a place to present sacrifices and worship God....How often do we act as though the church building is more sacred than the church itself?  We don't want to profane the church (referring to the building) but it's fine to tear down the Church (the body of Christ) by our actions and words....?  It is we humans who were chosen, the buildings and places are secondary.
The book continues.  Abominations are carried on within the temple grounds and Jews are being forced into pagan practices, being killed for noncompliance.  There is this old man Eleazar, though, who spits out pig's flesh that was forced between his teeth.  "Those in charge of the impious banquet, because their long-standing friendship with him, took him aside and privately urged him to have meat brought of a kind he could properly use, prepared by himself, and only pretend to eat the portions of the sacrificial meat as prescribed by the king;" Eleazar could escape death this way, but he refused because the example it would set for others.  People would think he had conformed and might be led astray, and he would much rather die a positive example, "of how to make a good death, eagerly and generously, for the venerable and holy laws."  His companions then turn on him and bludgeon him to death and his dying words: "Th Lord whose knowledge is holy sees clearly that, though I might have escaped death, whatever agonies of body I now endure under this bludgeoning, in my soul I am glad to suffer, because of the awe which he inspires in me."
The next chapter tells of a mother and her seven sons who are tortured for their  faith but likewise remain resolute. When the third son was asked for his tongue after the first two have already been tortured and killed he makes the statement, "It was heaven that gave me these limbs; for the sake of his laws I disdain them; from him I hope to receive them again."  It continues until the youngest.  Antiochus asks the mother to encourage her son to relent.  She has been forced to witness the deaths of her other six sons but she still holds to the faith. "My son, have pity on me; I carried you nine months in my womb and suckled you three years, fed and reared you to the age you are now (and cherished you). I implore you, my child, observe heaven and earth, consider all that is in them, and acknowledge that God made them out of what did not exist, and that mankind comes into being the same way.  Do not fear this executioner, but prove yourself worthy of your brothers, and make death welcome, so that in the day of mercy I may receive you back in your brothers' company."  and the son says, "What are you waiting for? I will not comply with the king's ordinance; I obey the ordinance of the Law given to our ancestors through Moses.  As for you, sir, who have contrived every kind of evil against the Hebrews, you will certainly not escape the hands of God.  We are suffering for our own sins; and if, to punish and discipline us, our living Lord vents his wrath upon us, he will yet be reconciled with his own servants."


They were faithful.  They took on themselves, in a way, the guilt of the people and willingly accepted death.  Could these stories have encouraged the early church who suffered persecution similarly?
I don't want stuff like that to happen, but I do wonder, how would I respond?  Would I take the chance to live that was offered to Eleazar?  or would I scorn to make use of that sort of subterfuge and accept death willingly for the sake of my fellow people and my convictions and remaining faithful to my God?

Thursday, October 5, 2023

Just wondering. . .

(Another old post from the Multiply days, but the initial question is one I still ponder from time to time.  Now, though, I realize that a big part of the problem is interpretation and authority.  We need the Church to guide us in that reading of scripture and living out its precepts.)

 

 What if all follower's of Christ read the Bible and sincerely tried to live out its precepts?  


I read 1 Peter on the bus today and different verses just really stood out like: "[Have] your conversation honest among the Gentiles: that, whereas they speak against you as evildoers, they may by your good works, which they shall behold, glorify God in the day of visitation."  Sometimes it is difficult to distinguish between some labeled Christians and labeled others in ordinary conversation. In simpler terms, I am sometimes a bit shocked by the amount of profanity and vulgarity of some who profess to be Christians. 
"Honour all men. Love the brotherhood. Fear God. Honour the king."  What if we did make a regular practice of honoring everyone else?  Showing God's love? Loving our fellow Christians? wow, that would be amazing.  Gossip wouldn't go far. What about giving God the proper reverence and honour? I think that would create in me a greater love for the rest of humanity, also.  I wouldn't think so much about little personal sacrifices as I would His glory.
What if we gave authorities the respect due to them? "Servants, be subject to your masters with all fear; not only to the good and gentle, but also to the froward."  You people, respectfully obey your authorities even if you think they are unnecessarily mean and harsh.  That would be pretty amazing.
Look at our example, Jesus Christ, himself: "Who, when He was reviled, reviled not again; when He suffered, He threatened not; but committed Himself to Him that judgeth righteously:"
We are to bless, not to return evil for evil "but overcome evil with good"
So if we suffer, Christ suffered before us. We have no cause to be ashamed when we suffer though not guilty.
Part of all this is humility. I could use some more of that. 
"the God of all grace, who hath called us unto His eternal glory by Jesus Christ, after that ye have suffered a while, make you perfect, stablish, strengthen, settle you.  To Him be glory and dominion forever. Amen."

Thursday, September 21, 2023

Is it akin to Nostalgia?

What is it, when you find yourself in a place unfamiliar yet it feels like home? It is as though one was to go to the other side of the world and discover a path that feels oddly familiar, like you had been there before somehow, perhaps in a dream. It is like hearing a song of which you know the tune before you ever heard it.


The first time I remember this sort of experience was when I attended mass for the first time. From the first moment of walking in I noticed an utter difference to what was familiar in “going to church”. It was quiet. There was an awe-inspiring austerity and beauty. 

Instead of painted walls and industrial lights in a building that used to be a wellness center there were cinder-block walls, stained glass windows, and great wooden beams to a pointed wooden ceiling for a building built for the worship of God. Instead of a band around a stage with the drums center back was a place for the altar and a crucifix in the center back. Where the drums had been flanked by guitarists and bassist and fiddle off to the left, the crucifix was flanked by statues of the Virgin Mary and Joseph the Carpenter. Off to the left was a tall, small wooden table on which was a round metal case with a cross up top; the cross being the only visible part usually, as it was covered with a cloth. Instead of a long time of singing, a little scripture, and a long sermon, that might also be a long prayer service with lots of singing, was a structured service of prayer and scripture with a short sermon and the focal point obviously being Holy Communion.

Almost none of the songs were familiar, and yet, when the psalm was being chanted (as it was that first mass), it just fit. That first time, I don’t know that there was any choir or organ, but when I did become aware of it, I noticed that the choir loft was out of sight up and behind the congregation. This instantly made sense to me, to have the choir out of sight. The notes of the organ hovered above us inviting us to join in the song, but the eyes were left free to contemplate our crucified Lord.

I mentioned the quiet. People would talk about church being a house of prayer, I remember being prayed over to receive the Holy Spirit in a prayer meeting. The person praying was obviously trying to effect something, but it felt hollow. A friend of mine spoke in tongues at one such event. It was a common occurrence to hear the babble of tongues whether during “praise & worship” or during a prayer event. In contrast, when I walked into St. Catherine’s for the first time and it was quiet, it was obviously an actual house of prayer.

There was also this sense of questions being answered without words. The praise team up front had been a familiar feature of churches that I attended while growing up, but when I was asked at the previous place about playing my instrument with them, it suddenly seemed very questionable. Why were they up front? Why did they often seem to overshadow the preacher in a way? They might leave when he was preaching, but the instruments would remain in place; the drum kit in the center particularly stood out. The comparison between a concert and “Sunday morning worship” was too apt. So, when we went to St. Catherine’s and the organist and choir were all hidden away, it just seemed so obviously right. Here, the choir was serving as an aid to something higher and more important than themselves. Whether the individuals were personally modest or not is irrelevant, the placement of the choir was modest.

One would have to verbally ask and get a response to know what was the focus of the congregation in the former wellness center. As soon as I walked into St. Catherine’s, the crucifix proclaimed this central mystery of the gospel in one striking image—the incarnation and suffering of God. I would learn the messages of the windows later.

Going to mass was like nothing I had ever experienced, and yet I knew that it was good to be here, that it, in a manner of speaking, felt like home.

I am more accustomed to feeling like a “stranger in a strange land” wherever I am. Even so, when I go to mass, now more than ever, I know that in point of fact I am home; I am am where heaven and earth meet in the sacrifice of Christ. I am in the midst of the communion of saints adoring our Eucharistic Lord.

