Friday, November 9, 2012

You Gotta Have Faith

George and I were having coffee when he said, “I'm attending a twelve-step group.” He continued, “Several months ago I hit bottom and had to admit that I was addicted.” “I used to make fun of twelve-step groups because they seem so programmed.” “I'm just now beginning to see the wisdom in the twelve steps, particularly the first three.” He then recited these steps to me: “1. We admit that our life is out of control. 2. We acknowledge a higher power who can return us to sanity. 3. We decide to turn our will and lives over to God as we understand God.”

George continued, “This higher power stuff is strange because I'm an atheist, or at least an agnostic. I don't really believe in God. Yet there is something about the group. I see other addicts whose lives are changing through their involvement. I guess my higher power is this twelve-step group. I'm beginning to believe that my life too can change if I am willing to trust the process.”

George paused and looked at me. “You know, I was raised in a religious home.” “I went to church school where I was taught the beliefs of my religious tradition. But they never really took. I enjoyed my friends and the group outings, but I didn't believed all the stuff they taught me about God. It was like they were trying to convince me that God was a super hero. My friends were concerned that I had lost my faith.”

I've thought a lot about this conversation with George, and I am reminded of another comment he made. He said, “Faith is not about belief. It's about trust and longing.” In this context, George has faith. But it's not based on a creed or a specific world view. It's based on the ongoing life experience of his twelve-step group.

When I titled this reflection, “You Gotta Have Faith,” I was not implying that we 'ought' to have faith. Rather, I was stating my assumption that faith is just a reality of our life situation. We all have a set of operating assumptions and practices that guide us. These may be as simple as, “I trust my intuition;” or “I trust my intelligence and physical stamina;” or “I trust my family and friends to support me.”

Some of us attach a belief statement to these practices. “I trust that God will guide and protect me;” or “I trust the economic and military power of the United States.” Yet ultimately, these belief statements are simply world views that are consistent with the practices that provide us with security and meaning in our lives.

It used to be that our religious, political and cultural institutions reinforced our practices and belief statements. For many of us, these institutions no longer provide this grounding. This trend is manifest in recent polls on religious affiliation. The fastest growing group nationally is those who no longer claim an affiliation. This is complemented by the fact that increasing numbers of people identify themselves as “spiritual but not religious.”

Many of us feel cut off, alone and disquieted; and we consciously or unconsciously cast about for ways to ease this dilemma. Some of us turn to religious and political groups that describe the world in terms of simplistic polarities. Either you believe or you don't believe. Having done this, we can demonize those whose world view differs from our own. Others search for answers in spiritual and esoteric traditions different from their own. Still others deny the problem all together, relying on one technical fix after another to maintain a status quo that is no longer sustainable.

As I ponder the issues raised in my conversation with George, I am increasingly convinced that, like my friend, we may be hitting bottom as a society. Like the addict, we are confronted by the fact that our present coping mechanisms, or faith practices, are inadequate to the challenge. The incredibly polarized presidential election and the devastation of super storm Sandy have put us on notice. Global warming is a real and present danger as is the political dysfunction in our land. We are addicted to cultural values that are killing us. In traditional religious language, we are beginning to realize that we have been worshipping false Gods.

Now remember, I'm not speaking belief systems here. I'm speaking of the fact that the collective practices that we have developed to promote meaning and wholeness in are lives are inadequate. Put another way, our values are out of whack. These misdirected values are manifest, not by what we say we value, but by how we live. And as with the addict who who hopes that one more addictive hit will satisfy this need, we continue to feed our collective addictions hoping to satisfy our yearning for security and meaning.

So how do we move from step one to step two in twelve-step terminology? How do we acknowledge a higher power that can return us to sanity? Again, step two does not require a belief statement. As with my friend George, we are not required to believe in God, particularly not the God we rejected in our earlier lives, to engage step two. What is required is that we get in touch with our deep yearning for wholeness. What is further required is that this yearning causes us to proceed as if there is a source of healing that can move us from the insanity of our destructive cultural practices to the sanity of healthy, nondestructive ones.

When we proceed in this way, step three will follow. We will begin to explore and engage in practices that are less destructive. In terms of global warming, we will be attracted to people who are reducing their carbon footprint on he earth. These may be folks who are composting, who are car pooling or who are paying more attention to the beauty of the creation. The point is, that we will do this not to be politically correct but because we yearn to be healthier, both individually. and collectively.. We will begin to appreciate the insanity of our addictive practices. We will seek help from others to develop practices that provide greater wholeness and meaning in our lives. In twelve-step language we will begin turning our will and life over to God as we understand God. Put another way, we will begin to trust these developing practices because they result in positive changes in our lives and culture.

The issues I am discussing here are not new. The mystics in all religious traditions have been grappling with questions such as these for more than a thousand years. Furthermore, one doesn't have to be an expert in meditation techniques to engage this material. What is required is the yearning, the personal honesty and the ability to accept help from others in changing our practices.

