Monday, August 10, 2015

The Good Ol' Testament







 
I’ve been taking some heat recently, as I do from time to time, for the Sunday Bible readings.  Not the poetic and inspiring spiritual readings from the Letter to the Ephesians, but the Old Testament readings.  Some of you are puzzled as to why we have to listen to stories in church about people behaving badly, about adultery and treachery and murder.  You wonder about readings which seem to put forward an archaic picture of an angry and vengeful God.  You ask what positive spiritual benefit there could be in retelling such stories, and whether we couldn’t choose more uplifting ones, or possibly just leave off the regular reading of a lesson from the Old Testament altogether.  So I’ve decided today to explain, if I can, a little about why the Hebrew Bible is the way it is, and why I think it’s worth reading.
First, I want to say that it’s okay with me that you are raising these questions.  It means you are engaged, and paying attention, and care about what the church says it believes, which is as it should be.  I also want to say that I accept full responsibility for the fact that we are reading these particular texts in our Sunday worship.  Because while I’m pretty sure our bishop would not permit us to stop reading the Hebrew Bible entirely, I do have some leeway in deciding which texts we choose to use.  The Episcopal Church plans its reading of scripture on the basis of something called the Revised Common Lectionary, which is a schedule that we share with millions of other Christians in many denominations around the world.  And every year, during the long Season after Pentecost (roughly June through November), the Lectionary gives us a choice of two different “tracks” for the Old Testament reading. 
One of these tracks follows the practice that prevails throughout the rest of the church year, of cherry-picking readings from the Hebrew Bible that mirror themes of the Gospel lesson of the day.  This makes for a coherent “package” of readings that feels quite satisfactory.  But it also reinforces a bias that has colored the Christian reading of the Bible since the dawn of the Gentile church.  This is the view that the Old Testament has no other purpose, and no other meaning, than to give a kind of advance notice of Christ.   We are free to take a bit from this place and from that one, as it suits the telling of our own story, because those scriptures are no more than preamble to our own, with no narrative structure or compositional integrity of their own that we are bound to respect. 
In doing this we take our lead from passages like today’s Gospel reading from John, which makes a sharp distinction between Jewish memory, and the new thing that is Jesus Christ.  It is “the Jews” who grumble that Jesus cannot have come down like something new-made from heaven, because he is the son of Joseph.  They know his father and mother, and can trace his ancestry like that of any other Jew.  Jesus replies that what he means is that he is sent to carry out God’s purpose.  He has come to gather those who have heard and learned from God.  He will nourish them with the imperishable food of God’s will, and this guidance already draws them right through history with the life of the world to come.   
But if you think about it, what Jesus is describing here is a deeply Jewish project.  Its foundation is a history of distinctively Jewish hopes.  The anti-Jewish polemic of the New Testament, with its emphasis on differentiation, has made it hard for us to see an essential continuity.  Because as diverse and incongruous a collection of writings as the Hebrew Bible is, it has an underlying unity, which is embodied not in the text, but in the life and hope of a people in their God.  Jesus was one of those people.  His genius was a new experience of unity with the God of Jewish revelation, life with whom he embodied to the ultimate degree. For Christians the life, and death, and resurrection of Jesus is the decisive event that reinterprets all that came before it.  But we have to see that it is the culmination of a story that Jesus knew to be the story of himself.  So if we want to really understand Jesus as a living person, we need to learn to read the book that taught him who he is.   That is why, every year, I choose the other lectionary track for the Sunday readings during the season after Pentecost.  That is the one that traces the rough outline of the whole Hebrew Bible, beginning with Genesis and ending three years later with the last book of the Hebrew Bible, the book of the prophet Malachi.    
These readings sometimes fit awkwardly, at best, with the Gospel lesson on any given Sunday, but they do relate powerfully to each other.  Consider the readings about David of the last few weeks.  We heard about David’s moment of glory, when he ascended to the throne of his united kingdom, which spoke of a transcendent hope in God’s promise to his people of sovereignty and peace.  But the Hebrew scribes also knew they had to tell the whole truth about David, and so we had the story of Bathsheba, showing David’s lack of integrity and abuse of power.  This led to personal and national tragedy, as a sign of God’s judgment. 
The mystery of God’s way with his people includes glory and judgment, promise and warning.  And somewhere in between these extremes is compassion, as in today’s reading when we simply bear witness to the grief-stricken cries of a father for his son.   Because whatever else David’s  story is about, it is about a man, and the raw emotional truth of human experience.
The Bible is not God’s word about us, and it is not our word about God, and it is not our word about ourselves, but it is all three of these things woven inextricably together.  Which is exactly what is unique about it.  It contains almost no mythology: no descriptions of heavenly realms, or tales of the origins and adventures of the gods.  It is also quite thin in metaphysics and philosophy.  What it is about is the unity of the God who made us, and the world in which we live, and who sustains the life of all.  It attempts to tell the whole history of human interaction with that God.   And because it is a human story it is full of the brave and noble, the shameful and ignorant, the inexplicable things that humans do.    
But woven throughout, and tying it all together, is this recurring theme of the revelation of God.  God keeps breaking in to interrupt the human story, and the message of these revelations is not just “I exist—worship me!”  It is, “I care what happens to you, and I have a purpose for you.  I am involved in your story.  I do what I do for my own reasons, but they have everything to do with your flourishing, with your living the way human beings are really meant to live.  So trust me—and here’s what I want you to do.”
This repeated discovery of God’s involvement with them is why this inconsequential little tribe of Israelites, left behind a far more detailed record of their history than the great empires on their borders.  That is why they clung tenaciously to that memory through one conquest after another, through all the persecutions and deportations, and efforts at forced assimilation—because their history as a people was also the history of God’s word to humankind.  And it is more than a story of the past—it is also God’s blueprint, sketchy though it might be, of a truly human future.
That refusal to let go of memory makes the Bible sort of like your crazy Great-Aunt Millie’s attic.  The out-of-fashion and horribly uncomfortable ladies underwear is jumbled together with the Picasso she found at a garage sale.  There is a lot in it that is peculiar, incomprehensible, even downright repugnant.  But it’s funny how we moderns, in our arrogance, assume that the compilers of the book didn’t know that.  They were surely dubious about many of the same things we are, but they did not share our confidence in the infallibility of our own hindsight.  “If we have learned anything our ancestors didn’t know,” they seem to say, “that knowledge was hard-won and is easily lost.  So we want to remember how we learned it, by telling the whole story.”  They didn’t claim that all of it was equally true, or equally important, only that all of it was worth remembering. 

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I am a priest in the Episcopal Church, and have been (among other things) an organic farmer and gardener, and a Zen monk. I have a lifelong interest in social and spiritual renewal on the basis of contemplative discipline, creative nonviolence, and ecological practice. In recent years my work has focused intensely on the responsibility of pastoral ministry in the humanistic, evangelical, and catholic branch of Christianity known as Anglicanism. I'm married with a daughter, and have three brothers and two parents.