on Heaven

I recently received a complaint that preachers talk about heaven but never discuss what one does in heaven. Succinctly put: one does nothing. One “IS” in heaven, one does not “DO” things in heaven. Before I attempt an elucidation of that, I shall note that a great many questions about items such as god, soul, heaven, hell—the ultimate classifications of meaningfulness on a cosmic, personal, and moral level—are confusing and confused because religious imagery gets mixed up with and in philosophical imagery and terminology.  We find ourselves akin to a baker trying to produce a delectably delicate cake when the only ingredients provided are steak and turnips. To decoct some essence of understanding from this imbroglio, I shall in the autumn of this year begin a series, approximately twenty-seven articles, following the main currents of Western philosophy regarding these topics.

The question of what one does in heaven is a spurious inquiry for a simple reason. We exist in time and space, and time and space are also the basic-most ways in which we reference everything in, around, and about ourselves. We cannot imagine anything without some sense of extension. Something is here, or there, or over there. Likewise, we cannot imagine anything as not extended in some time sequence. It is now, or it was then, or it will be. But these referencing devices of time and space are, by very definition, the antipodes of the spiritual and eternal. The non-material, the spiritual has no extension. It is not something that can be spoken of as here or there. It is extension-less. So too is eternity. It is not a time, or a sequence of times. It is something outside of time, an absolute singularity of moment. There is no past, present or future in God or in heaven; God IS. Indeed, that is, philosophically and theologically, the essence of God–Pure Being, or better put, Pure “Be”, since the suffix –ing itself carries a sense of endurance, a sense of a sustained temporality, a resonation of  “now”. Technically, we may not say heaven is here or there, or now or then, or that God is here or there, because when we use “here”, “there”, “now”, “then” in such referencing, we are speaking either figuratively or confusedly. There is, by definition, no extension—temporal or spacial—in God, in heaven, in anything essentially spiritual or non-material. Realistically, we can say no more than (we believe) God IS, heaven IS.

I am cognizant of the fact that I am seemingly being repetitious, but philosophy often needs to circle the object of its consideration to demark where it is not, what it is not, the object of consideration being in itself an invisibility. We live in space, we live in a time sequence, our consciousness constantly rippling over moments, and organizing things. We, therefore, have no language to express anything otherwise. When we try to speak about things spiritual or non-material we have no recourse to some mode of expression other than one fundamentally encoded in space-time experience. Heaven becomes a “place”, God “does this, then that”, etc. But we must ceaselessly remember that we are using our language analogically, figuratively, imaginatively, and not technically, or scientifically. This is often a difficult mind-set to maintain when one enters the aeolian sphere of religious discussion; we are so very inclined to forget we are in the linguistic realm of “it is as if”.

We speak of heaven and God figuratively because we have no other way of so doing. We think of the event of creation as in the past, and final judgement as in the future. We think of being in heaven as having some very long duration and sequence of events. We think thusly because from the temporal side, our side of the issue, such are the only tangible terms of reference we possess. From the other side, the spiritual side, the God-side, the first fiat of creation to the day of last judgement to the compass of our celestial bliss are but one singular moment; God and heaven but one singular joyous “AH!”, one singular fulgurant embrace Christians name Love. That one would be disposed to speak, as do the scriptures, mystics and saints, of singing, dancing, feasting, adoring, worshipping, etc. about such BE-ing, about such embrace, is not incomprehensible, but such speaking is simply something poetical, a devise used to portray that which is beyond portrayal, Pure IS.

Even traditional talk of the trinity as an endless intermeshing of its aspects transcendent, immanent, dynamic (Father, Son, Spirit), its perichoresis, is a linguistic fiction. God is ONE, space-less, timeless, a pure with-in-ness, a pure and absolute un-extended now or, if you would, I-now. The complex simplicity (or the simple complexity) of that idea causes time-space beings to render the expression of this intense oneness, this concentrated communicity of transcendent, immanent, and dynamic in terms of endurance, movement, and internal relationships. All this terminology of integral divine relationships, movement, and action in this holy and undivided trinity may seem to us most profound, but it is in reality merely a spacio-temporal enunciation by and for our less than subtle conscious comprehension of the ONE. (Churches of East and West could have avoided centuries of antagonism and animadversion had ecclesiastical clerisy been more inclined to embrace each other’s sincerity rather than reject each other’s vocabulary, each claiming to have the more true perspective and both treating as an object that which both claim to be the most supernal and supreme Subject! Had fervidly religious but less then well-educated monks roaming the Middle East been more mindful to simply live charitably and not preach that which they were not adequately prepared to preach, perhaps another cult of monotheism would never have arisen. It is a lesson rarely taken; too often do they of good intention think they ought and can speak for the Truth, when they, and all others–heaven included, would be better served were they to humbly acknowledge their gifts, and simply live out their faith in kind acts, and  in silence regarding matters catechetical. Acts do preach more assuredly than words. There is not complete but, nevertheless, much merit in the church’s ancient practice of confining the teaching of the tenets of faith to only certain officers of the church. To which I shall add the caveat that, despite the charm of the idea of vox populi, vox Dei, popular fascinations too often lead leaders where faith has neither grounds nor reason to venture.)