Sunday, June 9, 2019

Led by a spirit

"..., but he had no principles that were not common to others, if not to all; for others believed in the direct teaching of the Spirit, and these mistook their feelings for the effects of the Spirit, and their transient thoughts for emanations from the Spirit; and being thus enlightened according to their leisure and to the encouragement they gave to their thoughts and fancies, they could frequently see farther than other people into the Scriptures and the will of God, or fancied they could;..."
 How is it that so many people, claiming to be led by the Holy Spirit, claiming to follow Jesus, wind up going so many different directions? The above quote is from a book that was written about Matthias and his “Kingdom of Zion” that he tried to set up in the early nineteenth century. He was able to attach himself to a Bible study group who accepted him first as a prophet and then as ruler.
How is it possible for sincere people, involved in Bible study and prayer, to develop the idea that heaven and hell only really exist here on earth and the idea that souls go to another body when the people die, consequently your spirit match is of greater importance than your legal marriage?
Now, to be fair to the folks in the Kingdom of Zion, people today do many of the same things excusing their behavior on God’s will. We still interpret things idiosyncratically, and we still tend to rely on personal interpretation or whatever preacher/teacher we respect to tell us what scripture means (all while saying that it is just scripture). They had spirit matches, we have soul mates and incompatibility. Plus ça change…

Robert Matthews (Matthias actual name) denied Jesus functionally. He claimed to be the Spirit of Truth, having the spirit of Jesus and Matthias the apostle in himself and speaking on behalf of the Father while claiming the title of Father for himself and Mother for his “wife”. It was a bit eerie hearing that Jim Jones demanded that his congregation call him Father and his wife Mother.  While Robert Matthews never denied the existence of God and indeed stressed his own version of Old Testament understanding, Jim Jones ultimately wanted to get his people to leave Christianity, the entire Bible, and any god outside himself behind.
Both men were extremely controlling of those around them. While Jim Jones ultimately was more successful in drawing a large body of people around him and died in their midst while causing many to die rather than relinquish the dream, the control, Matthias did not. After he was accused of killing one of the members of the “kingdom” and beating his daughter who was married, he basically was abandoned by all but one person and wound up wandering the west before fading away into obscurity. We do not know where he died. We do know he had a run in with Joseph Smith.
What spirit led these men to death? I see the seemingly sympathetic smile of the gentleman with cloven foot from the fairy tales I grew up reading. “You want power? You want security? Money? Love? Trust me, I’ll give you what you want. Just follow me.”

Robert Matthews was apparently a natural leader and may have been responsible for a couple of physical deaths to say nothing of the spiritual. Jim Jones was even bigger, more successful, more set against Christianity, responsible for more death. He, too, was a self proclaimed prophet. He too made the claim of being what people called god.
While Jim Jones had a vastly larger following, both of them had people who otherwise would have been considered respectable following after them. How do so many people, some well educated, some apparently devout, become caught up in these movements that bare the fruit of Satan--lies, immorality, and death?

Thursday, March 29, 2018

One Long Day

His face was already bruised.  We idly looked at these men as they came in so very early.  It was probably because their holiday was about to start. They were dragging this man, shoving him, really, into our governor’s courtyard.  They would not enter the building, of course. It might defile them.

The accusation was that he had set himself up as some sort of king--pitiful king!  Even were it not for his bruises, there would be no greatness in his appearance. He was certainly no lord.

He was handed over to us to be beaten, but he did not ask for mercy.  We added to the bruising delivered by his own people. The lash was laid on his back hard.  His back was lacerated, but he did not cry out. We taunted him. The centurion yelled in his face, “Beg for my mercy!  Why don’t you beg for mercy?” and kicked him severely. The man looked at him with compassion.

A couple of us had twisted together some thorns that grew close by.  This false king would have a crown. He was dragged to his feet and held in place as we draped him with one of our cloaks.  We then pressed the crown into this Jew’s head.
“Hail!  King of the Jews!”  They took turns greeting him, striking him with reeds instead of saluting him.  Some spat on his face. Even then, he did not ask for mercy. Even then, he was resolute and, most disturbingly, compassionate.

It was time.  He was called for to be presented to the people, who were close to being a mob.  They would ask for one of their own to be released, and this our governor would do as a generous gesture of goodwill.  

“Behold, the man!”  He motioned to the Jew whom we had just brutalized.  The Jew was still wearing the soldier’s cloak and the crown.
The crowd was roaring a chant, “Crucify! Crucify!”
Our governor yelled over them, “You take him and crucify him!  I find nothing in the accusations against him.”
Some of the men who had brought him in so early that morning motioned for the crowds to quiet as they spoke, “We have a law, and according to that law he must die, because--he claimed to be the son of God.”

Our governor motioned for the Jew to be brought back inside.  Once away from the crowd, who were beginning to chant again, he asked the man, “Where do you come from?”  Blood was drying on the man’s face. He was bruised and his eye was swollen. The man’s expression was serene.
Our governor asked vehemently, “Do you refuse to answer? Hm?”  He took one turn, and then said into the man’s face, “Don’t you understand that I have the power of life and death over you?”
“You have no power over me but what is given you from above.  Nonetheless, they who handed me over to you have the greater sin.” This is what he stated.  In spite of his bruises and bloodied body, in spite of the beatings and the mockery, he was calm. Our governor was pacing and looking out to where the crowds were calling for the crucifixion of this impostor and trouble-maker, as they were calling him.  We awaited orders.

Our governor had a servant bring water, while he went to face the crowd.  Like a tragedian, he motioned the basin of water to himself. “I wash my hands of this innocent man’s blood,” he said as he rinsed his hands and carefully dried them.  The mob roared, “His blood be on us and on our children!” And the man was sentenced to death.

We jostled him down and took off the cloak.  We left the crown in place and put his own robe on him, but, when we were going to put the cross on his back, he reached for it.  His eyes said he knew what he was doing. Once again, they seemed to see straight through me.

We took to the road.  We had a couple of criminals to execute that day along with this man, so we made quite the procession.  The mob was shouting more than its usual imprecations.
The man fell.  It was a wonder he had not fallen earlier.  We picked him up and he took back his cross and plodded on, leaving blood and sweat on the road where he had fallen.  A woman dashed out of the crowd; we did not stop her. She wiped his face, weeping for him. He smiled tenderly at the woman and we urged him forward.  

He was stumbling some more.  I caught the eye of a Cyrenian and called him out.  “You! Take up his cross!” He came forward, and took it grudgingly, but his face changed after the man looked at him and said something I did not understand.  After the Cyrenian served his mile, we released him.

On we went.  If he fell, we picked him up and kept going.  At the gates the women mourners greeted the criminals, but when they got to the man, He told them, “Do not mourn for me, weep for yourselves and your children.  For the day is coming when you will say, ‘Blessed are the barren women, the womb that never bore and the breasts that never nursed!’ Then they will say to the mountains, ‘Fall on us!’ and to the hills, ‘Cover us!’  For if people do these things when the tree is green, what will happen when it is dry?”

We finally reached the hill outside the city.  The crosses were laid down and the criminals had to be held to them.  Not The Man. He laid himself down. When the nails were driven into his hands he did not cry out like the others.  He sighed once they were in, along with his feet. He looked sorrowful, but it was not for himself. We tacked up the accusation: “Jesus of Nazareth, King of the Jews.”

We raised him up between the other two, and one of the men who had brought him in this morning began jeering with his companions, “He saved others, why cannot he save himself?”  and “Let this Messiah, ‘king of Israel,’ come down from the cross that we may see and believe.” This and more they said, while a smaller group of Jewish women and one man stood by weeping.

The man on the cross spoke to the heavens, “Father, forgive them. They know not what they do.”
He also spoke to the small group; one of the women was his own mother.

It was as though the shadow of a snake writhed in agony across the ground, and the sun went black.  There was less talk. We watched.
It had been three hours.  The man cried out in a language I did not understand, but it meant something to the other Jews.  “He’s calling for Elijah!” They got him some wine, but it was too late.  As the sun came back, he cried out, “Father, into your hands I commit my spirit!”  The earth trembled. The people scattered; only the criminals were left to cry out weekly or to gape in horror, while we stood fast.  I knew then that the man was dead.

Surely, this man was the Son of God.

Tuesday, September 26, 2017

On the way....


Here goes.

When I was young, back up when we went to Kingston Christian Church, possibly when we lived in Kingston, for all I know, I was not allowed to receive communion. I was not aware of this until another little girl was sitting with our family and took the wafer and cup as the plates passed by. I wanted to know why I could not. My mother explained to me the seriousness of what these elements were; they represented Jesus, God who died to take away our sins. I do not remember a time when I had not a perfectionist streak in me. I saw that I needed Jesus to be perfect. I saw that his death was very serious and that the wafer and the cup were connected to this. Whatever I grasped I grasped that Jesus loves me and this was part of how he showed his love. I wanted it.