John Kirvan has written two little books of meditations which I have found useful in this regard. They are titled, God Hunger and Raw Faith. In these little books, Kirvan focusses on the lives and teachings of mystics from Jewish, Christian and Moslem traditions, mystics from ancient to modern times.

Listen to what these mystics have to say that may apply to our present situation:

Simone Weil (pronouced 'vey') (1909-1943)1 “wrote with the clarity of a brilliant mind educated in the best French schools, the social conscience of a grass-roots labor organizer and the certainty and humility of a Christian mystic. She stayed out of any church, but her passionate need to share the sufferings of others led her to fight with the anarchists in the Spanish Civil War, to work as a field hand and unskilled laborer, and ultimately to die in England from TB complicated by her refusing to eat more than Hitler's rations allotted to her countrymen in occupied France.” Weil proclaimed, “To believe in God is not a decision we can make. All we can do is to decide not to give our love to false Gods.”

Blaise Pascal (1623-1632)2 a mathematician and scientist, was one of the geniuses of modern France. “At 10:30 and for two hours on the evening of November 23, 1654 he had a life shaping experience of God. He forgot 'all the world and all things except for God.'” From this time forward his heart had found truths that his formidable reasoning couldn't fathom. Yet Pascal the scientist could not give up his reason. So, like many of us, Pascal was stretched between the extremes of experience and reason. As he put it, “We want truth and find only uncertainty in ourselves.”

Henri J. Nouwen (1932-1996)3 was a psychiatrist, priest, intellectual and prolific writer, a professor at Notre Dame, Yale and Harvard. People read his writings, not only because of their spiritual insights, but because he was willing to expose his own frailty, his bouts with depression and doubt. He, like Pascal, bridged the gap between academia (psychology and theology) and the life of the spirit. During the last years of his life, he served as pastor at L'Arche Daybreak near Toronto, a community where people with developmental disabilities and their friends lived together. While there, he developed a deep friendship with Adam Arnett and cared for him, a man who never spoke a word. Nouwen was willing to risk because, as he put it, “Ultimately we must choose between security and freedom.”

Rumi (Muhammad Jalal al-Din – 1207-1273),4 one of history's greatest mystic poets, has influenced both the Moslem and Christian worlds. In 1244, Rumi, the brilliant scholar, met and fell in love with Shams el Din of Tabriz, a wandering dervish. For two years they danced, prayed and sang together until Sahms was murdered, probably by Rumi's relatives. Through his love for Shams, Rumi, a spiritual neophyte became a poet and mystic, realizing that the mystery of love bridged the gap between the physical and spiritual worlds. Rumi put it this way, “ No Heaven, no earth just this mysterious place we walk in dazedly . .”

Rabbi Abraham Joshua Heschel (1907-1972)5 was born in Poland to a family of respected rabbis. He received his doctorate at the University of Berlin. In the late 1930s, Rabbi Heschel was arrested by the Gestapo and deported to Poland. He escaped to London just a few weeks prior to the German invasion of Poland. His mother and three sisers were killed by the Nazis. Heschel's life was grounded in the mysticism and inner spiritual practices of Kabbalah, Hassidism, and medieval Jewish philosophy. He played a prominent role in the US civil rights movements and protested the war in Vietnam. He said of his life6, “It is not enough for me to ask questions; I want to know how to answer the one question that seems to encompass everything I face: What am I here for?”

Julian of Norwich (1342-1420)7 was a medieval nun who lived in a kind of solitude in a single cell attached to the Church of St. Edmund and St. Julian in Norwich, East Anglia. She lived a life of such sanctity and powerful relation to God that she attracted visitors from throughout Europe. She left behind a work titled “Showings” or “Reflections of a Divine Love,” the oldest work in English by a woman, a work that is still in print and is still read by spiritual seekers. She went beyond patriarchal notions of God adding the dimension of motherhood. Because of her experience of the presence of God in her life, she could write, “God dwells within us. We dwell in God.” “All will be well.” “All will be well.”

The list of mystics goes on and on: Therese of Lisieux, Rabbi Alazar Ben Azariah, C. S. Lewis, Angelus Silesius, Thomas Merton, Francis of Assisi, the writers of the Kabbalah, Evelyn Underhill, Al-Ghazzali, Karl Rahner . . . They come from many religious and spiritual traditions. But in all cases, they are driven by a profound yearning for wholeness and meaning for themselves and their societies. They stand over against the societal norms of their times. Their journeys are solitary and often lonely. And the Mystery, or God, that they engaged was often baffling, confusing and challenging. Yet through it all, there was a resounding sense of hope.

So whether we follow the teachings of the prophets; claim Jesus as Lord and Savior; engage God in silent meditation; claim, “I'm spiritual but not religious” or say, “I don't believe in God” - whatever our situation, the world needs people who are able and willing to grapple with the ambiguities and uncertainties of humanity, people who are able to walk in the shoes of the mystics. It is my hope and prayer that we each are capable of this calling.


