Saturday, 7 May 2011

Man making God in his own image

In The Dogwood Tree: a Boyhood (in Assorted Prose, 1968), John Updike recalls the ‘mighty’ Lutheran hymn he sang as a boy:

For still our ancient foe
Doeth seek to work us woe;
His craft and power are great,
And arm’d with cruel hate,
On earth is not his equal.
Updike, rightly I think, remains impressed by ‘this immense dirge of praise for the Devil and the world, thunderous, slow, opaquely proud.’ He goes on to say that it is this, rather than ‘the patently vapid and dreary businesslike teaching to which I was lightly exposed’ that ‘nourished the seed’ of Christianity in him. It ‘branded him with a Cross’:

A brand so specifically Lutheran, so distinctly Nordic; an obdurate insistence that at the core of the core there is a right-angled clash to which, of all verbal combinations we can invent, the Apostles’ Creed offers the most adequate correspondence and response.’ [Updike, 79]
I like this phrasing: the obdurate core of the core and its right-angled clash—the notion that the God man has created in his image (as we atheists like to put it) is, for some unfathomable reason, not simply a magnified and outwardly projected of our own high opinion of ourselves, but on the contrary, a register of an ornery, self-thwarting and loving self-hostility.

Friday, 6 May 2011

Are there any atheists in the Old Testament?

More on this, in effect.

Are there any atheists in the Old Testament? The fool hath said in his heart there is no God, perhaps; but fools aside—how could Adam, Enoch, Abraham or Moses deny the existence of God? In their world he was a straightforward presence, one more actor on the world stage. Or to put the question another way: if we read through the Bible as a narrative (which exercise, however distorting it almost certainly is, has been the pastime of millions of believers) we see not so much a gradual withdrawal of God—from another body in the garden, to a burning bush, to spiritus sanctus--but rather a breach, or break. Who is the first atheist? Which is to say: who, taking Old and New Testament together, is the first figure in the Bible to doubt what everybody else takes as manifest and self-evident, the presence of God in the world? Surely the answer to that question is: God himself, incarnated as Christ, with his cry from the cross that God has withdrawn from him. This, to be sure, is not an assertion of Dawkinesque atheism (which would be: there is not and never has been a God); but rather the infallible assertion that where God was once a part of the world he now no longer is. Adam and Eve are banished from proximity to the divine into the world, but that world is one in which the physical reality of God is still a part: God is glimpsed, or manifests Himself in natural phenomena—or supernatural ones, indeed. The God of the Old Testament, taken in terms of the internal logic of the world-building of those texts, is a certainty; and opposition to such a God can only be a matter of obstinancy, pride, or idiocy. Individuals who deny Jahweh are on a par with flat-earthers, or individuals suffering from hysterical blindness.

Not so the New Testament. Here we see the same broad premise as the Old Testament, the presence of God in a fallen world, in a completely different light. God’s incarnation is also the occasion for Him to forsake the world. The crucifixion, via a complex process of reiterated incarnation and ascension, destroys the body of God. God himself, on the cross, proclaims atheistical doubts about the presence of God. Of course it is true that after his heartfelt cry of loss-of-faith, why hast thou forsaken me, God himself passes back into faith; and the last of the seven utterances from the cross (into your hands I commend my spirit) functions as a pure and indeed moving article of faith. But the language is not that of certainty—as it might be, ‘now that it is finished, I go to my certain reward’. It is, on the contrary, the language of uncertainty, of hopeful but unsure self-commendation. The truly strange portion of this is, to resume the Chestertonian point, this is both Christ, a man who has been tortured horribly to death, hoping that he will be reunited with the heavenly God’ (a very human thing) and God, omniscient and all-powerful, who has freely chosen passivity—hence ‘passion’—in the teeth of human persecution. When we start to consider how it might be that God can consider God has forsaken Him, or how He can talk with anything other than certainty about what happens next, we may find ourselves coming to the conclusion that the real subject of the Passion is, precisely, doubt. Death, the one thing certain for all mortals, becomes the aperture through which doubt enters the world; both in the sense that we do not know when it is coming for us, or what happens after, and in the sense that it is death—transience, annihilation—that is most forcefully at odds with the spiritual narrative of immortal souls created by an immortal gods. This is why it is after the crucifixion that Doubt becomes the tenor of the human encounter with the divine, and the new subject of the Bible. Peter’s triple denial of Christ; doubting Thomas, Paul’s sermonizing on the valences of faith instead of proof—this is all part of a new pattern. Once God has withdrawn himself physically from the world, doubt becomes the necessary currency of belief in Him. The mood shifts from imperative to subjunctive.

This is, I suppose, has some relationship to Karl Barth’s celebrated argument that ‘metaphysical absolutes are an abomination unto the Lord and abolished in Christ.’ That, in other words, one of the points of the divine principle supplementing itself (as it were) in Christ is, once and for all, to introduce a saving doubt as the ground of individual faith. Barth objects to all attempts at ‘proof’—St Anselm’s, or St Aquinas’s—as misunderstandings (more precisely; he argues that subsequent thinkers have mistaken the grounds and purposes of these ‘proofs’) of the nature of the way that lies between God and man. In The Word of God and the Word of Man: ‘there is no way from us to God—not even a via negative—not even a via dialectica nor paradoxical. The God who stood at the end of some human way would not be God.’ If that looks as though Barth’s beef is with a human arrogance and superbus in thinking we can define, or determine, or in some sense fix God, that’s actually only part of it. For Barth, the point is as much that positive assertion as to the existence of God is replaced, theologically speaking, with a mystic negation of the human. In crude terms, the road does not run from man to God; it runs from God to man. This is also the thrust of that splendid though rather under-appreciated piece of creative theology, The Hitch-hiker’s Guide to the Galaxy. The babel-fish knows the truth. Once we accept that proof denies faith, we find ourselves in the situation where any absolute certainty as to the existence of God would be precisely the grounds on which God ceases to exist. ‘Proof denies faith’, here, means something more than ‘proof would tend to degrade or corrode faith’. It means, more starkly: proof and faith together constitute a zero-sum game.

