Monday, January 30, 2017

Why Can’t We Agree on What It Means to be Human? (Or, the Sad Reason the March for Life Always Makes Me Nervous)

by Rob Goodale

“All Life Is Beautiful,” the sign said. “Protect All Human Life: the unborn, the imprisoned, the immigrant, the refugee, the disabled.” My girlfriend sent me photos of the poster board that sat next to her on the bus as she traveled to Washington, D.C. for the March for Life last Friday.

She had made the sign because she felt conflicted about being at the March. She wanted to be clear just who and what it was she had come there to support—to advocate for protection and defense of all human life, especially lives commonly forgotten or neglected. We talked about the constantly narrowing scope of the pro-life movement to a single issue, the increasingly charged political atmosphere surrounding that issue, the rapidly escalating anger from passionate people on both sides, and how a person who calls for the protection of the unborn, the incarcerated, the immigrant, the refugee, the veteran, the person with disabilities, and the homeless doesn’t fit neatly into existing political categories.

People who are passionate about being pro-life and pro-choice tend to talk about each other in language that would suggest that everyone is either a depraved sex fiend who wants to kill babies, or is a misogynist pig who hates women and wants to control their bodies. I have friends on both sides of this issue, friends who sometimes shout hurtful things and write vicious words and make me sad and afraid to log onto social media, and made me nervous that my girlfriend was going to the March for Life. Using this kind of rhetoric is wrong and destructive, and it makes me sick to my stomach.

And so today I’m going to defend human life by attempting to uncover the nature of humanity. So… small fish to fry.

The defense of human life must be a universal, seamless endeavor, one that safeguards the nature of humanity in addition to the dignity and biological life of each individual human being. When we reduce the pro-life movement to a single issue, it devolves into the kind of angry, incoherent, lunacy which leads a person to say that women who get abortions should be incarcerated, gay people should be electrocuted to cure them of their depravity, and innocent refugees fleeing war-torn countries shouldn’t bother knocking on our door for help. None of these things are “pro-life.” 1

A great deal of our problems stem from the fact that we are all constantly lied to about what it actually does mean to be human. These lies enter my consciousness in myriad ways: some innocuous, others grotesque, still others tantalizing. When I attach myself to these lies, I sow seeds of division and separation that are harmful to individuals, to communities, and to society at large. I am told that to be human is to achieve great things: the greater and more impressive my achievements, the more human I am. I am told that to be human is to buy things: the more things I buy, and the more expensive those things are, the more human I am. I am told that to be human is to have sex: the more sex I have, and the more exciting that sex is, the more human I am.

I am told that I get to decide what it means to be human, and so then I begin to draw lines that divide the human family: lines based on age, or race, or nationality, or creed, or gender, or economic status, or sexual desire, or political affiliation. I start drawing these lines, and then I attempt to define myself based on which side of these lines I happen to fall on. In doing so, I inadvertently define myself by how I am different from people on the other side of these lines; once those people on the other side of the line are defined as different from me, then I have made myself separate from them, and have re-arranged the world based on my own perceptions of it.

We are all told these things by the culture in which we are formed as human beings: every television show, every tweet, every billboard, every radio ad, every political debate is a data point that contributes to the constantly evolving understanding of self and its relationship to the other selves that make up the human family. We cannot set the record straight and begin to form a culture that emphasizes life until we rediscover what it truly means to be human.

A true Christian view of the world, one that isn’t weaponized for political purposes, must be coherent and unifying, with no other center than Christ himself.2 If I make myself the sole definer of human nature, and I attempt to decide who “counts” as human enough to be deserving of actual, authentic, self-giving love instead of mere lip service, then I follow in the footsteps of Adam and Eve by trying to assume for myself divine authority. I toss out the created order of things in favor of my own, as if I know better than the Creator how things ought to be.

Christ is the fullness of God’s revelation. By taking on a human nature, God reveals humanity to itself and makes clear its very high calling. 3 Nowhere is that nature and calling made more clear, more befuddling, or more terrifying than in the Eucharist, where Christ unreservedly gives himself to each and every human person. In the Eucharist, Christ brings us all into perfect unity with him and with one another, and reveals the nature of every human being—to embody this radical, unmeasured self-gift with our lives.

Saint Paul writes that “Christ Jesus, though he was in the form of God, did not regard equality with God something to be grasped, but rather emptied himself.” 4 Catholics believe that the Eucharist is the real presence of Christ, and is therefore a demonstration of this self-emptying love: the Word which gives life and meaning to all things and is without end or limit willfully chooses to be made known to us in the form of a tiny, paper-thin wafer. The Son of God becomes truly present in an object that has absolutely no agency, whose only purpose is to be eaten.

He does not do this simply to demonstrate his humility or his love for us, for the Eucharist is not just a sign but also an instrument: it realizes what it signifies. The Eucharist illustrates the radical extent of God’s self-gift, and it is also the means by which we are incorporated into his Body and therefore his kenotic action. The grace received in the Sacrament empowers me to give myself away as he does, because it is no longer I who live but Christ who lives in me—I am his eyes, his ears, his hands, his body. Christ desires perfect unity among all humans, and in the Eucharist he asks me to allow him to work through me to achieve this end.

When I encounter Christ and invite him to begin working in me, I discover that picking and choosing whose life is worth protecting is as impossible as picking and choosing the color of the sky. Every person, from every corner of the earth, at every stage of life, is loved into being by God, and therefore needs our love and respect as well—even if they don’t want it!

Being human isn’t about achievement or possessions or sex or any of the other crap we feed ourselves; it’s about realizing how radically we are loved, and loving in response—giving ourselves away freely and totally. When I stop being so concerned with myself—my identity, my beliefs, my vocation, my life—and begin to practice self-gift, I discover that my nature is love.

I shouldn’t have to be nervous about loved ones gathering for a celebration of life. But despite the nerves, and despite the weird political ambiguity, it’s crucially important that we march. One goal of the March for Life may be to bring about a change in the laws regarding abortion in the US, but the ultimate goal of every social movement—and of society itself—ought to be the flourishing of human community, flourishing that can only be achieved by protecting and attending to the needs of the most poor and vulnerable among us. As Mother Theresa shrewdly recognized, “we have forgotten that we belong to one another.” No one will remember unless we start talking about it.

In the Eucharist, Jesus shows me who I am. More importantly, he shows me who other people are, which in the end is not determined by age, race, gender, creed, nationality, economic status, sexual desire, or political affiliation, but by God. Jesus reveals humanity to be defined by the act of self-gift, and in receiving his gift of self, we are empowered to go and do likewise. We love because he first loved us.


1 Which seems obvious to me, but apparently is not obvious enough for elected officials to understand.



2 Which, again, seems obvious to me, but is apparently not obvious enough for our elected officials to understand.



3 Gaudium et spes §22.



4 Philippians 2.

Thursday, January 26, 2017

A Litany for the Marginalized

by Dan Masterton

As Donald Trump has taken office and begun to enact some of the promises he made on the campaign trail, it has been beautiful to see the advocacy and solidarity expressed by so many people in so many ways, from the small gestures made by neighbors and community members to vulnerable people to the profound events of the women's marches in so many places.

It's clear that the dignity and value of human life will continue to be under attack from many angles, even in ways that peel back the progress we have recently made socially. While some aspects of abortion may be further restricted, new executive actions and the momentum of this administration and Congress have already targeted many groups and issues with fresh or renewed discrimination.

I'm not sure what the political, social, or economic solutions exactly are, but I know one thing we can do consistently and do better: pray.

I won't claim that prayer will fix everything. I will attest that prayer will focus us in order to more clearly understand God and His will. And I will affirm that prayer is strengthened and intensified when it is manifested in action.

