Have you seen Tartuffe? A play by the French playwright Moliere, Tartuffe is a study in the dangers of religious hypocrisy. Although Moliere was directing it at the Catholic Church (the dominant religion of sixteenth century France), his observations are relevant to any religious tradition today. Besides the problem of evil (briefly, if God is omnipotent and good, why do evil and suffering exist: cannot God do something?), nothing pushes people from religion, of any sort, more than hypocrisy. Why can't people of faith live in a way that is consistent with what they preach?
It's a worthy accusation and, unfortunately, all too true. There is not a person of faith anywhere on the planet whose behavior always aligns perfectly with what she believes. And it doesn't do to say, well, this person is forgiven by God. While this may well be, it does not resolve the pain that poor behavior causes for those who experience it.WordandTruth
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Wednesday, May 15, 2024
Friday, May 10, 2024
How much will a person do to survive? It's an age old question. I thought of it anew when I read Stephen Crane's Maggie, A Girl of the Streets recently. Most of us know Stephen Crane as the author of the Civil War drama, Red Badge of Courage. In Maggie, however, Crane presents us with a very different dimension of human experience.
out. Maggie chronicles the sordid life of a girl named Maggie who, with her mother, father, and brother, try to survive in New York City's underside during the Industrial Revolution. It describes an extremely difficult world, one of poverty, pain, and despair, a world that, like the world of Emile Zola's Germinal, leaves one wondering why anyone in it even bothers to live. It is a world without hope, a lonely and arduous world into which one is born with absolutely no way out.
Wednesday, May 8, 2024
Many years ago, when the church we were attending was preparing to celebrate its fiftieth anniversary, I was asked to write the script for the video presentation a committee was developing to commemorate the occasion. After some thought and prayer, I settled on the initial verses of Psalm 90 as my opening. They read, "Lord, You have been our dwelling place in all generations. Before the mountains were born or You gave birth to the world, even from everlasting to everlasting, You are God."
Big picture, we little humans have no clue as to how things appear when they do or why things happen as they do. Usually, all we see are the effects and results. In like manner, when our church began those fifty years ago, no one knew what would happen. All they knew was that they believed that their efforts were in the hands of God.When we were touring Nova
And still are. The threads of belief are lengthy; we cannot measure their full effects. But their longevity should tell us something about the nature of belief: if it is rooted in truth, it will endure.
Tuesday, May 7, 2024
Fireflies? The other day I was looking at the work of New Mexico artist Kit Lynch (we own one of her paintings). One of her current works depicts a night sky, shot through with falling stars, hovering over a river on whose bank we see enormous clouds of fireflies. The total effect is mesmerizing.
In studying this painting, I was reminded of a time a few years ago when my wife and I were staying at a cabin in the mountains of Albania. When darkness finally arrived (it was the night of the summer solstice), all we could see were fireflies: massive swarms of light filling the sky. It was a remarkable sight. All the more because there was very little ambient light to distract our largely citified eyes: a vision of another world.
Which is my point. Broadly speaking, the life of a firefly is rather evanescent. A firefly appears for a couple of months at the peak of the summer, then disappears, not to return for another year. When the firefly's lights shine, however, it captures all that is confounding, amusing, and amazing about existence: lovely yet transient, pointless yet entirely not, rippling with beauty and wonder that overwhelms all before it.
That's life. It's also why life is: the personal experience of a personal creation. And creator.
Monday, May 6, 2024
As our Jewish brethren remembers Yom HaShoah (the day of the Holocaust or Catastrophe), which commemorates the Warsaw Ghetto Uprising, today, I think about a movie which I've watched several times, God on Trial. Towards the end of the movie, one of the actors, all of whom are inmates at the Nazi concentration camp at Auschwitz, contends that God is not good, but merely "on our side." In other words, the only reason a Jew might say that God is good is because he has made them his covenant people and is therefore "for" them. If God wasn't on their side, then perhaps he would not be good.
If this is true, are those who do not believe in God simply doomed to be born and die, eternally separated from their creator? What is the point of their lives?Friday, May 3, 2024
How much do you know about Siberia? Although the writings of Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn about Stalin's Gulags have tended to create, for many of us, feelings of dread about the region, the land itself remains magnificent. Remote, largely pristine, and perched on the edge of forest and tundra, an enduring gateway to the deepest Arctic, Siberia is a spectacular place.
As I have been reading George Kennan's (yes, he is related to the twentieth century American diplomat) account of his journey through the region in the late nineteenth century, I have thought much about the irony of how sometimes places of the most remarkable beauty become places of the most chilling horror. It's tragic.Thursday, May 2, 2024
Perhaps you've heard of Richard Dawkins. Dawkins is one of the so-called "New Atheists" who have, in the last ten or so years, made quite a name for themselves in their, somewhat shallow I might add, critiques of religion and all things religious. The other day, I listened to a brief interview with Dawkins. The interviewer was soliciting his views about Christmas.
Dawkins said that he loved Christmas. He loves singing the carols, loves the warmth of family that the holiday tends to generate, loves the decorations; in fact, he loves everything about Christmas. Except the original reason for its existence.
Moreover, in reply to a question about Islam, Dawkins acknowledged that he would rather not see it become more popular in Great Britain (he is British, as was the interviewer). Why? For him, Islam promotes violence, demeans women, tends to encourage hate, and more.
Although any number of Christian and Islamic scholars could easily point out the ignorance and limits of Dawkins's critique of Islam, that's not the point. What I found most intriguing was that he was willing to draw a distinction between two worldviews whose foundations he totally rejected.
I must therefore draw a page from Austrian philosopher Ludwig Wittgenstein who observed, in a well known phrase, "Whereof one cannot speak, thereof one must be silent"
Do enjoy Christmas, Mr. Dawkins. Be willing, however, to understand why we even celebrate it in the first place.