Saturday, December 30, 2023

Psalm 131

I recently experimented, quite briefly, with what could be said in 100 words that might be worth reading. Of course countless intellects are capable of that. Whether I am is another matter. This morning, with limited time and grace for knowing I mustn't linger, I thought to myself, "What could be said in 10 minutes that might be worth reading?

Perhaps this is a new high, or low, for ephemerality. The absolute avalanche of words unleashed every day has little worth, mostly due to the impossible volume. How can one possibly sort out what is worth reading, and not?

Perhaps this Psalm helps, my daily reading:

Psalm 131 Lord, my heart is not haughty, nor mine eyes lofty: neither do I exercise myself in great matters, or in things too high for me. Surely I have behaved and quieted myself, as a child that is weaned of his mother: my soul is even as a weaned child. Let Israel hope in the Lord from henceforth and for ever.

The pronouncement of self is either hubris or humility or, likely, something in between. I'm afraid I can't pray the Psalm without repentance; without asking, "Lord, make it so of me, deliver me from haughtiness, of thinking the words I have to say are the last word, have any true freight at all."

And then I am mercifully brought back to two things:

    1. The unabashed, innocent attitude of a child. the daring to be as we are with a miraculous lack of self-awareness that says, "I can trust God to do with me as he will and that He will do good." So maybe all the self-worry and over-seriousness can dissolve in a childlike trust of my heavenly Father.

    2. "Let Israel hope in the Lord." Which is to say in another way what #1 already said. At the end of the day, at our last breath, at the end of ourselves in any fashion -- the happiest of places to be -- we find our only hope really ever was and is in God.

That is enough -- 10 minutes with a bit allowed for editing.

Love to all, and to all a good morning!

 


Saturday Shabbat: Note to Self on Pride

I thought this may be an apt day for meditation, quiet, preparation. The musing below came a few years ago after I had nearly complicated a project way beyond necessary. Why had this happened? Because I did not want to ask for help. The man behind the counter knew the exact answer, and turned an $80 project into $20. Why don't we ask for help? Many reasons I suppose, but when I received help I stopped and wrote down the effect on my soul, heart and mind.

Note to Self on Pride

Pride likes to masquerade as independence, even resourcefulness.
Be humble, ask for help, for information. Allow yourself to imagine you may not know the
answer. At all.

Allow the other person to help you. Maybe, just maybe, they know something you don't. Let them
share your life by making it better, more rounded, happier, freer, because better informed and
more connected.

Some lessons, through dint of repetition, finally sink in. The soul-tears are real, but happy.

Friday, December 29, 2023

Fun Friday

 The world of ideas is infinite -- enjoy the journey!

I am often saying, with a smile, "We'll see how this writing thing goes." The week between Christmas and New Years is often slow, a very welcome slow. And so one imagines doing things not considered in normal days. Every year I imagine the summer will be different, more will get done, normal routines will continue, and especially it will not be so hectic!! Again, warm smile of realization. The most difficult is the loss of routine. Somewhere in April the season begins to take charge and by June you just hang on. Maybe it will be different this year. Best to sort of go with it, insist on a few fixed things, and enjoy the magic of summer in the land of the midnight sun! All to say, if I am able to maintain this routine in any suitable fashion it will be nigh unto a miracle.

But that is not the subject for these notes. Travel is. Today our younger son and I will go on a road trip beyond the Arctic Circle. I have made this trip three times, once going all the way to Prudhoe Bay during the peak of Fall. That was spectacular! 

If you know much about Alaska you remember the oil pipeline built in the mid-70's, one of the greatest engineering feats in the world, traveling near 900 miles through extreme climates, over rivers, underground, and scaling three mountain ranges. The road to the Arctic Circle and beyond to the oil fields of Prudhoe Bay was established so the pipeline could be be built, and it included the first and only bridge over the Yukon River. 

From our house the Arctic Circle is a little over 200 miles. From there we will likely go to Coldfoot, a truckstop with cafe near Wiseman

and then, depending, may go on to Atigun Pass before returning home. If we go the farthest it will be about 700 miles round trip.

What is the Arctic Circle? Some may wonder if it is a physical marking of some kind. No, it is not visible and in fact they say it moves slightly each year. The Arctic Circle is the line above which Winter Solstice sees the sun fail to crest the horizon and Summer Solstice sees it fail to dip below the horizon. One day the sun never rises, one day the sun never sets: that tells us where the circle is. I'm glad we don't have to figure out where that happens. There's a sign, a small park, even a camping area.

Since we are only one week past the Winter Solstice, the days are still quite dark. We will be strategic about travel so we have optimal light for various locations. We'd like some light when we cross the bridge, for example. Atigun is far enough north the sun will not rise tomorrow, but it is scheduled to rise for the first time in one week on January 5th. The days get longer by a shocking 30 minutes each day, but it can't keep that pace. Some times of the year days gain or lose only one minute change and we are told the average is about 7 minutes. 

Weather is supposed to be a manageable - 9 F, and the skies are supposed to be clear. For this we are glad. The moon will be a few days off full, but it sets for a few hours in the afternoon, giving us black skies for star gazing and potential Northern Lights.

That's all for now. We've done our due diligence and look forward to leaving at a very early hour. Maybe I'll share some pictures next week. Prayers appreciated!

[Below is a chart for sunrise/sunset at Atigun Pass for December 2023.]







Thursday, December 28, 2023

Theology Thursday

 Always in theology "our reach exceeds our grasp," but what we gain in the reaching is worth it!

