(This is a rather long and awkward essay, but I am trying to put in
words my sense that beyond my sometimes glib use of the word “God” lies the
belief that the reality at the core of the universe is a reality that can be
appropriated by self-aware beings (humans for example) as a source of meaning
in our several lives. The reader will, I hope, forgive the failings of this effort.)
Why Incarnation is Essential.
‘God’ is a shorthand
word
‘God’ is, for me, a shorthand word. It is a marker for that
reality that lies at the center of my faith that existence has purpose, meaning
or even direction. I use the word all the time, often as if it were a name of a
person, one who had feelings much as any human would – feelings of caring,
loving, anger and the like. There is a long tradition for ascribing to God
those sorts of feelings. But when I do
so I am often uneasy, for the shorthand word ‘God’ is about a reality that is
far distant from the specifics of the day and the time, much less the person
that is me, and distant too from (merely) human feeling. The reality that lies
at the center of my faith is not, however, a person, not even a god (as we normally
think of gods). This reality is something like ‘the Word,’ as used in the
beginning of the Gospel of John.
The Word, the Big Bang, and
everything else
I believe that the universe and all that is in it had a
beginning and will have an end, and that both those events are entirely
abstract for me, being events on the edge of creation. I believe that the
movement from one to the other – from beginning to end – is not random. Rather
the opportunities in that movement, often described after the fact as ‘chance,’
betray a predilection for complexity. And that complexity exhibits patterns and
elements of design. That is, the development of the universe and then in a
microcosm the development of this planet, give way to complexity and to greater
and greater levels of organization.
Each branching into to new forms of
material reality seems to involve chance or organization by continuous but
always partial adaptation. But the overall movement is startling in its ‘arc,’
an arc that seems to bend towards a universe increasingly aware of its own development,
as signaled by the self awareness that humans have. We humans are self-aware,
and It may well be that the universe is itself self-aware. It may also be that human self-awareness is
but a shadow of some higher sense of unity that the whole of existence shares
in a pre or post cognitive way.
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Choosing to believe
Still, it seems the faith choice is there: either I chose to
believe that there is intelligence, or better, awareness, attached to the arc
of events that are the history of the universe, or I don't. Either I chose to believe there is purpose,
meaning and value to that arc, or I do not. So I chose to believe the universe
is developing in a way that signals meaning and intelligence. I do not chose to believe that randomness
prevails.
‘God’ becomes the shorthand word for that intelligence,
location of meaning, and purpose.
That God, the God that lies behind the sense I have of
intelligence, meaning and purpose in all that is, I also call ‘the Creator,’
and the unfolding events in the history of the universe is the creation.
The source of Awe,
recipient of my gratitude
I’ve become more and more aware of just how difficult is it
to do more than stand in awe of the Creator and the Creation both. I become
aware too that creation is an ongoing activity. Creation is not about “then,”
is it about “now.” Everything is held together now by the same Source that
gives meaning and purpose from the beginning. There are no adequate ways to
talk about any characteristics of that Source of meaning. About all I can do is
experience the creation at this moment, and in the moment be filled with gratitude. I realize that in part my ability to be
thankful, filled with gratitude, is a result of finding enough about existence
that is enjoyable to carry me into a place of joyfulness. For those who experience existence as bleak,
where beauty is absent and struggles meaningless, gratitude and thankfulness is
hard to come by.
I have a personal relationship with the Creator God in that
I believe the experience of joy is itself from the same source that bends what
exists to its own journey to completion. But that personal relationship is with
God who “so loves the world,” not with God who particularly loves me. My
gratitude to the Creator God is for the creation and the enjoyment of that
creation. God the Creator is just too distant
from the joys and strife of the particular to be much of a companion. The
Creator God loves the creation, and so loves me. But I don’t directly
experience that love, except to the extent that I am grateful for the wonder of
creation. I experience that wonder and revel in the knowledge that the Source
loves what is created.
I bend to the arc
I do not think it is of much help to go to this Creator God
for help in times of trouble. The arc is just too great, the issues just too
big, and I am too small and specific, for the Creator God to be aware of me in
my specificity. I bend to the arc, the arc does not bend to me. I do
not pray to the Creator for relief, I pray in response to gratitude. And while
I can imagine this gratitude as putting me in harmony with the Creator’s larger
work, I find it hard to imagine that work including specifics about my
troublesome responses to day to day challenges in my life.
I am and feel finite. The span of years of the universe is
one thing, my span is quite another. I am very aware that my coming into and
going out of the “world,” that is, in an out of existence as a material thing,
is a reality central to me, but not, in its particulars, to that source and
core intelligence to which I stand in awe and gratitude.
When I find myself in
times of trouble
When I find myself in times of trouble I need love in a much more personal way than can be offered (at least as far as I know) by the source and maker of all things. I need love in my troubles, care in my pain, understanding for my fears, a comforting and sometimes challenging response from someone as real and as present as I am. I do not need explanation as to how we all fit into the great chain of being, in the natural patterns, in the unfolding of God’s great creative energy. That is a general comfort to me as I bend my arc to meet the arc of the universe. But it is no comfort on a cold night, or in times of pain or fear, or even the calm observation of declining abilities and powers that comes with age. The Source of Creation is no consolation when my love is unrequited, or my friendships thwarted, or when my loneliness is not about being alone, but being unloved. In those troubles I need local and specific love, represented in body present with my body, soul with my soul. I need a sister, brother, lover, friend.