So, to help root us in prayer that can lead us to right and just action, today I simply want to offer a prayer that I wrote last year and began praying with my students. This is my Litany for the Marginalized, which invites us to acknowledge various people we often forget about (and creates a framework for you to add more groups in need of prayer). I hope you'll consider praying it with your friends and family as we seek to enflesh fuller solidarity with our brothers and sisters who we marginalize:
Jesus says,
“I pray… for those who will believe in me through their word,
so that they may all be one,
as you, Father, are in me and I in you,
that they also may be in us,
that the world may believe that you sent me.” (John 17:20-21)
For people with mental disabilities… That we may be one.
For people with physical disabilities…That we may be one.
For people who are homeless… That we may be one.
For people who are refugees… That we may be one.
For people who are elderly… That we may be one.
For people who are in prison… That we may be one.
For people who identify as LGBT… That we may be one.
For people who are unemployed… That we may be one.
For people with social disorders… That we may be one.
For people who are unborn… That we may be one.
For people who are very sick… That we may be one.
For all people who we have marginalized… That we may be one.
 Amen. 
Download and save it to use in your prayers!

Monday, January 23, 2017

How to Read the Bible Rebelliously

by Dave Gregory

Dear Christians1: this might be unwelcome news, but we’ve been reading the Bible wrong for the vast majority of our history. 1.5 We somehow managed to forget that persecuted, subjugated, victimized peoples wrote the entirety of the Bible; every single iota, every single stroke of the pen, came from the hand of someone who directly knew what it meant to endure invisibilization and onslaught. In the very moment that the Roman Empire became “Holy,” we began to mess things up. That’s when the Christian imagination initiated its descent into amnesia, and the notion of a God whose biblical identity of divine liberator began to fade from Christianity’s collective consciousness. God became a deity of power and might, of conquering victory, forged into a weapon with which we as Christians might assert ourselves over the categorical “Other”. The ramifications of this error have reverberated throughout Christendom, and we have never fully recovered. I do not mean to wholly dismiss sixteen hundred years of religious history in one fell swoop, but damn you, Constantine. Damn you.

Catholicism has been a credally- and sacramentally-based tradition, for its adherents remained largely illiterate until the dawn of the printing press. Part of the reason why our Protestant confreres and consoeurs relied so heavily upon the doctrine of sola scriptura is because the Reformation took flight during an era of explosive literacy! The common Catholic, by stark contrast, could not read the Bible for the first 1500 years of Christianity’s existence, and therefore remained incapable of exploring Scripture with their own eyes. My, my, how things have changed.

Dei Verbum, the Dogmatic Constitution on Divine Revelation from the Second Vatican Council, called for Catholics to study the Bible through the relatively new lens of historical-critical methodologies,2 opening up the possibility of reading the Bible with the prospect that it might not all be literal, historical truth. I’ll refrain from rambling on here, but nonetheless we must be aware that in understanding the historical, religious, cultural, and political contexts in which various biblical books were written, the Bible becomes something startlingly different.

If those among us who believe the Bible to be the Word of God can begin to see that rebels produced the Bible, we ourselves will become rebels. I hope this little blog post opens up some of the history and meaning behind biblical composition and formation, and in so doing will ignite some anti-establishment sparks, only because I love Jesus. I mean, a degree of antiestablishmentarianism defined Christ’s own path in many ways; thoroughly rooted in tradition though he was, he sought to remind his Jewish contemporaries of their tradition’s heart. Biblical criticism unveils a world of possibilities through which we can come to know, understand, and fall more deeply in love with Jesus. In studying the context of his own mission, his person grows more radiant, and his purposefulness more potent.

The Boring Historical Stuff, Unless You’re a Giant Dork Like Me

The fact of the matter is this: the kingdoms of Israel and Judah were tiny, powerless (almost negligibly so) nations that existed in the midst of far more advanced (and potentially ruthlessly violent) empires; Egypt, Assyria, Babylon, Persia, and Rome far surpassed Israel and Judah in economic and military might. These empires constantly fought, trampling over one another, and over Israel and Judah as they swung their mighty fists against one another’s jawbones. On the below map, you can see that the land of Canaan (the “promised land”) occupies a highly desirable tract of geography, sitting along the Mediterranean. Indeed, this was a land flowing with milk and honey.



The Book of Joshua describes the entrance of the Israelites into Canaan following the death of Moses. The chosen people slaughter entire nations, mowing down women and children, destroying crops and agriculture. Cue the walls of Jericho tumbling down. However, archaeological evidence has demonstrated that the narrative of Joshua has no historical basis regarding the image of Israelite military might, for the Israelites did not conquer the peoples who occupied this territory. Jericho had fallen to the Egyptians centuries before the Israelites emerged, and so far as we can tell, Israel and Judah formed from a scattered collection of tribal affiliations. After all, non-biblical texts from these empires mention Israel and Judah, though give their worldly “power” little to no credence. Monarchies emerged over the course of hundreds of years, a Temple in Jerusalem was built in the 12th century, and a degree of relative peace lasted for several centuries. However, wars raged on, and the northern kingdom of Israel succumbed to Assyrian conquest in 722 BCE, and ten of the twelve tribes scattered to the winds; the southern kingdom of Judah suffered Babylonian onslaught in 586/7 BCE, and the Babylonians razed the famed Temple of Solomon, built in the 12th century BCE in Jerusalem, to the ground.

Why All of This Matters

Here we must note a crucial bit of history: the Babylonian Exile is the single most important event in the history of the Bible’s formation. The Temple was destroyed, Judah and Israel were no more. Fifty years later, Persia completed its conquest of Babylon, and allowed the Judeans to return home. During this period following the Persian rescue, Judeans rebuilt their Temple in Jerusalem and the Hebrew Bible came into formation. Although certain stories and snippets of poetry existed prior to the Babylonian Exile, members of the priestly and political elite wrote the majority of the Bible following their return home. The Torah, Joshua, Judges, Chronicles, and Kings -- those books that speak of the origins of humanity and Israel -- were all either written or finalized during and after the Babylonian Exile. Much of the Hebrew Bible, therefore, was written as a form of rebellion against foreign power. The narratives that describe the formation of ancient Israel are inherently political things, establishing a national and cultural mythos through story-telling, long after the events they describe occurred. This people who underwent exile sought to re-create themselves by creating the Bible.

This being said, the prophetic literature (Isaiah, Jeremiah, Ezekiel, et al) came into existence during the time periods immediately surrounding the Assyrian and Babylonian victories over Israel and Judah. Ever wonder what these texts were about, what drove them to speak so passionately of despair and hope? In the original Hebrew Bible, prophetic literature comprises the Bible’s tummy, before the Writings (Psalms, Proverbs, Job, et cetera). 3 Seriously, read that footnote.

The prophets rebelled against the existent order, condemning the fact that the religious establishment of the Temple had built itself upon the blood of the anawim (“the weak”); the widow, the orphan, and the foreigner had been exploited in order for the Temple -- littered with the presence of foreign idols by the time of the Babylonian conquest -- to exist. As a consequence, the people would invite Exile upon themselves, as much of the prophetic literature asserts.

Amos, writing as Israel began to descend into sacreligiosity and exploitation in the mid-eighth century BCE, boldly proclaims in chapter 54 (vv. 10-12):
They hate the one who reproves in the gate,
     and they abhor the one who speaks the truth.
Therefore because you trample on the poor
     and take from them levies of grain,
you have built houses of hewn stone,
     but you shall not live in them;
you have planted pleasant vineyards,
     but you shall not drink their wine.
For I know how many are your transgressions,
     and how great are your sins—
you who afflict the righteous, who take a bribe,
     and push aside the needy in the gate.
And at the beginning of chapter 8 (vv. 4-6) he writes:
Hear this, you that trample on the needy,
     and bring to ruin the poor of the land,

saying, “When will the new moon be over
     so that we may sell grain;
and the sabbath,
     so that we may offer wheat for sale?
We will make the ephah small and the shekel great,
     and practice deceit with false balances,
buying the poor for silver
     and the needy for a pair of sandals,