  1. Raw Faith by John Kirvan (p. 28ff)
  2. Raw Faith by John Kirvan (p. 76ff)
  3. Raw Faith by John Kirvan (p. 60ff)
  4. God Hunger by John Kirvan (p. 60ff)
  5. Who Is Man by Abraham Jushua Heshel, p. 53
  6. Silent Hope by John Kirvan (p, 60ff)

Friday, October 5, 2012

Politics With Soul

I am dismayed by the state of civic discourse in our country. The upcoming elections have exacerbated the situation beyond reason. There is virtually no real discussion of what's best for the average citizen.

The conflict between Democrats and Republicans resembles a blood sport with the combatants exchanging body blows, many below the belt. As with such events, there are people working behind the scenes to manipulate the outcome of the fight for personal profit. They spend massive amounts of money to influence and misinform the voters, sometimes with outright lies. They don't even pay lip service to the basic tenants of democracy, that our government is of the people, for the people and by the people.

From a soul perspective, our political system is dead or dying. There is little of that hope and fire that inspires people to look beyond themselves and to reach for the stars. Rather, we are driven by grim determination and cynical suspicion. At best we are trying to hold on to what little we have.

As I write these admittedly pessimistic paragraphs, I am reminded of my grandson Gus who is now six months old. Gus is completely innocent and naive. Sure, he grumps when he is hungry, tired, or has a full diaper. But he lives in the moment. If he is startled, he may cry; but this quickly passes. When I greet him saying, “Hi Gus. How the heck are you?” He flashes me one of his thousand watt smiles. It literally lights up the room.

I am awed by the intensity with which he absorbs the world around him. He is constantly attentive and curious. When he stares at me, it seems he is looking into my innermost being. Gus, for me, is soul incarnate.

What might life be like if we could live with soul like little Gus? What if we were able to greet one another with thousand watt smiles? What if we were able to laugh when we are pleased and grieve when sorrow overwhelms us, rather than lapsing into cynicism or defensiveness? What might it mean to live in conscious informed naivety – with the openness and curiosity of little Gus, but with a deeper understanding of the potentials and shortcomings of being human?

For me this would mean living with conscious awareness of all that is life giving and life destroying in our world. It would mean meeting all people with openness to their positive potential as well as their shadow side. It would mean engaging people without prejudgment even when we have full knowledge of their past actions. The Buddha described this way of living as the middle way of non-attachment. Jesus counseled, “Do not judge or you too will be judged.” Prejudgement leads to judgmentalism which strangles soul.

Soulful living means getting in touch with that energy that motivates us to reach beyond our limited selves. Mahatma Gandhi, Martin Luther King Jr. and Mother Teresa lived with soul. They dreamed dreams that encompassed all people without discriminating between friends and enemies. Martin Luther King's “I Have a Dream speech,” although often over romanticized, was that sort of soulful pronouncement.

This type of living often results in unintended positive consequences. My son, Timothy, worked for a large international law firm. One Christmas we were talking about his job. He said, “Dad, it's strange. When I really listen to my adversaries, I find that I can save millions of dollars in the legal settlements. People just need to be heard.”

Soulful interactions are difficult in our present social climate because they require that we engage friends and enemies at our deepest level of being. Put more traditionally, it requires that we relate to people as God relates to them. This requires that we get to know ourselves at this level. When we are willing to acknowledge our deepest shortcomings as well our greatest potentials, we have little to hide from others. Then we needn't posture trying to be someone whom we aren't in order to impress. Such posturing behavior has caught many a politician when s/he says one thing to their “friends” and another to those whom they wish to impress. Most recently, Mitt Romney was caught on video demeaning those who were not like him and his friends. President Obama was also caught in this kind of “off the cuff remark” earlier in his career.

Living with soul is not about influencing people for our own goals. Rather it involves being our authentic selves. For this reason, politics with soul is not just an election time phenomenon. It is a year round endeavor. It requires that we approach one another with curiosity, willing to dialogue about our similarities and differences, willing to assume that dialogue produces more creative solutions than when we attempt to dominate one another.1

A number of years ago, dialogues were held among citizen leaders in several large American cities. One such dialogue involved a union leader and the chief of police. Following this interaction, the union was involved in a strike action that forced a confrontation with police. Because the union leader and police chief had grown to trust one another, they came to an agreement concerning the showdown. The union leader assured the police chief that there would be no violence in the confrontation if the police came unarmed. Because of the trust developed between these two men, the strike action resulted in no violence or bloodshed.

Finally, politics with soul does not mean opting out of political involvements. Each of us should actively campaign for the candidates of our choice. We should challenge our opponent's positions when there is honest disagreement. The difference is that we do so without impugning their motives. We listen with curiosity to what they are advocating, trying to understand why they support their positions. Such questioning humanizes the process and leads to insights that produce third way options that proponents of the previous positions had not considered.

