Monday, June 29, 2020

Free... at LAST!

One of the stupidest out of mankind's abundant store of stupidities is the self-vaunting, preening, perniciously myopic conceit that by dint of existing today we know better about EVERYTHING than EVERYBODY who lived yesterday. 
Being born later and not being dead yet makes us smarter. 
Stupefyingly stupid, isn't it? And just think what dangers such stupidity, like all stupidities, exposes mankind to. 
C. S. Lewis (somebody who lived yesterday, poor benighted soul) repeatedly commented on this in his writings. It was clearly one of his inner life's sustained motifs. Things that are gratuitously easy and self-exalting should automatically be suspect...like a snake coming along to tell you that you'll be a god if you'll only eat an apple.... Similarly with this view of the past. It is, Lewis in different words conveyed, a repellent sort of no-cost self-gratification to look back at everybody who ever did one particular thing that we don't happen to have done yet--i.e., die--and say:
"What fools. Look at all the mistakes and wrongs they committed, according to this morning's top trending social-justice hot button. We're practically not even the same species as them anymore! We're so much wiser and...HUMAN-ER now." 
Yes, we're wonderful now. Why, a regular Master Race, don't you know. 
Down with the Evil Past. Time for the Brave New World. Now we KNOW we're right about everything. We see the whole picture, all of it. At last. Don't it feel go-o-o-o-d? 
If anybody tells you different, shred him on social media, maybe burn down his business--THAT'LL show him: Victims of the World Unite!
And one character we certainly don't need hanging around to snap and criticize from the back row is The Past, that annoying little creep. So-o-o...unhelpful. So-o-o...hateful. Throw him out of the building, out of our brave, tolerant, wise new world. Terminate him! 
And how do we know all this? Duhhh! Because we're alive and haven't DIED, dummy. What more do you need? Let The Past just TRY and defend himself, let him TRY. We've learned how to not listen, or to scream him down if necessary. What more do you NEED? 
What? 
WHAT did you say? 
That "WE'RE the past, with our own blindnesses that the FUTURE will see right through, and all the more so because of OUR stupidity about the past"?! 
How dare you! Out with you, you and The Past together! You must be one of his spies! Terminate! 
And Reality waits. Laughs...and waits. 
We NEVER know better than The Past about "everything." 
It's not how life works. 
Perhaps the starkest proof of this is those for whom life is manifestly not working: those shrieking most stridently how The Past needs to be liquidated. They're Exhibit A when it comes to how life doesn't work. Because, at the deepest, most vital levels, they don't get it. 
They are precisely the most obvious burn-outs, drop-outs, spoiled-rotten full-of-themselves "privileged," self-disfiguring, self-consumed nebbishes and sociopaths, frantically scrambling after delusions of grandeur (to anesthetize the wasteland within) by lying down "heroically" in front of parked backhoes ("Will this be on YouTube? Did you get my tattoo?") in defense of their fatuous tinker-toy paradise--the Utopian CHOP where The Evolved Human is free at last, free at last: to defecate on the sidewalk, fry his brain on heroin (and nobody cares; ain't it wonderful!), and walk into any shop on the street to take whatever he wants (FREE...at LAST!). 
Though what happens when the stores are empty, and there's no money for the next fix, and who after all is gonna de-poop the sidewalks ("Uh, Mom?"), they haven't quite thought through: that would be so yesterday, so counter-revolutionary, so...annoying. 
The Prime Directive: don't annoy us. (You just know none of these pathetics have children...at least, by all that's holy, you hope not.) 
Yes, Reality laughs grimly. 
And waits.

Friday, June 26, 2020

The spirit of "Shut up!"