     and selling the sweepings of the wheat.”
Reading Amos as a 21st century American makes my blood run cold; the gap between the super-wealthy and the increasingly desperate middle-class grows insurmountably large, and the prosperity gospel of Joel Osteen and company tightens its grip around the throat of American Christianities. The prophet Isaiah5, who knew a similar situation as the shadow of Babylonian armies loomed over Israel, declares in chapter 3 (vv. 13-15):
The Lord rises to argue his case;
     he stands to judge the peoples.
The Lord enters into judgment
     with the elders and princes of his people:
“It is you who have devoured the vineyard;
     the spoil of the poor is in your houses.
What do you mean by crushing my people,
     by grinding the face of the poor?” says the Lord God of hosts.
And he continues to warn against the unjust excesses of the rich in chapter 5 (vv. 11-13):
Ah, you who rise early in the morning
     in pursuit of strong drink,
who linger in the evening
     to be inflamed by wine,
whose feasts consist of lyre and harp,
     tambourine and flute and wine,
but who do not regard the deeds of the Lord,
     or see the work of his hands!
Therefore my people go into exile without knowledge;
     their nobles are dying of hunger,
     and their multitude is parched with thirst.
Now here is the truly remarkable thing: when Isaiah speaks of the Messiah, he does not predict Jesus. Rather, the prophet boldly announces that Cyrus, the king of Persia, is God’s “anointed” (in Hebrew, the mashiyach, and in Greek, the christos). As it turns out, Jesus was not even a twinkle in the prophet’s mind. Don’t believe me? Here’s the opening of chapter 45, in which Isaiah identifies Cyrus directly as the messianic figure who would rescue the Judeans from Babylonian captivity (vv. 1-6):
Thus says the Lord to his anointed, to Cyrus,
     whose right hand I have grasped
to subdue nations before him
     and strip kings of their robes,
to open doors before him—
     and the gates shall not be closed:
I will go before you
     and level the mountains,
I will break in pieces the doors of bronze
     and cut through the bars of iron,
I will give you the treasures of darkness
     and riches hidden in secret places,
so that you may know that it is I, the Lord,
     the God of Israel, who call you by your name.
For the sake of my servant Jacob,
     and Israel my chosen,
I call you by your name,
     I surname you, though you do not know me.
I am the Lord, and there is no other;
     besides me there is no god.
I arm you, though you do not know me,
     so that they may know, from the rising of the sun
and from the west, that there is no one besides me;
     I am the Lord, and there is no other.
Yeesh. Isaiah had some high hopes for this Cyrus guy, whom Ezra later depicts (following the return from exile) as bankrolling the rebuilding of the Temple. We’ve been misconstruing the prophets for hundreds of years, reducing the role of prophecy to nothing more than crystal ball predictions. Prophecy, as properly understood, was far more concerned with addressing the political, religious, and cultural catastrophes surrounding the Assyrian and Babylonian conquests than forecasting events that might unfold hundreds of years in the future. Go read the prophets for yourselves with this in mind, and they become something entirely new: the champions of those who have been systematically marginalized.

Even the very first story of the Bible, God’s creation of the world in seven days, contains echoes of the Exile. With the Temple destroyed, ancient Israelites could no longer offer sacrifice in the Temple, and therefore their entire basis for worship vanished. In exile, however, YHWH’s people began to congregate in local communities (synagogues), under the guidance of rabbinical teachers, and began to practice the Sabbath day of rest. What does one have to engage relationship with God when one has no altar to sacrifice upon? Nothing other than one’s own self. What is the Sabbath? The act of remembering whence one has come and whither one goes, one’s divine origin and destination, partaking in the very process of creation. How does the first creation myth of Genesis end? With the Sabbath.6

The Bottom Line

When the nation of Israel came into existence following the Second World War, Zionist leaders spoke of their exile ending. In this, they did not refer to the atrocities of the Holocaust, but to the exile that began two and a half millennia prior. Through the time of Jesus, Israel remained under foreign occupation; their rulers changed, but the fact of captivity never ceased.

Ultimately, the entire Bible -- both the Hebrew Bible and the Christian Testament7 -- posits an act of political and theological rebellion. It is no wonder that the spirituals of African slaves drew inspiration from the story of Exodus literature, the famed (though historically inaccurate) story of returning home, or that Rev. Martin Luther King, Jr. quoted the prophets throughout his speeches and writings, condemning the “filthy, rotten system” that Dorothy Day also despised. Our sacred Scriptures ought not be read as anything other than profoundly subversive, as intentionally dangerous to the established order of things. The Bible instructs that our theological and political selves are one and the same.

Taking the Bible seriously necessitates that we take its history seriously, that we learn how and why it came to exist in the midst of such profound suffering. The implications for reading the Hebrew Bible rebelliously -- that is, in a manner departing from conventional standards within Christian circles -- are manifold. If we see that the primeval8 mythologies of Genesis rebel against other ancient Near Eastern mythologies, transforming human understanding of the Divine, our own images of God will be refined. If we know that Israel and Judah never sought the mass conversion of non-Jews to belief in YHWH through force, but rather through witnessing by their very lives to a God of love, perhaps we as Christians might be more willing to do the same. If we can stop reading the prophets solely through a typological lens, as predicting the coming of Jesus of Nazareth and foretelling how he would be killed, we can rediscover the radicality of their call to justice. If we look beyond reading the Song of Songs as a metaphor for God’s relationship to the Church, and read it for what it is (popular love poetry that never mentions God), maybe we’d begin to view sexual intimacy a bit more positively, as a means of experiencing the very life of God.

If we cannot learn to read the Bible rebelliously, insisting that we continue along the path of blasé complacency in ignorance, we might as well not call ourselves Christian.


1 In using the term “Christians,” I do not mean to target non-Catholic Christians: I include the vast landscape of all those who identify as followers of the Christ.



1.5 Editor's Note: We here at The Restless Hearts do love and value our readers, even though our posts - especially Dave's - may sometimes, as Rob so well put, talk about something we're doing that sucks and is wrong but isn't totally our fault. Please continue reading as we agitate you nonetheless.



2 In short, beginning in the mid-to-late 19th century, non-Catholic Scripture scholars came to study the history behind the Bible’s composition, which has enormously aided our understanding of its contents.



3 The Hebrew Bible is divided into three sections: the Torah, the Nevi’im, and the Ketuvim (the Instruction [not “the Law”], the Prophets, and the Writings). God establishes the heart of the Covenental promise in the Torah and informs Israel how to keep this covenant, the Prophets detail Israel falling away from the covenant, and the Writings are a collection of literatures depicting the human struggle to exist within and rebuild the covenant. A lovely organic structure persists in the Hebrew Bible’s internal organization, which Christianity systematically dissected and destroyed. Christians have read the prophets as simply “predicting” Jesus, and therefore removed them from the middle of the Bible and toward its end, right before the Gospels.



4 In the following passages, I have taken the liberty of placing the most crucial phrases in bold.



5 My personal favorite, namely because I wrote my master’s thesis on Deutero-Isaiah and this prophet’s invention of monotheism as a theodicy. More on this later, but it’s good to know a bit of background on the book. Traditionally, it has been held that one individual penned the entirety, however, modern scholarship of the past half-century has come to a consensus that the text was comprised in three distinct periods: Proto-Isaiah (chapters 1-39) pre-date the Babylonian Exile; Deutero-Isaiah (chapters 40-55) were written immediately prior to and/or during the Exile; and Trito-Isaiah (chapters 56-66) arrived following the Exile. This explains their characteristics. The first thirty-nine chapters speak of impending doom, the next fifteen speak of suffering in the midst of exile, and the final ten focus on hopefulness.



6 If you want some more detail on this fascinating subject, here’s a long footnote for your pleasure. The Babylonian creation myth, the Enuma Elish, posits that the world was created through violence between deities. The god of the storms and air, Marduk, vanquishes the goddess of the waters, Tiamat, and tears her body in half; with one half, he forms the heavens and with the other he forms the oceans. Her corpse becomes land mass, and humans are formed out of mud and divine blood to feed the feisty collection of Babylonian gods. Sound familiar? In Genesis, the “wind” of God separates the chaotic waters, forming the heavens and the earth. Genesis rebels against Babylonian mythology, insisting that creation was an act of love on the part of a single deity, and that humans were not created to be servile to God, but rather stewards of creation as God’s cooperators. However, we were made out of mud as well. Weird, huh? What is truly remarkable about the Genesis mythology is not that similarities persist from its Babylonian origins, but that it transforms the pre-existing narrative so thoroughly. Oh yeah, and what happens to Adam and Eve? They go into exile.



