Recently, I recommended the book Christ: A Crisis in the Life of God by Jack Miles to a friend. The truth is, I had never read it, but had read the first book in this two part series, God: A Biography by the same author. I knew that Christ would at the very least equal Miles’ first book in quality. Having given the friend the recommendation (this friend was interested in modern biblical scholarship) I decided to give Christ a read for myself. For those unfamiliar with Miles’ work, Miles studies the Bible quite differently from many theologians who come at it from a pastoral perspective or from biblical scholars who approach the Biblical text historically. Miles is far more interested in analyzing the Bible as we would any other work or art or literature, from the creative perspective. The conclusions he comes to in taking on an artistic and literary analysis of the biblical texts would be quite startling to many orthodox believers. Since I have never claimed to be an orthodox person of faith, I’m not particularly bothered by them.
So far, I’m only about half way through the first chapter, but I am very impressed. In chapter one, titled “The Messiah, Ironically” Miles explores the many ironies of the New Testament’s account of the life of Jesus Christ. The chapter headings alone are worth reading and include:
“He talks, but to himself, of God as illness and remedy.”
“He speaks of a new creation, but privately.”
“He admits, but to a heretic, that he is the Messiah.”
Of course, each of these headings is followed by an in depth explanation of what is meant, but that isn’t my purpose in writing this tonight. As some of you reading may recall, my last blog was focused on the issue of Appalachian poverty and why I have decided, at least for the time being, to attempt to stay in the region and make a life for myself and my wife here. Poverty and economic and social justice are two issues which are frequently on my mind in part due to some of my own financial strain for the time being and also due to the hardships I have seen poverty and lack of resources cause many of those around me.
Furthermore, we can look globally and see a world where powerful interests seek to bend the human spirit to the profit motive of the invisible hand. Those who find themselves unable to adapt to these powerful interests are often chewed, swallowed, and vomited out of the belly of a great beast we have deemed “the market,” acting as if this Market is a type of God, an ultimate and transcendent being, that is benevolent, omniscient, and utterly beyond our control. This Market has become modernity’s Golden Calf, and like all idols, it must one day yield to that which is truly Ultimate.
We see a world where children are born and die in such abject poverty that it baffles the imagination that this can be allowed to go on, and yet at the same time, there is a “captain of industry” who owns a private yacht and five luxury vacation homes. Some will accuse me of making an emotional argument for wealth redistribution of some kind. I can only reply, if there is one issue in the world that is worth getting emotional about, isn’t it the suffering of our fellow human beings?
Truth is, I don’t have a solution, I can only look at the world in its current state and conclude that there is something wrong, very, gravely wrong, with a global society that allows this to happen. We should be rioting in the streets until every child is fed and well nourished, until every homeless person has a home, dare I say it, until every human being has access to health care that doesn’t put them at risk of bankruptcy. But we don’t, including myself, because we are cowards, and at the core of our being, we feel that maybe, perhaps one day, if we work hard enough we will be the man on the yacht. The man with the five homes. The man who has it all. Because we are hypocrites. And in the words of Saint Paul the Apostle, “I am chief among sinners.” So, instead, I sigh, and moan, and write my blog, and post to my twitter feed, and wonder if I am not just perpetuating a system that I claim to despise. It is so hard for us to trust our own motivations, is it not?
Perhaps an older, more experienced, more jaded, version of myself will look back on this in ten years and laugh at how foolish and idealistic his younger self was. Perhaps not. Only time will tell.
You might be wondering what in the hell these past few paragraphs have to do at all with a work of religious scholarship by Jack Miles. “The Messiah, Ironically.” The Irony of God. The Weakness of God. Pretend, even if you don’t believe in God at all, that the traditional Christian belief that God was Incarnate as a poor carpenter from Nazareth in one of the poorest regions of the world in one of western civilization’s most chaotic time periods is true.
I had an atheist friend who once challenged me and asked why would God reveal himself in such a backward part of the world when he could have revealed himself amongst the more learned Greeks or the more powerful Romans. Why would God reveal himself to a people who by most accounts had suffered defeat after defeat and who were, according to some secularists, much more backward than the people who surrounded them? Why would God operate in this way?
But I cannot fathom God, assuming that God exists, working in any other way. A God who was truly loving would reveal himself in the poorest of places and give hope to the most downtrodden of his creations. A God who would reveal himself only to those who were in power, whose ways were the ways that were so responsible for the crushing of the human spirit, would not be God at all, but Satan himself. And as religion, the political establishment, and the large multinational corporations have grown more and more intwined, it makes you wonder just who they’re serving.
How’s that for irony?