Many maaaaaany years ago, when I was still in college, a group of us from the campus Christian Fellowship went to visit some patients at a nearby psychiatric hospital. In the recreation room we had a small group of the patients together, conversing, singing, talking about Jesus. I noticed one man sitting as far into the corner of the room as he possibly could squeeze, as if he'd bust right through it to the outside if he could, and he continually glared at us and growled, "Shut up! Shut up! Don't say that! Shut up!" 
I had a feeling....
Then when we started to sing a song together the man suddenly leapt from his chair, ran to the window (I thought he was going to jump out!), stared as if he were seeing something out there besides trees and sky, and started screeching, "Make them stop! Make them stop! Have mercy on me!" 
The attendants finally took him away. 
And I had a feeling.... 
When we left the hospital and were back in the car, an older Christian minister who was with us said, "Did you notice the man who was demon-possessed?" 
As a very young Christian I hadn't been confident to give what I saw that name, but the minister absolutely confirmed my feeling. 
That scene returns to me often these days. In an automatic way, like a free, involuntary, inescapable association....
We'll come back to that. 
In the present raging sociocultural-political conflict, I can't help noticing that one side's persistent ploy is to make the other side, very simply, stop talking. The ploy takes on different guises, but the point is entirely consistent. It's ad hominem, obfuscatory, obscurantist, diversionary, or, when all else fails, simply violent and infantile. "You won't do what I want? Okay, BURN DOWN THE SYSTEM!" 
It betrays the barren wasteland of intellectual and moral bankruptcy from which it oozes like pus. 
The "pus" takes on such various expressions as: 
"And you're an expert on this--why?"
"You can't say ANYTHING to this because you're not ___________."
"Boomer."
"Well, that's just __________-phobic."
"You're a racist." 
"Why are you so angry?" 
"Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!"
Or a recent variation on the theme, popularized by tantrum-throwing teenage girls (who are nevertheless sufficiently collected and focused to "selfie" the whole thing, phone in one hand, whatever else they might be throwing at the door with the other), "I hate you! I hate you! Get out of my room! Oh, please Cyberspace, rescue me from my Neanderthal parents, please love me, Cyberspace and tell me I'm wonderful, make me a hero, please please pleeeeez, I wanna be the next Greta!!!" (Why does it remind me so much of "I'm ready for my close-up, Mr. DeMille"?) 
And of course "Cyperspace" DOES. In spades. Gushingly. Lots of grown-ups who ought to know better (they do, actually) pander to the child, making her the fig leaf for their cynical, soulless political agenda. Which makes you ask who's exploiting who....
There's no intellectual, moral or spiritual substance (though there is likely a spiritual force) behind it. What's behind it is a gaping abyss, a nihilistic rage against the Universe for daring to exist without getting their permission first. They brook no argument. They DON'T in fact argue. They only "cancel." Or worse. 
It's repulsive, disgusting--the hatred, the malevolence, the consuming passion to malign, vilify and finally exterminate anyone who refuses to think, talk, walk and emote in lockstep with them. 
And when they run through their repertoire of stale, obtuse, infantile "Shut up! Shut up!" tactics, in whatever guise the tactic happens to play itself out at the moment, you know, I just can't help...
Remembering that man, all those years ago, with the flaming eyes and hateful grimace, crouched there in the corner, growling, "Shut up, shut up, shut up, don't say that, shut up, don't say that...." 
And I get a feeling....

Tuesday, June 23, 2020

Not White Anymore

Since "Black" is now an ethnicity enshrined with a capital "B," and "black" as a color has been banished from the memory of enlightened society, it only stands to reason that "white" likewise means nothing anymore. 
Look at it this way, color is either out or it's NOT. You can't have it both ways. 
(Make up your mind.)
I say it's out. 
So, I'm no longer "white." 
And I never was, really! It was a mythical identity assigned to me at my birth. It has no basis in reality. The very idea of "color" is a social contrivance. Truly! 
Snow is white. Milk is white. Crayons can be white. White whales are white. 
But I'm not snow, milk or a crayon. Or a whale, though I have put on a bit of weight. 
But me, I'm a human being. NOT white. What does "white" even MEAN, for Pete's sake?
Please. 
So since it's all about ethnicity now, then I identify as Irish-American, thank you very much. 
Perhaps you think I'm  being snarky, mean-spirited, unhelpfully provocative, even racist. 
Well, "balderdash, hogwash, tripe and drivel" on THAT, with all due respect. ðŸ˜Š
I'm entirely serious. I mean it. 
In our day and age when every Tom, Dick and Harriet is entitled to "identify" him/herself, the glaring exception never given a choice is that phantasmic undifferentiated blob of a scapegoat called...absurdly..."white." Somebody branded you (possibly) as belonging to that fictitious undifferentiated blob the day you were born.
Well, I consider "Black's" official graduation from color to ethnicity to be MY official graduation out of the socioculturally contrived, oppressive language of color, too. My emancipation from the Blob. 
Why not, I ask you! It's eminently, spectacularly consistent. 
So listen, if you got gripes with "white people" (whoever, whatever, wherever that is), then you just go and try to find them/it, if you really want to hash it out. Good luck. 
As for me, I'm Irish-American, and I have far better things to do than play along with such benighted myths in the service of despotic political philosophies. 
Someone will still, I'm sure, insist on thinking I'm being sarcastic, acting out hostility to the "new rule" about "Black," or indeed to Black people! 
If you do, whoever you are, you're simply not listening; your prejudices have clogged your ears. (Q-Tips might help. They're white, too, come to think of it. No, I'm not a Q-Tip, either.)
I couldn't be happier about the change. I embrace it utterly. My own "graduation" is part and parcel of that unqualified embrace. 
"Free at last...." 
Sincerely,
The Irish-American Formerly Known As White

Monday, June 15, 2020

Marcus Aurelius

Interesting thoughts from Marcus Aurelius. I am inserting the (A) and (B). Don't let the old-fashioned use of the word "appetite" mislead you. By "appetite" here he is referring to impulse, lust, covetousness, not genuine injury or survival instinct.

"Theophrastus was right...when he maintained that wrongdoing associated with pleasure calls for harsher condemnation than that associated with pain. And generally speaking, in the one case (A) the offender is more like a person who has first been injured by another and has been driven by pain to lose his temper, while in the other (B), he has been impelled to do wrong as a result of his own inclination, being carried away by appetite to act as he does."

