Tuesday, January 30, 2018

On Finitude



On Finitude

I get it. Death sucks. I don’t want to die. I miss, or better I still grieve for, my first wife, both of my parents, and several dogs, all of whom have died. Maybe I’ve been thinking about death too much lately. I am after all 71 years old without the strongest lungs in the world, and I just retired from my profession of pastoral ministry. Beyond that, I’ve seen two things in recent days that have gotten me thinking death, or more philosophically, about finitude and infinitude. Finitude is the status of being finite. Of being limited. Of being mortal. Of being bound to come to an end. Infinitude is finitude’s opposite. It is being infinite. Being unlimited. Being immortal. Of having neither a beginning nor an end. And it struck me as I thought about those two things how much we humans hate the reality that God is infinite and we are not. Oh yes. We hate that reality. We struggle with that reality. We hate that reality, and we hate our struggle with it. We hate them so much that we deny both the finitude of created being and the infinitude of God. The first thing I’ll mention that I saw was someone talking on a TV news report from the international convocation of enormously wealthy fat cats and politicians mostly from first world countries that takes place in Davos, Switzerland, every year. This person was talking about economic growth and how to stimulate it. The second thing I saw was an episode of the PBS series NOVA about black holes. Those things seem unrelated, I suppose, but actually they aren’t. The first of them involves a denial of finitude. The second of them speaks of the ultimate reality of finitude for all created being. Let’s look at our denial of finitude first.

Almost everyone’s answer to most any economic problem is growth. Grow the economy. More money. More jobs. More production. Mostly, more consumption. We have created an economy that is focused on consumption rather than production. Advertising tells us Americans constantly that our purpose in life is to consume. Buy! Buy! Buy! That’s what you need. That’s what we hear. Buy our product and you’ll be young, well off, and beautiful. Buy this car, and your life will be complete. Buy this cream to get those horrible wrinkles off your face, never mind that wrinkles may be a perfectly natural development with age. Buy this prescription medicine and you’ll live forever. And whenever there’s a perceived economic problem, usually a perceived slowdown in the pace of economic growth, the answer everyone gives is some form of stimulate more growth. The supply siders say give more money to the wealthy so they’ll invest it in the economy (which we know doesn’t work, but never mind). Liberals say give the middle class tax cuts so they’ll have more money to spend on consumables. Socialists say even out the distribution of money so the people who do most of the consuming will be able to consume more. There are lots of different ideas about how to stimulate economic growth, but economic growth is the golden calf of the contemporary economy. Grow the economy. Consume more. Spend more. That’s what we need, or so almost everyone who comments on the economy says.

A demand for continual economic growth as a solution to our problems is problematic on a number of levels, not least of all the spiritual level. For purposes of this essay, however, the biggest problem with the demand for continual economic growth is that it is a denial of finitude. It is a denial of finitude because it does not recognize that it is unsustainable. Essentially all economic activity today uses natural resources. Some of those resources, like timber and other plant-based products, are renewable; but most natural resources aren’t. There is only so much iron ore on earth. There is only so much petroleum. There is only so much aluminum, copper, zinc, lithium, titanium, and every other natural resource that we use up in our economic activity. The more economic activity there is the faster we use up nonrenewable resources. No economic activity that uses up natural resources is ultimately sustainable, but the more growth there is in economic activity the faster those resources will be exhausted. The demand for constant economic growth is a demand to deplete the earth’s resources at a faster clip. The demand for growth denies the finitude of those resources. Even at current rates of use modern industrial production is ultimately not sustainable. The demand for growth is a demand to make it unsustainable faster. But to recognize that truth is to recognize the reality of finitude, and we can’t stand finitude. We live as though the earth’s resources were infinite, which they aren’t. We can’t stand being finite, so we live as though we and our earth were infinite. We aren’t, and neither is the earth.

We do lots of other things because we can’t stand being finite too. We can’t stand being finite, so we make ourselves gods. We make humanity our ultimate value. We subordinate everything else to human wellbeing, or rather, to a very shortsighted, materialistic view of human wellbeing. We sacrifice the future so we feel better today. We sacrifice other species to feed our hungers and satisfy our demands for pleasure. Especially in our dominant American culture we deny the reality death, death being the ultimate proof of human finitude. Put some cream on your face to make those wrinkles go away, for they remind you that you are mortal. Put some lotion in your hair to get rid of that gray, for it too reminds you that you are mortal. Believe that medical science can cure every disease or someday will be able to do so; for disease leads to death, and we deny the reality of death. Spend hundreds of thousands or even millions of dollars on late life medical care to put off death even when the life you’re preserving isn’t worth living, for we must deny the reality of death. For heaven’s sake don’t do end of life planning, especially not for a funeral and the disposal of you bodily remains. All of these things are proof of our finitude. In all of these ways and in so many others we deny the existential truth of our lives, that we are finite. We are mortal. Our lives end. And we can’t stand it.

We so can’t stand being finite that we can’t stand it that God is infinite. We resent God’s infinitude, for it reminds us of our finitude. So we make the infinite God finite. We reduce God to a person. We make God the old man with a beard sitting on a cloud in the sky, and heaven forbid we should ever use feminine images for God. Perhaps even more perniciously we lock God up in human creations. The Roman Catholic Church locks God up in the church. God is who the church says God is and nothing more. The Orthodox churches lock God up in tradition. God is who the Ecumenical Councils and the Church Fathers say God is and nothing more. Protestantism locks God up in the Bible. God is who the Bible says God is and nothing more. In all of these different ways Christians deprive God of infinitude. We deprive God of transcendence. We deprive God of mystery. Why? Because we can’t stand it that God is infinite and we are not. We can’t stand it that God is transcendent and we are not. We can’t stand it that God is ultimate mystery and we are not.