The biggest problem of unity and diversity is relational – how do we get along with all of our differences?

As he that denies [the Trinity] may lose his soul so he that tries to understand it may lose his wits.

Everyone is a theologian because theology most basically is simply thinking about what matters most, what is ultimate. Or as the philosophers have it, the summum bonum: “greatest good.” Everyone deals with this concern. Another way to put it is from the late Methodist theologian, Dennis Kinlaw, who said, “Consider an idea long enough and you push it to philosophy; keep at it and you wind up in theology.”

As I think on theology I readily acknowledge my lack. I am happy and joyful to delve in and continue to learn, and those who have pursued years of rigorous study have my utmost respect.

Among the various theologians I read in Seminary was one Colin Gunton, a noted British scholar who died in 2003 at the age of 62. I understood he was a specialist in Trinitarian theology – that particular area of thought that is impossibly difficult while being deeply significant because dealing with the intrinsic nature of God. Our teacher, the much-loved and deeply-learned Dr. Bill Ury, shared with us from his own work a line by a 17th century divine: “As he that denies [the Trinity] may lose his soul so he that tries to understand it may lose his wits.” Indeed.

I enjoyed reading Gunton. He wrote with clarity, and he was not stuffy with terms and jargon. The title that caught my mind the most was from the 1992 Bampton Lectures entitled The One, the Three and the Many, which I will briefly peruse for this Theology Thursday.

But first, my own sense of things regarding Trinitarian thought is most helped by thinking on a fundamental problem of life: finding unity in diversity. This is a problem in civic life – striking an ideal and leading in a way that all can follow. It is illustrated in education by the very name “University.” How does one tie all the fields of study together? How do they relate? In other words, How do we unify this diversity? Ironically (or not) the classical answer gave theology itself as the queen, the unifying point. And that makes perfect sense if theology is understood to be the highest possible study.

But the main display of the problem of unity and diversity is relational – how on earth do we get along with all of our differences dividing us? And this very real problem finds its most basic ground of understanding in the way the Church has tried to understand God as Trinity: “Being in Communion." This means the very being of God is defined in terms of the relations among the persons of the Trinity. Each is distinct, and each distinct person is understood or defined in terms of relationship to the others. This is community at the most fundamental level and because it is the very nature of God by which our own natures are indelibly stamped.

Is there time to look at Gunton? A bit. One of the things I loved about Dr. Ury was his use of selected portions of texts or articles, refusing to assign the whole book if a chapter here or there was most helpful to the issue at hand. With this text of Gunton's the table of contents was choice. I am not an academic theologian so if this kind of order is normal I am unaware. I just loved it for the descriptive layout of what was at hand. So helpful, so delicious. Have a look:

Tying in Havel, for example, drew me in. I didn't know about Heraclitus but would find out.

Disappearing other” and “loss of the particular” seemed exactly right and ripe for discussion. I was hooked. What must he mean by all of this – a total of eight chapters progressing through? It must be a feast of inquiry and meaning.

For now, one subheading will do “Gnosticism renewed,” beginning in page 94 in my edition.

In reading this portion I renew my love for the writer and learn what I can. Among others, he cites Polanyi's seminal work Personal Knowledge, and makes the case that modernity is giving us a new gnosticism: it denies intrinsic goodness in the spatio-temporal order and overplays confidence in the “possibilities of free human action towards it.”

Further he says modernity “equates temporality with meaninglessness,” an idea that seems to echo the central complaint of the Preacher in Ecclesiastes. The answer of modern ideologies, Gunton says, has been to elevate rationality and human freedom as actual or tantamount creators of reality.

A split arises something like this: rationality cannot avoid connection to the body, unless we imagine ourselves as essentially minds propped up by bodies. But a dualism is required and the bodily reality of human persons is, in effect, blanched out or denied. This is per se gnosticm.

Can any of this make sense to real life for people? 

Of course it can and does, for it deals with reality. Do our bodies matter, or don't they? If they do, what intrinsic nature do they have? Does the obvious delineation of male human bodies and female human bodies have real bearing in reality, or is it subject to the mind alone? Making it subject to science alone is no complete answer because in Polanyi we see the central role of intellectual tradition in reaching and maintaining sound understanding.

Tradition, in that brief portion of the chapter, is thus a hedge against error. The too-easy disdain of tradition as being anti-freedom is a folly oft repeated.

Gnosticism will always tempt us with its elixir which, when drunk, makes us know we have the answers in our head, forgetting such heads have a history and present reality rooted in that which we are, and what we are must have a voice necessarily intrinsic to reason and thus impossible to be denied.

Happily considered. That is all.

Tuesday, December 19, 2023

Word of a Friend

 Word of a Friend

The word of a friend can salve a soul;
binding, minding, showing, knowing.
The hours and life and years make possible 
in ways mysterious and real. The words tinged, countless, 
in discourse tumbled: soft and hard, 
fine and plain, sweet and strained by turns.

Who you are and what you mean” --
a spoken gratitude with clasped hand.
And, “Your life shows Heaven's grace,” he said,
not knowing, perhaps, how needed, healing, sating.
For persons feel poverty, induced by self and 
circumstance: by sin, to be short.

But friends can heal and words borne of love
in craft and timing go to ground of being,
rearrange, call to account, give wind to vapid lies, 
restore, make known, embolden, birth joy.

This my friend did for me a Sunday night past.
This verse says “Thank you.”