I accepted Christ at a young age and was baptized some years later in Tennessee. I realized as time went on that I was not yet perfect. At times I rebelled against what I knew, in my own quiet way. I realized that with knowledge comes responsibility and wished I did not know as much about the Bible; maybe then I would not have to be good. Though, I did want to do what was right, even when it meant I felt cheated when others ate out of the candy jar without permission. Still, I did want to please God, because God loves me.
I struggled at times with feeling like a failure; it can be so difficult to forgive people, it could be so hard to keep my mind and heart pure, especially when I have such a vivid and curious imagination.
I realized at one point, when I was still in high-school, that my “mind drifts” were not a good idea. Here is the premise behind that term: I would let my mind drift into whatever stories it happened upon, whatever characters showed up. Mostly the stories were adventure stories like, Grey Wolf being a sort of Robin Hood-like female character, without the band of merry men—just a loose association of honorable, well, brigands; or Charles the scorned son, rejected by his mother and family, who nonetheless went on be the honorable one who saves lives and stuff; or the Island Princess, on a cold island in the north Atlantic, who must learn much in England before returning to her homeland to wrest it from the English; and on and on I could go. If that was all, not necessarily bad, but what about the blind servant who was raped? Later I changed it to have her rescued, but still it was not good. The verse about taking every thought captive convicted me. I knew that I needed to not allow my mind to live into each story that came along; some must be rejected.

Along the way, especially after getting into college, I learned that I really needed to avoid movies and books with sexual content. The problem was not that I would replay those exact images, it was that it fueled the side of the imagination that led me accidentally into a bad mental sexuality that included masturbation. It did not happen all at once, took a few years, really, and even then there were the words that I knew to be wrong, but I heard them so often that they became excuses--”natural”, “healthy”, “normal”. I heard them in movies and tv shows, sometimes not explicitly but out of the way in which the subject was treated. When I first heard the word “masturbate”, it shocked. I did not know what it meant, could guess, but did not want to know.
Why would I tell all that? Because, it plays a role in a particular story of spiritual growth. See, it got to this point where I would pretty much monthly either struggle against or surrender to sexual imaginings of characters who were only in my mind, but the imaginings affected my body—call it mental porn. It was frustrating, because I knew it felt good temporarily, was wrong, and kept coming back. I would pray, on better days. Sometimes I would sing or read the Bible or just try to focus on something else. I would think I had victory, and the next month the mental porn was back. (I did not notice the monthly cycle of it immediately). 

In the mean time, some years back I had the thought that I could write history with more sympathy for the Catholics then what I grew up on. As someone who was not Catholic, maybe people would pay more attention, give it more credit. At another point I described myself to our Cumberland Presbyterian Chaplain at college as a “Catholic-leaning Cumberland Presbyterian.” I often during those years would describe myself as Christian “officially Cumberland Presbyterian”. A few years before that, my family had joined the Cumberland Presbyterian Church. I still remember them telling me what they were doing and inviting me to go up with them to join. I asked what they believed and was given the Confession of Faith. I did not see anything stand out as particularly wrong, and I did see the importance of the church as a body, being dependent on one another, helping one another, holding each other accountable. My family was going, so would I.
I appreciated the more liturgical balance of the service, though I thought it more businesslike than what I remembered of the mass. I enjoyed teaching in Sunday school or going to Sunday school before the main service. The Cumberland Presbyterian Church has a missionary focus that is energetic and admirable. When a new pastor came, and there was greater emphasis on the CP identity, he led a class on the Confession of Faith. It was very helpful and interesting; the main thing I remember explicitly is the conversation on infant baptism.

Somewhere during that time frame, I got to teach world history, much to my delight. I ordered a few books off a list I made for my students to read some of the philosophical works of the past. Among these was Apologia pro Vita Sua by John Henry Newman. I began reading it. It is a very interesting book, but I set it aside because he might have persuaded me to become Catholic. That was an uncomfortable thought, not because I did not like Catholics or Catholicism nor because I did like them, but rather because I was teaching at a school where the history books are anti-Catholic and I knew my mother would not like it and I was afraid of how people might react.
I knew where I was headed.

We receive this lovely, thoughtful magazine called First Things. Its premise is that religion matters a lot in the public square. In it, schools and conferences are advertised, but I do not tend to pay much note to those. I am more interested in reading the book reviews, the correspondence pages of continued conversations about past articles, or the articles about such things as truly looking at people, the Syro-Phoenician woman, or the “Back Page” with all its curiosity. There was this add, though, “Challenging the Secular Culture” and I thought that it might be good to go, as a teacher. Maybe I could learn something that I could pass on to equip my students to face the world with boldness. I asked advice, mostly of my father, and went up to Steubenville, Ohio’s Franciscan University.
It was lovely. It was invigorating; I enjoyed listening and taking notes, breathing in the cool air and occasionally talking to people.
I went to mass on Saturday, because I would be traveling on Sunday and wanted to go to church. It was a large, not particularly attractive building from the outside. They had a band to the left of altar down along the wall. That was odd to me, as last time I had been to mass with a choir or band of some sort they played in the back in a choir loft. But when we celebrated the liturgy of the Eucharist, I wept. It did not matter that I stayed back in my pew kneeling and praying and trying to not be in people’s way. I knew it was more important to be here where the body and blood of Jesus were. 

I had been studying John’s gospel. It took me a while, but I had the Ignatius Study Bible of John, with its questions in the back and a Dallas Theological Seminary online course. It was really amazing. One of the things that was very clear to me, is that when Jesus said that he would give us his own flesh and blood, he meant it. Many disciples left. I did not want to leave.

I also did not want to leave. I did not want to leave off following Jesus, but I did not want to leave the comfort of where I was. I had felt the need to stop some of my roles at Liberty, because I did not believe what the Cumberland Church teaches on Communion and on what were the books of the Bible. While studying John, running into troublesome passages, I began restudying the Confession alongside What we Believe by which was written to explain Cumberland Presbyterian beliefs. I could see their scriptural reasoning behind revising the Westminster Confession, but I was not readily able, through internet digging, to find out why the subsequent revisions which continued to subtract from and soften the Confession of Faith. It was bothersome. I do not know how I found Church Militant and Catholic Answers on YouTube, but I did listen to them. I also picked up Responding from the Scriptures with Catholics by Ron Rhodes from a Goodwill. I figured I wanted to hear both sides.

Here is what it came down to: I cannot hope to understand every passage of scripture in every possible theologically correct way. I cannot rely on my reason alone, but I do see Jesus plainly starting his Church with Peter as recorded in Matthew--”You are Peter (Rock) and on this rock I will build my church, and the gates of hell shall not prevail against it.” I do see that Jesus body and blood are present in the Eucharist just as he says it is as recorded in John. If the gates of hell did not prevail against the Church, it is still present and it is the one called Catholic. I wanted to receive the body and the blood of Christ that he tells us, gives us eternal life, and to eat and drink in memory of him. I had to become a Catholic.

When I returned home, I started to go to Saturday vigil masses from time to time. I asked my father about joining the Catholic Church. He said he would rejoice. I asked my mother; she said I needed to follow God wherever that led me. I continued to attend Liberty with my family, but also became more regular in my attendance to mass.
Just before October, it was announced that October was the month of the Rosary. Now, I knew a little about the Rosary already. There is this girl in a story who is Catholic. Her mother died and she goes to live with her father she has not known and his family. It is very much a struggle, but she prays the Rosary pretty regularly, so I had to look up the prayers. It was a Monday in the story, which means one is to reflect on the Joyful Mysteries—how wonderful!--remembering the announcement to Mary, her visit with Elizabeth, the birth of Jesus, his presentation in the temple, and his being found in the temple. Joy! That was what my girl needed. So I saved a pile of prayers and continued typing. Well, now, here I am however long after that all happened hearing that October is the month of the Rosary. I might take another look at those prayers and stuff, but then a lady at St. Catherine’s gave me a Rosary. During October, most days, I prayed the Rosary in the evenings. After October, I was not as diligent. It was also in or around October, that I began to go to RCIA—Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults—a class for adults who are interested in the Catholic faith. It was not the most brilliant class, but some of the videos were interesting and educational. I was given a slim volume on Catholic teaching, which I sometimes read alongside the Confession of Faith. It was deeper and more particular about doctrine.