From Scripture: Proverbs 6:30 (NRSA) Thieves are not despised who steal only to satisfy their appetite when they are hungry. That's (A). We all feel compassion for the person who steals food to feed a starving family. It should never have to come to that.

(B) is a girl running through the shattered windows of a ransacked store crowing, "I got stuff!" No sympathy. Only loathing and disgust.

Also from Marcus Aurelius. Warning: the slightly old-fashioned English (of this translation; the original was in Greek!) may lead you to misinterpret it. Don't rush to conclusions.

"Rarely is a person seen to be in a bad way because he has failed to attend to what is passing in the soul of another; but those who fail to pay careful attention to the motions of their own souls are bound to be in a wretched plight."

In plain modern English: It won't kill you not to obsess with what others might be thinking, but you'll wind up in pretty hot water if you don't take charge of your own thought processes.

Probably the most psychically (I mean, in the psyche) wasteful, self-corroding, debilitating habit we ever indulge in is to fashion a virtual hologram of somebody ELSE'S head in our own head and...ARGUE with it. It's an utter delusion. Something that simply isn't THERE.

The only thing in your own head is you. Finally coming to a crystal-clear realization of this is the quickest recipe for exorcising "ghosts." Whoever is bothering you, trailing you, snapping at you, hounding you, laying in wait for you, second-guessing you, or in any other way hanging on to you inside there, is (surprise) YOU.

When you really realize that, you can whip the mask off that phantom--the image of that person from somewhere in your past who for some reason got under your craw--as I was saying, you can whip the mask off that phantom and see that the "ghost" was YOU all the time. And...simply...stop doing that to yourself.

There is a freedom in life that is terrifying, which means you have to have the guts to exorcise the "ghosts", both past, present and future. It can feel like committing murder. It isn't.

Whatever you imagine others are thinking is...you, thinking. You can just as easily...NOT. You see.

Tuesday, June 9, 2020

I WON'T KNEEL

KUDOS and SALUTATIONS to this officer. He's got it ten thousand percent RIGHT.
THIS, ladies and gentleman is COURAGE in the face of the imperious, supercilious mob.
Stand your ground. Know who you are. Don't play the insidious, cynical, manipulative game.
Because the game-players will NEVER be satisfied.
The game isn't about justice. It's about pathological dysfunction, projection, and ego-gratification.
And THAT, ladies and gentlemen, is a hellishly insatiable appetitie. You will NEVER appease it. They will only demand more and more and....
The officer is sincere, polite, respectful, decent, straightforward, self-possessed and unflinching: "No, there's the line; I don't go past it. No matter what. You can wheedle and whine and have a tantrum, but that's...YOUR PROBLEM, not mine. Have a nice day."
That, of course, is my paraphrase of what he said, or , more precisely, did. But I believe it captures the gist.
Watch and admire.
(This man knows a BILLION percent more about how black lives matter than the sullen, malcontent, spoiled-rotten, grotesquely self-disfigured, obstinately adolescent, rich white kids battering their core inadequacies against public memorials and statues.)

https://www.joshwho.net/video-georgia-police-officer-refuses-to-kneel-tells-protesters-he-only-kneels-before-god/

Sunday, June 7, 2020

A Thought on Pentecost Day

The Holy of Holies. The innermost sanctuary. The place no one has a right to enter. The place where the "sh'kinah", the resplendence of God's presence is manifested. The Creator's own Visitation in awe-ful majesty, fatal to all who dare to intrude unbidden. 
The Temple is gone. 
Yet you are here. 
And the Spirit has descended on His people. 
The Holy of Holies is in you. It always was. God's place of Visitation was always the heart of Man and no temple built by human hands. 
NONE are bidden there, but you. And ONE meets you there, alone. 
MANY are scrambling desperately to own that place, to claim Creatorhood, to hang their banners there and call it their glory. But they can't get in. Not really. Not ever. 
They can deceive you into thinking they have, that's all. 
And intimidate you into jumping through hoops to prove it.
Don't ever fall for it. 
The Holy of Holies is sacrosanct. It belongs to two alone: to you by gift, to God by right. 
Live from that place. Refuse every circus-master, scorn all the hoops, despise every script, whatever doesn't issue from the Holy of Holies. 
No mob rules there. Mercy and compassion rule there, but on no one's terms but His. 
Yours is the FREEDOM to learn it there. "And they will be taught by God...." 
You are free: to weep, to laugh, to speak, to say nothing, to act, to refrain, to join, to withdraw, to affirm, to deny, to embrace, to reject...you are free. 
And not free at all. 
You are bound to attend, in the Holy of Holies, and be true to what meets you there. Your captivity there ("To whom else would we go?") is life and truth. 
There is no other freedom. 
"Rejoice in the Lord always, and again I say, rejoice!"

Saturday, June 6, 2020

I Hafta Go Now

The subtleties of English (and any language, actually, but English happens to be the one I know best) are infinite.