Thursday, 5 May 2011

Death again.

The salmon thirsts for its stream ... But does it manifest, this Distinguished Thing, even to a fish, as thirst? Might it not be a process of deliquescence that is itself liquid?

Wednesday, 4 May 2011

Greenery

Digby Durrant, reviewing Romancing. The Life and Work of Henry Green (by Jeremy Treglown) ten years ago:

The war saved Green. He had managed to write Party Going, a satire about the shallowness of the “flash social milieu” of which he had been a part, but it had taken him ten years. He was proud of being one of the first to join the Fire Service. A sensation of purposeful activity such as he had not felt since his early days in Birmingham, put the spring back into his step. The Blitz which Green describes in Caught was short but terrible, frightening but exhilarating. Green describes not only fighting fires from the inside of burning buildings, expecting the walls to collapse around them but also the shock and beauty of sudden macabre moments—‘the pigeons catching fire in the air’—and when the All Clear sounded the scramble to reach a rendezvous with the girl of the moment.
If it perhaps looks as thought that extraordinary, piercing image of the pigeons (the more piercing since it is conjured not from a metaphysical poet’s imagination, but observed from life) illuminates the real subject, the eroticised human intensity and connection of the last words. I tend to think something the reverse is true. Sex, though marvellous, is in one sense the commonest thing in the world; those pigeons are, in their horrifying beauty, a literalised poetic image for a kind of agonised orgasmic death that jumps off from our actual experience in strange, unique directions.

From the same review I discover that George Painter (Proust’s biographer, no less) praised Green’s Concluding as ‘unforgettable’ but added ‘the reader will never know just what it is he’s unable to forget.’ That’s just beautiful. If I have any ambition left as a writer, it might be to inspire such a reaction. Goronwy Ree’s assessment of Green (‘Very near to genius, if genius means a completely individual view of life which reveals reality in an entirely new and unexpected light’) looks rather run-of-the-mill by comparison.

Tuesday, 3 May 2011

My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?

Matthew 27:46
Around the ninth hour, Jesus shouted in a loud voice, saying "Eli Eli lama sabachthani?" which is, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

Mark 15:34
And at the ninth hour, Jesus shouted in a loud voice, "Eloi Eloi lama sabachthani?" which is translated, "My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?"

The invaluable w.: 'This saying is traditionally called "The Word of Abandonment" and is the only saying that appears in more than one Gospel. This saying is given in Aramaic with a translation (originally in Greek) after it. This phrase is the opening line of Psalm 22, a psalm about persecution, the mercy and salvation of God. It was common for people at this time to reference songs by quoting their first lines. In the verses immediately following this saying, in both Gospels, the onlookers who hear Jesus' cry understand him to be calling for help from Elijah (Eliyyâ). The slight differences between the two gospel accounts are most probably due to dialect. Matthew's version seems to have been more influenced by Hebrew, whereas Mark's is perhaps more colloquial.'

What interests me here, at the moment (actually, this particular saying of the cross interests me a great deal), is the implied atheism of the divinity -- Chesterton says somethng like this in his Orthodoxy book. It's the phrasing: Christ doesn't say, as presumably he might have done, "My God, my God, it feels as though you have forsaken me?", or even "My God, my God, have you forsaken me?" He starts from the assertion that God has indeed forsaken him, and asks why. If we leave aside the notion that he (Christ, God himself) could be mistaken on this matter, as beneath the dignity of omnipotence, even in its human incarnation, we're left with the startling conclusion that God indeed has forsake himself. The crucifiction is the death of God in a more than Nietzschean sense.

Monday, 2 May 2011

My Personal Cosmology

This is, of course, tantamount to a declaration of faith (after all; what evidence could I provide to support it?). My answer to the question: why did the big bang bang? I posit a single hydrogen atom. It is all that exists; it exists and that's all. It travels back through time, setting up a complicated interference pattern with itself. But there is no 'time' or 'space', not as we currently understand it, not yet. So it arrives back when it starts and exists once again following the arrow of time forwards. This means (since there's no time it doesn't happen sequentially like this, but bear with me) that 'now' there are two atoms, coexisting in the same 'location'; but the topography of the pre-universe can bear this. The atom exists, moving forwards and backwards through time (40 billion years, perhaps) 10^80 times. This happens to be the density threshold, according to the pre-universe topography, beyond which the copresence of so much 'matter' becomes unstable. The reduplicated unity breaks down, and the big bang occurs, spreading this matter into -- or more accuratety, creating the spacetime of -- the observable universe in which we live.

Sunday, 1 May 2011

Fisherking

I didn’t until recently realise that the ‘roi pêcheur’ of the old Grail romances was as often called the ‘riche pêcheur’. Why should this be? If the latter is rich because he fishes (because, say, the fish he catches is of superlative worth), does that mean that the former is a king for the same reason? The legend has so often been interpreted in the light of Christian fish-imagery and Eucharistic ritual (and as often in terms of pagan myth, the Celtic ‘salmon of wisdom’ and so on), but this distinction perhaps seems unimportant. But Christ turns his disciples into fishers of men; the salmon and its wealth is us, and the fisher king a rebus of the autochthonic ruler. To put it another way: the fisher king is old and crippled; what he fishes-up is himself, young and hale.