Our denial of our finitude and our denial of God’s infinitude are spiritually unhealthy. They may even be physically unhealthy, but they are definitely spiritually unhealthy. Why? Because they deny reality. They are self-contradictory because they deny what ultimately cannot be denied. Denial of reality cannot be healthy. Denial of reality creates unmaintainable tensions, even conflicts, in the human spirit. Our denial of our finitude always hits the wall of reality. We live as though we were not mortal, then we die; and as hard as we try to deny it, we know all along that we are going to die. We live in contradiction of what we know is true, hard as we pretend that it is not.

Death is the existential reality of all created being, which brings us to the program about black holes that I mentioned. That episode of NOVA ended with speculation that perhaps the so-called super black holes, of which there are an enormous number in the universe, will eventually swallow all the matter in the universe. Then, some theoreticians speculate, they themselves will dissipate, leaving a dead universe of unformed elements doing nothing. Even if the black holes didn’t dissipate they would remain, after all, just black holes, death holes really, that have destroyed the universe. The thought that the universe itself is finite is unsettling, or at least it has been unsettling for me for a very long time. Yet how can the universe itself not be finite? It is created being. Only God is uncreated being; and the universe is not God, pantheists to the contrary notwithstanding. If only God is infinite, then anything that is infinite must be God and anything that is not God must be finite. Because the universe is not God, it must be finite. Just how the universe will end we do not know. We know, however, that it will end, that it must end, because it is not God. As troubling as that notion may be, it is the unavoidable conclusion from the fact that the universe is not God.

So we are presented with two undeniable realities. First, only God is God. Only God is infinite. If we will truly understand that reality we will stop trying to make God finite. We will stop using only masculine imagery for God. We will stop trying to lock God up in some structure or concept of human making, be it the church, tradition, the Bible, or anything else. We will finally let God be God by letting God be the infinite reality that God actually is. We will at long last understand that God is ultimately transcendent and that God’s ultimate transcendence means not only that we cannot reduce God to the immanent but that the categories of created being do not even apply to God. We do sometimes say that God has no beginning and no end. What we have more trouble recognizing is that concepts like beginning and end don’t even apply to God. Beginnings and endings are categories of time, and the category time does not apply to God. It can’t, for we know that time itself isn’t a fixed absolute but something that changes due to the effects of gravity. Because time doesn’t apply to God, it makes no sense to talk about God seeing the future. It makes no sense to talk about God changing, for if God changes at all it must be in some way that our finite, time-conditioned minds can’t even imagine. Only God is God, and the fullness of what that means lies beyond human comprehension.

That doesn’t mean of course that we can’t relate to God. We people of faith relate to God all the time. We pray to God. We address God in human language. We wait for God to speak to us if not quite in human language then at least in a way that we can understand. For it is one of the mysteries of God that that which is ultimately transcendent is also intimately immanent. God is utterly beyond and deeply within at the same time. Though God transcends our limited human language we can speak to God in that language as long a we understand that none of our language about God can be understood literally.[1] We can call God Father as long as we understand that God is not less than a human father but infinitely more. We can call God Mother as long as we do so with the same understanding. We can understand God as consisting of three Persons, traditionally called Father, Son, and Holy Spirit, as long as we understand that our concept of the Trinity points to God but does not define God and certainly does not limit God. God’s ultimate transcendence does not render faith impossible. God’s transcendence is an element of any theistic faith. So is God’s immanence. That’s why we can relate to the ultimately transcendent God in a personal, intimate way.

So let’s stop making God finite. Let’s stop locking God up in a church, a tradition, or a book. Let’s stop thinking that our religious dogmas define God and how we are to relate to God. They don’t. They may offer one way of relating to God, but that is the best they can do. They are finite not infinite, so let’s stop thinking they give us the only true handle, or really any absolute handle at all, on who God is. We use our human language to talk about God. We use our human minds to think about God. We use our human hearts to feel God and to respond to God. It’s all we can do. All of it is possible, and when it is genuine and authentic it is very, very good. But we must always remember: God is greater than anything we can ever imagine. Greater than anything we can ever conceive. Greater than any human words. Greater than any human language. Anselm of Canterbury famously said that God is that greater than which nothing can be imagined. Although his words are not really a definition of God, they are powerfully true. If we have imagined it, it is not God. The best it can be is something that points us toward God. As long as we remember that our ideas and institutions cannot be more than that we may use them with confidence. Critically, but with confidence. When we make them more than that we fall into idolatry, for any human image of God that claims absolute validity is an idol. Only God is God. We would do well to remember that truth a whole lot better than we usually do.

The other undeniable reality that we face is the reality of our finitude. Deny it as we might, we are finite. We are limited. We are mortal. We do not possess divine power. We do not possess absolute divine truth. Our earth is mortal. As long as we keep using them, there will be a time when the earth’s resources run out. There was a time when the earth was not, and there will be a time when it is not again. It seems that the whole universe is mortal. As far as we understand it, before the Big Bang it was not; and it seems that there will be a time when it is not again.[2] So let’s stop pretending that we are more than we are. Let’s embrace our finitude, for it is our existential reality. Let’s let our mortality give our lives meaning. After all, what would it be to live forever? Given what we know about the finite nature of our planet and indeed of the entire universe it doesn’t even make much sense to speak of living forever. Only God is forever, if you will forgive my applying a time-bound category to the reality that I just said was beyond time. (Our need to do contradictory things like that, by the way, and the truth in things like that, are part of the paradoxical nature of faith.) Or maybe “forever” means precisely beyond time. We humans cannot be beyond time, for we are part of the created being of which time is a category. If I had forever it wouldn’t matter much what I do today, but of course I don’t have forever. Mortality gives urgency to life. Mortality gives shape to life, so let’s stop denying mortality and start embracing it.

