Saturday, October 27, 2012

A Sunset's Challenge to Unbelief (GH Day 20)

Earlier this evening I was reading "Bishop Blougram's Apology" by Robert Browning for my poetry class. It's a lengthy poem & a dramatic monologue (where the narrator is speaking to someone else as if in a monologue or soliloquy within a play, but we only are given his voice and have to construct the surrounding story from what is revealed). It's also in part a work of apologetics (that is, a defense of the Faith: hence, the title).

At one point, the narrator, a bishop giving an interview to an unbelieving journalist, asks him to imagine that they are both unbelievers and to reason from that premise:

And now what are we? unbelievers both,
Calm and complete, determinedly fixed
To-day, to-morrow, forever, pray?
You'll guarantee me that? Not so, I think.
. . . how can we guard our unbelief,
Make it bear fruit to us?—the problem here.
Just when we are safest, there's a sunset-touch,
A fancy from a flower-bell, someone's death, . . .
And that's enough for fifty hopes and fears
As old and new at once as Nature's self,
To rap and knock and enter in our soul, . . .
The grand Perhaps! (lines 174-91)

In other words, writes Browning, humans can think they are safe from challenges to their unbelief, but all it takes is something as seemingly simple as a sunset to awaken the question within our soul: what if there is a God?

One of the joys of living only a few miles from the coast is that I can frequently grab the opportunity to view a sunset on the Pacific Ocean. A few weeks ago, watching one of these sunsets at my new favorite park, I remarked to a friendly passer-by that only God could have painted such a sunset, as it was beyond a human's ability to even conceive of something so varied and beautiful. He agreed, and it opened the door for planting at least this first seed of the Gospel: that God is our Creator.

George Herbert also reminds us that the sun should point us toward our Creator in his poem "Mattens," which is actually about the sunrise. Since I don't ever see the sunrise, I'll apply his words to the setting sun instead:

Teach me Thy love to know;
That this new light, which now I see
May both the work and workman show;
Then by a sun-beam I will climb to Thee. (stanza 5)

This final stanza of "Mattens" comes on the heels of a lament that man "did not heaven and earth create, / Yet studies them, not Him by Whom they be" (lines 15-16). Herbert's hope is that creation will reveal to us both itself ("work") and its Creator ("workman").

My picture above captures the sunbeams on the water at Dana Point, CA. In a play on words, Herbert alludes to Christ's cross (sun/Son + beam [of wood]) as the way he will "climb" to the Father. May our thoughts climb to Heaven when we view a sunrise or sunset, and may unbelievers that we know experience this "sunset-touch," as Browning calls it, and come to faith through the Son's beam.

Friday, October 19, 2012

Special Delivery (GH Day 19)

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Who doesn't like to receive real mail? You know, snail mail, the paper-and-envelope type. And the rarer it gets, the more special it becomes. I received a card the other day from a dear friend who ministers to people by sending them encouraging card notes.   

The same day I received her sweet card, I read the news that stamp prices will be going up yet again. I don't even know what a stamp costs now. That's part of the insidious scheme of the "forever" stamps: to keep us in ignorance of how much we're actually paying.   

Aren't you glad that mail to Heaven is still free? Or, rather, that Someone Else has paid the cost of that postage for us. I introduced George Herbert's poem "The Bag" in a previous blog, but only quoted from the first part of the poem: the Incarnation description. The second half of the poem (stanzas 3-6) picks up after Christ has died, accomplishing his mission in the crucifixion:

But as he was returning, there came one          
     That ran upon him with a spear.          
     He, who came hither all alone,          
     Bringing nor man, nor arms, nor fear,          
     Receiv’d the blow upon his side,
And straight he turn’d, and to his brethren cry’d, 

If ye have any thing to send or write,          
     I have no bag, but here is room:          
     Unto my Fathers hands and sight,          
     Beleeve me, it shall safely come.          
     That I shall minde, what you impart;
Look, you may put it very neare my heart. 

Or if hereafter any of my friends          
     Will use me in this kinde, the doore          
     Shall still be open; what he sends          
     I will present, and somewhat more,          
     Not to his hurt.  Sighs will convey
Any thing to me.  Harke, Despair away.*
      

What ties in the rest of "The Bag" with my theme today is its metaphysical conceit (or somewhat far-fetched extended metaphor). As is often the case with Herbert, the poem's title reveals its controlling metaphor: Christ is like a mailbag worn by a messenger (like a postman), delivering our mail to God.   

His incarnate flesh is the bag, its opening the slit in his side produced by the Roman soldier's spear. Like the postman, Christ calls for our mail, for his job is to be the Mediator between God and men (1 Timothy 2), making intercession for the transgressors (Isaiah 53:12). He keeps our requests, writes Herbert, near his heart, and will deliver them safely to the Recipient.(How's that for  certified mail?)   