For instance, how would you explain to non-native English-speakers why "supposed" is pronounced two different ways in these sentences (recognizing that some of you may not in fact pronounce them differently, but many still do, I for one): 

"Why isn't this done? You were supposed to do this two hours ago!"

"Einstein is, by many, supposed to be the smartest man in history."

In the first sentence I dare say practically all of us say "suh-POST" (and, no, I do not tell my English students that this is a "wrong" pronunciation; it is correct, standardized, conventional, accepted). 

In the second, I think many of us would say suh-POZD, with a slightly elongated "o." Because we're not thinking of "supposed" as "had to" (or as we say in the present tense, "hafta"); rather we are literally thinking about "supposing" with a "z." As in "I supposed he would be here but as it turned out I supposed wrong!" 

So what's going on there? 

In Russian there's a universal, standardized little device in pronunciation where they let consonants morph between voiced (where your vocal cords vibrate) and unvoiced (where they don't), thus "distorting the letter" into a different sound (exactly as we do when we say "have to" as "haff to", de-voicing the "v"). 

In Russian they do this all the time

In English we do so in only a few, rare instances. 

So if you say, in Russian, "to Kiev", which is "v Kiev," the "K" of "Kiev," being unvoiced (you don't use your vocal cords to say it), de-voices the "v" and makes it an "f", so you say "f Kiev." 

That's a standard "rule" in Russian. Now, you don't actually learn it like a rule that you have to remember to apply in the, oh, bazillion instances when voiced and unvoiced consonants happen to smash into each other in everyday conversation. Instead, you learn it as an instinct and it just starts happening naturally (even, unfortunately, when you revert to English). 

(By the way, in Russian it works the other way around, too: an unvoiced consonant will become voiced in submission to a following voiced one, so "s Bogom" is "with God" but voiced "B" turns the "s" into a "z"  and so you say "z Bogom." In short, the last consonant in the cluster rules, forcing the ones before it to be the same kind, voiced or unvoiced.) 

We don't do this in English, 99% of the time. If you do do it, you'll immediately be talking with a "foreign" accent. It's the easiest way to put one on, in fact. Try it. Impress your friends! 

But there are three curious instances in English where doing this has become essential to intelligible communication: 
used to
have to
supposed to

Contrast "I used to live in New Jersey" with "I used two markers but Fred used three." 

Contrast "I have to leave soon if I'm going to catch my bus" with "I have two hens and a rooster." 

Contrast "Tommy's supposed to rake the yard this afternoon" with "I supposed they intended to help us, just as you supposed, too." 

Where we say "yoostoo" and "haftoo" and "suh-post-too", what they all have in common is: 1) the verbs have lost their essential meaning; we're not thinking of using, having or supposing; what they mean to us in such sentences is "earlier" and "must" and "is obligated/must/should/presumably will;" 2) they're all followed by a verb in the infinitive, starting with "to", and the reason we cut these words short (by devoicing the final consonant, which make you say them faster) is that we're not thinking of them as full-fledged actions (like real using, having and supposing) but simply as markers indicating the conditions for the main verb: I yoosta LIVE...., I hafta LEAVE..., Tommy's suh-posta RAKE....

These are things we never stop to think about as native English-speakers in everyday conversation. We know it on an instinctual level, way, way, waaay beneath the level of consciousness. We did, of course, actually learn these things, in some way thinking about them, processing them, experimenting with them, sorting them out and putting the puzzle pieces in place, way back there between two and four years old, though we were likely rather older, maybe 8-11 years old, before we realized that "suhPOSta" came from "supposed" or "HAFta" had any connection with "have". 

We just don't remember learning these things. 

And for most of us, they are things we never would need to think about, ever

But when you're teaching English, and suddenly you hear your student read a text: "Do you know that you're suh-POOOOOOZED ...TOObee at the train station in five minutes?", or "I heV,  TOO-say that...",  or, "I YOOZD...TOOliv in...",  your native instincts immediately flash "Warning! Warning!", because something is Just Not Right about that.

Well, that's when you have to understand why it doesn't seem right, and formulate a coherent, precise explanation. 

And, believe me, the right explanation is not, "Well, in that sense of the word, most Americans say it wrong. So you're saying it right, just like it's spelled."

Good grief, no! 

No, it is one of the signs of an inexperienced English teacher to explain any divergence or inconsistency between written and spoken English (and I don't just mean spelling) as "bad English that you don't want to imitate." You recognize this immediately when a well-meaning American starts talking to a roomful of Ukrainians in stilted, unnatural English: 

"Hello, studEnts (vaguely reminiscent of "dEntal"). THEE ("-ee" because after all it's written "thE") first thing I want TOOO ("oo" because after all it's written "tO") do is wriTe-uh down (spitting the "t" to separate it from the "d", resulting in a bizarre approximation of an Italian accent) THEE rules...," etc. 

Which is the sort of approach that leads to one telling students that the correct pronunciation of "I used to live there" is "I yoozd to...." 