7 I refer to the “Old” and “New” Testaments with this terminology, because naming these two halves of Scripture with the traditional temporal designations reeks of supersessionism, the overcoming of Judaism by Christianity.



8 The “primeval” histories are those stories narrating the origins of the world and humanity before getting into the tales of Israel’s origins: Genesis 1-3, Noah, Babel, et cetera.

Thursday, January 19, 2017

Silence: Martyrdom and Everyday Faith

by Dan Masterton
We’re on our way, we’re on our way
We’re on our way to the temple of Paradise,
To the temple of Paradise,
To the great temple…
-song of the martyrs in
Silence
Just over six years ago, I took a theology course during my senior year at the University of Notre Dame called World Christianity. Fr. Paul Kollman, CSC - one of my favorite teachers ever teaching what turned out to be one of my favorite courses ever - had us read a book called Deep River, which follows a man who seeks his late wife in the mystery of reincarnation and paints a colorful portrait of culture and religion in East Asia. 1

As we concluded our discussion of the book, Fr. Paul pointed us for further reading to what he deemed to be this author’s, Shusaku Endo, true masterpiece: Silence. And as a further endorsement, he shared that Martin Scorsese had long owned the rights to make it a film and hoped to complete the project in the coming years. I bought the book that next summer and tore through it voraciously, looking forward to the release of the movie. After a few years and nary a thought about it, the publicity for the movie release started, and I decided I had to re-read the book. I finished reading this past Saturday and attended a screening this past Sunday that was followed by a discussion with Cardinal Blase Cupich of Chicago. 2 Here are some of my thoughts from this experience. 3

On the whole, the title word “silence” plays into the story in layers that invite reflection on the spiritual nature of silence. The story opens with the Jesuits in Goa and Macao not knowing the status of their provincial, Father Ferreira (Liam Neeson), who has been lost on his mission in Japan. As Father Rodrigues (Andrew Garfield) and Father Garrpe (Adam Driver), two missionaries from Portugal follow in his footsteps to Japan, Rodrigues frequently voices his frustration and confusion at the apparent silence of God toward his prayer and throughout his life. The movie deepens this motif well, staging some moments over only the hum of nature and even setting others completely without diegetic sound.4

Eventually, Rodrigues’ frustration extends to the apparent silence of God in response to the persecution of Japanese Christians as well. The martyrdom of Japanese Christians repeatedly comes to the fore. After Japanese Christians are killed by the sea in coastal executions, Rodrigues decries the relentless persistence of the tide; after a Christian is slain and buried at a prison, Rodrigues is plagued by the unchanged soundtrack of the forest. He struggles with how the world, the things of Creation, how life itself, all go on unencumbered by the atrocities they’ve experienced. How can Creation not cry out - how can God be silent toward this?

The motif of martyrdom underpins the whole story. Japanese Christians, when discovered, are prompted with the fumie.5 From the Japanese for “stepping on a picture,” this is an icon of Christ upon which the Christians must step to demonstrate their apostasy. The authorities assure them it’s simply a formality that only means they have done their duty as citizens. The reader ventures into internal conflict over whether or not such a physical gesture equals apostasy. Cardinal Cupich remarked that such an action represents the confiscation of the external faith life and forces one to commit to earnest interior spirituality; he also noted that spiritual-but-not-religious types often are at a loss because spirituality is something meant to be shared communally and in relationship. Here, we can see the tension for the oppressed Japanese Christian.
The fumie then prompts a closer inspection of martyrdom. The Japanese Christians have learned from the missionaries that the death for a believer is a gateway to eternal life with God. While they have learned the concept of “paradise,” they identify with it most strongly as the end of paying taxes, of interminable labor, and of living a clandestine life.

While Rodrigues affirms that the blood of martyrs is the seed of the Church - so crucial in “the swamp of Japan” where foreign plants cannot take root, or otherwise, when they do, have their roots cut off of them - the narrative of martyrdom is cutting and abrasive. Fathers Garrpe and Rodrigues witness the death of Christians, knowing implicitly and explicitly that the faith which the Portuguese brought has prompted it, though Rodrigues tries to attribute it more widely to the Church and Christ than to himself and his brothers. The palpable suffering and wretched state of these martyr deaths brought me as close to tears as I come in literature, and even more closely when watching their stark portrayal in the film.

Endo observes through Rodrigues the potent parallels between these martyrs and Christ - the sake offered to victims before execution like the vinegar offered to Christ, the culture of informants between villages who snitch on Christians like the betrayal of Judas, the price of silver put on Christians’ heads like the blood money Judas earned. It all left me to wonder whether or not I could face martyrdom.

Would I hold to my faith when witnessing with the death of brothers and sisters? Would I hold to my faith when offered a seemingly minor action to apostatize? I’d like to think I have the courage of my convictions. I’d like to think I’d pursue and achieve the same peace and surrender of the martyrs, the total detachment and the transcendence above the pain that those holy men and women showed.6 But that image of martyrdom involves an abrupt confrontation and a decisive end; Silence painfully yet artfully draws out the social, mental, emotional, spiritual torment as they keep Rodrigues alive and contort his will with calculated assaults from every angle but the physical.

And even as I’m drawn into the shoes of Father Rodrigues and as I weigh my potential state in the face of martyrdom, seeing the film and its portrayal of Kichijiro (Yôsuke Kubozuka) helped me realize the trap there. While the appeal of martyrdom and its salvation is so juicy for spiritual self-speculation, it’s the earthy, mundane, everyday storyline of Kichijiro that can speak even more to the average reader/viewer. Endo does well to narrate the challenges for Rodrigues, but snaking through his whole story is the more directly relatable Kichijiro: the lowly and solitary Japanese exile in Chinese Macao, found in the dregs of the port city, reeking of sake, exuding little to no dignity, and identified as the key to reaching Japan’s shores.

Kichijiro is often described like a dog - servile, sidling even while leading, head bowed and back bent, almost more Gollum7 than human. The fathers enlist him as their guide on the ship that will smuggle them to Japan, and this squirrely shell of a man becomes their catalyst. He will be their link to secret Christians, their navigator through the jungles, their translator and connector to begin their mission.

As we learn Kichijiro’s backstory and see him in action as the story moves forward, we learn of his spinelessness, both with his shaky faith and wider personality. Through actions past, present, and future, Kichijiro bemoans that he was born into a time and place with such persecution. We find out early on that Kichijiro is an apostate, and at one point, Kichijiro regrets, “Listen to me, father. I am an apostate; but if I had died ten years ago, I might have gone to paradise as a good Christian, not despised as an apostate. Merely because I live in a time of persecution...”

This whole narrative transpires on the edges of the sea, and just as the tide rises and falls, Kichijiro is always coming and going. In my first reading, through most of my second reading, and as I began watching the movie, I remained enthralled with the story of these missionaries and followed the trials for their faith with great interest. But in seeing this story in film, seeing the physicalities, mannerisms, and sheepish nature that Kichijiro takes on when he’s relocated from my literary imagination and onto the big screen, I find that my deepest connection is to him.

Few are given the crown of martyr; however, all of us who seek to hold to the faith have to live it out each day. From Kichijiro’s insight about the timing of his life to his actions that we are tempted to judge throughout the story, it’s him with whom I sympathize most. When faced with the persecutions of my life, in a free country, where I can worship freely, where I publish thoughts on my faith, where I can stand up for the truths I believe, how can I live out my faith? Do I strive for courageousness, conviction, and candor? Or do I shrink away from challenges to what I believe?

