When I was a boy, I was blessed with a vivid imagination and an active interior world. For those of you with something of a whimsical bend, you know what I’m talking about. In other words, math and science weren’t my strong suits in school. I was always reading a story (science fiction was my favorite) or falling in love with literature, especially the myths and legends and fairy tales of the centuries past. I loved them all.
As I progressed in school, I learned to be proficient enough in the “hard” sciences to get good grades, but I never lost my love for story. After all, as a true son of the American South, storytelling was an integral part of my culture.
But that is true in all pre-literate cultures. Where literacy isn’t common, the truths and wisdom of a people have to be preserved in the telling of tales and myths of the people. Paul Bunyan was one of my favorites. Oh, and Johnny Appleseed. My grandfather loved telling that one. But then again, my grandfather was a master story teller. We grandkids would sit around pawpaw’s chair and listen as he’d tell stories about his police officer days, stories about his growing up during the Depression, and the early days when he and mamaw lived in the mill village in Atlanta. We absolutely hung on his every word. As I grew older, my mamaw would remind me that pawpaw sometimes “stretched” the actual truth of this or that story, but, to my surprise, it neither bothered me or changed the beauty of the story itself!
Unfortunately, our Western culture which has exalted a myth of scientific certainty to almost deity, has lost a bit of the whimsy and comfort with mystery that adds so much to life. Since the so-called “Enlightenment” period of Western civilization (a movement fostered by the scholasticism first in theology and then pressed out into all of life) we have reduced the beauty of story and mystery and treated them as quaint, childishness, rather than the powerful means of communication they really are. We ask of this or that message “Is it true?” “Did it really happen that way exactly?”
To be sure, accuracy is important for engineering, finance, and other endeavors, but this precision doesn’t exhaust the human person. And therein lies the problem even with how we approach the Faith.
In today’s Scripture Lesson we read from Genesis 7:6-9. Here Moses tells us that Noah brought his family and the animals in the Ark at God’s command to save them from the Flood. We all know the story well.
But some have spent their lives wondering “is the story really true? “was there a real Flood?” They even ask questions like “was the Ark really big enough to hold all those animals?”
Our modern society has been shaped by such questions. Our modern faith has been strongly influenced by such attitudes. But no one has stopped to ask an important question: “Are we throwing out Something important?” My answer is a resounding “YES!” We are missing the point altogether!
The hubris of human intellectual pride that somehow we can reduce all things in the universe to mere observation is, at best, wildly optimistic! And, at worst, we witness the results already happening in our society as persons are reduced to mere fleshly machines, and all the world reduced to utilitarian “usefulness.” The clinical and antiseptic mindset of a society that has lost it’s ability to plumb the depth and wisdom of story and wisdom loses something God-given in entering into union and communion with Him Who is always beyond us and always dwells in mystery.
Today, our world wishes to scrub us “clean” from these truths that “educated” people now consider “old fashioned;” “out of date;” and “naive.” But underneath all this sophistication is the twin weaknesses of fear and pride. Fear of the notion that there is something or Someone bigger than my own intellect, and pride in the thought that nothing is beyond my human reasoning. Deadly stuff in light of all the stories, all the mystery, all the wonder of being human.
The heart of humanity was made to hold Him Who is uncontainable. If we abandon the ability to wonder, to be awestruck, to stand with slack-jawed amazement at the possibilities, we humans will descend into a “hell” of our own making that makes all of us irrelevant dust. And that, my dearest, is the intent of the evil one; to finally have humanity discard and eternally marr the Image of Him Who is Uncreated and always bigger than all of us will ever be. We are called to worship because worship preserves wonder, and wonder makes us open to Him. Today, be amazed!
Truly amazing your conceptual analysis. Taking the uncertainty of our society that revels in “don’t ask don’t tell” yet continues to simultaneously to desperately search for the “answers” unable to muster the courage for lack of faith or even the conviction to place faith in the creator of creation. It frustrates me when I see the left hand knowing what the right hand is doing but refuses to acknowledge there is a right hand out of fear and and pride yet complain why is it so difficult. It is a conundrum that we have allowed to seep into our attitudes by the enemy. We are blinded by the weight of our sin and the guilt Satan places on us and our own voluntary and involuntary participation in his endeavor to seek our destruction rather than choose in spite of and despite of the state of our circumstance to turn to the only hope and assurance that surely will lead us to our full communion with eternity in the open ended arms of the creator of creation through His Son our Lord Jesus Christ. Why is it so hard to believe this. If you as a friend said to me, believe in a star crossing the heavens will bring you good luck why then can’t you accept that a man rose from the dead has brought you eternal salvation and life. Both provide hope, both give us a window into the awesome mystery of life, both have very little if any scientific biological numerical data as to the process that illuminates into “Good Luck”. Yet we segregate and place a higher value and genuine belief in the myth of a shooting star with no eyewitness account in mass of the “Lucky Charms” syndrome yet refuse, reject, dismiss the only verifiable eye witness account to a man rising from his death in mass. I wonder.