A couple months passed, and it occurred to me that I had not struggled with mental porn since before October. I think I was reminded by a fleeting temptation that was so easily brushed aside with prayer. I was so happy; God had used meditating on the gospel through the Rosary, he answered our prayers, and protected me. I am grateful for Mary’s, and Joan’s and Jeremiah’s, intercession; and mostly I am grateful for the great work of Jesus.
Easter of 2017, I was confirmed in the Catholic Church. It is more important to me than my graduations past.

I do not know everything; I know I am still not perfect; but I do know that God is still working with me. I will still face temptations, but I know that God is cleansing me of all unrighteousness and that I do not fight alone. I do not like the division between me and people that I still love that has happened as I have continued to follow Jesus, but I still hope for that time when the whole Church will be united under Christ and the world will know that we are Christians by our love.

Saturday, September 9, 2017

Finding Jesus in the Temple

It was at the time of the feast of the Passover and Mary and Joseph and Jesus went up to Jerusalem with a bunch of relatives.  When they were heading home, Mary and Joseph realized that Jesus was not with them.  They returned to Jerusalem to find Jesus and found him talking with the rabbis in the Temple.

When I was down in New Orleans, I had the opportunity to talk with this lady who is from Guatemala.  She spoke a little English, I spoke some Spanish, so we mostly conversed in Spanish.  We talked a bit about God and faith, and I noted that she referred to the building that she went to (as a baptist) as “templo”.  I could not help but think again about how we refer to the building in which the congregation assembles in English; we refer to people and building as “church”.  I wonder about the etymology and all that, and tend to be dissatisfied with calling the building “church”, but this is customary.

I was reflecting on the finding of Jesus in the Temple and remembered those conversations.  How often do we “find Jesus” when we return to the “temple”?  I know God is present wherever we go, but Jesus is present in a very special way inside the building where mass is celebrated.  There we offer the sacrifice of the Eucharist.  There we here the words of God and are taught, we hope, from the scripture.    
If you start to think of “going to church” or going to mass” as boring or a bother or not all that important, maybe think about who you are going to meet—not the other people, but Jesus himself.  He is the one we go to worship.  We are gathering in his name.  The God of the universe invites you to come and eat and be filled with him. 
Pray, also, that we follow the Christ child's example and early be about our heavenly Father's business.

Monday, August 7, 2017

But would a Pharisee really wrestle publicly?

I watched a movie about Paul, and I must say I only almost really enjoyed it, but within the first few minutes it had me asking, "Did they even try to research this?"

The movie introduces Paul as a tent maker wrestling with a priest in an arena. They are in nothing but loin cloths and are jocularly insulting each other much to he entertainment of the crowd. Reuben, the priest, is a Sadducee though also a friend of Saul, the tent maker and Pharisee.  Reuben does not lose well,so it does set up dramatic personal tension between these two who are friends though having differing beliefs.
On their way home, Saul stops an armed robbery rescuing a man named Barnabas and his wife Hagar.    This Barnabas says he does not have much, but gives Saul a couple of melons. And here I thought that Barnabas was supposed to be very wealthy. In any case this scene serves to tell us that Jesus is dead over a month ago, and that Barnabas and his wife had hoped to meet him.

The apostles and the mother of Jesus are introduced praying for the power that Jesus had promised them and a wind blows in and the menorah is suddenly lit and they're in awe and thank God.  Next thing you know we are in what is supposed to be maybe the outer courts of the temple and Peter and John are there praying.  Peter expresses a desire to know if they really have the power Jesus promised and then gets up to speak to the people.  The sermon given in Acts 2 is way more interesting and convicting.  Peter is told he is blaspheming, he "proves" Jesus is really alive and God is with him by healing a lame man.  He is promptly arrested along with John and the lame man and dragged before the Sanhedrin then and there.
In this sequence, they have Gamaliel at one point saying that the Pharisees believe God allows each man to interpret Torah's meaning.  I decided to read up on the Pharisees.  That does not seem to be a good representation of their beliefs.  Oddly enough, the more I read about the Pharisees approach to Torah and Tradition, I am reminded somewhat of the Catholic Church, with the emphasis on the traditions of the fathers helping to explain the Torah.
Anyway, so the film combined a couple of trials before the Sanhedrin, and stuff, but they kept on not allowing Jesus followers to actually speak as articulately as they did in Acts.  They seemed to reduce the message to, "Jesus is really alive.  He ascended into heaven and will come again soon. He's the son of God.  You need to believe on Him to have eternal life. He really is the Messiah!" Say all of this in a few different patterns and with much emotion, and that sums up the teaching of the apostles as presented in this movie--wait, one more thing.  They also regularly insist that Jesus taught that now nobody need follow the law of Moses, all we need is faith in him.  This was particularly frustrating, since that is not what was taught, but from Pentecost onwards in the movie, it emphasizes that Jesus was the end of the law and the only thing that matters is faith.

Then we get to Stephen, standing up in the temple court and preaching. Reuben goes and confronts him, and seems to do a good job of bewildering Stephen with accusations of polytheism based on claiming that Jesus is God, but also that Jesus is the son of God. Reuben also mocks the idea of Jesus being present. Ultimately, Stephen is not brought before the Sanhedrin, he does not see the Son of Man seated at the right hand of God, but is dragged off straight from the temple court to be stoned. Saul is presented as saying he agrees with the denunciation of Stephen and the followers of Jesus, but being loathe to participate in the stoning. He is handed a stone, but does not throw it. Reuben, who had handed him the stone, reproaches him with weakness, takes the stone from him and hands him his coat, at which point others give Saul their coats as they set about stoning Stephen.

Saul feels guilty and sets about his active persecutions. It has him get permission from Herod to go to Damascus. Of course there is the falling off the horse scene, interestingly done.  The movie then has Reuben be the driving force behind all attempts to kill Paul.  The  Hellenists are secondary, and the Judaisers are not even named as such.  There is a representation of the council at Jerusalem on the situation with the Gentile believers, but it does not do the council justice.

Ok.  If this were just based on some random book, I would still be a bit dissatisfied. I understand dramatic decisions like combining events, presenting a physical conflict to initiate the philosophical conflict, making a minor character take on multiple roles from a story to have fewer introductions, combining characters, chopping dialogue, but--they left the followers of  Christ as having nothing to offer in the way of explanation or reason, only emotion and statements to be accepted on faith.  They focused on jealousy as a motivating factor for people. They made James the spokesman for the Judaisers.  They had Saul be more a reluctant persecutor; he had to do this arresting stuff to prove his loyalty to the law to Reuben because he had made an oath to defend truth. I had hoped they would play on that when Saul became a defender of faith in Jesus, but they did not.  They relied on theatrics, burning the letter given to him for authority to make arrests before a select group of believers in Jesus.  That's another thing, in Acts Saul/Paul at least initially taught very openly in the synagogues.  There was none of that in this movie.

I have no particular complaints about the acting, dramatically I suppose it worked, but theologically and historically it was full of error. I could not recommend this film except maybe to a class who was planning to do a point by point analysis comparing it to what is actually said and done in Acts.

Friday, July 21, 2017

An unfinished love story


Let me tell you a story.
There was a man who loved a homeless woman. She said she loved him back and they were married. They shared everything. One day, though, the woman decided to move. She liked the work the man had been doing and enjoyed being a part of it, but she decided she would go open her own shop. She stopped being physically present with the man; she no longer shared with him everything. She took some of what had been given to her in her husband’s house with her and built her own house. She kept the name he had given her and still called him her lover, her husband.

She said she still loved him. When he would call, she would sometimes talk with him. They would sometimes talk about work. He would often ask how she was doing and remind her that his place was still her place. She would even occasionally call herself, usually when she needed to be bailed out of a problem or she had a question about work; and he would help. 
 
She said she still loved him. She could talk for some time about his voice, his looks, and that sort of thing, but the closest she got to allowing him to touch her was once a week. He invited her home many times. His door was always open to her; and he would also invite her out to supper. They would meet once a week to sit at the same table. Their eyes might meet, though she was often busy looking around or past him. They might touch fingertips, but that was all.