After all, God made us mortal. We must assume that God had God’s reasons for creating us that way. I think that God created us mortal because God was out to create creatures not out to create gods, and if we were immortal we would be gods. Genesis says that God made women and men in the image and likeness of God, not as gods. Genesis is right to limit its description of us humans that way. Creatures, that is, created beings, must be mortal. Otherwise they wouldn’t really be creatures. Mortality is our lot. Finitude is our lot, so let’s build lives that accept our limitations. Let’s not let fear of death destroy the joy of life. Let’s use the limited resources our earth offers more responsibly than we have so far. Let’s not live as though there were no tomorrow, for there will be a tomorrow. But let’s not live as though tomorrow equaled forever, for it does not. Let us cherish each day that we have, for we have only a limited number of them. Let us act to make everyone’s limited number of days better. For far too many people their days are diminished by poverty, violence, and social, economic, cultural, and political oppression. No one’s days should be diminished by such preventable ills. Let us embrace our finitude. Let us become the people God created us to be—finite, limited people but full of spirit, full of gifts, capable of love and of justice. If we can do that our finitude will not be a curse. It will be a blessing.


[1] For a discussion of the nature of human language about God see my Liberating Christianity, Overcoming Obstacles to Faith in the New Millennium, Wipf and Stock, Eugene, Oregon, 2008, Chapter 3.
[2] Yes, I know. It makes no sense to speak of “before the Big Bang,” for “before” is a category of time, and time is a category of what came into existence with the Big Bang. So be it. I still think that somehow there was a “before the Big Bang” and that in that “before” the universe did not exist. Unless of course existence consists of an expansion, retraction, and re-expansion of the universe without beginning and without end. But that doesn’t seem to be model astrophysicists favor today.

A Gentle Reminder From Pope Francis

 I don't agree with Pope Francis about everything. After all, there are reasons why I am not Roman Catholic. Yet much of the time he is a delightful breath of fresh air. He often speaks powerful truth to a world that so forgets or ignores the truth. Here are words attributed to him that I took from a post a cousin of mine put on Facebook. They speak a truth so many of us need to hear.

A Gentle Reminder From Pope Francis

This life will go by fast.

Don't fight with people, don't criticize your body so much, don't complain so much.
Don't lose sleep over your bills. Look for the person that makes you happy. If you make a mistake, let it go and keep seeking your happiness.

Never stop being a good parent. Don't worry so much about buying luxuries and comforts for your home, and don't kill yourself trying to leave an inheritance for your family. Those benefits should be earned by each person, so don't dedicate yourself to accumulating money.

Enjoy, travel, enjoy your journeys, see new places, give yourself the pleasures you deserve. Allow dogs to get closer. Don't put away the fine glassware. Utilize the new dinnerware; don't save your favorite perfume, use it to go out with yourself; wear out your favorite sport shoes; repeat your favorite clothes.

So what? That's not bad. Why not now? Why not pray now instead of waiting until before you sleep? Why not call now? Why not forgive now? We wait so long for Christmas; for Friday; for Reunions; for another year; for when I have money; for love to come; when everything is perfect...look...
Everything perfect doesn't exist. Human beings can't accomplish this because it simply was not intended to be completed here. Here is an opportunity to learn.

So take this challenge that is life and do it now...love more, forgive more, embrace more, love more intensely and leave the rest in God's hands. Amen.

Thursday, January 18, 2018

Jonah and Me


Jonah and Me



I have always thought of Jonah as biblical comic relief. I mean, it’s hilarious. God speaks to Jonah and says: “Go to Nineveh, that great city, and cry out against it.”[1] Now, you understand what Nineveh was. It was the capital city of the Assyrian Empire. That’s the empire that in 722 BCE destroyed the northern Hebrew kingdom of Israel and scattered its people. That scattering is the origin of the famous lost tribes of Israel. The ten tribes of the northern kingdom disappeared when conquered by the Assyrians never to reappear. Nineveh was the capital city of that empire, the enemy, the destroyer of Hebrew states. That’s where God told Jonah to go. It’s like it would be if during my time in Soviet Moscow more than forty years ago God had said to me go to Red Square and cry out against Marxism-Leninism and the Soviet Union that embodies it. Nothing good could have come of that for me, and it would have had no effect on the Soviet Union whatsoever. Nothing good could come to Jonah from going and crying out against Nineveh, and I doubt that he thought doing it would have any effect whatsoever on Nineveh.