Dialogue like this is possible even in our soulless political system. But it requires courage, creativity and persistence on our part as we seek to transform the political process. When I was the director of Madison Urban Ministry, I opposed people and institutions that acted unjustly by strategizing to block their unjust actions. Having achieved this goal, I then sought to develop win-win solutions that met everyone's needs. This is a difficult because it means looking at long term consequences and planning for these eventualities. It means looking out for the welfare even of our enemies. It means convincing them that they will achieve more by working with us than by continuing to oppose us.

I realize that it is probably to late to fully implement these strategies before the November elections. But it is not too late to alter our attitudes so that we can campaign with more soul. Our democracy has been constructed to bring citizens together for the common good. It does not have to become an arena for blood sport.

1. Parker Palmer has promoted this kind of dialogue for years through his Center for Courage and Renewal and most recently through his book Healing the Heart of Democracy.

Tuesday, September 4, 2012

IT'S NOT FAIR

(Dealing With Evil In An Unjust World)

When my sister, Jean, and I argued as children, our mother stepped in to prevent blood shed.  She was successful every time except once. That was the time I teased baby Jean as she was crawling up the stairs, and she took a bite out of my leg.  

When mom settled our disputes, one of us would often cry out, “It's not fair.”  Although I have matured since my childhood years, I still cry out within myself, “It's not fair.”

It's not fair that my father was killed in an auto accident when I was four.   It's not fair that my mother was left in a strange town, grievously injured, with two little children who were also injured.  It's not fair that my second father died of a heart attack leaving my mother to raise my younger sister and brother as a single parent.  It's not fair that my sister's son drowned while on a camping trip just before his first year in college.  It's not fair that my younger sister died of cancer just a year ago.

It's not fair that an earthquake in Haiti on January 12, 2010 killed 316,000 people, injured another 300,000 and left 1,000,000 homeless.1  It's not fair that a tsunami generated in the Indian Ocean on December 26, 2004 released the energy of 23,000 Hiroshima type bombs and killed 283,000 people.2  It's not fair that hurricane Katrina battered the southeastern coast of the United States on August 29, 2005 with 125 mph winds that killed more than 1800 people and ravaged coastal towns in Mississippi and the city of New Orleans.  It's not fair that some of those people were flooded out again by Hurricane Isaac just this last week. 3

It's not fair that Hitler's Third Reich exterminated 6,000,000 Jews and 5,000,000 non-Jews.4  It's not fair that 21,000 people died in political violence under the Afrikaner Apartheid Government in South Africa.5  It's not fair that on December 2008,  a 100 day genocide orchestrated by the divide and conquer strategies of neocolonial powers, Germany, Belgium & France killed 800,000 Rwandans.6 It's not fair that the North American Indian population in the USA was reduced from an estimated 12 million in 1500 to barely 237,000 in 1900 as European settlers took over their land.7  It's not fair that militants flew passenger planes into the Twin Towers of the World Trade Center on 9/11/2001 killing nearly 3,000 people.8 It's not fair that people in positions of power precipitated an economic collapse in 2008 that cost many Americans their jobs and homes.9

It's not fair!  It's not fair!  

Yet it happens and continues to happen.  And we have to decide how can we live meaningful lives in a world rife with injustice.    

Our yearning for justice is as old as human civilization itself.  Hammurabi (1792-1750 B.C.E) established a universal code10 of justice that applied to all the citizens of his empire in Mesopotamia.  "An eye for an eye ..." is a paraphrase of Hammurabi's Code.  It's central precept is that the penalty must fit the crime.  This continues to be the governing principle in our present western judicial system. The prologue to the Code contains this phrase, “..then Anu and Bel called by name me, Hammurabi, the exalted prince, who feared God, to bring about the rule of righteousness in the land, to destroy the wicked and the evil-doers; so that the strong should not harm the weak...”  Hammurabi's Code, like the codes of the tribes conquered by Hammurabi, continued to acknowledge that justice was ordained by the gods.

With the rise of monotheism in the Abrahmic religions, another set of rules for justice were said to have been transmitted directly from God to Moses in the Ten Commandments.  These rules were amplified in Judaism in the Torah (the first five books of the Bible), in Christianity by Jesus through the New (or Christian) Testament and in Islam by the Prophet Muhammed through the Quran.  In each of these traditions, as with the earlier Code of Hammurabi, people believed that they would be blessed or punished by God depending on whether they behaved or disobeyed the law.  

But here comes the rub.  Ancient societies began to observe that awful things happened to people who had not transgressed the rules of the gods.  They asked, “If there is justice in the world, why are the innocent allowed to suffer?”  A most striking example of this questioning is found in the Old Testament book of Job written between the sixth and fourth centuries BCE.11  The book tells the story of Job, "a perfect and an upright man," who is a pawn in an argument between God and the Adversary.  God allows the Adversary to visit terrible things on Job just to see if he will remain true to God.12
 
Archibald MacLeish, recognizing the horrors of our modern world, contemporized the story of Job in his 1958 play, 'J.B.' 13  The play opens with two failed actors, Mr. Zuss and Mr. Nickles, now circus vendors, standing near a side show stage in an empty circus tent. They decide that Mr. Zuss will play God and Mr. Nickles will play the Adversary, as they reenact the story of Job.  They conclude that Job, or J.B. will show up because  the world is a stage filled with Jobs who are suffering without cause.  