The woman would say how amazing it was to be his wife and talk about how much she loved him. She would sometimes thank him for the time he rescued her. She would talk about how amazing things were now, and he would listen. He would try to tell her of how much he loved her, but, while she was sure she would be home someday, now was not the time. She might cry about some grievance from the week, but when he would reach out to hold her, she would turn away. She might even complain that he had not been there. 
 
He still leaves his doors open and prays for her return. He calls her to remind her that he loves her. He still goes out to rescue her and take care of problems that arise when she calls, and sometimes when she does not. He still loves her.

She still calls herself by his name that she had taken on when they were first married. She still talks about how amazing he is. She does not accept his body. She rejects his kisses. She insists on seeking her own path. Does she still love him?

Wednesday, July 12, 2017

Communion....Eucharist



What is it? When fellow believers come together to eat that bit of bread or wafer, to drink that bit of grape juice or wine, what do we believe about it?

Some believe in Transubstantiation, the Catholic Church in particular teaches this doctrine. What does that mean? Well, simply put it means that the bread and the wine become the body and blood of Jesus and only the appearance of bread and wine remain.
Some, particularly Lutherans, believe in Consubstantiation. This is similar to Transubstantiation in that this doctrine holds that the wine and bread become the blood and body of Jesus, but dissimilar in that it teaches that the bread and wine are still also bread and wine.
Others believe in the bread and wine/grape juice as only symbolizing the body and blood of Jesus. In other words, while they may say “And Jesus took the bread, broke it, and offered it to them, saying, 'Take, eat; this is my body broken for you.'” They believe that those words are to be taken symbolically not literally. Jesus broke bread, and the bread was still bread―maybe with heightened spiritual significance, but still bread. A symbol, a memorial, but only truly bread.

What does Jesus say, though? Jesus says, “This is my body,...This is my blood...” Look it up―Matthew 26, Mark 14, Luke 22. Read also John 6 where Jesus says that unless we eat his flesh and drink his blood we have no part in him. He is actually quite insistent on that point. Some will say, “Read a bit further and he say that the ‘flesh availeth nothing’, so clearly he is not talking about his actual flesh.” Let us consider this in the context of this entire conversation and in the context of John's gospel. Go read John 6. 

Did you notice how Jesus makes sure that these disciples hear that they must eat his flesh? The conversation is very dramatic. They want bread from heaven, He says that the Father gives the true bread from heaven which is “that which comes down from heaven and gives life to the world.” Who does that? At that point, they want the bread, but then He says that He is the bread. They object to His claiming to come down from heaven, and He does not lay so much stress on that as that He is the bread of life, the living bread and that those who eat this bread will live forever, “and the bread that I shall give is my flesh, for the life of the world.” Now they are even more disturbed. “How can this man give us his flesh to eat?” (Do people, even those who are called Christian, still ask this question?) But Jesus does not let up. His response: “I tell you most solemnly, if you do not eat the flesh of the Son of Man and drink his blood, you will not have life in you. Anyone who does eat my flesh and drink my blood has eternal life, and I shall raise him up on the last day.” When “many of his followers” start complaining to each other and objecting to His words is when He says: “Does this upset you?” (He offers no comforting, “it’s a symbol, guys,”) “What if you should see the Son of Man ascend to where he was before? It is the spirit that gives life, the flesh has nothing to offer. The words I have spoken to you are spirit and life. But there are some of you who do not believe.” And many leave. Peter and the other twelve stay, and apparently also Matthias and Joseph Barsabbas, but many disciples leave after that. 
 
So what does that phrase about the flesh mean? Does it mean that really, Jesus did not mean what He said earlier? Or that we have to understand Him as saying that His body as bread is only in a spiritual sense, as some would have it? Or is it perhaps more straightforward than that? Perhaps they are the ones reasoning according to the flesh when Jesus’ words are actually true, spirit and life.

Here are some other times that Jesus speaks of the flesh in a similar way.
Read Matthew 16. “Flesh and blood” did not reveal who Jesus was, they would not have known, but “my Father which is in heaven” did.

Read John 1. While you are at it, just read the whole book of John. He speaks of those born not of blood, nor of the will of the flesh, nor of the will of man, but of God” You can see a continuation of this theme in John 3—do you remember it? “Except a man be born of water and of the Spirit, he cannot enter into the kingdom of God. That which is born of the flesh is flesh; and that which is born of the Spirit is spirit.”

The flesh of man “profiteth nothing”, the flesh of the Son of Man is eternal life for us. This is revealed to us not by “fleshly” reasoning, but by revelation from God as given in the gospels. Next time when you hear those words, “This is my body, broken for you. And this is my blood, the blood of the new covenant, shed for you” do not ignore them. Give thanks to God for His miracle of love, that He gives us in the flesh His body and blood to be our spiritual food and drink. And He will raise us up at the last day.

Thursday, November 24, 2016

Deism

What great gods ruled the universe in eons past?
Gods of ocean with stormy blast,
Gods of winds with winding ways--
Upon this world they roamed--or so
I'm told. I listened to the stories old
From near and distant lands and
Wondered at the way they wandered
In search of life long-lasting beyond thought.

The cunning warrior endowed with wit
By strength and skill destroyed his foes
Not Death. No. Deliverance from death
No Mortal yet knows. Not famed archers
Nor spear-men bold for dragon killing known.
Death comes. And all must pass that door
To the world beyond our understanding.
The towers fall and tragedy erases
Monuments made by vanished men.
Even gods vanish; in time are veiled
From memory like moments sharp
That soften, and slowly disappear.

New gods are wakened by our powers
But then who, we wonder, is truly God?
We invent ourselves, invert ourselves
In searching still, for simple happiness and
Lasting life rich wrought with meaning.
We tell ourselves the gods are like us
Or we, like gods invent, therefor we can
invert what's seen and unseen, mystery and
Understood, Truth and falsehood in our hands
Like uneven measures in the hands
Of that blind woman who stands, sword ready.
We think we command the sword because
The words we use and alter to suit our needs.

But their is a man who spoke:"I said
you were gods" to sarcastic non-seekers
Who truly thought they sought aright the light
Of all ages in their careful texts.
They knew they asked the correct questions
And took him to task for wrongly replying.
They chose right and wrong. They chose
For everyone, for their gods were in their heads.
They would create and demonstrate their power
Fashioning some to follow their flight to heaven.
Enlightened, knowers, believing in the gods they
Best knew, crafted in the image of themselves.
Poor moon-faced idiots, they did not realize
They but un-wholly reflected the light of

that greater Son.   

Sunday, March 4, 2012

Thinking about the identity of the church

(Multiply Archives)
Last night, I watched
Courageous with a friend's church.  In discussion afterwards it was brought up that it should be construed as a challenge to all Christians to live up to a higher standard.
In Sunday school this morning the Westboro “Baptist Church” was brought up.  Media identifies the church with stuff like that--it’s sensational, negative news--but where should we find our identity?  What are we?  
            I was copying out of Revelations this morning and this verse stood out:
Revelations 1:9 “I, John, your brother and partner in the tribulation and the kingdom and the patient endurance that are in Jesus, was on the island called Patmos on account of the word of God and the testimony of Jesus.”  
Do we consider ourselves partners in the tribulation and kingdom and patient endurance that are in Jesus?  Do we think of tribulation and patient endurance as part of our existence in Jesus Christ?  After all, we are called to live in Him, right?  
So I looked up how the letters are addressed in the New Testament.  I did not include all (some said basically the same thing) but it occurs to me as I do this that a whole lot can be learned about who we are and what we should look like just from the greetings, blessings, and conclusions of the letters.  There is a lot packed in there.  But here we go.

Acts addresses “Theophilus” which means “lover of God”
    It could be an individual, but we should all love God--that seems a necessary part of being part of His church.

Romans begins, “Paul, a servant of Christ Jesus, called to be an apostle, set apart for the gospel of God,” and is addressed, “To all those in Rome who are loved by God and called to be saints: Grace to you and peace from God our Father and the Lord Jesus Christ.” (v.7)
The end of Romans refers to the believers using terms like, saints, church, brothers, fellow workers . . .
    So we are saints, loved by God, called to be saints . . .

I Corinthians: is addressed, “To the church of God that is in Corinth, to those sanctified in Christ Jesus, called to be saints together with all those who in every place call upon the name of our Lord Jesus Christ, both their Lord and ours:” (v.2) end refers to them as saints, fellow laborers, brothers, church
    We are sanctified (made saints, made holy) in Christ Jesus, we are the ones who call on the name of our Lord Jesus,

Phillipians:  “To the saints and faithful brothers in Christ at Colossae:”
    Ah, look, faithfulness is part of our identity . . . and still “saints”  so where does all the, “I’m just a sinner” crap come from?  That should no longer be our identity.