Kichijiro further asks openly, “I was born weak. One who is weak at heart cannot die a martyr. What am I to do? Ah, why was I born into the world at all?” Can the weak find strength and be emboldened? The atmosphere of persecution to the point of apostasy and death may be foreign to most Catholics in the developed and democratic world, but the question of purpose and prophecy endures. What voice are Catholics called to have in society? How can our evangelization in word and, more importantly, in deed manifest the providence of our being created by a good and loving God? As Kichijiro runs and slinks along the edges of this story, I feel like he tugs me from the glorious hypotheticals of martyrdom and the severity of their lot, and instead forces me to confront how I live my faith everyday.

I struggle to let go of doing “big” ministry, of worrying about page-views on the blog and counting the attendees at the ministry events I lead; I struggle to value the small differences I make for my students while bemoaning their shortcomings in responsibility; I fall short in having the humility to be mindful of the way my students impact and minister to me.

Ultimately, one of the answers that Silence offers to the mystery of God’s apparent silence in our world is that everyone that one does with their life speaks of God. So as you read and watch, and as you wrestle with the profound crosses given to these Japanese Christians and their Portuguese Jesuit fathers, keep an eye out also for the “dog” Kichijiro, and ask yourself: how can your life, its faith, and its works be the voice of God that dispels the apparent silence?


1 Full synopsis, courtesy of Amazon: A trip to India becomes a journey of discovery for a group of Japanese tourists playing out their "individual dramas of the soul." Isobe searches for his reincarnated wife, while Kiguchi relives the wartime horror that ultimately saved his life. Alienated by middle age, Mitsuko follows Otsu, a failed priest, to the holy city of Varanas, hoping that the murky Ganges holds the secret to the "difference between being alive and truly living." Looking for absolutes, each character confronts instead the moral ambiguity of India's complex culture, in which good and evil are seen as a whole as indifferent to distinction as the Ganges River, which washes the living and transports the dead. This novel is a fascinating study of cultural truths revealed through a rich and varied cast. Endo, one of Japan's leading writers, skillfully depicts the small details of life, investing them with universal significance. Highly recommended.



2 I live-tweeted Cardinal Cupich’s comments, some of which are embedded in this post, which you can view here via Twitter.



3 I wouldn’t quite call this a review, as I’m not rating the book, the movie, or the differences between them. I’m just gathering some reactions about how I took it all in and offering some approaches you might consider if you choose to see the movie, or better yet, read the book and then see the movie. I will steer clear of major spoilers, but the context needed for some of my comments will require minor spoilers.



4 Diegetic sound is the sound of the scene’s setting, like the characters’ voices, the natural sound from the streets or the room they’re in, etc.; removing diegetic sound means that the viewer hears nothing from the scene. This sometimes means background music added for effect or can even mean total silence.



5 Fumie in short means stepping on a picture; in this case, Wikipedia actually has a decent summary with a solid set of related links for further reading.



6 I’ve always found this to one of the most amazing mysteries of our Tradition. The stories of our saints and martyrs are surely fraught with exaggerations and embellishments, but I think there’s definite truth to the accounts. I’ve been most spiritually in awe of the total detachment martyrs seem to achieve in the lead up to their execution. It seems to liberate them from experience the depths of pain and suffering that martyrdom entails and brings a lightness and joy to their trial. Reminds me that I’ve got much work to do.



7 Gollum meaning the creepy character from Lord of the Rings whose pursuit of the ring has made him a shell of a person, manifested in his grizzly appearance, skeletal and sallow body, and labored, cloudy way of speaking.

Monday, January 16, 2017

Healing for the Imagination

by Jenny Klejeski

“Memory is the mother of all wisdom.” -Aeschylus

My family’s propensity to quote movies is like a second language. For any given situation, we are quick to respond with an apropos quote or lyric. It’s a habit, an automatic response; we see something that reminds us of a situation in a movie or TV show, and the next thing out of our mouth are the words of some character. I’ve come to learn that this phenomenon is not unique to my family, but seems to be a cultural thing. Quotability is a laudable quality in movies and TV shows. I’m amazed when I stop to reflect on just how influential these silly little phrases and scenes that I’ve committed to memory determine the way I view and react to situations.

Given the important role that memory plays in how we view and respond to the world, it surprises me how much of a bad rap that memorization gets in our educational system. At best it’s considered a tedious nuisance, and at worst it’s warned against as an obstacle to true education. There are, I think, a number of reasons for this attitude toward memorization. As Rob mentioned last week, one possible reason is that we live in the age of smartphones where the information we need is often just a Google search away. Another reason for this mistrust of memorization is our (justifiable) aversion toward an educational model that simply requires the memorization of facts without sufficient explanation of them. In the realm of religious education, we might think of the pre-Vatican II catechesis which consisted largely of memorizing the Baltimore Catechism, perhaps with little exposition of the meaning of the passages.1

While this skepticism is understandable (and can even be healthy), I would like to take a countercultural stance (surprise!) and argue that memorization is an essential part of theology2 and that we should all do it. In fact, I propose memorization as one remedy for a major crisis facing the Christian Church today: the lack of a theological imagination.3 Our theological imagination is, in short, our capacity to contemplate the mysteries of God, to view the world as sacramental, to be able to entertain a paradox.4 The modern world is rife with enemies toward this religious sense. To name a few, think of our esteem of instant gratification, our desire—or even need—for constant stimulation, our numbness to the pornification of culture, and our devolution of love to an abstraction. All of these things wound our sense of wonder and our ability to see and encounter God in the world around us, in short because they cause us to settle for less.5

So, why memorization as an antidote? Again, as Rob so eloquently wrote last week, theology is about learning how to see; it is a mode of viewing the world. If the things we commit to memory (e.g. pithy one-liners from movies) shape the way we see and interact with the world, think of the impact it would have to commit prayer and Scripture to memory. I think of the writings of Augustine, for example, and how he seamlessly intertwines his own reflections with the words of Scripture; it’s difficult to tell where one ends and another begins, and I can’t help but think that’s just how he saw the world. By internalizing the words, phrases, and images of our tradition—even without necessarily understanding or appreciating them at first—we are given a new language, a new grammar with which we can express our heart’s deepest longing. The truth, beauty, and goodness contained in our tradition’s texts can serve as a rubric by which to evaluate the world around us. The memory is not simply an inactive storehouse in our brains, but rather is something that shapes the way we think and act and speak (and, in fact, enables these functions). Every input has an output.

Perhaps an objection to memorization is that we needn’t burden ourselves with the specifics of memorizing a text. Isn’t it good enough that we have the general idea of a passage?

To that I would respond: the mysteries that we contemplate are not abstractions or nice ideas, but are, in fact, realized in the particularities of life. After all, the God of Christianity does not come as a gnostic teller of enlightened truths, but—scandalously—as an incarnate man, a man with a father and mother, a hometown, an occupation, etc. And Christ Himself commands that we remember. In fact, the very source and summit of our Faith is based on an act of making-present-through-remembering (anamnesis). And this act of remembering is not the evoking of a nice feeling or an abstract idea; it’s the doing of specific actions and the speaking of specific words of the Word.

Another common argument against memorization (particularly in education) is that memorizing a text conveys only a surface-level knowledge; students are only learning words, but don’t have an understanding of what the words mean (again, think of the critique of pre-Vatican II catechesis). I agree that it is essential to understand the why that accompanies the what,6 but the why need not always be so immediate. Even Christ, at times, allowed His disciples to remain in the dark about what His words meant.7 The act of memorization is akin to planting seeds that may blossom at a later time. Think of something you had to learn in school that you didn’t understand at first (certain math facts or how to diagram a sentence, perhaps) and the glory of the subsequent lightbulb-going-on-moment. And if this can happen for other types of knowledge, how much more so for the living Word of God! 

In Catechesi Tradendae (1979), John Paul II wrote, “The blossoms, if we may call them that, of faith and piety do not grow in the desert places of a memoryless catechesis” (§55). He cites memory (in addition to gradual understanding and the context of a faith community) as a vital ingredient to our growth in faith.

Having the words of our Tradition committed to memory can allow for a word of Scripture to come to you in a dark moment. It can allow for you to speak God’s healing to someone who’s been placed in your path and needs to hear it. It can allow for a enigmatic passage to be suddenly illuminated by some experience or encounter.