“In” heaven, which is not other than being “in God”, one is in a singular moment of embrace, of ecstasy, of literally being outside of one’s being, of the organism reaching its eruption into its purist, most rarefied form, its wholly-being-with-and-in its source and end as its source and end. One does not read the great mystics’ recounting of the experience of sacred ecstasy without realizing they are describing something which is orgasmic on a scale simultaneously cosmic and personal, although, for most of them, confessedly virgins or celibates, such an explicitness of statement is excluded from their vocabulary.

For us the greatest truths are ever wrapped in the humblest fictions of time, space, faltering words, and inadequate ideas. Our sacred texts begin with an acknowledgment of this, our inability to envision the divine and eternal beyond the confines of our worldly experience, for they tell the tale that one inauspicious yet angelic tinged night the Eternal One became manifest as a child, wrapped in swaddling, and set into a bed of straw wherein cattle were wont to feed. Let no theologian, no philosopher, no preacher—no matter how insightful or profound his words or ideas regarding God and his heaven—ever feel pride before so stark a depiction, so gracious a kenosis, so sublime an abnegation.

Therefore, in adoring worship, where all words fail, humbly and hopefully we offer straw, and with angels, archangels, and all the choirs in heaven we make bold to add our song: Holy, Holy, Wholly ONE, as it was in the beginning, so is it now, and shall be evermore. Amen.

 

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on The Apocalyptic Book of Revelation

The final entry in the Christian scriptures, The Book of Revelation, is written in a style known as apocalyptic, hence, the alternate name, The Apocalypse, literally, the “un-covering”. This literary form was in vogue for several centuries before Jesus and continued to have some cachet in early Christian times. Continue reading

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on God within, an eclaircissement for believers

I am informed that as a result of my last publication some have taken to their prayer desks with carcanets of ice to pray for me, the pantheist! Arise and desist. The rumour is false. To them that had such concern, allow me to advise a visit to my earlier publications on this site: on Faith—2, on Faith—3, and on Masks posted on 12, 13, and 26 February 2012 respectively. Note as well, a half paragraph with pastoral intent cannot embrace the whole of a complex dogma.

God is within not exhaustively, but really. The divine in its Transcendence is ever beyond the reach of man, the divine in its Dynamic exists always one breath before the human, and the divine in its Immanence is at the heart of man summoning ever to manifest the divine, and therein and thereby to truly worship and adore. It is in arising to this summons that one becomes fully self, an “I”, a saint, an expositor of God. It is in eschewing this summons that one becomes something lesser, a “me”, a sinner, a detractor of God. In traditional terminology, we know the Father (the transcendent) only through the Son (the immanent) and we know the Son in the Spirit (the dynamic); only by acting upon the divine Spirit’s evocation do we realize, actualize the incarnate Son and glimpse the eternal Father.

In the last century, Karl Barth restored the primacy of the doctrine of the trinity to Western Christian theology. The trinity is the definitive dynamic unicity, the ceaselessly intertwining singularity, the divine perichoresis of traditional terminology. Within this animate and eternal dialogue, communion, and concinnity of transcending, dynamic, and immanent is nestled the wonder, the rapture, the mystery of creation’s why. Herein resides the proper most basis and home of creation and sanctification, being and holiness. It is the tri-unicity of the divine that makes comprehensible and real all that is. It is this dynamic solidity that grounds all movement, physical and spiritual. It is this divine movement that concretizes all being.

In emphasising the practice of acting upon the incarnational aspect of divine presence and grace I am not playing at pantheism, neither am I cathecting a mere ideal, resuscitating Ludwig Feuerbach, or revisiting Henry James. I am simply echoing the divine fiat that calls forth the Christ abeyant within to arise and shine for the wellbeing and welfare of all.

There is a Shaker tune, “Lord of the Dance”, that has in recent times gained some prominence. While some may find it novel, it references images of the divine found in religions more ancient than even our own ancestor in faith.  Thus, I give to my reader this request: in this season of holydays and holidays, amid the brumal bustle, pause in silence,  reflect upon that ceaseless “dancing in circles”, the perichoresis of the divine trinity. Contemplate the supernal rhythms and rhymes, look upon this God who is the dance that causes the music to play, who sets the spheres to the making of their music and the angels to their songs. The locus of the divine never exists with-in, with-out, above, or beyond in isolation, in traditional terminology: God is always one holy undivided trinity. We, in our finite dimensionality of body and soul, can never at once observe that breadth of being, that complexity of dance, and thus, we must, as commanded, ever “sing a new song”, ever find anew the faithful tune.