I need, in other words, a local outcropping of the spiritual
presence of meaning and value in tangible form. I need an incarnation of that
source of purpose and meaning as a source of comfort and challenge now.
Incarnation: the Word in a body like mine
There are people who know the reality of that great arc, the creative movement by which the universe has a beginning and end, purpose and intelligence, and which is a source of awe and beauty. Some of them bring that reality with them into the effort to stand with others, including me, in times of joy and sorrow both. They whisper, “do not be afraid.” They know fear themselves. They sit with me in my sufferings, physical and spiritual, and without excuse or avoidance they weave my local reality into the greater story, the higher arc. They do this because for greater or lesser time they are the incarnation of the Word in a body like mine. They are the incarnation of Creator taking the consequences for creation.
All created beings last for a while only, and the more aware
they are of that fact the more important it is for that awareness to be borne
with others. When someone bears the burdens of existence with me, for me, on
account of me, it become an outward and visible sign that there is some echo of
the great arc of Creation in the small arc of my life.
In the great story, the source of meaning, purpose and
intelligence is increasingly known as the universe completes its unfolding, and
we gaze on it in awe and wonder. In my
small arc birth and death are the markers for a creative span, an arc, that is
distinctly my own. Just as I stand in awe and wonder and thanksgiving in the
face of the whole creation, so it is possible similarly to stand before my own
life. What the incarnate ones do is affirm me, in my short arc, as having
meaning, purpose, and wonder somewhat like that held by the whole. The incarnate ones apply the Word to me. They
are the Word for me. And they do so with a body like mine. They do so with an
arc that is small, and often lived out alone.
The Incarnation of the Word in Jesus.
The incarnate ones are persons who in this moment or that mirror, reflect, embody, what I understand and believe is present in the Source of all that is, namely a sense of purpose and design regarding the ongoing creative enterprise. There is an arc in time bending towards greater complexity and then to self awareness and ultimately to completion. Some people incarnate that in their own sense of meaning, and reflect that outward to those around them. These are the ones we seek when we are troubled. They stand with us and by us and for us.
Most incarnate ones are only that for brief times, sometimes
brief moments. When they are incarnate they are the presence of the Holy, and
their comfort is a holy comfort. They are, for their brief moments, the Word
made flesh.
I believe that Jesus is such an incarnate one, but that in
him “all the fullness of God was pleased to dwell.” He is the incarnation of
the Word not for this moment or that but in the whole of his being. His vital signs are immensely important. That
he laughed and cried, danced and died, felt pain and pleasure, looked in awe at
the stars and in horror at the way people could treat one another, are all
vitally important, for they affirm that he was “as we are.” And he bent the arc towards God the Creator’s
ends.
How the fullness of the Word is incarnate after Jesus
His incarnation now is in the greater complexity of his risen self, which self is given flesh – incarnated – in a community of the Spirit. This community consists of all of us who understand ourselves to be part of the body of Christ and who stand with and for those who find themselves in times of trouble. That community is not the church, it does not necessarily consist of Christians, but it is filled with people who love as Jesus did, aware of God’s reach and purpose in all things.
And we share in the incarnation, in our little moments, and
can collectively stand for every moment, as a sign that the awe and wonder we
have in the whole created universe is an awe that is present in each of us, and
that purpose and meaning and delight are to be found in every atom of creation,
in every thing that exists, and most particularly in every being that has found
self-awareness. The wonder that is in creation is in us as well.
Jesus is the Word made flesh, and we now, indeed we, all of
humanity, are the carriers of that Word.
Jesus loves us, affirming us as God’s own creation, part of the larger
arc bending towards fulfillment, and calls us to affirm one another by that
same love.
Incarnation then is the essential affirmation that the
Creator and the Word are not distant from our short and often difficult lives,
but rather as close as our love for one another, a love we know fully and well
in Jesus.
Incarnation is essential to faith. It is the details that will
derange us at times. To experience the awe in contemplating the universe, its beginning growing complexitgy and end and to experience the awe in birth, life and death, are related. Words are hard to come by to express that relation, but the closest sorts of words are love and joy and awe. They are probably enough.
If you have a naturalistic view of the universe, which I think you do, even if it is one that is 'self-aware' because we are self-aware, then you might well speculate, even be assured, that this has some ongoing creative source. But if it is naturalistic, then we humans are evolved, and evolved because the dinosaurs were not, and given the extent and complexity of this evolved order, I cannot understand how a single evolved human being on this edge planet is going to embody God, when one only has to look at the fractal like trees, coastlines, colours, mathematics and so on. How on earth, or anywhere else, does a single human being, and one of strange supernatural end-time views and unaware of so much since learnt, is God incarnate? Only dogma can tell you that, to force a conclusion. I far rather think that evolution is an example of chaos, and that what is remarkable, even as a kind of deity in it, is how localised chaos hangs together in the larger sphere as systems, and how so much can be described in simple 'beautiful' equations. But what cannot be derived is that all of this resides also in one human being, about whom history can give us only limited insight.
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