Our December Hearts. Anne McConney
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the means by which we perceive our own reality. It is our incantation against the dark as if—as theological writer Dr. Peter Hawkins has written—“to fall silent is to disappear into the void from which we first spoke ourselves into existence.” Words are our weaponry in the enduring battle against chaos and the meaninglessness that always seems ready to reclaim us. Our scriptures teach that God spoke the universe into being, that Christ is the Logos, the eternal Word. We define ourselves—and everything else—by means of language.
We not only define ourselves by means of language—we are in turn defined by it. We live our lives within the boundaries of those ideas and mind patterns that our language or languages can express. This tool we have devised—this wondrous, flexible, and complex tool made to move us beyond our immediate sensory experience, this invention crafted so that our wisdom (yes, and our foolishness too) shall not be lost, this door we have opened on a larger life—is also the door that closes against us. We have chosen to know ourselves and our world and to pass our knowledge to others. We have chosen to live by words, which means that we have chosen to live by symbols.
We live in what philosopher and essayist Francis Bacon called the mundus alter, which is not the world as it is but the world as it is perceived, the world tagged with definitions and expectations, interpretations and memories of past experiences, our own and those of others. The mundus alter is the matrix of education, art and culture, and nearly everything we know of the mundus alter is mediated to us through words, which is to say that it is mediated through symbols. Our knowledge of everything but our most immediate surroundings comes to us at one, and often at two, removes.
Animals share in our experience of pleasure and pain, but it is we humans who define and therefore go haunted by meaning all our days. It is we, tenants of a pitiless and intricate world, balanced on pillars of bone beneath a sky full of fires, who have become the guardians of meaning and thus also the guardians of the pain and joy of our world. We define them and thereby suffer them, not in the body alone but in the far more profound reaches of the mind. And then we do an odd and remarkable thing. We make poetry of them.
Poetry is, after all, nothing but a desperate and often foredoomed attempt to compel language beyond its natural barriers, to cajole and force and brutalize it into carrying meaning heavier than it was designed to bear. We search for the reality that is beyond all symbols with only words—those slippery and elusive and sometimes rough-hewn tools—at our command. We do not speak with wisdom, we do not write with truth, but we do as well as we can.
We wrestle with the angel. Perhaps it is enough.
DECEMBER 1
THE PRECISION OF INCARNATION
I was once seriously taken to task by a woman for suggesting, in a sermon, that Jesus might have had a purely human reaction. “He was God,” she said, presumably meaning that God would not have been irritated by interruptions, would not have tried to turn away the Syrophoenician woman, would not have lost his temper with the moneychangers, would not have snapped at one of his most loyal followers and, since scripture records that he did all these things and more, there must have been Some Other Purpose, deeper and more mysteriously hidden in the divine will.
She shares this opinion with some of the evangelists, notably Matthew with his incessantly repeated “He said this so that the prophecy might be fulfilled….”
Human nature, simple and direct and understandable, is an easier explanation. It is, after all, just as much a heresy (if we can still use that old and venerable word) to doubt Jesus’ humanity as it is to doubt his Godhood.
As Dorothy L. Sayers points out in her introduction to The Man Born to Be King, these concepts tend to occur in cycles, with one era stressing the eternal, cosmic Christ, another era the human Jesus. And yet, whatever era we may live in, we must do our best to balance the two. And there can be no better time than Advent, as we prepare for the great Feast of the Incarnation, to examine exactly what we mean when we speak of “true God and true man.”
I recently led a small discussion group in which we asked: “What would it be like to be both God and human?” The only thing we agreed on completely was that our minds were indeed boggling!
After all, God and human would seem to be exact opposites. God is all-wise, all-powerful and all-knowing, living in an eternity without beginning or end, holding all creation in being. A human, on the other hand, knows neither the future nor, in any true sense, the past, is pitiably vulnerable to all the chances and changes of a dangerous planet, and even with the best of intentions muddles and blunders from one end of life to the other. How can these two forms of consciousness exist in one being?
I think that, first of all, we must begin by insisting on the full humanity of Jesus, simply because a being who could know and control all things before they happened would have few points of contact with the human condition; he would not, in fact, be human in any real sense at all.
To be incarnate is to be a spiritual being in a physical body, to be subject to all the limitations of time and place and culture.
Incarnation is almost unbearably precise. Even a few years’ difference in our birthdates would mean a different set of schoolmates, a different relationship with our siblings and perhaps with our parents. It would mean the influences of our culture, changing constantly as they do, would strike us at different ages as we were growing up. (The first big, breaking story I worked on as a budding journalist was the Kennedy assassination; it had a quite different influence on me than it would have had at, say, age twelve.)
All the things that affect us, then, would have affected Jesus as well and yet, as Sayers also insists, “his consciousness was the consciousness of God.”
How could this be? How can the consciousness of God and the consciousness of a human being ever touch and be one? When we put it in those terms, the answer becomes strikingly clear: we must find the place or places where the human and the divine mind are not different but alike.
And again, the answer stands out for us: the human mind and the mind of God are alike in the passion and the will to love—even to love sacrificially. The God-mind loves because that is its nature; the human mind loves because it was created in the image of God.
This is the point of contact beyond which nothing more is needed. It is the reason for the baby in the manger, the reason for celebration, the reason for thanksgiving.
DECEMBER 2
KINFOLK AND EXILES
Perhaps the first essential of life is that we do not live it alone. A mammalian infant of any species cannot survive without the care and nurturing of others of its kind. Even after it becomes able to see to its own basic needs, it must be taught to do so, and the long childhood of the human species may indicate an uncommonly large need of learning.
Even after the child matures, the society of others is essential. Psychiatrists have documented the mental states of individuals subjected to extended periods of total isolation and have found them to be almost invariably abnormal. The inability to break out of personal isolation is a hallmark of most mental illness.
Somehow, then, the society of our fellows is essential to our humanity, and so it would have been for Jesus too. The nurturing of his mother Mary, the care and protection of Joseph, and membership in what, in that era, would have been a large extended family, all contributed to the humanity of the man who was also God. It is perhaps a paradox, certainly a basic truth, that we do not achieve individuation without the help of others. It would seem that the I cannot fully develop until it recognizes and interacts with the not-I.
Yet the matter goes further. Today we are more and more coming to understand what few persons in Jesus’ time would have known or even cared to know: we are all interlinked in a great web of dependency upon one another. This is the concept the British theologian Charles Williams called co-inherence and which he was convinced operated on a mental and spiritual level as well as a physical one.
According to Williams, the command that we bear one another's burdens is quite simple and straightforward: we are to carry