Philemon: “To Philemon our beloved fellow worker and Apphia our sister and Archippus our fellow soldier, and the church in your house:”  (v1,2)
    We are loved, we are fellow workers, fellow soldiers . . . that sounds like we should be living out a mission . . .

II Peter: “To those who have obtained a faith of equal standing with ours by the righteousness of our God and Savior Jesus Christ:” (v.1)           beloved
    we obtain faith by the righteousness of God  . . . I don’t understand all that, but I realize an implication of my faith not being dependent on me but on God’s righteousness and the saving grace of Jesus Christ.  

I John 5:1-2:  “Everyone who believes that Jesus is the Christ has been born of God, and everyone who loves the Father loves whoever has been born of him. By this we know that we love the children of God, when we love God and obey his commandments.”
brothers, children . . .
II Jn. 1-2, 4: “The elder to the elect lady and her children, whom I love in truth, and not only I, but also all who know the truth, because of the truth that abides in us and will be with us forever: . . . I rejoiced greatly to find some of your children walking in the truth, just as we were commanded by the Father.”
III Jn.  fellow workers for the truth

I’m going to do these together:  We believe that Jesus Christ was born of God--He is divine, not mere man who became God.  If we are born in the spirit (see John 3) of God, we will love Him and keep His commandments.  We should live in the truth, we should work for the truth.  Jesus identified Himself as the Truth (John 14:6).  


Jude: “To those who are called, beloved in God the Father and kept for Jesus Christ:” (v.1)
    As the church, we are called, we are loved, and we are kept for Jesus.

    As the church, we are called to be saints--called to be holy, set apart.  We are loved by God, and we should live in love toward one another.  We are not merely called to be saved, but we have a mission, we have something to do down here.  We are part of a kingdom, and we should be advancing that kingdom.  Our king is God.  Our allegiance to His kingdom should supersede all other allegiances.  
Because this kingdom is under attack within and without, we should expect suffering, tribulation, if you will.  We need to walk faithfully, confident that God himself is the one who keeps us.  We need to live out His love and live in truth.  There is no room for lies.  Satan is identified as the Father of Lies (Jn. 8:44), that should not be where our identity is.
The church should be identified by love, faithfulness, truth, holiness.  We should have our identity in God, in Jesus Christ, and from Him should come our mission, our marching orders, if you will.  

    This is just a beginning.  I need to keep looking at this more, and I invite anyone who wants to to take up the identity of the church as a study to dig in and share. 

Sunday, March 20, 2011

Why is mathematics important to theology?

According to Roger Bacon in his Opus Majus there are seven reasons.  One of them has to do with geography.  Basically, his theory is that we cannot rightly understand the scriptures if we do not understand the geographical situation of its histories.  Because, if we cannot understand that, we cannot understand the literal sense of the scripture, and if we cannot grasp the literal, how can we hope to understand any spiritual meaning? 

This was one example offered:
" We note that the Jordan flows down from north to south to the east of Jerusalem, which lies to the west, a little way from the Great [Mediterranean] Sea. Between these two, on this side of Jordan, is Jericho, a city surrounded by its plain. Next comes Mount Olivet, then the Valley of Josaphat, and after it Jerusalem. Now the saints tell us that the world is represented in their method of interpretation by Jordan, both symbolically and because of the river's characteristics. For one thing, it flows into the Dead Sea, a symbol of the Inferno; there are also many other reasons. Jericho, in the view of the saints, symbolizes the flesh. Mount Olivet signifies the loftiness of the spiritual life, because of its own loftiness, and the sweetness of devotion, as sweet as its oil. The Valley of Josaphat signifies lowliness through the meaning of valley, "a low place," and true humility in the presence of majesty, (186) since the translation of the name Josaphat is "in the sight of the Lord." Jerusalem itself means "vision of peace"; in its moral interpretation it points to the holy soul which possesses peace of heart. Allegorically it signifies the Church Militant; analogically, the Church Triumphant.
We all hope to pass with peace in our hearts from the beginning of our life (the dawn of our physical birth and the sunrise of reason's theory and practice) to its end, the sunset of old age; this is our hope expressed in moral terms. We all hope to be true and faithful members of the Church, beneath whose shade we may rest, untroubled by the malign assaults of our enemy; this is the same hope expressed as allegory. We hope that in this life our thoughts may be turned [by analogy] to the heavenly Jerusalem, and that at our death we may pass to that heavenly city, there to dwell in the beauty of peace, in the tents of faith, in rest and in fullness. Whoever hopes for all this must first leave Jordan-this world-behind, either by reducing it to his control, like the saints who live in the world, or abandon it completely, as the monastics do. This is the first stage of progress to a spiritual life, a stage easier than the others.
Having achieved this, he must next do battle with the flesh, something not as easy to overcome as the world, being very close to us and never abandoning its subject.[isn't that the truth!] He must not, therefore, charge it by brute force and destroy it, but must bridle its arrogance slowly and tactfully. This is why it is figured by Jericho and the plain around it; one must advance in penitence along the level road, thus justifying the reasonable obedience of his flesh. For if he foolishly overwhelms his flesh by violence, his spirit can never attain the greater heights. In acting patiently he will be unlike most people who have been turned to penitence, who for a year or two humble their own bodies, but thereafter are good for nothing, unable to benefit themselves or anyone else.
But after a man has put down the world under his feet and has overcome the flesh in the way he should, then-and not until then-he is ready to rise up to the heights of spiritual life and the sweetness of true devotion. From then on he will be able to climb up to Mount Olivet and gain the pinnacle of human perfection and immerse himself in the delight of prayer and contemplation of God. But even when he has trained himself by the ascent from all sides of that height, he must still cross the valley of Josaphat-that is, he must finish the course of his life in complete humility and make himself poor and humble of spirit in the eyes of God, not merely his own or those of his fellow men. For many look humble to themselves and to other men, but in the presence (187) of God and his angels are puffed up with arrogance.[never thought of that]
When at last he has ended his whole life in perfect lowliness, then he has entered Jerusalem, in all three senses of the word. He will possess peace in his heart, the peace which follows perfection of the life of the spirit. "To the ungodly there is no peace," says the Lord. But the saints possess the peace of God, which transcends the senses of mankind. Free from all troubles, he will rest in the peace of the Church Militant-the peace unknown to the faithless and sinful, who drag on in the state of damnation, plagued by the Devil and driven from one sin to another, punished for one, then tormented for another. Even in this life he must play his part, as it is said, by sure and certain hope and by revelation, in that blessed vision of the peace of Jerusalem that is above, which by the grace of God he will win after his death."
I never thought of geography that way . . .

Tuesday, November 23, 2010

Blah blah blah

From at Bethel

That is about how I feel.  I have been taking cat naps all night as I have been finishing this amazing research project.  I wish I would have done more work on it earlier, but Library of Congress was being glitchey this weekend.  So.  Here it is.  I am going to share it with you all now that it has been turned in for a little bit.

