Category Archives: Commentary on Religion

The Card Gods Have Not Died

Winter                                                                             Cold Moon

Tonight was a Sheepshead night.  The cards ran my way all evening, evidence, Bill Schmidt said, “That the card gods have not died.”  I owe them a joss stick or two.  It was a good night for me.  And fun.

(Beham, (Hans) Sebald (1500-1550)  Fortuna . Engraving, Representing Fortune)

Bill and I ate at the St. Clair Broiler before hand.  It’s a joint from the 1940’s and still has that 40’s feel.  A neighborhood place with neon flames on its sign and just plain nice people working there.  Our waitress was sweet, a gentle, caring vibration about her.

We talked about life, about his transition to life without Regina’s physical presence, and he noted that, “We’re all always in transition.”  So true.

Roy Wolf, in whose home we play, said, “I’m 78.  The median age for white men in America.  Half are younger, half are older.”  Amazing.  Heartening to this 65, soon to be 66 year old.

On that front.  I had my brush with a blood glucose level of 112, in the above normal range for the first time.  Tom Davis, my doc, said I needed to watch my intake of sweets and starches.  I have.  I took it one step further and have begun counting carbs.  Not quite as seriously as a diabetic, but pretty seriously.

Result:  blood glucose this morning of 101.  Very reinforcing.  I’ve lost a little weight, too.  Not much, but some.

An Instrumentalist View of Religion

Winter                                                                    Moon of the Winter Solstice

There are the beginnings of an interesting apologia for religion.  I’ve seen it many times of late, most recently in a NYT article by chief rabbi of the United Hebrew Congregations of the Commonwealth and a member of the House of Lords, Jonathan Sacks.  His choice of references tells the tale.  He recounts how Robert Putnam, author of the influential essay “Bowling Alone” (and a Unitarian clergy btw), went on to search for the sources of social capital.  He found it in religious communities and congregations.

Sacks concludes his essay countering the oft-cited decline of religious affiliation and belief by claiming Putnam’s work finds religious organizations a necessary counter to the otherwise fragmented society of the secular individualist.  A similar note was struck in another NYT article, In a Crisis, Humanists Seem Absent.  This article takes notice of the outpouring of religious communities in the wake of the Newton tragedies and wonders where the humanists are?

Without getting into a debate about the fact that many folks who show up in traditional religious communities are in fact secular humanists I want instead to point to the instrumentalist assumption behind the article’s title.  The good religionists have shown up while the less worthy humanists are assumed to have stayed home.

What I want to highlight is how both articles point to a functional or instrumental test of religion’s value.  That is, if individualism needs countering, turn to religious communitarianism.  If a crisis occurs in the community, the religious communities show up, trumping the secular humanist, (also the individualist from Sacks article?), who apparently does not.

Both articles may well point to an existing reality, again I would challenge that they do, but that’s not the point here; however, their main argument is a curious one.  That is, religious communities are good because they a) counter the solitary turn of contemporary consumer capitalism and b) show up in times of crisis.  Let’s grant for now that these two things are the case; they still present a peculiar rationale for religious community.  It is an instrumental one.  In other words, religious communities are good (and by implication necessary) if they create a social benefit.

Here’s my point:  social benefits are side bars for religious communities which exist to promote and extend in time a particular metaphysics.  The Judaeo-Christian communities promote a monotheistic God who does real things and presides over the reality which we experience.  If you don’t believe this, you don’t belong to the community.  This metaphysical salute, or belief, or faith is necessary, the sine qua non of both Jewish and Christian religious organizations.

So, you can’t go backwards from the social benefits to the metaphysics.  Which is just what those do who promote the value of religious organizations by flagging their communitarian nature or their good works.  You have to have the metaphysics first.  In other words, the religious community that does not have its metaphysics in order is not, ipso facto, a religious community.  It’s something else.   But, if an organization with its metaphysics in place defines itself as religious, then social good is a side benefit, perhaps a valued one within the community, but very far from its primary purpose.  To argue otherwise is to take a cynical position vis a vis religion where belief becomes a stalking horse for social welfare.

