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Priests to Each Other Introduction: The Christian Genius It is a very great thing--after a long dry spell, when your ideas are so shriveled that you begin to suspect the futility of the whole modern journey; all institutions seem suspect to you, all values moldy; and the work of your life is threatened with meaninglessness to come across a sudden and great justification that sends you back to the wars. It is a very humbling, even humiliating, thing suddenly to discover, years after you had published, that your most serious attempt and a fundamental judgment your work rests on now need radical correction.1 It is embarrassing to confess that you had suspected this, had tried to allow for it, but had not taken your hunch seriously enough. (Anyone who is operating theologically as he did fifteen years ago is probably inept and irrelevant.) However, if you admit this need for correction, it may mean a break through your own crust to some primal ground. It will be a chance to modify an error, and it may very well be your discovery of a meaning the gospel always had. At any rate, it is a very precious thing to come suddenly upon a lever with hooks to turn things over so that you can see. The Christian faith becomes in such a moment a fantastic acting out of a decision made millennia before. The Decision to Risk It For man came out of Eden both guilty and anxious. He had sinned against Spirit, and this made for guilt. He had risked the loss of Spirit, and this made him anxious. Over his shoulder he had to decide "What shall I do about Spirit? Abandon?" But to his consternation he discovered that Spirit would not abandon him! In his guilt and anxiety he had still his fundamental concerns. What of the self? Is it real or illusory? And what of matter? Is it good or bad? And yet he retained a confidence in Spirit that sustained him on some days. His anxiety has always been that he would go so far from the Garden of Eden he would smother in the stuff that attracted him. He might get so far from Spirit that he would swamp his little boat. Every Christian thinker of the first six centuries goes to his knees on the horns of this dilemma. Augustine agonized from boyhood through his late twenties before he escaped his Manichaean phase. The two questions are: what about matter and what about the self cosmos and man? For each it was a venture anew. We cannot find the starting point wheel, stirrup, or whatnot. All over the East, matter was evil and a prison for the soul. You cannot find the West's first resolve to run the risk of playing with fire but here we are and still playing with fire. No starting point is found, but you can very easily find its center. For without some true center the West could not have endured the risk and would have gone back into the Nirvana of Spirit in the absence of matter. That answer is obvious to the eye and mind but is not totally without its risks as well. |
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