We want
the bottom line.
I suppose bottom lines give us a sense of
control, allowing us to say, "this is what it's about", "enough
is enough", "no negotiation here". So often, I hear people
asking for the bottom line:
We cannot divorce right?Surely God loves me right?How come others are more successful than me?Whose fault is it?
The straightforward, clear, and predetermined
answer that absolves so us from further thought, wrestling, and struggle.
But life bottoms out more than it has
bottom lines.
Our bottom line approach can only get us
so far. Perhaps this is why the Bible is so laborious: long meandering stories, unpleasant gore and savagery that can be so repulsive to our modern sensibilities, notions rooted in cultures alien to our urban mindsets...not to mention the names we may never know to how pronounce properly!
How often we wish it
would be an easier read, filled with clear injunctions and instructions. The
straight and narrow should come with clear signs and guard rails!
I just returned from a trip to China which
included a visit to the famous Jiu Zai Gou (九寨沟). It is a nine hour bus ride through
mountain passes, dusty quarries, and remote Tibetan villages. Then, after all
that wearying travel, you enter a Narnian world of wild and amazing beauty:
On a good number of the walks, the wooden
slate walkways had absolutely no guard rails. I was concerned my ten-year old
would accidentally slip into one of the icy lakes or rivers. Without the guard
rails, the beauty and power of Nature seemed so much closer. There was nothing
between us. My breath was swept away by the evocative and mesmerising power of
such raw beauty. I felt enveloped by it and drawn to step right into it and be
lost in it.
Michael Fryer describes it thus:
"Beauty is not some vague, abstract idea. It's the opposite... when there is a dearth of hope, beauty in all its forms, has the ability to create moments of transcendence."
Viktor Frankl, the Holocaust survivor and psychiatrist who wrote Man's Search for Meaning described the impact of nature on the prisoners:
"As the inner life of the prisoner tended to become more intense, he also experienced the beauty of art and nature as never before. Under their influence he sometimes forgets his own frightful circumstances. If someone had seen our faces on the journey from Aucshwitz to a Bavarian camp as we beheld the mountains of Salzburg with their summits flowing in the sunset, through the little barred windows of the prison carriage, he would never have believed that those faces there the faces of men who had given up all hope of life and liberty...we were carried away by nature's beauty, which we had missed for so long."
What do we do with Beauty's power?
We try to
capture it, interpret it, convey it - with photos, paintings, songs, and
stories. [JiuZaiGou was the location for this cinematically breath-taking scene in the film Hero; which I suspect made
many regular kungfu fans yawn at the lack of action! You can watch it here
later: wow scenery, slow kungfu moves ]
Life according to humans is our
technological manipulation of nature for our ends: to enjoy ease, pleasure and
productivity. But in truth, nature teaches us what we need to know about life.
Jiu Zai Gou reminded me of the sheer wonder of life and the God who lay behind
its creation. The clear pools created in me such a longing for clarity and made
me aware of how murky our lives are. The strange little buds growing out of
fallen tree stumps that sit in the water speak to me of the persistence of life
despite odds. The beautiful and pristine snow that will always melt when the
sun shines on it calls out to me to let go, melt away as it were, because
melted snow becomes life-giving water.
This encounter required eighteen hours of
rugged journey.
God is actually less elusive and more
accessible. But we must still make the journey.
The journey through your own soul's many twists and turns.
The journey through loving, being loved, hurting, being hurt in God's family.The journey through seasons and stations, starting and stopping.
The journey through losses, gains, suffering and resurrection.
In particular, this morning I thought of a journey so many of us are reluctant to make and pay a high price for: the journey through Holy Writ. We are satisfied to have bits and bytes because the Bible really seems such a thick and difficult book.
I had considered being satisfied with looking at pictures of Jiu Zai Gou from the Net. That would be the bottom line approach perhaps. We had worked right before and after the trip and the thought of the journey felt wearisome enough. But I also know that I am not likely to pass that way again.
I am so grateful we went, even if at one point, the tour guide warned us that accidents do occur, prompting me to pray that we would be transported heavenward as a family and not leave anyone behind!
Perhaps the Bible, like nature's wild beauty beckons us to enter in and have transcendent encounters.
The Bible is not a piece of literature to
be mastered. Rather, it is a gift from God to tell us again and again the
nature of life and the transcendence therein.
When I was younger, I loved the
hard-hitting words of Paul. They were clear and filled with specific practical
instructions. We need those. But as I grow older, I cherish too the many
stories, the histories, the word pictures, because as I enter the stories, I
find that I am not alone in my cowardice, my fear, my little faith, my dreams,
my hopes…
This Holy Week, I re-read once again the
closing days of Jesus' life. The younger me would have tired of going over the
same ground. I already got the bottom line. But after experiencing that the
bottom line is a thin thread, I know I need something far better: a large
safety net. As I read and enter into the details of the account, thinking about
the facts, wondering about the events, feeling the emotions, sensing the
atmosphere… I enter Jesus' story and life even as it enters me. It's as if truth
wraps its self around me like a blanket against the biting cold realities of
our world, enabling me to keep walking.