We have One who not only guarantees us access to God, but will add his "somewhat more" (last stanza) to our requests. Both now and "hereafter," Christ is the true forever stamp.

* “The Bag” quote from Christian Classics Ethereal Library

Wednesday, October 3, 2012

One Reason I Teach the Wife of Bath's Tale (GH Day 18)

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I was listening to an old sermon from my pastor today and at the same time contemplating the exam I’m giving my British Literature Survey class over medieval literature. My pastor was preaching on Christ’s “emptying himself,” as described in Philippians 2, and how Christ, in doing so, chose to give up his powerful, exalted position in Heaven in order to assume a fleshly form and live a life of poverty. As an example of just how humbled Christ was in the Incarnation, my pastor referenced Matthew’s account of Jesus, who, unlike the foxes with dens and birds with nests, had no place to lay his head. In this way, Jesus in his earthly life was humbled even below these animals.

What struck me was that these are the same two passages I had referenced last week in teaching Geoffrey Chaucer’s Wife of Bath’s Tale. Further, that Jesus chose to give up his exalted place and humble himself in the Incarnation is what Chaucer’s tale emphasizes as well, and now I think I understand better how the example of Jesus’ choice not only functions within the tale, but serves as a spiritual lesson for the tale’s readers (past and present).

Here’s the passage from Phil. 2:

Your attitude should be the same as that of Christ Jesus:
Who, being in very nature God,
did not consider equality with God
something to be grasped,
but made himself nothing,
taking the very nature of a servant,
being made in human likeness.
And being found in appearance as a man,
he humbled himself
and became obedient to death—
even death on a cross! (5-8)

The context is that of selfishness and disunity in the church: “in humility consider others better than yourselves,” writes Paul (3).

This is the lesson that the knight in Chaucer’s Wife of Bath’s Tale needs to learn. He has been married off to an old woman as a punishment of sorts and now objects to her being poor and of a low class. Hiding behind his aristocratic origins, the knight refuses to be in a union with this woman who is so obviously (in his and society’s minds) beneath him. In answer to his objections to her, the ugly old woman cites the example of Jesus:

The hye God, on whom that we bileve,
In willful povert chees to live his lyf.
And certes evry man, mayden, or wyf,
May understonde that Jesus, hevene king,
Ne wolde nat chese a vicious living.

If God the Son, Heaven’s King, chose (the woman uses this word twice) to give up his high position in order to live a life of poverty, states the woman, than to be poor must not be a bad thing. If it was good enough for Jesus, then it should be good enough for this knight that his new wife comes from a poor, low-class background. Furthermore, the implication is that the knight, who is of the highest class in medieval society, should take the example of Jesus and humble himself, letting go of his selfishness and his class prejudices, to consider this ugly, old woman above himself.

The lesson is just as applicable for us as for Chaucer’s readers or Paul’s readers. Why is it so hard to humble ourselves for the sake of others as the high God did for us? And, yet, it is as hard for us often times as it is for the knight before the low-class woman in Chaucer’s tale (which has a happy ending, by the way—it’s amazing what mutual yielding and a bit of fairy dust can do).

But what does this have to do with George Herbert, you’ve been wondering? Well, because every time I think of Christ’s kenosis in Philippians 2, I think of imagery from Herbert’s poem “The Bag,” in which Christ’s descending from Heaven to Earth in the Incarnation is depicted as a disrobing of the “God of power” (stanza 2). He begins riding through the heavens, clothed in “His majestic robes of glory,” but “one day / He did descend, undressing all the way” (stanza 2). In the next stanza he continues descending, disrobing as he goes:

The stars His ‘tire of light and rings obtained,
    The cloud his bow, the fire His spear,
    The sky His azure mantle gained;
    And when they asked what He would wear,
    He smiled, and said as He did go,
He had new clothes a-making here below (stanza 3).

The Lord throws his weapons of war and his finery onto the stars and other inhabitants of the heavens as one would toss trousers and shirt onto an obliging chair. I’m reminded once again of Chaucer’s knight in The Wife of Bath’s Tale, who stands in the bedroom without his shining armor, coat of arms, and clothing made of fine fabrics as he is confronted by his ugly wife. After all, bedtime is a leveler of classes: peasant and prince both look the same in a humble nightgown.

But back to Christ’s much greater humbling: the “God of power” having shed his attire continues to descend:

When He was come, as travelers are wont,
    He did repair unto an inn.
    Both then, and after, many a brunt
    He did endure to cancel sin;
    And having given the rest before,
Here He gave up His life to pay our score (stanza 4).

From riding majestically in the heavens, God the Son descends to a humble inn, and, having given up his glory, he gives up what remains, his life, for our sake.

What else is there to say?