Sunday, May 30, 2010

Jesus in the New Yorker, letter to editor, who knows


if they'll take it.



I greatly appreciated Adam Gopnik’s essay “What Did Jesus Do?” As a participant in an evangelical and extremely good hearted Christian Church, I often feel that I’m a little crazy for having the sorts of thoughts that, from this article, I realized many people have been having for many years.

Like: If Jesus knew He was God, or really, really close, and the obvious end to all human life is death, and He knew his place after Death was a lock, what is the grand tragedy, other than a day of extremely unpleasant suffering? We all die. Many with more that a day of intense and awful suffeing. He got to join humanity in that. Good.

But the main craziness I feel is the contradiction between a gospel of Love Your Enemies; Cast not the First Stone; Judge Not that Ye Not be Judged, and then all the judgment that Christians have about those who don’t believe that this is the one route to …. Whatever. Heaven let’s say.

“My Way or the Highway” is certainly a favorite human attitude, and more than one of my ex-mates would gladly testify to my shortcomings in this area, but to base a religion of love and freedom from judgment on a premise that yeah, yeah, love is great and all that, but by the way: if you don’t do it our way: judgment, damnation, eternal suffering. Tough cookies for those who don’t line up on our side.

Which could be summed up something like, Christianity is really great, and wouldn’t it be even greater if Christians were Christian about those who didn’t subscribe to their take on the path to salvation (or their idea of what salvation is. OR, their ideas of what the “sins” are that bare the route to “salvation,” and so on.)

Okay, that’s a mess, to my mind, and then this article helped clarify that this isn’t just a trait unfortunately adopted by the Church under Paul’s zeal and guidance and organization building. This lack of tolerance is conveyed in the Gospels by Jesus Himself.

Which is to say: along the way Jesus isn’t very Christian. Gads, what to do with that?

Well, I’ve pondered down these roads many a year, and in reading this article a number of times come to a possible conclusion that Jesus, as a real man, born into a real time in history, was like most real humans, deeply dependant on his cultural biases in his perception of the world.

So he’s divine, maybe all along, or maybe he discovers what enlightened people have throughout history, that in a certain state He is divine. But he’s in this tradition of a people of the Book, and all these prophets, and a tradition of My Way or the Highway, our Way is right, we are the Chosen People, you all other people don’t really cut it, too bad, repent, get your act together, become just like us.

“Why can’t a woman think like a man,” says Henry Higgins. Why can’t you think like me, thinks every wife of her husband, every husband of his wife, every leftist of those on the right, every Republican of every Democrat.

We can have humor about this, or get serious, life and death, what a temptation if you can walk on water and whatnot, to let those who don’t buy your way know that they are going to suffer eternal damnation.

Alas, perhaps the damnation of anyone to and or in “hell” is the suffering that we all suffer, in the good old here and now, in this daily life on this ongoing planet, whenever we condemn, judge, feel superior to, angry at, dismissive of any other human. I.e., when we forget to “Love Our Enemy.” Righteousness is such a tempting poison, but when we feel what goes on in our hearts, minds, spirits, behavior, breathing even when we are busy in the world of “Me Right, You Wrong,” we are certainly far from happiness, and close to hell, if not well dammed / damned up in it.

There’s a thesis in here, which I’m in no hurry to round out. And, thanks so much Adam Gopnik and the New Yorker for giving me, and I hope many others, so much nourishment in the possibilities of real faith combined with real intelligence.

Chris Elms, Orcas Island, Washington.

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Saturday, August 30, 2008

today, without camera

today,
Saturday
without camera,

we are in Berkeley

this strange "we"
that is not going
to last forever

and I always knew
that
and somehow
I wanted three years in this
new house

and so
be it

we are in Berkeley
and we are taking Marlie's daughter
around

Sweet Rose
with a new fun hairdo
and an excitement about life

we do a farmer's market
always a feast in Berkeley
and then we do a fancy
pizza at the cheese board

if you know Berkeley
you know that scene
if not
fine

we go to a park
they eat the pizza,
or Marlie has a few bites
and then Marlie and I feast on
cucumber and goat cheese
and
pear

cucumber and pear from Sonoma
goat cheese
raw milk goat cheese from the market

we feast,
and the park is next to a carousel
and we ride the painted
ponies
going round and round

and up and down

life

we go to a Botanical Garden
Tilden Botanical Garden
full of plants from California,
trees
and shrubs and
flowers
and vines
and pathways
and a creek
and rockway
delicious paths built in the WPA days

new impressions

we
ride a steam train
in another part of the park

we walk through the Rockridge
College Avenue section of Oakland
and take Rose
to the Bart

we don't burden
Rose with our "problems"
she has a wonderful day

we have a nice day
giving her a nice
day

simple
coming home
feeling and acting in love

and then
we go
to sleep

mystery:
what will become of all this

and life
keeps moving
on

where?
I don't know
we don't know

scary?
exciting?
confusing?
invigorating?

Yes.

Good.

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Thursday, September 27, 2007

This is "hard." Is that true?

hillside in early spring

"this is hard:
doing
a post a day."

the thought arises,
the unhappiness and blocking
begin to form

and,
to the rescue:
4 questions
and a turn around.


is that true?
i don't know

can i absolutely know that this is true?
no.

How feel when attach to "hard" story?
burdened, weak, confused, stressed

how and who would i be without the "hard" story?
Amused, curious, what am i going to write today?

Turn around:
This is not hard,
a post a day

la la
when in doubt
or confused
or stressed

The Work of Byron Katie (thework.com)
is always useful,
so clear and
focuses me
back on the source
of all my misery
and all my happiness:

me and my thoughts about
What is.

and what does that
have to do
with Parenting?

everything

because when it's "hard"
is when we really can show the kids
how a person
can be present and loving
even when the dice
are stacked against them

show them how when the going gets tough
the tough
get loving
and
now-ing

wow

ciao,
chris


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