Mr.  Nickles puts it this way:14  
            Millions and millions of mankind
            Burned, crushed, broken, mutilated,
            Slaughtered, and for what? For thinking!
            For walking around the world in the wrong
            Skin, the wrong shaped noses, eyelids:
            Sleeping the wrong night in the wrong city –-
            London, Dresden, Hiroshima.

Mr. Nickles states the challenge of the drama in the following words:15
            If God is God He is not good,
            If God is Good He is no God;
            Take the even take the odd,
            I would not sleep here if I could . . .

Zuss and Nickles watch as J.B. appears on the sideshow stage with his family at Thanksgiving.  He is a wealthy business man with a loving wife, Sarah, and five wonderful children.  As the play unfolds, J.B. and Sarah endure the agony of losing their children through violent deaths.  Then, the entire city is devastated by an air attack, wiping out J.B.'s millions and leaving the afflicted protagonist asking piteously for reasons and praying for death.  J.B.'s suffering continues as his body is covered by puss filled boils.  Throughout this tragedy, J.B. insists that God is just.  Therefore, he, J.B., must have sinned against God to be punished so.

Finally, Sarah is at her wits end.16

Sarah: starting violently to her feet
    Has death no meaning?  Pain no meaning?
She points at J.B.'s body.
    Even these suppurating sores ---
    Have they no meaning to you?
J.B.:  from his heart's pain
    God will not punish without cause.
    God is just.
Sarah: hysterically    God is just!
    If God is just our slaughtered children
    Stank with sin, were rotten with it!
She controls herself with difficulty, turns toward him, reaches her arms out and lets them fall.
    Oh, my dear! my dear! my dear! my dear!
    Does God demand deception of us? ---
    Purchase His innocence by ours?
    Must we be guilty for Him? --- bear
    The burden of the world's malevolence
    For Him who made the world?
J.B.    He knows the guilt is mine.  He must know:
    Has He not punished it?  He knows its
    Name, its time, its face, its circumstance, …
Sarah:  fiercely
    And you?  Do you? You do not know it.
    Your  punishment is all you know.
She moves toward the door, stops, turns.
    I will not stay here if you lie ---
    Connive in your destruction, cringe to it:
    Not if you betray my children . . .
    I will not listen . . .
    They are dead and they were innocent:  I will not
    Let you sacrifice their deaths
    To make injustice justice and God good!
J.B.:      covering his face with his hands
    My heart beats.  I cannot answer it.
Sarah:    If you buy quiet with their innocence ---
    Theirs or yours ..    softly   
    I will not love you.
J.B.:     I have no choice but to be guilty.
Sarah:    her voice rising
    We have the choice to live or die,
    All of us...          curse God and die. ...
Sarah turns, runs soundlessly out of the circle of light, out the door.

It may be difficult for us post-moderns to appreciate the tragedy of J.B. because God, for many of us - if we can even conceive of this entity - has been relativized and spiritualized.  God is no longer imagined to be an all powerful and completely just being who controls history.  In addition, our news media confronts us daily with the suffering of innocents on such a horrific scale that the stories of individual J.B.s pass almost unnoticed.

Still we try to make sense of our world - to give meaning to our lives.  How does one live in a world where  there is no justice?  J.B.'s wife Sarah offers one response, “Curse God and die.”  There are many ways to curse our life force and die.  We can pull back from life and just watch it go by.  We can engage in excesses in food, drugs, sex, drink, work, family and consumer goods.  We can literally take our own lives by living carelessly without caring about ourselves or others.

In the midst of his misery, J.B. is visited by three friends who seek to comfort him with three approaches to addressing the timeless problem of evil.  

Bildad, the orator and grand historian, laughs when J.B. explains his plight.  He claims that the march of time and history is God.  Individual guilt or innocence doesn't matter.17

    J.B.:         The hand of God has touched me.  Look at me!
            Every hope I ever had,
            Every task I put my mind to,
            Every work I've ever done
            Annulled as though I had not done it. ...
            Love too has left me.
    Bildad:        Love!            a great guffaw
            What's love to Him?  One man's misery!
    J.B.:        If I am innocent . . .  ?
    Bildad:       Snort of jeering laughter   Innocent!  Innocent!
            Nations shall perish in their innocence.
            Classes shall perish in their innocence. …..
            God is History.  If you offend Him
            Will not History dispense with you?
            History has no time for innocence.
           all park bench orator        Screw your justice!
            History is justice ------ time..
            Not for one man.  For humanity.
            One man's life won't measure on it. ….
            Justice for All!  Justice for everyone!
        Subsiding                On the way --- I doesn't matter.