Jonah heard what God said to him and thought: “Yeah. Right. I don’t think so. I’m outta here.” And he heads for a place called Tarshish, which was probably in Spain, in the exact opposite direction from Israel than to Nineveh. West, not east. So God sends a terrible storm upon Jonah’s ship, and what does Jonah do? He goes below and falls asleep. I mean, really? Everyone else on board is laboring mightily to try to save the ship and their lives, and Jonah goes below and falls asleep. The captain wakes him up, and eventually the crew decides that it must be Jonah’s god who is causing the storm. So with Noah’s consent they throw him overboard. Whereupon he is swallowed up by a “large fish.” We’ve heard that fish called a whale, but the ancient world that produced this story probably didn’t know that whales weren’t fish. Whatever. Jonah gets swallowed and lives in the belly of the large fish for three days. Whenever I read this story I’m reminded of the song “It Ain’t Necessarily So” from George and Ira Gershwins opera Porgy and Bess. “It ain’t necessarily so. It ain’t necessarily so. The things that you’re liable to read in the Bible, it ain’t necessarily so.” And: “Old Jonah he lived in a whale. Old Jonah he lived in a whale. Yes he made his home in that fish’s abdomen. Old Jonah he lived in a whale. It ain’t necessarily so….”[2] So Jonah lives inside this whale or fish or whatever for three days. Yeah. Right. That’s ridiculous. It might make a great story, but no one could live inside a fish. The idea that Jonah did is really quite funny. After three days the whale or fish or whatever vomits Jonah up onto a beach. The lesson? Try to run away from God and you end up on a beach in a pool of whale vomit. Which is actually pretty funny itself, isn’t it?

So there’s poor old Jonah on a beach in a pool of whale vomit, and God speaks to him again. God says: “Get up, go to Nineveh, that great city, and proclaim to it the message that I tell you.” I doubt that Jonah was any happier to hear this message the second time than he had been the first, but trying to run away from God hadn’t worked out too well for him, so this time he goes. The story doesn’t report God telling him what to say in Nineveh, but it does report what he said. He said “Forty days more, and Nineveh shall be overthrown.” That’s it. He doesn’t say anything else. He doesn’t say who’s going to overthrow Nineveh. He doesn’t how whoever does it is going to do it. He just says it will happen in forty days. Whereupon every one in Nineveh, from the king on down, repents and puts on sackcloth. The king declares a fast. And the fasting from food and drink and the wearing of sackcloth extends even to the animals living in the city. Really? The animals? The storyteller can only have intended that as a joke. Imagine some poor donkey being forced into sackcloth and denied food and drink. What did she ever do to deserve such a fate? Nothing. Imagine making a film of this part of the story. I can just hear the audience roaring as some poor fool tries to put sackcloth on a reluctant donkey because the king has told him he has to. Hilarious! In any event, God decides not to destroy Nineveh as planned and spares the city.

Just as hilarious as someone trying to put sackcloth on a donkey is Jonah’s response to what the people of Nineveh did in response to his nine word sermon.[3] The text says: “But this was very displeasing to Jonah, and he became angry.” Displeasing? Really? The people had repented of their evil, violent ways and saved themselves and their city from destruction. What’s displeasing about that? What’s to be angry at about that? Nothing, of course, except that Jonah apparently didn’t want the people of Nineveh to repent and be saved. He wanted them to be destroyed, and he got mad when they weren’t. Makes Jonah sound quite the fool doesn’t it? A good comic actor could really ham it up playing Jonah’s displeasure and anger.

Jonah is so angry that he prays to God this way: “O Lord! Is not this what I said while I was still in my own country? That is why if fled to Tarshish at the beginning, for I knew that you are a gracious God and merciful, slow to anger, and abounding in steadfast love, and ready to relent from punishing. And now, O Lord, please take my life from me, for it better for me to die than to live.” Talk about an overreaction!

So Jonah goes outside the city and makes a “booth” for himself. He sits down in it, “waiting to see what would become of the city.” Really? The story has already told us that nothing is going to happen to the city. I guess Jonah still hoped God would get with Jonah’s program and come wipe out Nineveh despite the people’s repentance. In any event, God sends a bush to give Jonah more shade. He’s already sitting in the shade of his “booth,” but never mind. Jonah quite likes the bush, but the next day God sends a worm that kills it; and Jonah gets mad all over again. God sends a hot east wind that makes poor old Jonah even more miserable. Why he doesn’t just pack up and go home at this point I don’t know. The story doesn’t say. Once again, Jonah overreacts. He says: “It is better for me to die than to live.” God dismisses Jonah’s complaining saying, in effect, I’m God, you’re not, deal with it. And the story ends. I have always found the story of Jonah to be hilarious. I do see some theological learning in it. You can’t run away from God. God is God, and we’re not. God accepts everyone, even people who don’t worship God. There is learning here, but mostly I’ve thought of Jonah as funny, as biblical comic relief.

The other day, because I was going to use part of the story of Jonah in a sermon I was scheduled to give, I mentioned Jonah to the Rev. Kimbrough Besheer, a retired Episcopal priest who has been my Jungian analyst for the last twenty-one years. Kimbrough is a graduate of the C. J. Jung Institute in Zurich, Switzerland. So, in good Jungian fashion, he tends to think of stories in mythological terms, at least if there is any way to think of a particular story mythologically. He said he sees the story of Jonah as a typical mythic hero story complete with night sea voyage, a common mythic theme. He sees it as a story of a psychological journey. So I thought I’d play with that notion some and see what comes of it. Is there a lesson for me in thinking of Jonah neither as comedy nor as theology but as myth? Perhaps. Let’s see.

Jonah receives a call from God. It is a call to act the hero, a call to do God’s will in the world though doing it would be quite dangerous. To get to be the hero Jonah has to undergo a journey that is a trial. He has to survive a threat to his life. He has to go through a storm and come out on the other side. Jonah’s decision to flee to Tarshish is the beginning of his hero journey. We can see it as a psychological or even spiritual journey. No one is automatically a hero. No one becomes a hero without undergoing a perilous journey. A classic example in Greek culture is the story of Odysseus, who undertakes a journey home from Ilium that exposes him and his crew to numerous life threatening perils before its culmination. I suppose it’s possible to see the story of Jesus as a mythic hero journey too. He undergoes suffering and death before rising and fulfilling his true destiny.