 

13 Baktun

Winter                                                               Moon of the Winter Solstice

Another take on the end of the world.  Embrace it.  A website I saw suggested that the world did end on the 22nd.  The Mayan long count, 12 Baktun*, did roll round and stop.

But.  Only to start over again.  13 Baktun started on the Winter Solstice according to the article cited below.

So, we have just begun a new cycle of 394.26 tropical years.  This Winter Solstice was closer to the millennial transition than either New Year’s or even the turn of a century.

How will your life be different in the 13th Baktun?  Like me, you’ve lived all of yours in the 12th.  Those of born before 2000 are in a unique position in that we have lived through a centennial transition, a millennial transition and now a Baktunal transition.

Of course, if you’re a die hard rationalist you’ll note that one Baktun is like any other.  Well, maybe so, but they do give us, these chronological inflection points, opportunities to look back and assess and to look forward and hope.  Not a bad thing.

Why not give it a shot?  In my case I can look back over the 65 years spent in this last Baktun, my whole life, and consider its arc.  I can look forward to spending all the remaining years of my life in the 13th Baktun.  That means my aging will occur in a brand new chunk of time.  A chunk of time that I can influence as an elder, perhaps give it a positive shove before I return my atoms to the universe.

And, yes, I also embrace the circular, never-ending, achronological great wheel in which the seasons come and go talking of Michelangelo. On the great wheel of my life I have just passed Summer’s End this year, moving into the great fallow season.  There too my task is to prepare the ground for the next spring, that spring when I am a memory.

What will you do with your next Baktun?

 

 

 

 

 

*Wikipedia.  A baktun (properly b’ak’tunEnglish pronunciation: /ˈbɑk ˌtun/[1]Mayan pronunciation: [ɓakʼ ˈtun]) is 20 katun cycles of the ancient Maya Long Count Calendar. It contains 144,000 days, equal to 394.26 tropical years. The Classic period of Maya civilization occurred during the 8th and 9th baktuns of the current calendrical cycle. The current baktun started on 13.0.0.0.0 — December 21, 2012 using the GMT correlation.

The End Is (not) Near

Samhain                                                            Moon of the Winter Solstice

A week from tomorrow, December 22nd, was to be a day of unusual properties for many people. Still is for a few.  One last winter solstice, then with a sigh or a bang or, as Eliot suggested, with a whimper, the world would end.  Fade to black.  Close the book.  Turn off the I-Pod.  Cue the dramatic finale.

Except.  All that will end is one era of Mayan time, albeit a long one.  21 December 2012 is regarded as the end-date of a 5125-year-long cycle in the Mesoamerican Long Count calendar.

Folks have been ending the world, I imagine, since we could consider the end of it all.  It’s practically a hobby amongst adherents to religions as different as Buddhism and Pentecostal Christianity.  There’s a certain frisson to imagining a point beyond which no imagination is necessary, or, possible.

And we have multiple personal instances of the end of all things.  Each death is an apocalypse, an eschatological moment when a whole universe dies.  So the experience of ultimate endings is very much part of the human experience, yet it does not transfer, at least not with the same inevitability to existence itself.

Yes, the sun will burn out.  And, yes, some astrophysicists say the universe will. finally.  slow.  down.  no motion.  no heat.  done.  But these experiences are so far away in time and so completely other from our human lives that they make little sense as talk of the end times.

See you on the other side.  Of the Mayan long count.  I’ll be smiling.

 

Remember

Samhain                                                             Thanksgiving Moon

It is the first night of Hanukkah.  I recommend this op-ed piece in the NYT to clarify the roots of this most well known of Jewish holidays and perhaps its most misunderstood.  We celebrate Hanukkah here and by mail with the grandkids.  Dreidels and menorahs and the evening lighting of the candle.  Kate recites the prayers in Hebrew.  Sometimes I join in.

Judaism has always felt right to me.  I love the sonority of Hebrew, the unflinching demands for social justice, the beauty of the torah scrolls and the long unwinding of Jewish history that they represent.  Judaism has an authenticity rooted in its long, well-documented history and in its adherents who, whether observant or not, often not, still retain its cultural stamp.