No. Wrong. That's not American English. (Arguably it's British English, though hardly universal, as British English itself is no monolith; but you must simply decide which English you're interested in teaching and be consistent about it.) The occasional American, who's decided that spelling reigns supreme and anything diverging from it in the spoken word is wrong, will self-consciously and forcedly talk that way. It's something they didn't learn from the cradle but decided on much later, in an effort to conform to an artificial concept of correctness. 

But in reality practically everybody says:  

"I YOOSTa live there." It's correct. 

And "You're suhPOSTa help him." It's correct. 

And "I HAFta go now." It's correct. 

I do.  

I hafta go now. 

😊

Friday, June 5, 2020

ALL LIVES MATTER

I've refrained till now from ever firing off a post, comment or reply, "All lives matter." 
Why? 
Out of sheer politeness. 
I understood perfectly well what the point of "Black lives matter" was, i.e., "We matter as much as everybody else!", and that to retort (why in principle would you retort?) with "All lives matter" was as much as to say, "There's no validity in what you mean." 
I was never inclined to do that. Why on earth would I be? 
But now, when people are getting fired from their jobs just for retweeting ("retweeting" of all the trivial things!) that "all lives matter" (dear God, have we been reduced to SUCH a pernicious thought-police society?)--FIRED for it, like something out of 1984 or Stalin's purges--and when the chants of "Black Lives Matter!" are accompanied on the streets by the percussion of African-American police-officer craniums exploding, well, that kind of "politeness" amounts to collaboration with Evil. 
ALL. LIVES. MATTER.
Because, yes, they DO. And they are ALL worth defending, whatever it takes, against the demented, brain-fried, defecating-on-overturned-police-cars, store-owner-slaughtering savages. 
Savage isn't a color. Savage is as savage does. 
Life isn't a color, either. Life doesn't HAVE a color. 
And ALL lives matter, or none do.

Monday, June 1, 2020

WHY PENAL SUBSTITUTION SEEMS WRONGHEADED TO THE WRONGHEADED


 I read this article online, about what is evidently the moment's current hot controversy in theological circles (there always is one, after all), and I liked it very much. I wrote to the author, Pastor Gilbert, in reply. My letter follows the link. To best "get" my letter, you should read his article first. 

Here is the link: https://www.9marks.org/article/a-response-to-scot-mcknight-and-matthew-bates/


DISCLAIMER: I never asked Pastor Gilbert's permission to link his article here (such permission isn't necessary since the article is publicly available), nor have I heard back from him, positively or negatively, regarding my letter to him, nor does my linking his article in any way imply that he would endorse my views or even that I understood him correctly! 

All I will posit about the pastor's well-written article (much better written than my response) is that he stimulated me to think further about these things and connect his concerns with some of my own which could well have no relation whatsoever to his. 

CAVEAT: I have Calvinist friends whom I truly love and respect. But I'm not a Calvinist. A couple of things I say here about the "-ism" are perhaps a tad rough. Nothing personal is intended, and I trust in my friends' "bigness." 
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Dear Pastor Gilbert, 

Like you, I harbor certain sympathies for those who evince this yen to bring into bold relief the "kingly arrival" of Jesus. I am convinced at the deepest levels--intellectual and "felt"--that this is certainly central to everything...just as many other sides and dimensions of the matter are "central to everything." 

In God there is infinite room for a whole lot of things to be "central to everything." 

Like you I reject, dare I say brutally and ruthlessly (I need hard terms because the rejection is fierce), all notion of allowing Christ's royal advent to elbow out Christ's propitiation of our sins in His death. 

Why do they insist on this fragmentation and, following right upon it, this incredibly clumsy, hamfisted cherry-picking (like, as you pointed out so well, baldly deleting from the very apostolic assertion any reference to His death for our sins)? 

Several reasons come to my mind (and "gut"). 

One is, metaphorically speaking, "white guilt." Only in this case call it "Christian guilt," an overly solicitous, bordering on obsequious desperation to apologize for everything ever done wrong by "Christianity," by pinning the whole problem on, as it were, the lowest hanging fruit, i.e., the most uncomfortable, objectionable, embarrassing doctrine. It's a knee-jerk reaction emanating from a disastrous theological and historical confusion (on which, see Reason #3!). "Oh if the Church historically had only known it wasn't about wrath and punishment and divine revenge wrought upon the Innocent One, the Church Herself wouldn't have acted out these unworthy sentiments in her turn, converting at the point of the sword, burning heretics, cozying up to corrupt power structures; instead, She'd have striven uncompromisingly to advance the justice and mercy of God's Kingdom." 

If there's anything more myopic than futuristic utopian dreams, it's retrospective utopian regrets.

One might put it that they are trying to atone for Christianity by making the Atonement its scapegoat

(And what god is being propitiated in that process?)

Another is boredom with same-old-same-old theology and a hankering after novelty, perhaps to make their mark on history's theological stage. (But, come on, is there anything new?) Thus they artifically blow up their notional angle into The Whole Thing. Even if it means pretending verses that are there, aren't.  It's sophomoric. Somewhat tolerable in the very young who always think their latest brain flash is The Theory of Everything, but horribly distasteful coming from anyone old enough to know better. 