Jonah goes through his journey of danger too. He is on a ship at night. In mythology the sea is often a symbol of primordial chaos. It is unknown. It is dangerous. It can be calm, peaceful, and welcoming. But it can also be extremely dangerous. Sailors have lost their lives on it since there first were any sailors who ventured out upon it. On the open sea the sailor is at the mercy of the elements, and he cannot control those elements. Jonah’s ship is at the mercy of the storm that the Lord sends upon it. At first Jonah isn’t even aware of the danger he is in. He’s asleep below, but he gets awakened to the danger. When he does he makes a heroic offer. He believes that he is responsible for the storm, so he tells the crew to throw him overboard. At first they refuse. They do everything they can think of to ride out the storm. They try to row back to shore, but they can’t do it. The storm threatens all of their lives, Jonah’s as much as the others.

The storm comes at night. The text of Jonah doesn’t explicitly say that it comes at night, but that it comes at night is a reasonable inference from the fact that Jonah is asleep. Like the sea, the night can be calm and peaceful; but like the sea it can be threatening too. We can’t see in the dark. And of course physical darkness is often a metaphor for spiritual darkness, for not knowing. Danger lurks in the dark. Combine a sea voyage with darkness and the possibilities for calamity multiply. The hero is thrown into a world he cannot control, a world he doesn’t understand, a world in which he cannot see, and a world that threatens to overwhelm him, even to destroy him.

The storm would have killed Jonah had the Lord not provided the large fish. The fish saves Jonah from death. It gives him shelter. It provides for him a safe place in the midst of the danger of the sea. There he can recover. There he can come to his senses. In the belly of the fish Jonah says a prayer that sounds like a psalm. It speaks of the Lord already having rescued Jonah though he is not yet back on dry land. Jonah’s prayer is worth looking at, for it casts good light on the nature of his journey. Jonah speaks of the hardships of his journey:



You cast me into the deep,

   into the heart of the seas,

    and the flood surrounded me;

all your waves and your billows

    passed over me….

The waters closed in over me;

   the deep surrounded me;

weeds were wrapped around

                my head

   at the roots of the mountains.

I went down to the land

   whose bars closed upon me

                forever….



Jonah knew he was lost, and what was worst was that he was lost from his God. His prayer includes these lines:



Then I said, ‘I am driven away

  from your sight;

how shall I look again

   upon your holy temple?



Then Jonah says that he prayed to Lord, the Lord heard his prayer, and rescued him. He then vows:



But I with the voice of

                thanksgiving

     will sacrifice to you;

what I have vowed I will pay.

   Deliverance belongs to the

                Lord!



It is then that the fish vomits Jonah up on the beach and he undertakes the rest of his hero journey to bring God’s word to Nineveh, that great city. Jonah’s prayer recaps his journey into the belly of the fish. It tells of the hardships he went through and speaks of how the hardest thing was feeling isolated from God. It then tells of how God rescued him, even though God hasn’t quite yet rescued him fully. And it speaks of Jonah’s commitment to be true to the God from whom deliverance comes. To be perfectly honest I don’t quite see how what Jonah does, feels, and says after Nineveh repents and is saved fits into the myth of the hero. He seem he still to have wanted Nineveh destroyed. I suppose the hero destroying the enemy is a common part of hero myths, and the target of Jonah’s heroic act wasn’t destroyed. I guess we could understand him to be frustrated that his hero story in the end wasn’t all that heroic. In any event, I will end my consideration of Jonah’s story as hero myth here. It is enough.

If the story of Jonah truly has a mythic element to it, then it must speak to the experiences of women and men who also feel a call and who also go through rough times to respond to it. It turns out that that is actually quite a common experience, and I’m going to relate Jonah’s story to my own story as a way of illustrating how mythic tales like that of Jonah speak to ordinary people like me.

In 1994 I was trying to run my own law office. I’d been a lawyer since 1981, but I had run out of employment options in downtown Seattle. I had worked for three quite different law firms including the small Seattle office of the fourth largest law firm in the country but had not been offered partnership in any of them. So when I got laid off by the last of them I decided to open my own office in the suburban town of Edmonds, Washington. At first that went all right, but by early 1994 I was running into problems. I found that I was having trouble forcing myself to do the law work that had come in to me. Not that there was a lot of that work, but there was enough. So I undertook a Jungian psychological exercise that I had read about. In that exercise you quiet your mind, have a way of writing down what happens, and ask yourself questions about things that are troubling you; or at least that’s how I remember it. I asked myself: Why am I having so much trouble doing the law work that I have to do? Immediately, and I mean with the passage of no time whatsoever, a voice came from somewhere deep in my psyche and said: “You’re not a lawyer.” I was surprised to say the least. Of course I was a lawyer, and that’s what I said to the voice. The voice insisted: “You’re not a lawyer.” I argued with it. I said I’m sitting in an office that says on the door Thomas C. Sorenson, Attorney at Law. My Washington State Bar Association number is 11977. I said I have files here that have legal matters in them that people had brought to me. The voice kept insisting: “You’re not a lawyer.” So I asked: Okay, what am I? Again, immediately, with no time having passed for me to have thought about it, the voice said: “You’re a preacher.” I was stunned. I thought of myself as a Christian. I was a member of a church. In fact, at that time I was Moderator, the lay head of the congregation, of Richmond Beach Congregational United Church of Christ in suburban Seattle. But “preacher” wasn’t even a word I used. I referred to the church professional at my church as minister or as pastor but not as preacher. I saw no point in continuing the exercise and shut it down.