In my appeal to memorization, however, I must offer a caveat. Namely this: committing Scripture to memory should always serve the end of contemplation, i.e. gazing upon the sacred. It should never be taken up for a utilitarian or self-serving purpose. I’m thinking in particular here of using Scripture simply to win arguments and not hearts.8

With all this in mind, I’d like to issue a challenge (perhaps you can take it up as a New Year’s resolution or plan ahead for Lent). This year, resolve to commit prayers and Scriptures to memory—a different passage every month, perhaps. To assist you with this task, the writers of The Restless Hearts have compiled some of our favorite prayers and verses (some longer, some shorter). Go at a comfortable pace; If a given passage seems too long, break it up and learn another section each week, or choose one line that speaks to you. Post it on your bathroom mirror, your nightstand, your office wall. Pray it in the morning and at night. Let the words sink into your consciousness. Plant the seeds of contemplation and see what God will do with them.

“Take, Lord, and receive all my liberty,
my memory, my understanding,
and my entire will,
All I have and call my own.”
9


1 To be clear, I’m neither ripping on the Baltimore Catechism, nor endorsing a memorization-without-understanding catechesis. I think there are strengths and weaknesses in both pre- and post-Vatican II catechesis. The problem with all education trends is that they tend to mimic a pendulum (e.g. heavy memorization of content with little link to our experience vs. heavy emphasis on experience with little content), and I’m over here like http://bzfd.it/1pbLeqo.



2 Again, as Rob pointed out last week, “doing theology” is not merely an academic study, but is encountering God in “the same old boring crap that is always around us.”



3 To give credit where it’s due, this idea is one proposed by Dr. John Cavadini who has said, “memorization is healing for the imagination.”



4 To be clear, theological imagination encompasses much more than that, but for the purposes of this post, that should be a sufficient explanation.



5 Our resident Lewis expert, Rob, pointed me to this quote from Lewis’ Weight of Glory: “It would seem that Our Lord finds our desires not too strong, but too weak. We are half-hearted creatures, fooling about with drink and sex and ambition when infinite joy is offered us, like an ignorant child who wants to go on making mud pies in a slum because he cannot imagine what is meant by the offer of a holiday at the sea. We are far too easily pleased.”



6 Theology is, after all, faith seeking understanding.



7 See: Luke 18:34, Mark 9:32, Luke 2:50, Luke 9:45, John 12:16, et al



8 St. Therese puts it well: “It is far better to talk to God than to talk about Him, for there is so much self love intermingled with spiritual conversations.”



9 First stanza of the Suscipe Prayer by St. Ignatius of Loyola

Thursday, January 12, 2017

Bingeing

by Dan Masterton

A few months ago, during a weekend with my wife and in-laws, we had some downtime and decided to watch Stranger Things. The viral acclaim had caught our attention, and we wanted to take the plunge. So, we gathered ‘round the TV and cued up Netflix.

Even as the enthralling set design, costume, and cinematography drew me into rural 80s Indiana, I found myself nonetheless perturbed by the slow plot and molasses-slow character development. Having several times suppressed the urge to say aloud, “SOMETHING HAPPEN,” I finally succumbed and complained aloud multiple times, “SOMETHING HAPPEN.” By the end of the third episode, enough had developed for me to feel relatively allayed. I settled into the watching, and my wife and I looped back to finish it one episode at a time over the next couple weeks to great enjoyment.

I realized in the time between our initial mini-binge and continuing to watch more that my critique was probably fairly rare. 1 Following the proliferation of full seasons of TV on DVD and the marathon watching it facilitated,2 Netflix has led the way in popularizing and sustaining a culture of binge-watching.

The writers and producers of Stranger Things, a Netflix-produced series, could operate knowing that a significant number of viewers would watch multiple episodes - if not the whole season - in one sitting; as a result, they could expend greater energy cultivating the world of the show in the early going and stretch the plot developments out more gradually to their binge-captive audience. Personally, I am not a binge-watcher, so the pace felt slow to me, a viewer who more regularly watches one, maybe two, episodes of something at a time.

The experience made me realize just how prevalent the concept of binge-watching has become. As far as I can remember, it first became a big-time, mainstream thing when Arrested Development was rebooted in 2013. When Netflix announced the new season, they opted not to release one episode per week, as conventionalized by network and cable TV; instead, they chose to release the whole season in one big chunk.3 This way, viewers could watch it at whatever pace they chose, giving consumers the power to choose their own adventure.

From then on, it increasingly became standard practice to release most web-based shows in one chunk, allowing viewers to sink their teeth into the whole thing, often all at once. This works much better for web-based subscription services, whose revenue isn’t as dependent on advertisers who likely want week-on-week viewership; however, TBS even ventured into the idea, lining up creative, unusual sponsorship to facilitate a live binge-a-thon when it debuted a new show, Angie Tribeca.

The thing that has always struck me as weird is that, even in our culture which is pretty permissive, relativistic, and hedonistic, we’ve usually seemed to know that extreme consumption is dangerous and typically acknowledged it as such. Somehow, however, show-binging has become mainstream and perfectly acceptable despite the thoroughly negative connotations that the word carried. Not sure about you, dear reader, but the word binge makes me think of, among other things, alcohol poisoning, overeating, or even the trials of eating disorders (“binge and purge”). Yet, here we are, in the midst of award season,4 when shows that were released for binge-viewing are some of the most popular out there and seem to drive the conversation as much or more than those aired by network and cable channels on the ol’ TV.



On the one hand, I am worried about our culture and socializing, as I basically always am. On the other hand, I am wondering about how our Church can engage with, dialogue with, and utilize (or perhaps push back against) the trends of our culture, as I also basically always am. Is there something in bingeing that is transferable to spirituality, religion, and worship? What about the cultural comfort with bingeing can be utilized in our ministry and catechesis? Is there an opportunity here for the Church?

As I think about it, I struggle with the applications, as I have a moderate personality and don’t typically binge on anything. I watch sports games one at a time. I read books a few chapters at a time.5 I go for runs for 3-4 miles at a time. I play guitar for 15-30 minutes at a time. So, it’s hard for me to imagine how to apply the same principle in ministry.

But getting beyond the sorry boundaries of myself, I find examples of what could be considered in some way a form of healthy spiritual bingeing. I think of my Ignatian-influenced friends who have undertaken extended versions of the Spiritual Exercises. I think of the youth events that thrive in length, even through the night, in extended vigils of prayer, Adoration, and music. I think of “40 Hours of Adoration” and perpetual Adoration practices in which communities sustain their prayer. Heck, I think even of Kairos retreats and the amazing impact these retreats have on kids when they take just four days without technology, school, or extracurriculars to intensively experience God and relationship.

It certainly comes with concerns. For example with Kairos, teens often struggle to sustain their faith following Kairos, as they are disappointed when the love that follows from intentionality and vulnerability on the retreat isn’t as easily discovered in everyday life, which causes disillusionment and disappointment.6 Just as we’re left with the uncertainty and longing between the releases of each season of a show, we must find sustenance between the intensive, high-quality or high-quantity experiences of our faith.

The Eucharist is the heartbeat of our faith lives, bringing us to intimate union with Christ each Sunday, and sending us forth to be His hands and feet to the world. We certainly need our renewals, whether in the form of a more “binge-y” recharge like an intensive retreat or a smaller, daily encouragement like Read the Catechism in a Year, and these can sustain us through the ebbs and flows of spiritual life.

So while I think the creativity of the Church and her ministers can surely find more ways to apply the realities of this cultural zeitgeist, I also acknowledge, both personally from my perspective and in my opinion as a pastoral minister, that bingeing isn’t the best. My life of faith, both as an individual and as member and leader of faith communities, shows me that the consistency of regular prayer, worship, and Sacrament is what sustains us.


1 And not just because I’m sort of an oddball and a frustrating mix of being excessively particular, vociferously critical, and a mild-to-moderate jackass.