You can do much worse than basing your life on the Exodus story, the patriarchs of Genesis and their powerful wives, the story of Deborah, driving tent spikes into the head of an enemy commander.  These are powerful stories, people shaping and people making.

The holocaust, of course, burns with the most intense heat in near time history.  Its memory, which could have been paralyzing or demoralizing, found Jews and their allies worldwide declaring, Never again.  Out of that awful moment came, after a difficult birth, the nation of Israel.

While I may have differences with Israeli policy and strategy concerning Palestine, and I do, I fully understand and celebrate the homeland for this wandering people; fated, it seemed to live only in diaspora.

Jewish or not, lift a cup of cheer and good will each time you see a menorah over the next few days.  Celebrate this people and their often surprising stories of survival against long odds.  Hanukkah is one such story.

Meat

Fall                                                              Fallowturn Moon

Sat down to supper tonight.  Beef.  Rare.  Kate’s a great hand with the steak. Always gets it right.  As I cut through a piece, the course I’m taking on mythology flashed to mind.  Just before I ate supper, as a happenstance, I listened to a lecture on ritual and religion.  A major part of Greek rituals was sacrifice.

The sacrifice was usually an animal and, though piglets, pigs, chickens, sheep and goats could be offered, the very best was cow, a bull or an ox, the bigger the better.  Last week we learned about Prometheus and his deception of Zeus which involved wrapping thigh bones in glistening fat and offering them to the gods while the humans kept the meat for themselves.  Professor Struck suggested in this case the myth served to justify the odd habit of giving the gods the least of the sacrifice.  Could be.

A more cogent argument this week, from anthropology, about why sacrifice animals at all.  The sacrifice, commanded by the gods, offsets, according to this line of thought, the blood guilt humans experience when killing and eating animals.  This makes sense to me.

Now, we don’t have the ritual context, not even the native american habit of thanking the animal for the gift of their life.  My rationale has always involved anthropology; that is, we humans are built as omnivores and as apex predator we eat at the top of the food chain.  No blood guilt, just animal nature.

Probably no more defensible than the gods made me do it.

Downright Ancient

Fall                                                                     Fallowturn Moon

The further I go on the ancientrail of aging the more I seem to travel further back in time.  Ancient Greece and ancient China right now, ancient Celtic and Roman life, too.  Something about the mythic, even the stories of Genesis, Kings, Matthew, Acts.  Those misty days when human life and the sacred life reached out and shook hands, strolled together, loved together, fought together.

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I suppose this could be a desire to escape the Obama/Romney symptom of our deep political sickness.  Or to dodge the careening environmental disaster that we seem determined to advance.  Maybe it’s about setting aside the present for an imagined richer past.

But I don’t think so.  To follow the struggle of the Warring States period in China, a time when a hundred flowers bloomed, to know that out of awful violence can come human and humane wisdom.  To watch the consolidation of those same states into one and then follow those states as they transform, yet always hold onto the thread of culture.  To listen to the epic poets Homer and Hesiod sing the tales of adventure, gods, heroes, treachery, betrayal and vengeance.  Rebellion and revolution among the earliest offspring of earth and sky, chasm and eros.  To embrace the never vanished sacred bond linking you and me to the land, the stars.  To see Gawain as he puts his head down to receive his blow from the Green Knight.

The Roman epic poets Virgil and Ovid, spilling stories onto their pages with extravagance, a flood, a tsunami of narrative, history and myth all laced together.  Adam and Eve fled east of Eden.  Solomon and David.  Jesus at Gethsemane.

These are the foundations of our cultures.  The base narratives against which we understand love, war, justice, deceit, fate, doom.  The base narratives with which we dance our identities in the ballroom of the cosmos.

(lucas cranach the elder)

To study them is to learn the human language.

 

It’s Science’s Fault

Fall                                                                                     Fallowturn Moon

 

Here’s a “timeless principle” I found on Rep. Aikin’s website today:

Timeless Principles

George Washington

News image“I wish from my soul that the legislature of this State could see a policy of a gradual Abolition of Slavery.” (letter to Lawrence Lewis, August 4, 1797) — George Washington was the Commander-in-Chief of the Continental Army and the first President of the United States of America

I get the how.   But still I wonder about the anti-science perspective that gains traction in an age of vaccines, space flight, electric cars and digital communications.  After shock and awe, I wonder about the why of it.