That’s when my night sea voyage began. Not long thereafter my wife and daughter (she was sixteen at the time) did what amounted to an intervention with me. They sat me down in our living room, and my daughter, bless her heart, said to me: “Dad, you’re depressed.” She was in high school, but she saw what was going on with me far better than I did. She meant I had clinical depression, and she was right. I called my primary care physician, got a referral to a psychiatrist, and made an appointment. He diagnosed moderately severe clinical depression and put me on antidepressant medication. It helped, but only some. I began to sense very strongly that there was something else I was supposed to be doing with my life besides practicing law. What I thought I wanted to do was go back to school to get a Ph.D. in systematic theology. I had gotten into reading good Christian systematic theology by then (Paul Tillich and Douglas John Hall mostly), and I would have loved to have been a professional systematic theologian; but I knew that wasn’t possible. To do it I would have had to move at least to the San Francisco Bay area, and there was no way my wife was going to do that. Besides, as I said to myself over and over again, you’re too old (I turned forty-eight in 1994) and you can’t afford it. So I carried on trying to practice law, doing it badly, and getting more and more depressed. By about 1996 I was making essentially no money. My wife had a good career as a sign language interpreter, but while that work is immensely important it never made anyone rich. We sold our house and bought a much less expensive condo. We sold the boat we had bought when I was making good lawyer money. That one really hurt, but we had no choice. I was truly at a dead end. I had sunk to the bottom of the sea, and I knew of no way to get myself back on dry land.

Back in about 1994 the interim minister at that Richmond Beach UCC church that I belonged to, the Rev. Dr. Dennis Hughes, had introduced me and others at the church to Jungian psychology. Dennis and I became quite close, and one day he gave me the business card of the Rev. Kimbrough Besheer, Jungian analyst, whom I mentioned earlier in this essay. I put it in my wallet and didn’t think of it again for a couple of years. Then, in early 1997, for reasons I’ll never really understand, I pulled that card out of my wallet. I have no idea why I even still had it, but pulling that card out of my wallet and making my first appointment with Kimbrough was the beginning of my time in the belly of a whale, a time of relative safety but not yet the final answer. Early in my time with Kimbrough I had a dream that I didn’t understand, but he did. I was walking across a beach—notice the connection to Jonah, though I wasn’t in a pool of whale vomit. I was wearing wingtip shoes. I came to the edge of the water and could go no further. The water, quite calm as I remember it, opened out before me endlessly. There was no land in sight. Kimbrough knew. Those wingtip shoes were a symbol of my being a lawyer. I actually had wingtip dress shoes at the time and wore them when I went to court. I had gone as far as they could take me. I had come to the end of my time as a lawyer. A different future opened out before me, a future of calm like the calm of the ocean in my dream. And I kept saying to myself: Yes, I know that I’m supposed to be doing something else; but I don’t know what it is, and besides, I’m too old and I can’t afford it.

Then the miracle happened. At least it was a miracle for me. I learned that the Seattle University School of Theology and Ministry (we just called it STM) was creating within its structure what they called, and call, the Institute of Ecumenical Theological Studies (IETS). Seattle University is a Jesuit university, thoroughly Catholic in its orientation; and because SU’s Catholicism is Jesuit it is for the most part a very good thing. The University’s School of Theology and Ministry, though it didn’t and doesn’t form Catholic priests, had offered a fully accredited Master of Divinity degree for some time. I learned that the leaders of several mainline Protestant denominations in the Seattle area, including my own United Church of Christ, had worked with STM to develop a way for Protestant students to get a seminary education at Seattle University that culminated with an M.Div., the degree required for ordination in most Protestant denominations. I attended the opening ceremony for IETS on July 1, 1997, though I’m not at all sure I know why. The first class of Protestants had started at STM that summer, but I wasn’t one of them. I remember saying to my wife not long thereafter that I just had to enroll in STM. I didn’t yet know why. Though that voice from deep in my psyche had told me three years earlier that I’m a preacher it still hadn’t occurred to me that my call was to parish ministry. My wife asked me how I was going to pay for it. I said I didn’t know. I said I’d go into debt if I had to (and I did). I closed my law office at the end of July, 1997, and in September I began my studies for a Master of Divinity degree at Seattle University.

Then the second miracle happened. I knew that I would have to have some kind of part-time job while I was going to school. I had no idea what that job would be. One day in August, 1997, I read through the help wanted ads of the Seattle Times newspaper. I had heard for years that the help wanted ads are really no way to find a job, but I looked anyway. There it was. The Legal Action Center of Catholic Community Services of Western Washington was looking for a half time attorney. I called and went in for an interview. The Legal Action Center was, and is, a legal services program that provides free legal representation to low income tenants in eviction cases. It styles itself as a homelessness prevention agency. I think they were as surprised by me as I was by them. They weren’t expecting to get a trial lawyer with years of experience who had been a senior litigation associate with the fourth largest law firm in the country, but that’s what I was. They knew I would be going to seminary. Mark, the director, asked me if I’d have a problem working with people with an “alternative lifestyle,” or something like that. It turns out that my immediate supervisor would be a lesbian woman. I assured them that I wouldn’t want to work for an agency where people like her were not welcome and fully accepted. So they offered me the job. I took it. At long last I was doing law that felt worth doing. Moreover, because I worked twenty hours a week and Catholic Community Services is an agency of the Roman Catholic Archdiocese of Seattle, I got a twenty-five percent tuition reduction at Seattle University. Whenever I doubt divine providence I remember that Legal Action Center job.