Can you here echoes of Bildad in our present history?  Wars are promoted by arguing for the profit and glory of the nation.  Individuals don't count - soldiers or civilians.  American politics is managed by spin doctors who manipulate public attitudes to benefit the party.  Political candidates are  attacked and ridiculed for the sake of promoting the opposition candidate.  Governments spread outright lies for the sake of the nation.  History books are replete with tales of the rise and downfall of societies with little mention of the common folk who are affected.

Another friend, Eliphaz wearing the white coat of an intern councils J.B. telling him that we are governed by our circumstances.18

    J.B.:        Guilt matters.  Guilt must always matter.
            Unless guilt matters the whole world is
            Meaningless.  God too is nothing. ...
             Eliphaz has been fidgeting.  Now he breaks in like a professor in a seminar, poking a forefinger in the air.   
    Eliphaz:    Come!  Come! Come! Guilt is a
            Psychophenomenal situation ---- ...
            We have surmounted guilt.  ...
            Self has no will, cannot be guilty. …
            There is no guilt, my man.  We all are
            Victims of our guilt, not guilty. …..
            Our guilt is underneath the Sybil's
            Stone:  not known.
    J.B.:    violently            I'd rather suffer
            Every unspeakable suffering God sends,
            Knowing it was I that suffered,
            I that earned the need to suffer,
            I that acted, I that chose,
            Than wash my hands with yours in that
            Defiling innocence.  Can we be men
            And make an irresponsible ignorance
            Responsible for everything?  I will not
            Listen to you!
    Eliphaz:    schrugging            But you will.  You will.

We can hear Eliphaz in modern and rational theories about human nature.  These theories often turn humans into objects, who are studied by biological and social science.  The individual is subsumed in the group with statistical averages and macro theories or subdivided by micro surgical and submicroscopic optical investigations that separate us and our organs into their constituent parts – proteins, fats, carbohydrates, DNA.  

The human who lives, desires, makes choices and suffers consequences is lost. There is no guilt, no struggle for meaning or betterment, nor transgressions.

At this point Zophar, the priest, argues that guilt is the thing that separates humans from animals.19

    Zophar:    … Happy be the man whom God correcteth.
            He tastes his guilt.  His hope begins.
            He is in league with the stones in certainty.
    J.B.:    urgently, the words forced from him        My
            Sin!  Teach me my sin!  My wickedness! …
            Speak of the sin I must have sinned
            To suffer what you see me suffer.
    Zophar:    Do we need to name our sins
            To know the need to be forgiven?
            Repent my son!  Repent! …
    J.B.:        Yours is the cruelest comfort of them all,
            Making the Creator of the Universe
            The miscreator of mankind---
            A party to the crimes He punishes . . .
                Making my sin . . .           a horror . . .         a deformity . . .
    Zophar:   collapsing into his own voice
            If it were otherwise we could not bear it . . .
            Without the fault, without the Fall,
            We're madmen:  all of us are madmen . . .
            Without the Fall
            We're madmen all.

Once again we hear echoes of Zophar in contemporary society.  We hear it in the harsh exchanges between the religious right and left – over hot button issues like abortion, the death penalty, homosexuality and war.  We hear it in the demonizing of all who are different – homosexuals, Muslims, people from the other political party.
 
We assume sinfulness.  We identify it in others, refusing to see it in ourselves, even though we know it in our deep unconscious.  Or we live our lives with a deep sense of nameless guilt because we have not lived up to our ideals.

In all of this J.B. maintains his innocence.   Finally, we hear a Distant Voice in a rush of wind sounds.20

    J.B.:         God, my God, my God, answer me!
    Silence            His voice rises.
            I cry out of wrong but I am not heard …
            I cry aloud but there is no judgment.
       Violently    Though He slay me, yet will I trust in Him . . .
       That ancient human cry.
            Oh, that I knew where I might find Him! ----
            That I might even come to His seat!
            I would order my cause before Him
            And fill my mouth with arguments.

       Out of the rushing sound, the Distant Voice; J.B. Cowers as he hears it.
    Distant Voice:    Who is this that darkeneth counsel
            By words without knowledge? …
            Shall he that contendeth with the Almighty instruct
            Him? . . . ...
            He that reproveth God, let him answer it!

    J.B.:        I know that thou canst do everything . . .  ...
            Therefore have I uttered that I understood not:
            Hear, I beseech thee, and I will speak . . .
            I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear . . .
            But now  . . .        His face is drawn in agony.
                    mine eye seeth thee!
       He bows his head.  His hands wring each other.
            I abhor myself . . .  and repent . . .