                 Religion in Culture during the Early American Republic
In any society there must develop some systems of belief and practice that are generally followed.  That is part of what makes up culture.  But whereas in the present age the systems of belief and practice are rather vague and tolerant, during the early years of our republic they were much more strongly delineated.  Then, questions of a religious or moral nature were considered to have a very grave importance.  This is quite natural when one realizes that religion was perceived to have an influence on culture, education, morals, civilization—in short, every aspect of life.  It was not an area that admitted a great deal of tolerance because if error was tolerated, it could lead to the disintegration of civilization.  Naturally, while religion was perceived as a necessary guide to right living and a part of good education, there would be conflicting views about the "right religion" and the correct extent of religious education as well as whether or not other religions should be tolerated in society.  Since the dominant force in culture at that point was protestant, Catholics were among those that often had difficulty finding a place.  Native Americans who did not follow precisely the protestant prescriptions for right living had an even more difficult time.  Despite this, there were some, even from that protestant section of society, who acknowledged the value and the positive aspects of these "fringe" cultures.  After all, truth—even if it is found in one's enemy—is still truth. 
It is interesting to note, in the broader scheme of things, an observation made by Michel Chevalier that in America a laissez-faire government was balanced by "rigid habits of life" and "religious severity," which he contrasts with the opposite occurrence in his native France of "laxity and a toleration" where morals and religion were concerned, and strict and rigid control " under all forms of government, monarchy, empire, or republic,"(142).  He maintains that these sorts of balances are necessary.  The Americans themselves seemed to have felt so also, for they were insistent on civil liberty and just as insistent on moral regulation of conduct.    This idea crops up in Sunday-school books which give advice for practically every situation (Advice to Young Men), business regulation (as observed by Chevalier himself in the Lowell factory town), and in random magazines and papers. 
Coming at this idea of toleration v. regulation is a separate observation on the nature of truth and error--"no error (in faith or belief) is or can be harmless, as no truth is or can be mischievous."  Brownson sets forth this idea in a broad application of the religious concept of faith to every other aspect of life.  He maintains that error should not be suppresses "by imposing any legal or civil disabilities on those who are its advocates," but that it should be allowed to "grapple in an open encounter with Truth."  In this perspective, error is not to be merely tolerated (as that would cause harm), but rather allowed to present itself to be shown false in the light of truth.    Brownson uses this as a launching pad for discussing the origins of the government of the United States, however, by the very nature of his original argument, it can with equal facility be applied to the religious culture of that time frame.  One magazine gave a lengthy story that set Muslims on an equal if not superior moral ground with Yankee protestants when it came to business dealings.  However, for the Muslim to be accepted in North American culture, he attended a church and was perceived as a Christian.  As an isolated instance that may have been condoned, but when approached by a differing religion in greater numbers, there was more resistance and distrust, especially when that group is perceived as withholding their true intentions.  This is why the Catholics came under particular suspicion.
The Catholics, and particularly the Jesuit order, were very often associated with the ideas of intrigue, plot, and conspiracy.  The interesting thing is that some take the time to make the argument that the Jesuits are not just a danger to the broader society, but are even harmful to their own institutions.   In the North American Review, they are said to "wound the honour of the monastical state; . . . .  It even gives occasion to abandon too freely the religious orders; it exempts from the obedience and submission due to the ordinary functionaries."  Not just religious authority is being flouted here, but also civil authority, which seems just as bad to the reviewer.  As the article goes on, it only becomes more eloquent in its invectives against the Jesuits.  They are guilty of, "monstrous errours upon all points of theology," and ”pernicious maxims in morality" which they seek to instill in others.  Besides being accused of efforts to lead into "errour," the Jesuits are also accused of attempting to trap people in ignorance.  The author takes Portugal as an example.  " . . .the plan of these monks was to deceive the Portuguese and to put an obstruction by the same method to the progress of their studies, to the end that, after having nourished and restrained them a long time in ignorance, they might hold them always in a subjection and a dependence as unjust as pernicious."  It is no wonder this author thinks that "a Jew will be more favoured in the world than a Jesuit." 
This sort of opinion is also maintained in "Political Religion—The  Brownson Order and Catholicity" in which the Catholics are accused of encouraging and partaking in all sorts of underhanded dealings and even murder.  Not the "smallest similarity" is to be found between their Catholicism on the authors Protestantism, consequently, the author does not approve of them.  When he turns his attentions to the Jesuit order, the language becomes more intense—"It is at once a government and a conspiracy, militant, secret, and publicist," (602).  The founder of the order is compared to burglars, who "on the verge of doom . . .indulge in fancies of a huger thieving," to describe his inspiration to the founding of the order.  At the root of all this suspicion and hatred lies this fear that is described in the North American: "With the pagans they will be pagans, with the atheists they will be atheists, with the Jews they will be Jews, with the reformers they will be reformers; for the determined purpose of penetrating your intentions, your designs, your hearts and your inclinations, and by these means to seduce you to become like the fool, who says in his heart there is no God." (203).  By subverting truth, these people would hold the young country in darkness.
Not everyone had that extreme fear and distrust of the Catholics as typified in the Jesuits.  In fact, a set of approval was granted to the Catholics through the efforts of the Jesuits among the native tribes of the Americas.  In the Democratic Review, a writer not only comments on the exploration that the Jesuits have done in the North American continent, he also points to the work that the Jesuits have accomplished among the tribes.  "The missions of St. Francis Xavier at Green Bay, or St. Ignace at Mackina, of St Mary at the Straights . . .show conclusively, with what zeal and ardor these heralds of the cross pushed their tabernacles in the wilderness, and made know to these wandering Arabs of the prairies the symbols of the Christian faith."  He notes with wonder that, for the Jesuits, the conversion of "a single Indian" was worth the "hunger, thirst, cold, suffering, disease, death" that they faced.  They are described as "venerable, intellectual and devoted" as opposed to the more insidious picture elsewhere painted.  But here, in the wilderness, the religious influence of these missionaries is pictured as a civilizing and ennobling influence, where in places of an already-acknowledged civilization they are not trusted. 
The key to this inconsistency is education, and specifically moral education.  Religion was considered a vital part of any proper education.  According to an article labeled "Education" in The United States Democratic Review, education is linked to the "social, moral and mental elevation of the great human family." (p149)  The authors specifically associate themselves with the Protestant Episcopal Church.  The argument being made is that as, "education improves and expands the moral and intellectual faculties of man-kind, or that it promotes virtue and lessens vice." (p149).  The emphasis that the author takes is the education of the masses.  By educating the masses, the authors hope to lessen the impact of men of wealth and power who would act solely in accordance with their personal ambitions rather than taking into consideration and care their "fellow-mortals, whose only faults, or rather misfortunes, were ignorance and poverty, which they did not originate and bring upon themselves, and had no power to alter." (161). 
Education becomes a stabilizing factor in society by this rule.  But they do not want just any education.  They demand a practical and a liberal education to be made available for all youths—a public school system.  With this, they have specific ideas about the role of religion in this education system.  They do not want for religious education to be left to basic "catechism, forms, and ordinances; and the imperative duties of passive obedience to superiors" which runs contrary to their ideals of independence and education.  They fear that this would only follow the traditions of government established churches.  "Religion . . . [has] been used in the main as an instrument for enabling governments to keep populations in ignorance and subjection . . .This has been a peculiar feature in the Roman Catholic religion, and it is not much less so in the case of the established Protestant Church Great Britain and Ireland." (153).  This was unacceptable as it was seen as having "kept in ignorance and made poor, and miserable, and irreligious, by laws which are founded upon policy, expediency, and fraud," the lower classes who are such a large bulk of society.  In order to maintain a free and liberal government, we could not afford to have a mass of uneducated, "miserable and irreligious," people.   
A Sunday-school manual takes up this refrain of education for moral and civil development of the people.  Early on it references a common adage,  "A penny saved is a penny gained," to make the point that knowledge is more important than wealth, or, "there is something to be saved and gained more precious than even gold or silver."  The problem that this author sees is that, as the majority of grown-ups have been diligent in acquiring wealth, and perhaps been a trifle negligent in more important matters, the youth are growing up with the idea that wealth is the object in life and that they, "as soon as they begin to think and act for themselves, seem to have all ideas and ends merged in the one great pursuit of wealth for its own sake." (7-8).  For this reason, the author decides that young men must be re-educated in religion.  Without religion, we have an unbalanced picture of our place in the cosmos.  People would think themselves "as God," and "...man, believing thus of himself, would be inclined to love himself, and think lightly of his fellow-man. He would seek his own good, as an end, without reference to the good of his neighbor" (14).   This book goes beyond explaining why youths (particularly young men) should be educated in a particular way and actually describes a form of study to be pursued.  Interestingly, much of the education described is more practical than strictly religious. 