 

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“Unto us a child is born”

I recently received a letter form an old friend in which she reminisced about my parents. Reminiscences, like the sound of the word itself, ripple, and so that night as I prepared to sleep I had my own remembrances of things past. Continue reading

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on Christmas–2, a defense of my earlier missive

I am aware our ancient ancestors readily accepted that the supernal transcendent could and did immerse itself, incarnate itself, in the world, from the plenitude of forms Zeus acquired in pursuit of beauties, to Alexander, Caesar, and Jesus of Nazareth. All of these divine manifestations in the flesh bespeak of an encounter with extraordinary and realigning power in some form; only the last impacts decisively the spiritual vision of humanity. Continue reading

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on Christmas

Christmas is about new life, and it is a sacred remembrance of family as the nucleus of new life. How often have I heard some too dogmatized cleric stand in a pulpit and prattle on about how Christmas is about this special child, this special birth, and by that intended act of reverence slam shut the door in the face of the multitude that has come to the church this day for their annual visitation. Continue reading

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on Forbidden Carols, a response to the question “How can I sing it when I don’t believe it?”

I know several people who love Christmas and all the carols of the season. They are, however, continuously censoring themselves whenever its music fills their hearts. They feel hypocritical chanting away about virgins giving birth, the Font of All Being becoming a child, angels rousing shepherds, wise men traipsing the desert after a star, etc.

Were it any other body of song, would such scruples of literalism arise? Are these would-be Christmas choristers taken aback by contemporary secular songs? Do they question if anyone ever literally removed his heart and left it behind in San Francisco? Do they feel certain someone measured love to ascertain that it is in fact deeper than the ocean? Are they befuddled by having not been told which part of which ocean is being used as the standard? Could one really dance all night? Are they flummoxed about the type of dance that might be involved in this marathon?

Why do we think the words of hymns and prayers are to be taken literally? Who defines God? Who has the formula for the ground of being? Who knows the contours and content of eternity? If our words are images for things that can have no image–for ideas, ideals, non-material realities–why do we become so obsessed about taking them literally?  There is a goodly foundation in the scriptural injunction against making any image of the divine, for we have a tendency to forget image is the product of the imagination, not the reality we try to picture, be that in a word, stone, paint, or even our humble thoughts.

That which causes all that is to be may be called by us “God” or “He”, but how piteously little is that “He” before the immensity of power that causes every “he”, “she”, “it” that is. The designation is an image, a reverent icon, devised as a short-hand for us and by us. Such also are a gentle kiss upon a forehead, a firm handshake, a hand held over the heart, a wink of the eye, a wave of the hand, a billet-doux, a box of chocolates, a bouquet of flowers, indeed, every sign and symbol for love, hope, and promise. Our words, acts, images are codes we make-up and use to guide ourselves to the understanding of life, self and one another, to express our valuation of life, self and one another.

The image of being a child of God denotes an intimate bond  exists with the very font of  Being, virgin birth is code for a life that is valued as something more than human effort or design can provide, angels are literally “messengers”, messages, signs that break upon us “out of the blue”, etc. I need not create a lexicon for the poetry of the soul. The soul, freed of the fear, can decipher these things for itself. “Fear Not!”  That is the glad tiding; do not be afraid of the inexplicable. “Behold!”—hold on to this with your every experiential capacity and allow it to define you, allow yourself to discover yourself in this, let your very being be to hold onto this!

To sing about Jesus (Christian code for how we ought value self), to pray to God (religious code for the font of all that is) is, in essence, to make a statement about my vocation, my call, my duty, my honour to be to my world, a presence–understanding, caring and compassionate, healing, gracious and graceful. The sorrows, the glories, the highs and lows of Christ’s life, the power, the love, the goodness of God coded in song and in prayer are there as projections of who I am called to be, what I am called to do, how I am called to live. God needs not my praise or prayers, but “God stands there for me” (and I intend the full panoply of meaning derivable from that equivoque) that I may in this light have light to see my way, that I may in this eternal presence have a place to chart my present, that I may in this gracious life find my élan for living. Thus, whether I sing Silent Night, Christ is Risen, or Holy Spirit, Come, whether I pray the confession from Morning Prayer or the psalms, they all are the songs of a soul looking upon its ultimate form, searching out its destiny, examining its call.

This is the place we tune out the everyday and gaze upon a deeper surface to glimpse the dynamics upon which we stand, to be inspired by vistas we can rise up to, to celebrate the wonder-ful-ness of being an entity capable of hope and love. How here does one not sing, not pray, when the every song, the every prayer is humbly and joyfully not other than the self, confronting, celebrating the meaning, the meaningfulness of its past, its present or its yet to be all against the backdrop of timeless eternity? Every contemplation of god, every celebration of god, is a contemplation of self, a celebration of self, of soul, of spirit; and the self needs be contemplated and celebrated—focused and valued—in most rich, most reverent tones.

 

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