Reason #3--and my gut feeling is very strong about this--is, I suspect, a theologically catastrophic blindness to the centrality of Christ's deity, the reality of the Holy Trinity. I haven't read their works, but I would bet half the farm they downplay the deity of Christ and inflate, over against it, His Messiahship in a squarely Davidic-royal-human sense. I don' t imagine they have done anything so blatant as to outright deny His deity (yet), but I'd bet the notion was kept comfortably peripheral. 

When you start losing sight of the deity of Christ, sooner or later His vicarious Passion, the propitiation of our sins, is cognitively launched on a trajectory to final, appalling intolerability. It may not happen all at once, and you may not realize it's happening, or why, but you will finally get there. 

(I'm convinced this goes to the heart of the tragic falling away by the Law-Gospel faction in the Jerusalem church; they just could not, finally, tolerate the supremacy of Jesus even though they "believed" in Him--but pray to Him like God, the way everybody around them was doing? And pretend to be happy about the demotion of the Law to "optional"? NO. I think the Epistle to the Hebrews was the last-ditch, heartbroken effort to keep them in, and it appears, historically, that it failed.)

When all you've got left is the man Jesus (somehow, inexplicably, sinless, or at least very very good), you cannot possibly entertain the notion of a just God pouring out upon, into, Him the fathomless wrath (whatever that could be and whatever that would feel like, and we know it means more than just dying on a cross)--the fathomless wrath of infinite holiness unleashed on infinitely rejected (the British "blasted" fits well here) sin. In the man Jesus: "My God, my God...!!!" 

The deity of Christ is inextricable from the Atonement. Because He is God, He freely, as the Forgiver, absorbed the impenetrable brunt, pain, punishment, devastation of the world's sin. Embraced His own "blasting." Which isn't at all difficult to understand in principle if not in magnitude. We all suffer, after all, when we forgive, abandoning all hope of a just, healing compensation. When we see that "it's never going to happen, so only I can settle this, in myself." And thus free ourselves. 

Only the Forgiver can take over the debt and pay it. Only the Wronged One can swallow the wrong and, if you'll forgive my pursuing the digestive metaphor, digest and eliminate it. 

Not only can He, but He's entitled to if He wants to(Happily for us, God wanted to.) 
That point is vital, crucial, monumental in its significance. 

I once had a conversation with a Jewish professor in Israel on this very point. I won't tell the story here but I think you would appreciate it. I included it in a paper I delivered once in York, England, at the annual convention of a literary society I belong to. If you'd be interested, I'll send the paper to you. I'll even highlight the pertinent part so you don't have to hunt through it. It's on Forgiveness and the "miniature Golgotha" every act of forgiveness must be if it is to be real. 

God was entitled, as the One wronged, to come and "swallow" it, right to death. He evidently considered it that important. 

(This does not in the least diminish the central significance of the Man's innocence as Man making Him the spotless Lamb. Why indeed would it? How can anything in Him diminish or exclude anything else of His fullness that all "goes into it"? Still, even as Man Jesus could only die for our sins as the One sinned against, Who is, inescapably, God. Only God could do it. Only Man could do it. So He did.)

The current inclination in some theological, apologetical circles to diminish, shrink in embarrassment from, mealy-mouth and vacillate over Christ's propitiary death amounts to an arrogant denial of the divine prerogative--something, indeed, akin to the arrogance of the Watchtower Society in dictating to God that He can't become Man ("even if He wanted to," as a JW once told me). There is nothing in the least surprising about this, since I see the two streams, i.e., the Atonement-deniers and the modern Arianism, as issuing from the same impulses. 

There is much freedom and scope for reflection, speculation, extrapolation, etc., in Christian theology. But only because there are divine givens. Just as there is much scope for freedom in playing the violin, but only when you've learned the rules. Otherwise you have no authentic freedom at all. Once you start jettisoning the divine givens, there is no more freedom left in Christian theology because there is no Christian theology left. 

For instance, I feel fairly well convinced (in my "gut") that, had there been no Fall, God would have incarnated as Man anyway because that was always the "end game." 

Yes, I do realize how ridiculous that sounds, in particular to anyone of a Calvinistic bent (disclaimer: I don't know, plowing into the following, what your bent is; I might offend you--sorry!). 

But I don't apologize for the weakness of human language (or quake before Calvinistic prejudices). Sure, there was a Fall, and there never will be an Incarnation in isolation from the One that was in direct relationship to  Man's sin and the mission to atone for it. So it's all hypothetical and I'd never insist on it as a point of doctrine (the "rules"). 

I still feel sure of it, though, and, moreover, sure that it matters. In the impenetrable, unfathomable workings of the Divine Intention there is room for "what might have been," not simply as an abstraction but as an everlastingly meaningful quality in that Intention. (God Himself certainly pours out His broken heart to the Israelite nation sufficiently often--"If only you had..., I would have..."--to suggest that aborted realities mean something to Him, and forever, unless one wants to argue He's play-acting His grief.  He would never pass the strict Calvinist bar with such talk.) 