STM and the Legal Action Center were my whale. They held me. They gave me a safe space in which to come to my senses. They gave me time to figure out where God was really calling me, which turned out to be to parish ministry in the United Church of Christ. I was a student at STM from September, 1997, to December, 2000. I worked for the Legal Action Center from September, 1997, to February, 2003, when the part-time call I had gotten as a UCC church pastor became fulltime. I thank God for both STM and the Legal Action Center. They rescued me from the storm of my life. With them my depression cleared up, and I stopped taking medication for it. I haven’t taken it for years now. They were my whale. Thank God for whales.

Graduating from STM with my M.Div. degree was, I guess, a little bit like getting vomited out of the whale, though I still worked for Legal Action Center. I knew God was calling me, and I knew I was ready to say yes if yes were in any way possible. Now, over seventeen years later, I am a recently retired, ordained UCC minister with nearly sixteen years of pastoral experience. That’s not a lot compared to my colleagues who went into ministry earlier in life than I did, but it’s what I was able to do. Monroe Congregational United Church of Christ in Monroe, Washington, became my Nineveh. It was where God called me to do God’s work. Of course I never preached against it like Jonah preached against Nineveh, but still. God called Jonah to Nineveh. God called me to Monroe. Thanks be to God for our personal Ninevehs.

So that funny story of Jonah turns out indeed to be a myth of the psychological or spiritual journey in response to God’s call, not that I consider myself any kind of hero. For most of us that journey has had its storms. It has had the darkness of night. We have been lost, and we have been found. We have said no, or we have said I can’t, or we have said I don’t want to, and God sent us God’s storms. God also sends us God’s whales. Then God sends us out of our whale to do God’s work. I like to think that I have never resented what God has done in my life the way Jonah resented God not destroying Nineveh.[4] Jonah’s story is indeed mythic. It is archetypical. It speaks of the journeys so many of us have been on. And yes, it really is funny.



[1] The Scripture quotations contained herein are from the New Revised Standard Version Bible, copyright © 1989 by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the U.S.A. Used by permission. All rights reserved.
[2] One Sunday years ago the lay worship leader who was assisting with my worship service got me singing that song with him in front of the congregation. Some of our people may have been shocked to hear their pastor singing “It ain’t necessarily so,” although of course lyricist Ira Gershwin was absolutely right about that. I used that line as an epigraph to my book Liberating the Bible, in which I say that a great many things in the Bible ain’t necessarily so.
[3] I’m pretty sure some church people would appreciate it if we preachers would limit our sermons to nine words, or even nine hundred, but I digress.
[4] Jonah would have loved the biblical book Nahum. It exults in the violent destruction of Nineveh by the Babylonians. There Nineveh gets what Jonah wanted it to get, not that I think all that violence was really God’s doing.

Sunday, January 14, 2018

God Is Still Speaking

This is the text of the sermon I gave at Prospect UCC in Seattle on January 14, 2018.


God Is Still Speaking
Rev. Dr. Thomas C. Sorenson
for
Prospect UCC, Seattle
January 14, 2018

Scripture: 1 Samuel 3:1-10; Psalm 139: 1-6, 13-18

Let us pray: May the words of my mouth and the meditations of all of our hearts be acceptable in your sight O God, our strength and our redeemer. Amen.