Nickles and Mr. Zuss now argue about what went on with J.B. in the play.21

    Nickles:    Well, that's that!
    Mr. Zuss:        That's . . . that!
    Nickles:    You don't look pleased.
    Mr. Zuss:        Should I!
    Nickles:                Well,
            You were right weren't you?
    Mr. Zuss:    too loud        Of course I was right. ....
    Nickles:    He misconceived the part entirely.
    Mr. Zuss:    Misconceived the world!  Buggered it!
    Nickles:    Giving in like that!  Whimpering! …
            You're right.     I'm wrong.  
                You win.      God always wins.
    Mr. Zuss:    Planets and Pleiades and eagles ----
            Screaming horses ---  scales of light ---
            The wonder and the mystery of the universe ----  ….
            God stood stooping there to show him! ….
            And what did Job do?
        Mr. Zuss has worked himself up into a dramatic fury equaling Nickles.
            Job . . . just . . . sat!
            Sat there!        Dumb!        Until it ended!
            Then! . . . you heard him!    Mr. Zuss chokes.
                        Then, he calmed me! ...
            Forgave me! . . .         for the world! . . .         for everything!
    Nickles:    Nonsense!  He repented, didn't he -----
    Mr. Zuss:            That's just it!
            He repented.          It was him ---
            Not the fear of God but him! ….
            . . . In spite of everything he'd suffered!
            In spite of all he'd lost and loved
            He understood and he forgave it! . . .
            . . . He'd heard of God and now he saw Him!
            Who's the judge in judgment there?
            Who plays the hero, God or him?
            Is God to be forgiven?
    Nickles:            Isn't he?
            Job was innocent, you may remember . . .
        a nasty singsong
            The perfect and the upright man! ….
    The platform lights go out.   Total darkness.
    Mr. Zuss:    Lights!  Lights!  That's not the end of it. ….
    Nickles:   in the darkness22
            Why isn't that the end?  It's over.
            Job has chosen how to choose.
            You've made your bow?  You want another? …..
    Mr. Zuss:    You know as well as I there's more . . .
            There's always one more scene no matter
            Who plays Job or how he plays it . . .
                God restores him at the end.
    Nickles:  a snort
            God restores us all.  That's normal.
            That's God's mercy to mankind . . .
            We never asked Him to be born . . .   
            We never chose the lives we die of . . .
            But God, if we have suffered patiently,
            Rewards us . . .         gives our dirty selves back.
    Mr. Zuss:    Gets all he ever had and more ---
            Much more. ….
    Nickles:    jeering
            Wife back!  Balls! He wouldn't touch her.
            He wouldn't take her with a glove! …..
            Planting the hopeful world again----
            He can't . . . he won't . . .  he wouldn't take her!
    Mr. Zuss:    He does though.
            Time and again . . .         Tim and again . . .
Mr. Zuss picks up his vending tray of balloons and walks off the stage.  Nickles starts to follow, looks back , sees J.B. Kneeling in his rubble, hesitates, crosses, squats behind him, his vendor's cap pushed back on his head, his tray on his knees.
    Nickles:      J.B.!23
    J.B.:        Let me alone.
    Nickles:    It's me.            J.B. shrugs
            I'm not the Father.  I'm the --- Friend.
            All I wanted was to help.
            Professional counsel you might call it . . .
            I wondered how you'd play the end.
    J.B.:        Who knows what the end is ever?
    Nickles:    I do.  You do.
            What's the worst thing you can think of?
    J.B.:        I have asked for death.  Begged for it.  Prayed for it.
    Nickles:    Then the worst thing can't be death.
            You know now.
    J.B.:            No.  You tell me.
    Nickles:    He gives it back to you.        All of it.
            Everything he took:
            Wife, health, children, everything. …..
            Tell me how you play the end.
            Any man as screwed as Job was! . . .
          violently
            Job won't take it.  Job won't touch it!
            Job will fling it back in God's face
            With half his guts to make it splatter.

How many of us, when we experience unwarranted suffering are tempted to ask, “Why me?  I haven't done anything to deserve this.”  “I don't know if I can go on.”

When I look at the mess of our political and economic systems, I'm tempted to say, “Throw all the bums out.”  “They are all crooks and thieves just interested in money, fame and power.”  “I want nothing to do with any of it.”

At other times, I'm tempted to despair saying, “It's all so big, so complex, so out of control.  There is nothing I can do to affect any of it.”  “There's no justice in the world.”  “It chews us up and spits us out.”  “What's the use of even trying.”

Nickles puts it more graphically when he says, “Job will fling it back in God's face with half his guts to make it splatter.”

The play continues.  J.B.'s attention is elsewhere even as Nickles continues to harasses him.24