In other words, even if, both in point of fact and according to, if you wish, God's fore-ordination, there never was any other possibility but the Fall and the Atonement--EVEN THAT cannot void the meaning inherent in God's becoming Man because He wanted to do that.  Its meaning stands for itself and all its implications without being, as it were, wholly indebted to its soteriological exigency. (Or is God not big enough for such complexity?) 

And if one is of a less Calvinistic, imagination-eviscerating, bent, then the force of the proposition mounts exponentially: the Creator made us in order, ultimately, to join us on the created plane in the Person of His Beloved Son. Sin made that "visitation" a matter of urgent rescue, on a cataclysmic scale, at the ultimate cost to Himself. Yet that doesn't void the overriding intention or the breathtaking glory of love in Him that this desire, entirely in its own right, discloses to us. 

So my answer to the question what point there could possibly be in such wild speculations (I think, not so wild actually, and I do find glimmers of biblical support for them, but we'll leave that for now), since "Nobody can know, so why even posit it?", is this: 

"There is nothing in the divine revelation forbidding the idea. Moreover, there are places that can be adduced as suggesting it. Moreover again, the whole of God's revelation, of His character and ultimate desires for His people, is in harmony with it. And for another moreover, I see it as affectively, instinctively consistent with the God we know Him to be. And finally, just 'knowing'--as much as we could be said to 'know'--such a thing about God brings me deeper into love with Him. I think about this desire of God's to be one of us, not just because of the sin problem but to be with us, and I say to myself, 'Yes, it would be just like God to do something like that. That's what the God I have come to know would want, no matter what.'"

Nor (and this is why I have brought all this up here) does such speculative theologizing elbow any of the divine givens off the stage, least of all the Atonement! Any more than it would be denigrating somebody's heroism after they'd pulled someone out of a burning house if you happened to note that they were on their way to that house anyway in response to a dinner invitation and they "only" ran into the house and saved their friend once they arrived and realized the place was on fire. But...they really came for dinner. 

Well, yes, it would be denigrating the person's heroism if you said it that way but the point is, the denigration itself is moronic. Not worth an ounce of respect or credence. 

The "anyway" makes all of it, in my book, all the more transcendently glorious: this is the friend who came in love, ideally for joyful reunion (God's timeless, core ideal, pace anyone's overreaching orthodoxies on predestination), who sacrificed not only the expectation of that joy but himself out of khesed for the beloved, because that's what the crisis called for. But the crisis doesn't  define who the friend existentially IS or ultimately PURSUES.  (Am I talking about God here or the figure in my analogy? Well, yes.) 

I'd be going horribly astray were I to push my feeling about  "the Incarnation that would have happened anyway," and make it The Whole Thing, saying something like: "The Incarnation is the Gospel. All that counts is 'the Word became flesh.' Simply by being here He effectively 'disinfected' our sin-diseased world. That was sacrifice (and humiliation) enough. It insults the Divine beneficence resplendent in the Incarnation to demote it to second place after some barbaric, primitive notion of a vengeful deity out for blood." 

I think Jesus' "king-makers" (as if He needed them for that) are similarly going horribly astray

Yes, there is room, so much room, so much freedom, so much to be penetrated (forever and ever), but it is it, not something else. When you've abandoned it, then whatever it is you're penetrating, it's not  it. "There are many rooms in my Father's house," but there's only one house. And the lintels of the door are marked with blood. 

Yours sincerely, 
Kenneth Sears
Zaporozhye, Ukraine
PS My "take" on the Atonement has been accused by the "other side," as it were, of reducing the righteous punishment of sin to a kind of divine self-therapy, where the key thing wasn't so much the world's sin as much as God's need for a catharsis, to "get over it," purge it from His memory and deliver Himself from bitterness. If you are interested, I will write again to demonstrate why that is so wrongheaded. It, too, is in its way a kind of tunnel-vision fragmentation, though of a different stripe than that of the "king-makers." Both sides, in a supreme irony, seem to leave "God" out of it--I mean the God Who Jesus was, immutably, always, even on the cross--the one side in a thinly veiled Arianism, the other side in a bizarre flirtation with Nestorianism. 
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Well, that was my letter to Pastor Gilbert. I sent it to him via his church's website. Whether he'll ever read or respond to it, I don't know. But for you reading this here now, I'll add the mentioned excerpt from the paper I delivered at that literary society convention. The paper is also here on this blog, by the way, at https://kentexts.blogspot.com/2015/02/dorothy-l-sayers-on-forgiveness.html. Here is the excerpt: 

I made the same point once to a shop lady in Jerusalem, saying that if I were to maliciously destroy her merchandise, but she chose to forgive me, it wouldn't end there. There's still the cost of the merchandise.  By forgiving me, she'd have chosen to absorb the loss herself. 