So. Back in the pulpit at Prospect UCC. This is where I did my first real preaching. See, I served at this church during the 1998-99 academic year as a seminary intern. Trish, who was the pastor here then, let me preach once a month. And now I’m back, and I wish it were under other circumstances. I’m sure we’re all keeping Pastor Meighan and her family in our prayers. I’m confident that some of you know what it is to lose a loved one to death too soon. I do. I don’t know if any of you remember my wife Francie. She was here with me frequently during that academic year that’s already nineteen years ago now. Francie died of cancer in 2002 at age 55. That kind of loss is one that time softens, but it never goes away. The loss of a loved one is traumatic at any age, but it’s especially hard when our loved one dies too young. So prayers continue for Meighan and her family in this most difficult time for them.
Last Tuesday when Meighan asked me to cover for her today the first thing I did was the first thing I always did during my nearly sixteen years as a parish pastor. I looked up the readings in the Revised Common Lectionary for today. Some of you may know that Meighan and I are part of a clergy lectionary group that meets on Monday mornings, but last Monday we never got around to looking at the readings. That happens sometimes when one or more of us needs a lot of check-in time like Meighan and a couple others of us did last Monday. We all know that’s OK, because that group functions as much as a colleague support group as it does as a lectionary group. When I did look at the lectionary readings for today I was struck by how much those two scripture readings that we just heard from the lectionary speak to me of my time here at Prospect while I was in seminary at Seattle University. The story of Samuel hearing a call from God is of course about how God calls people to do the work of God, and it was here at Prospect that I first discerned that my call actually was to parish ministry. Beyond that, while I was here and indeed through all of my time in seminary I carried a copy of Psalm 139 in the front of the notebook I used for class notes. Psalm 139 always reminds me of my time in seminary, and it popped up in the lectionary for a Sunday when I would be preaching at one of my seminary churches. Coincidence? Maybe. Providence? Maybe. Whatever. There they were, so I used them for this morning’s service.
The story of the call of Samuel is one of several call stories of prophets in the Old Testament. It’s a bit different than some of the others because Samuel doesn’t try to get out of the call. Both Isaiah and Jeremiah, two of the greatest of the Hebrew prophets, made excuses and tried to get out of God’s call before they finally said yes. Samuel didn’t, and maybe that’s because he’s known his whole life that he has been somehow dedicated to the Lord. After all, his mother had given him away to the temple when he was awfully young. Be that as it may, there are other things about Samuel’s call story that are quite typical of the experiences of people who have discerned a call from God. Samuel doesn’t try to get out God’s call, but at first (and for quite a while) he doesn’t even realize that it is God who is calling him. He hears something. He hears what he takes to be a human voice, so he assumes it must be Eli calling him. Was the Lord mimicking Eli’s voice? Probably not, but there was no other person present; so Samuel assumes it’s Eli he’s hearing. He assumes that that Eli is calling him for quite some time. Three times he goes to Eli. It never occurs to him that it is actually God calling him. He just doesn’t hear a call coming from God.
That’s pretty typical of how God’s calls work. God doesn’t overwhelm us with God’s call. God speaks most often with the still small voice that Elijah hears on the mountain. Most of the time we don’t perceive God’s call as an actual human voice at all. It’s more like a feeling. It’s a sense deep inside that there’s something we’re supposed to be doing that’s different from what we are doing. Most of the time God’s call is easy to ignore, at least for a while. It’s easy to mistake for something else like Samuel did. God called. Samuel didn’t respond because it never occurred to him that what he was hearing was a call from God.
Which leads us to the other thing about Samuel’s call story that is so typical of calls from God. Samuel didn’t hear. Samuel didn’t respond, but God didn’t stop calling. One of the things about a call from God that can be quite irritating to those of us who really don’t want to get a call from God is that once God has decided to call a person, God doesn’t give up. Let me tell you a story from my time at the Seattle University School of Theology and Ministry where I was studying when I was first with you some nineteen years ago. At the first orientation meeting I went to for new students in September, 1997, we were asked to introduce ourselves and say a bit about why we were there. Shortly a running joke developed in peoples’ responses. Person after person spoke of how she or he had discerned a call from God and rejected it. The buzz phrase became: God called, and I hung up. Almost every new seminary student in that room had had that experience. I know I had. We all had our reasons for not answering God’s call. Mine were that I was too old (51) and couldn’t afford it. Yet God had given up on none of us. Samuel didn’t respond, and God kept calling, Most of us new students at STM twenty years ago hadn’t responded either, and God kept calling. God keeps calling until we finally hear. God keeps calling until we finally give up and say yes. Samuel finally said yes. So did my classmates at SU. So did I.
Folks, God has called women and men to respond and to do God’s work in the world for as long as human beings have had any sense of the reality of God. God has always had work for God’s people to do. It is no less true today that God has work for God’s people to do. I imagine that many of you share my dismay at what’s going on in our country’s politics today. Racism has raised its ugly head in new and disturbing ways, not least of all in the White House itself. Xenophobia, hatred of foreigners, rises along with it. We hear the highest politicians in the land condemning non-Christian people and associating them all with terrorists, never mind that history has seen plenty of Christian terrorists over the centuries. The president condemns countries and indeed a whole continent most of whose people aren’t white with an obscene epithet. He wants immigrants from Norway, presumably because Norwegians are mostly white not black.
There are all kinds of other ills in the world today, but today I want to focus on racism. That’s partly because America’s original sin of racism has been so obvious in recent days, but it’s also because tomorrow we celebrate the birth of one of our country’s greatest leaders in the struggle for peace and justice, the Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr. Dr. King was human. That means he wasn’t perfect. But Dr. King heard a call from God. He heard many calls from God. He heard first a call to ordained ministry in his Black Baptist tradition. Then he heard a call to graduate studies, so he went and got his Ph.D. in systematic theology—something I always thought I wanted to do but never did. Then, thank God, he heard a call to be a leader in the struggle for equal dignity and rights for America’s millions of Black people who lived under the oppressive conditions of legal and de facto segregation. Then he heard a call to speak out against America’s pointless and destructive war in Viet Nam in which Black Americans suffered in disproportionate numbers. He heard a call to work to improve the economic conditions of all poor people in our country, not just Black people but all people who were economically disadvantaged. Brother Martin heard all of these calls, and he responded. When God called he said yes. He answered as a Christian, and that meant he preached the achievement of justice and peace always through nonviolent means. And he called white people like me, including perhaps especially white clergy like me, out of our complacency and into action for justice and peace.
Folks, I am convinced that today more than any time in the recent past God is calling all of us out of our complacency and into action for justice and peace, for justice and peace are threatened in our country today like they have not been in a long time. There hasn’t been a president as racist as the one we have now perhaps since Woodrow Wilson, a great man in some ways but nonetheless a racist to the core of his being. We have never had a president as reckless in his threats to use nuclear weapons as Donald Trump is. We have rarely had a president who so advocates advantages for the privileged at the expense of the rest of us as he does. I pray that Mr. Trump and his supporters will have a change of heart and a change of mind, but as long as racial prejudice and poverty stalk our land God calls us to action just as God called Samuel to action so long ago and just as God called Martin Luther King to action sixty and more years ago. As we celebrate Dr. King’s birth tomorrow we cannot remain silent about the threats to the wellbeing of Black people in the US and around the world and the other dangers that are so real today. The gospel of Jesus Christ gives us no alternative but to speak out, to speak up, and to get active.
God is calling. About that there really is no doubt. Do we hear? Or do we think we hear some latter day Eli rather than God? If we hear, will we try to get out of the call like Isaiah, Jeremiah, and so many others did? God spoke to Samuel. God spoke to Isaiah. God spoke to Jeremiah. God spoke to Jesus. God spoke to Martin Luther King, and God is still speaking. God is speaking to us. God is calling to us. Will we say with Samuel “Speak, for your servant is listening”? Will we hear? Will we answer? I pray that it may be so. Amen.