Not how.  I know how:  1. Minds foreclosed by religious dogma, which BTW is different from theology which can admit searching and questioning.  Dogma are matters of certainty necessary to faith in a particular religious community. 2.  Minds wedded to an ideology that functions like a dogma.  Doctrinaire Marxists, objectivists and libertarians are examples here.

I’ve been thinking about the anti-science movement since the Sierra Club legislative awards ceremony on Tuesday.  You need go no further unfortunately than the House of Representative’s Committee on Science, Space and Technology to find it alive and voting.    NASA, the Department of Energy, EPA, ATSDR, NSF, FAA, NOAA, National Institute of Standards and Technology, FEMA, the U.S. Fire Administration, and United States Geological Survey all fall within the partial or total overview of this committee.

Our lady parts ambassador Todd Aikin sits on that committee. (see an example of his website below)  Also on the committee from a Georgia university town and a medical doctor: ATHENS, Ga. (AP) — Georgia Rep. Paul Broun said in videotaped remarks that evolution, embryology and the Big Bang theory are “lies straight from the pit of hell” meant to convince people that they do not need a savior.

An entry on the California Aggie blog adds this:  “Sitting with Akin on the affectionately-dubbed “Anti-Science Committee” is Paul Broun, (see above) a creationist who believes the Earth is 9,000 years old, Mo Brooks and Jim Sensenbrenner, both global-warming deniers, and Ralph Hall, who blocked a bill to fund science research by essentially forcing the opposing candidates to vote in favor of pornography.”

This last gem of a politician is, wait for it, the chair of the committee.  Chew on that one for awhile.

Continue reading It’s Science’s Fault

Matters Asian

Fall                                                                   Harvest Moon

Having purchased lilies and visited the light shop where I had a question about halogen bulbs, I returned home.  The lily sale at the main Bachman’s is at the extreme southern end of Minneapolis and far from our home here in the outer suburban ring well north of Minneapolis.

Picked up many interesting lilies, sticking roughly with the purple theme of our garden, though there are some yellows and whites mixed in for contrast. The martagons, which I wanted, were $22 a bulb, too precious for my taste this morning.

On the drive I continued listening to the Teaching Company’s Great Minds of the Eastern Intellectual Tradition course.  Taught by a professor from UNC, Grant Hardy, this has been, by far, the greatest number of thinkers of whom I had never heard.  It’s a course I’m going to have to listen to twice and follow up with some reading to begin to have even a faint idea of what’s going on.

To give you an idea, here’s a name I’d never heard, Muhammad Iqbal.  He’s considered the foremost Urdu language poet, but was also a philosopher and religious thinker.  In particular his The Reconstruction of Religious Thought in Islam sounds like a very helpful contribution to the current turmoil in the Muslim world.  It was written in 1930 and is Iqbal’s attempt to rethink Islam in light of modernity.  According to Hardy, it’s highly recommended reading.

 

All The Perfumes of Arabia Will Not Sweeten This…Hand

Lugnasa                                                                  Garlic Planting Moon

The events in Libya call to mind Shakespeare’s Macbeth:  …a tale told by an idiot full of sound and fury signifying nothing.  A video, which itself may or may not exist, played by actors who say they were duped, causing “spontaneous” eruptions of religious anger in two different countries at the same time with the same target, US consular buildings.  The fury, as in Macbeth, will require hand washing, but not hand washing that will work, also like Macbeth, for All the perfumes of Arabia will not sweeten this…hand.Macbeth Quote (Act V, Sc. I).

This is the rankest madness, throwing over thuggery the veil of religion and that of religion scorned.  No world can contain those whose beliefs are so weak that even crude humor can sully them.  They will never rest, never find peace.  And if, as I suspect, this was not religion scorned but a moment seized to justify murder, then the world can contain those even less.

It’s time for all sane citizens, no matter their religious conviction, no matter their national or tribal affiliations, to say enough.  Let’s stop this.