I made that point, too, also in Jerusalem, to a university professor. In a lecture he had made the not-so-subtle hint to us Christians in the audience that God’s telling Abraham to spare Isaac showed God wouldn’t allow an innocent person to be sacrificed for others (get it?). I went up to him after the lecture and said, “That’s why the Incarnation is intrinsic to the Atonement.” He stared at me blankly and said, “Why?” “Because”, I said, “only the one who’s been sinned against can absorb the full brunt of the offense – that’s what it means to forgive. If God asked someone else to do it – you’re right, it would be unfair.” The professor grew very still and said, “I never thought of it that way before.” I couldn’t help but think, “You are a teacher of the Jews and you don’t know these things?” God is the shop owner who eats the loss, the Lord who is also Lamb.
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And finally, if you're curious what my allusion to Nestorianism was all about, I meant that demanding Christ's death on the cross: 1) be entirely and exclusively about Man (the perfect Man) receiving the full, exhaustive blast of righteous wrath earned by Adam's race, and, 2) that Christ's own deity be, in a manner of speaking, not around at the moment, not doing anything except somehow suppressing itself, to the point of virtually not existing, and, 3) that His deity certainly not be seen as in any way on the "receiving end," the "swallowing" end, of this infinitely punishing ordeal, is to betray simply every bit of orthodoxy you have ever mouthed about Christ being 100% Man and 100% God in His Person. In Who He is

As if his "God-part" were something He could turn off with a switch. As if the Person on that cross is only 100% Man. As if what Jesus is going through, God-in-the-flesh is not going through. 

No, Jesus's humanity is God's humanity.  Jesus' deity is the deity of a human being--the Human Being Who, alone, is God. He is entirely and always the Person Who is God and Man. Jesus is only one Person

Nestorianism was one of the ancient "heresies" (I prefer to think of them as early, flawed but well-meaning, stabs at figuring all this out) that can sound awfully close to what we believe, so you have to listen very closely to catch the difference. 

We believe that Christ's "two natures" (a dangerous, risky phrase), God and Man, are both Him, together, all the time. 

A poor analogy is, I am an American and a man, all the time. I never stop being either. Or a brother and a son. I don't have to think about, decide to be one or the other, and can't "turn off" one or the other. Nor do any of these aspects make me more than one person. They are what I am, not what I do or anything I "have." No, they are me. (Even if I gave up my citizenship, I would always be the me who was born an American; I can't delete reality.) 

In this sense the Person of Jesus Christ is entirely God and entirely Man. There is no third "person," a hypothetical core, central, Jesus who "has" these two natures but is therefore also separate from them. To think of Jesus that way would be Nestorianism. 

The problem with Nestorianism is that it makes these "two natures" out to be something more like your limbs; i.e., you have two arms. But your arms aren't your "person." You HAVE two arms, but you AREN'T two arms. Even if you lost one, you'd still be you. Even if you lost both. They are a couple of "things." 

But Jesus' humanity and deity weren't a couple of "things" that he "had." 

It seems clear to me that the adamant insistence that "God Himself" can't be said to be "going through anything" (in His own consummate act of forgiveness, mind you!; as if you and I aren't supposed to "go through anything" when we forgive, as if any notion of a correlation is inadmissible--strange, since we're commanded to do it "like" God has done it "in Christ"), and certainly can't be going through it on the "receiving end" (as if Christ on the cross isn't God in Person experiencing anything!), is about as close to Nestorianism as a modern Christian can get away with. 

No, I reject that entirely. What Christ is experiencing, God is experiencing. What it means to God, it means to Christ. What Christ is receiving, God is receiving. What God is consummating, Christ is consummating. Jesus on the Cross never stops being both the Holy God sinned against and the Holy Man taking the sin's punishment. 

Are there differences, all the same, between the "position" of the Father and that of the Son in this terrible dynamic? 

Of course there are! 

I'm a firm, uncompromising Trinitarian. God the Father is not God the Man on the cross. God the Son is not God the Father executing the sentence (a sentence unseen and unknowable to us, infinitely transcending the horror of crucifixion). God the Father could not be the Lamb of God--only sinless Man could be that. God the Son could not pour out the wrath--He emptied Himself of such prerogative and made Himself a servant, even to death on the cross. 

Yet with all that, in the ineffable Unity....

In the Unity of God, God Himself is, in the Passion, expiating the burden, eliminating the weight of wrath, consummating the exigency of holy justice. One God did all this, only One: the Father, Son and Holy Spirit.  One God "lives through" all this, and One God "comes through it" the Conqueror. 

It is, after all, a Passion--a passing through, a Passover, actualized within the Unity of God for us. 

And then, God Himself can (as He plainly has) "move on from there" with us on new ground: "the old has passed, all has become new!" My supposition--with, I think, convincing biblical support--is that He is, to put it mildly, glad about that. You might deride that as my reducing the Cross to an anthropomorphized God's self-therapy program, but I'd say your contention then is not with me but with His revelation and the onus on you to prove it.