2 My only real personal experience was with The West Wing (at first solely on DVD and then eventually via Netflix), which I have watched in its entirety four different times, twice semi-solo, once with my best friend/former roommate, and again with my wife. Even then, though I’d occasionally settle in for 2-3 episodes, it was not a full-on binge for me.



3 Call me lame, but I prefer the old way. I was very excited for The Man in the High Castle Season 2 to come out last month, and I watched the ten new episodes over the two weeks of winter break. Now, I am in limbo for a year while they write, shoot, and produce Season 3. I have pretty good self-control, but the time off of work set me loose; I’d rather have had an episode a season and delayed the dead period and anticipation until spring.



4 Let the record show, I care not a wit about these award shows. I’ll enjoy the video links to the monologues and funny sketches, but I don’t get into the debates over who should win what and subsequently struggle to contribute in those categories at bar trivia.



5 My wife’s favorite instance of this example: she loves Harry Potter and grew up reading the books as they came out while I only had seen the movies and never got into the book culture of it. When I was reading Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire during a plane ride, she was reading over my shoulder. I reached the end of the chapter in which Voldemort successfully reanimates himself into a body, and the book starkly declares, “Lord Voldemort had returned.” I closed the book, set it down, and leaned into a napping posture only to be interrupted as my wife guffawed. She could not believe I could stop there. I could not believe she didn’t understand I was ready to take a nap.



6 Events like “Fourth Day Meetings” and Kairos reunions can help, but teens struggle to acknowledge that the specifics of a retreat - the time, the space, and the context - will never all repeat themselves. The relationships found on retreat are what endure and what sustain one’s faith life: the deepened knowledge of self, the fuller sense of relating to others, and the stronger connection to God.

Monday, January 9, 2017

Learning How to See

by Rob Goodale

“Why do we have to spend eight semesters studying theology?” The untidy penmanship clearly belonged to someone more comfortable punching letters on a touch screen with their thumbs than actually using a pen and paper. The question had come from a teenager in my sophomore theology class, scrawled on a scrap of paper and submitted anonymously. I invited such questions periodically, sometimes as a productive way to spend the last five minutes of class, sometimes as filler for when I was having one of those days every teacher has once or twice a semester where a fully formed lesson just isn’t happening. My students’ questions were usually about sin, hell, sex, drugs, and alcohol—you know, the easy stuff. I had no problem answering those questions. This new one, on the other hand, had left me speechless… which was unusual.

Why study theology? I stood silently for a moment. I finally pieced together a woefully inadequate graduate student cliché of an answer about pondering the deep questions of life and encountering the transcendent. “Because it is,” which is usually an excellent way of making teenagers shut up and also hate you, didn’t seem right, but neither did my sophisticated theology grad student bluster.1 The question stuck with me, and as I am wont to do, I let it simmer in my mind for a long while, like a nice large pot of chili (nomz).

Eventually, I finally put my finger on the simpler version of the question that was sticking in my craw2: why study anything? Eight years removed from high school, it is decidedly unimportant for me to remember what iambic pentameter is, which assassination started World War I, or how many covalent electrons3 a carbon atom has. If, for some unfathomable reason, I needed to know any of these things, I would find the answer by Googling the question, which is probably what high school students (and honestly, high school teachers) are doing now, anyway. The Age of Google has made memorization into a neat parlor trick. If it was ever a necessary piece of pedagogy in a utilitarian sense, it isn’t anymore.4

So, an imaginary student says in that particular way that teenagers do when they think they’ve discovered something no one else has ever thought of before, if memorizing facts doesn’t matter because of Google, then we should just throw away all the textbooks and make every paper and test open-Internet, right?

Wrong, dummy.

The acquisition of information is not the point of education. If that’s all you’re learning, then you either have bad teachers or are a bad student. Don’t worry, though: it isn’t your fault.

Education exists to teach skills. When a high school student is forced to memorize lines of Shakespeare, or Archduke Franz Ferdinand’s name, or that a carbon atom has four valence electrons,5 the piece of information itself is important—but only because the information is essential to the development of a skill. Acquiring this information is not the telos of learning. The irony of the American system of secondary education, where the history, English, and science departments are all siloed from one another,6 is this: while we tend to think they have nothing to do with each other, each discipline is essentially teaching students different aspects of the same thing: how to think.

The precise way in which different disciplines facilitate this learning is, for the most part, pretty obvious. Math and science teach you how to use problem solving to take information and get new information from it. English and language arts teach you how to listen, think, and speak eloquently. The purpose of studying history, amidst all the names and dates, is to discover that human action is almost always connected to other previous or concurrent human action—in other words, what any given person does impacts other persons.7

But Mr. Goodale, the imaginary student says, you didn’t answer the question that was asked.8 Why study theology?

We study theology because it changes the way we think about the world itself. We study theology in order to learn how to see.

Here’s what I mean: without being challenged with an alternative, our worldview tends to turn decidedly inward. The notion of this inward turning has a rich theological history, from Saint Paul to Augustine to Martin Luther to C.S. Lewis, but one need not be a theologian or even a Christian to identify the tendency.

David Foster Wallace, in his excellent essay "This Is Water",9 observes what he calls the “natural, hard-wired default setting” of human beings, which is to be “deeply and literally self-centered.” "This Is Water" is essentially an exhortation to overcome this natural, hard-wired default setting, and see the world differently. Wallace suggests sheer force of will to achieve this end. I suggest studying theology.

It would be a mistake for me to overlook an important point here. Studying theology doesn’t necessarily mean sitting in a classroom listening to lectures. In fact, a better term than “studying” would perhaps be “doing” theology.

Doing the work of living a Christian life—developing a life of prayer, of participation in the sacraments, of service to the poor, of authentic communal life—is a form of primary theology. If theology is faith seeking understanding, then to live a normal life in relationship with Christ, starting from a place of faith and living in search of greater understanding, is to do theology.

Each of these facets of the Christian life is a way of nurturing a relationship with God. This relationship changes the way we see the world, because in the cosmos God designs, we cannot love God without also loving our neighbor. The one who does theology rejects the binary offered by the world—that my neighbor must either be an asset or an obstacle in my effort to fulfill my desires—and instead embraces not only the neighbor but all of creation as a sign of God’s love and a mediator of grace.

Irish scholar and priest Dermot Lane10 observes, “[T]he human is an always-already-graced being, and so, therefore, finding God is not about discovering something new. Instead, discovering God is about entering more fully into that with which we are already familiar.”11

The skills that are developed by doing theology don’t fulfill some kind of gnostic desire to see the otherwise unseeable or know the otherwise unknowable; doing theology is about learning to see the same old boring crap that is always around us in a new way. What might otherwise be a source of anger and frustration instead becomes a way of encountering God.

This is admittedly a bit of a dangerous tightrope to walk when speaking to students, but teenagers really don’t need to know the names of the patriarchs, prophets, or apostles. They don’t need to memorize the cardinal and theological virtues, or the beatitudes, or the prologue of John.12 All of these things are important, but as educators, it’s our job to illustrate to our students why they’re important—and the answer cannot be “because it’s on the test,” because then once the test is over, so is the importance of the content.

I don’t mean to have an overly-inflated sense of self, but there is so much at stake here. Good religious education, which encourages young people to do theology, changes the world because it changes the way young people see other human beings. This can solve problems. It changes the way people think about politics, sports, sex, immigration, religion, and race. Again, what is otherwise perceived as an asset or obstacle in my own self-interest is transformed into a sign of God’s love and a mediator of grace, regardless of how much product is in their hair or when they last showered.

That’s why we study theology, and why (if we want to be fully alive) we can never stop studying theology: it’s how we learn to see.


1 To be sure, none of my students gave a crap about such an answer because it was not immediately clear how it would help them get either a date or an A, and in my experience, that’s like 99% of the things they think about.