In the Scientific American was a little ditty about a Bishop and a wagoner.  The Bishop complained that the wagoner seemed " better fed than taught"  to which the wagoner replied, "Of course . . . for we feed ourselves, but for teaching, we depend on you."  This was something that was not wanted in America—the dependence of the masses on one small group of people for their education.  On the one hand, many of the privileged felt responsible to fascilitate the education of the lower classes, but on the other, a great emphasis was laid on self-education.  Similarly, the author of the Sunday-school book for young men sets forth advice for the education of young men, that they should apply themselves to such study as is suited to their taste and talents and that they should devote at least a couple hours a day to study.  In giving examples of this sort of procedure, the author draws on tradesmen and laborers who have done well through self-education.  Much of that self-education takes place through diverse reading of informational or instructive texts.  The author describes a proper proportion for the ingesting of writings: "Books of facts and books of principles should make by far the larger portion of a young man's reading, and works of fancy and fiction be resorted to only as mental recreation, or the means of improving the taste." (45).  The books are compared to "nourishment" and the "works of fancy and fiction" are considered to lead to "a puny intellectual growth"  which would not be beneficial to the young man or to society. 
It is not just petitions and manuals that set forth the idea of education and religion together.  In the first issue of the Whig Review, after talking about its political purpose, it claims another reason d'être—to promote intellectual and moral growth.  In other words, a journalist was concerned about the education of the people and wanted to make sure that good growth was encouraged.  In speaking of its focus on literature, it explains, "It affects our morals, . . .  It affects all our philosophy and speculative belief," (4).  Later, when introducing a Miss Barrett's poetry, a contributor comments on the importance of poets whose art draws us to "truth and knowledge".  Were they to be taken from us, besides becoming "coarse and treacherous," "Our religion would lose faith, that imaginative worship of the heart, and be driven back to stocks and stones" (38).  So not only are education and religion linked, but also more pleasurable pursuits of recreational literature are likewise linked to religion. 
Still, the study of more recreational literature is also perceived to have a downside.  The New-England Magazine and article describes the development of a Thomas Sable.  "the study of the classics did much to inspire young Thomas with principles in religion and morals, widely different from those now permitted by customs and laws."(61).  Here is a youth who pursues education, but strictly from the classics of Greek and Roman literature.  The author notes that most of the gods would be imprisoned for felonies if they behaved they way they are depicted in modern society, and that cock-fighting was back then used by a Roman general to inspire his troops.  So, Thomas Sable was not well equipped by his education to live profitably and morally within the context of the wider culture of the time.  The lesson to be learned from this story, was that education can be misused, and literature if not read in proper proportions could do as much to harm a young person's development as it could do good when used correctly.  Quality of education and religious and moral instruction are important. 
A positive example of the right mixture of education and religion was Miss Barrett.  In The American Whig Review a Miss Barrett is extolled as one of the two poets in England, the other being Alfred Tennyson.  She is described as a genius. The spirituality of her poems is much commended as is her evident erudition.  "Learned women are notorious for becoming bold and masculine; but there are few men who could bear about them so many of the rich spoils of books and antiquity, without awkwardness and pedantry."  But Miss Barrett, the reviewer contends, is not guilty of that sort of simplicity or vulgarity in knowledge.  "The secret lies in this:  what with most men and with other women is apt to be a mere matter of acquisition, something foreign and accidental hung upon the original framework of the mind, with her, by a long and natural process of assimilation, has become part of the texture of the mind itself."  She has translated Prometheus and read "the Hebrew Bible from Genesis to Malachi " among other works of erudition and spirituality.  She is very intellectual, but also very spiritual.  Her education is rounded, softened and made whole and feminine by her spirituality.  Conversely, her spirituality is balanced and made more meaningful and given context by her education.
While its influence in cultural education cannot be denied, and indeed was a major focus of religious concern during the early republic, its wider influence must not be neglected.  As is observed by Chevalier, religion also affects cultural relationships: "The Protestant education, much more than our Catholic discipline, draws round each individual a line over which it is difficult to step. The consequence is more coldness in the domestic relations, a more or less complete absence of a full and free expression of the stronger feelings of the soul, but, in turn, every one is obliged and accustomed to show more respect for the feelings of others."  Chevalier notes both a positive and a negative in this—on the one hand, there is more respect given to each individual, but on the other, there is less personal and emotional contact. 
Religion becomes a formalized aspect of society which can cause morality to be legislated, so to speak.  The regulations of the Lowell factory that Chevalier observes include things like, " They must on all occasions, both in their words and in their actions, show that they are penetrated by a laudable love of temperature and virtue, and animated by a sense of their moral and social obligations." And, "All ardent spirits are banished from the Company's grounds, except when prescribed by a physician. All games of hazard and cards are prohibited within their limits and in the boarding-houses."  Female employees are required to "attend regularly at divine service, and rigidly observe the rules of the Sabbath."  He observes a balance between being strict in religion and morals and tolerant and lax in government in the Americas.  Because the morals are maintained with such strictness, the people are more self-regulated and require less governmental interference.  This is in strong contrast to today's system, in which much more power has been given to the government and much less moral responsibility is expected of the average citizen.  Maybe Chevalier had the right idea?
On an interesting note, the magazine that was set forth to involve discourse on science and encourage the development of science in the new States, also seemed to have the greatest amount of poetry.  The Scientific American is perhaps the most poetic of the journals used in this research.  In the midst of technical articles and amusing anecdotes and bits of poetry, it drops in commentary that alludes to the importance of religion.  "Keep that Testament in your vest pocket, over your heart." (Vol2, issue1).  It seems as though, religion is culture in this society.  It is inescapable no matter what subject is under discussion.   
Religion as culture brings up a touching subject that involves some of our more inglorious episodes.  It is concerning our treatment of the Native Americans.  An article on the removal of Indians complains against the natives as not accepting religion and civilization.  "Many of them were carefully taught at our seminaries of education, in the hope that principles of morality and habits of industry would be acquired,"  and missionaries "devoted themselves with generous ardor to the task of instruction, as well in agriculture and the mechanic arts, as in the principles of morality and religion." (67).  But all these influences of education and religion were "unsuccessful and unproductive efforts" according to the author.  He references a tribe that has "dwindled" in number since the Catholic efforts among them and judges that for them, "a sedentary life begins to be irksome.  Already their attention is directed to the trans-Mississippian regions."    He also cites the Delawares who came under Moravian influence as having gone into the west to return to their "pristine habits."  Because, as far as he can see, the whites have done everything they could to help to elevate the natives, he blames "some insurmountable obstacle in the habits or temperament of the Indians," for their lack of cultural and religious assimilation.    He does admit the existence of Cherokees who have assimilated more, but he restricts that movement to some "half-breeds and their immediate connexions."   Even that statement he further qualifies by saying that their chief claim to civilization is that they have taken up slavery, and that that was only to indulge "that unconquerable aversion to labor, so characteristic of all savage tribes" (71).
 The "blessings of religion, the benefits of science and the arts, and the advantages of an efficient and stable government," are listed together as the culture that it is impossible to give to the aborigines of North America.  It seems that the author believes the natives to be a hopeless case as far as culture and religion are concerned, so the author concludes that for their "protection and permanent advantage" and for the "safety of the bordering parties" the natives ought to be removed to separately reserved lands.
Religion was vitally important to the culture of the early American republic.  While some saw that religion could be used to oppress, and some used it to condemn others, still over-all, religion and morality wore the face of liberating benevolence.  It was a means of rising above ones circumstances.  It was an inspiration to education, and a necessary part of proper education.  It was a balancing influence in politics, relationships, morals, and knowledge.  It was the core of culture and civilization.  Perhaps its inter-relationship with freedom is best epitomized by a poetic eulogy that was originally published in a Catholic paper, but then quoted at length in the United States Democratic Review.
" No! Religion and Liberty are not hostile, but kindred to each other. Liberty means
only leave to do good. So soon as men pass that meaning they enter under the rule of
Law. Religion is the source and teacher of all goodness; hence Liberty must he her
ally and her aid. Oh! blessed is the union of Liberty and Religion! This union is the
hope of humanity, the stay of order, the prop of peace, the highest earthly combination
of all that is good, and pure, and holy in our human nature. May this union he perfected
and endure for ever! May it fill the earth and subdue it, and remain unbroken and
unchanged till the night of the last day closes over the ruins of the world."
Not only does it eulogize religion and liberty together as inseparable, it also become a point at which people of differing faiths can come together in respectful agreement.  The Catholic is no longer distrusted as his loyalty to this ideal is made evident.  Instead of being described as a secretive and evil conspirator, he is described as a candid, straightforward journalist.  Humanity has been restored to at least one group that had been marginalized. 
There would still be prejudices and fears that would spring from our understandings or misunderstandings of religion, but that will always be the case while we do not have perfect knowledge.  Religion would still be the cause of division and just as surely it would be a factor that motivated union.  It was a part of the moral fabric of society.  It was often equated with culture and civilization.  It was considered necessary for positive social interaction and a tool that could be used either towards liberty or oppression.  It offered a framework within which people could be judged or accepted.  It was a necessary and ever present reminder of our frailty in the midst of a growing individualism.