    J.B.:        Listen! Do you hear?  There's someone . . .
         rising           Someone waiting at the door.      Who is it?    Is there someone here?
        There is no answer.  He goes on.  Reaches the door.
            Sarah!
        The light increases.  She is sitting on the sill, a broken twig in her hand.
    Sarah:        Look, Job:  the forsythia,
                The first few leaves . . .     not leaves though . . .         petals . . .
    J. B.:    roughly    Get up!
    Sarah:        Where shall I go?
    J.B.:                        Where you went!
        She does not answer.
        More gently.                Where?
    Sarah:        Among the ashes.
            All there is now of the town is ashes.
            Mountains of ashes.  Shattered glass. ….
            There is no sound there now ---     no wind sound---
            Nothing that could sound the wind ---
                        Only this.
        She looks at the twig in her hands.
                Among the ashes!
            I found it growing in the ashes,
            Gold as though it did not know . . .
        Her voice rises hysterically.
            I broke the branch to strip the leaves off ---
            Petals again! . . .
        She cradles it in her arms.
                    But they so clung to it!
    J.B.:        Curse God and die, you said to me.
    Sarah:        Yes.
        She looks up at him for the first time, then down again.
                You wanted justice, didn't you?
            There isn't any.  There's the world . . .
        She begins to rock on the doorsill, the little branch in her arms.
    J.B.:        Why did you leave me alone?
    Sarah:                        I love you.
            I couldn't help you any more.
            You wanted justice and there was none ----
            Only love.
    J.B.        He does not love.     He is.
    Sarah:        But we do.  That's the wonder.
    J.B.:        Yet you left me.
    Sarah:            Yes, I left you.
            I thought there was a way away . . .
            Water under the bridge opens
            Closing and the companion stars
            Still float there afterwards.  I thought the door
            Opened into closing water.
    J.B.:        Sarah!
        He drops on his knees beside her in the doorway, his arms around her.
    Sarah:                Oh I never could!
            Even the forsythia beside the
            Stair could stop me.
        They cling to each other.  Then she rises, drawing him up, peering at the darkness inside the door.
    J.B.:                It's too dark to see.
        She turns, pulls his head down between her hands and kisses him.
    Sarah:        Then blow on the coal of the heart, my darling. ….
            The candles in churches are out.
            The lights have gone out in the sky.
            Blow on the coal of the heart
            And we'll see by and by . . .
        J.B. joins her standing
                            We'll see where we are.
        The wit won't burn and the wet soul moulders
        Blow on the coal of the heart and we'll know . . .
        We'll know . . .

The play ends with J.B. and Sarah rearranging and straightening the chairs in their home.  Like Sarah and J.B., we too are left living our daily lives, just trying to make sense of the senselessness and injustice of our world.

J.B. begins to understand God in a different way.  He says to God, “I have heard of thee by the hearing of the ear.... But now....” His face drawn in agony.  “Mine eye seeth thee!”  We post-moderns see behind the veil.  Old institutions, religious and secular, seem to have lost their effectiveness.  This is not something we can fix.  Sarah puts it well, “The candles in churches are out.  The lights have gone out in the sky.”

Yet we frail humans, are more than we think we are.  We cannot behave as the Nickles in us would have us behave.  We cannot reject the world because of its lack of justice, “flinging the creation back into God's face with half our guts to make it splatter.”  Somehow, somewhere, we are gripped by love.   


Sarah says to J.B.,     I love you.  
    I couldn't help you any more.
    You wanted justice and there was none ----
    Only love.”   

J.B. responds,         He does not love.
     He is.

Sarah replies,         But we do.
            That's the wonder.

The creation often seems an uncaring place, devoid of love. Yet we are moved by something deep inside – a hope – a yearning.   We humans are becoming aware of our own consciousness, of new depths in the cosmos, and of a soul force that flows through it all.  This is all inexplicable.  We can't control it.  Yet we can nurture it in ourselves.  Perhaps this is where our hope lies.

Again Sarah says it best,
            ..blow on the coal of the heart, my darling. ….
            The candles in churches are out.
            The lights have gone out in the sky.
            Blow on the coal of the heart
            And we'll see by and by . . .

  1. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/2010_Haiti_earthquake
  2. http://news.nationalgeographic.com/news/2004/12/1227_041226_tsunami.html
  3. http://dsc.discovery.com/convergence/katrina/facts/facts.html; http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2012/09/03/hurricane-isaac-utilities-louisiana-mississippi_n_1852480.html
  4. http://motlc.wiesenthal.com/site/pp.asp?c=gvKVLcMVIuG&b=394663#3
  5. http://www.topix.com/forum/world/south-africa/TTAN0QGPFJ9O3M667
  6. http://www.ppu.org.uk/genocide/g_rwanda.html
  7. Were American Indians the Victims of Genocide? By Guenter Lewy - http://hnn.us/articles/7302.html
  8. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/September_11_attacks
  9. http://www.slate.com/articles/news_and_politics/the_big_idea/2010/01/what_caused_the_economic_crisis.html
  10. http://www.ushistory.org/civ/4c.asp
  11. http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Book_of_Job#Origin_and_textual_history
  12. An even earlier example of this questioning of god (Marduke) is found in an ancient Sumerian/Babylonian poem,  “The Righteous Sufferer” written in the second millennium BCE. (http://history-world.org/poem_of_the_righteous_sufferer.htm)
  13. J.B. by Archibald MacLeish, Houghton-Mifflin
  14. ibid. (p. 12)
  15. ibid. (p. 14)
  16. ibid. (p. 108ff)
  17. ibid. (p. 119ff)
  18. ibid. (p. 121ff)
  19. ibid. (p. 124ff)
  20. ibid. (p. 127ff)
  21. ibid. (p. 133ff)
  22. ibid. (p. 141ff)
  23. ibid. (p. 144ff)
  24. ibid. (p. 147ff)

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