2 I’m not actually from the South, but out of all the things I’m not, it’s my favorite thing to pretend I am.



3 I’m not even 100% sure that a “covalent electron” is a thing. Which is kind of my point.



4 Whether or not this is a good thing is an important question, but not the one I’m addressing here.



5 Ha! See, I Googled it and found out that “covalent electron” is, in fact, NOT a thing. Dang, Google is cool.



6 And all of the really important things—like music, art, drama, shop, home ec, and the like—are exiled to the fringes of society.



7 Math, science, english, language arts, and history teacher friends: I’m all the way open to fraternal correction on these things. Until just now, they were largely observations that had never left my own head.



8 Shouts to Mr. Prindiville, and to AP teachers everywhere whose students refuse to answer the question that was asked.



9 Technically, "This Is Water" was a commencement address Wallace gave at Kenyon College in 2005 before it was an essay. You can find the audio from this on YouTube, and listening to it is even better than just reading the text.



10 Obligatory “I live in Ireland” comment.



11 This is from Catholic Education in Light of Vatican II and Laudato Si, a book I own because I picked it up in a bookstore in Knock, Ireland, simply because it had the words “Catholic Education” in the title and it wasn’t too long. It’s brilliant. I love bookstores.



12On second thought, everyone should probably memorize the prologue of John. It’s the most beautiful and scandalous thing ever. I think this footnote just became a sneak preview of another post.

Thursday, January 5, 2017

Good Problems

by Dan Masterton
[Jesus] sat down opposite the treasury
and observed how the crowd put money into the treasury.

Many rich people put in large sums.

A poor widow also came

and put in two small coins worth a few cents.

Calling his disciples to himself, he said to them,

“Amen, I say to you,

this poor widow put in more than all the other contributors to the treasury.

For they have all contributed from their surplus wealth,

but she, from her poverty, has contributed all she had, her whole livelihood.”

-Mark 12:41-44
I was on vacation recently with some friends who are faithful church-goers. And as we looked toward Sunday and the decision of where to go to Mass, our friend who was playing host talked us through the churches in the area. At one, the pastor appears to spend exorbitantly on himself and creates image problems; at another, the pastor is self-absorbed, lofty, distant, and not very pastoral; at another, the church can barely keep the lights on and sustain its livelihood. Not meaning to rip on priests or dwell on the weaknesses of the communities, we saw the struggles of the local church in these descriptions and opted for the third of the three options.1

We learned that the parish is largely black, but also encompasses the Vietnamese community; additionally, there’s also a white Catholic crowd. So under one roof, following the guidance of multi-lingual priests, these groups co-mingle in communion.2 As we walked into the fellowship hall - the small church on campus can’t fit everyone for any Sunday celebrations - we saw black people, Vietnamese people, and white people, all at one Mass. The morning’s lector welcomed everyone, and the small but spirited choir opened Mass with their flitting organist humming away. The priest, a white man, opened with the usual prayers from the missal, held by one of the black altar servers. The choir continued throughout Mass, with some stale song selections but not sung without heart. And just before Mass ended, the priest was sure to do what is their semi-regular birthday check, having parishioners with recent birthdays stand up to be serenaded, with embarrassment (of birthday boys and girls) and delight of serenaders swirling in equal parts.

As we left, our friend shared with us that this parish once appealed for a pro-bono plumber to get the bathrooms working again because the parish budget couldn’t afford to hire someone to do it, and that such budget constraints are a regular challenge there. As I listened, I briefly considered the challenges of a small budget, but my mind was focused more on the seemingly easy and comfortable diversity, the pastoral pastor3 who related authentically with his diverse congregation, the fiery lector who was so clear and proud, the altar servers who were so understated and diligent, and the peace of the congregants in the sign of peace. And I’m not saying that money is nothing, but I like the problems that this community had.

On a wider scale, the vitality of our church, the ardor of our faith, the strength of our communities can get fickle and inconsistent. The strength of a parish can be so unpredictable, wavering and fluctuating as priests rotate through, as schools shrink or grow, as neighborhoods rise and fall. The relationships and community within the parish are even less predictable - How will people buy in? What will get people engaged and interested? What gifts are present in parishioners that are yet to be tapped positively for the community? There is no secret sauce.4

Challenges like these are difficult to unpack. The best and strongest solution I’ve found is relationship-building. When people feel personally invited, involved, and engaged, they commit and remain accountable to something and to each other. It’s up to the professional ministers to set the tone and create an environment in which this is the norm. This is an unsatisfying process, takes lot of time and effort, and doesn’t happen through passive means. Flyers, email blasts, Mass announcements, and links to websites don’t achieve this, so it sometimes doesn’t happen at all.5

So when I come across a community like the one I saw recently, I think to myself: these are good problems to have; I like these problems; I could work with those problems.


I think of the widow at the temple in the Gospels.6 She is poor and doesn’t have much to donate, but she nonetheless drops her pennies into the treasury. Jesus’ affirms how she has given not because she has surplus wealth to dispose of, but because she is committed to giving and supporting her community. I like her problems. She does not have to be convinced of the importance of community, of belonging, of doing your share for the good of others. She could maybe use some job training or education, some social work or case management, or some bridge welfare. But she has the harder part figured out. I feel like I could work more readily and easily with her.7

I am not a fundraiser, and I don’t envy those whose jobs centrally involve fundraising; however, I think it is much easier to work to cover a money gap than to cultivate nuanced, mature, profound spirituality. Both pursuits are necessary and integral to the sustenance of the Church, but where one is a significant, deep-seated, complex problem, the other is "just" a matter of fundraising.

I know in my work in high schools, I have found this to be true. High school campus ministry is often a patchwork sidejob before a position like mine is created or added, so I have come into situations where great potential in young people remains untapped.8 I have found a great hunger in teenagers for an opportunity to be vulnerable and honest, to share and learn from peers, and to discover God’s abiding presence in relationships and community. They are wonderfully responsive when given a chance to see God in this way. I think of myself as an opportunity-creator who makes space, time, and context for teens to have this chance, and they mostly run with it. Devising fees and payment plans and budget formulas to support our retreats and service trips and outreaches then becomes just the simple stepping stone task, and then is merely a good and lesser problem to have.

So a tip of the cap to those parishes, schools, and faith-based organizations that operate with less than glamorous budgets. Even if your pockets aren’t deep, I hope you find spiritual strengths in your communities that show the great things that are happening nonetheless. Ultimately, we must not mistake financial stability for spiritual excellence. If we can stay committed to spiritual prosperity as our priority, then we can make sure that our problems - even when caused by money woes - are good problems and do the good pastoral work together.


1 I have long since gotten over choosing Masses and parishes based on priests, but I am amazed how much this affects not just evangelical Christians but also Catholics. People’s preference for style of homily, tone of voice, having a priest who is not ESL, and more seem to really have an impact on people’s church-going habits, at least in my experience.



2 Having only belonged to predominantly white churches, I lack significant first-hand knowledge. However, in my experience in different cities around the US, it seems some ethnically specific communities and alcoves have insular communities, especially faith-wise, that don’t intermix, so for instance, having Vietnamese parishioners attend one and only one Mass while black parishioners attend another. This parish, however, had a healthy mix of all joined together at a Sunday Mass. I was delighted and impressed.



3 I’ve worked with many great priests, but I’ve also come across some pastors who struggle with definitional characteristics. It’s funny to think that sometimes it’s deeply challenging for these guys.



4 If I were to make a secret sauce, it’d combine many of my favorite spicy delights - sriracha, tabasco, the spicy paste from Pei Wei, ...



5 If there’s one thing I’ve learned in professional ministry, it’s that passive blasts don’t move the needle. If you’re working with a college campus of thousands or a huge parish of hundreds of families, it might get a few people. But big, vital, dynamic, thriving events do not happen without profound, widespread personal invitation.



6 This story is in Mark 12:41:44 as well as Luke 21:1-4.



7 Note from Jenny K: The woman understands that true relationship is kenotic. We must empty ourselves in order to be filled.



8 Cheers to the teachers who are charged with being campus ministers as a side-thing. How you direct retreats and coordinate liturgy while teaching full loads is a mystery. That’s a horrible crime, and I will continue advocating for schools to commit to full-time campus ministers. It makes a difference, people.

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