John Bennett on Oxford ’37

The 1937 Oxford Conference "Church, Community, and State" of the Life and Work movement brought together many representatives of the ecumenical community. In the shadow of Nazism, it addressed the churches with words of hope and courage regarding social witness. Its concerns -- war, racism and economic strife – have proved enduring, and many of its declarations were surprisingly modern. The conference formed an ecumenical consensus for a common social witness that has remained durable in the face of more recent motifs: revolutionary. change, liberation and the nuclear threat.

John C. Bennett is one of the few Oxford Conference participants who is still living. Then a young seminary Professor of theology, he had a considerable role in the conference's preparation and was a secretary of one of its sections. Looking back over the conference and Christian Social thought since then, Bennett regards the Oxford Conference as a milestone in. the church's development concerning its social mission. Recently I discussed with Bennett the conference's implications for the church today.

"The Oxford Conference absorbed some of the most important theological changes since the 1925 conference of Life and Work in Stockholm," Bennett said. "It responded to important theological developments associated with Karl Barth and Reinhold Niebuhr. Niebuhr was the major American voice at the conference in terms of theological thought, and his speech had a tremendous impact. While his theology was far removed from Barth's, who did not attend, his ideas reflected, to a considerable extent, the theological changes that had taken place in Europe since Stockholm

"Second, Oxford faced the new problems created by the National Socialist regime in Germany: problems of church and state; church and race; and, by anticipation, church and war.

"Third, Oxford faced the continuing dilemmas of the universal church existing in the world and took a step in clarifying Christian thinking about war and its diagnosis of the degrees of international anarchy.

"For instance, the church and war report recognized that there is no one Christian position on the subject. Second, it gave pacifism a surer status in the mainline churches. It described war in terms that would put a heavy burden of proof on any claim that a particular war is justified. For example, the conference said: 'War involves compulsory enmity, diabolical outrage against human personality, and a wanton distortion of the truth. War is a particular demonstration of the power of sin in the world and a defiance of the righteousness of God as revealed in Jesus Christ and him crucified’ Yet the conference accepted the idea that criteria exist by which some wars can be regarded as just: to defend international law, or to vindicate 'an essential Christian principle' such as the defense of 'victims of wanton aggression.' We did not emphasize then, as we would now, the idea that the escalation of the destructiveness of the means used, as in the case of nuclear war, would make a war unjust. In this respect ours is a different world.

"Fourth, Oxford projected an ethic for the economic order -- without discussing revolutionary changes -- that is still relevant to Christian thinking in the industrial democracies. In fact, the normative elements of the American Catholic bishops' recent letter on the economy are very similar to the conference's report. Ideas about property and equality, poverty and unemployment, and the whole challenge to a prevailing view of what I call 'the almost moral self-sufficiency' of the free-enterprise system are similar in both documents. Interestingly, it seems we haven't moved so far from Oxford on those positions in the industrialized democracies."

"I noted that much has been written on the church's relationship to the state, at least as far back as Constantine, but little has concerned economic ethics. Bennett agreed in part, saying, "Traditionally, much thought has focused on the possession and use of property, on usury, and on a just wage or price, but the industrial revolution got ahead of the churches. They were not ready to deal with the forms of injustice that it created until late in the 19th century. The American Social Gospel and parallels in Britain, France, the Scandinavian countries, and in the Roman Catholic Church since Pope Leo XIII's famous social encyclical Rerum Novarum, began a new stage of Christian economic ethics, strongly reflected by the 1925 Stockholm Conference. The Oxford Conference gathered these threads together very well in the light of current theological criticism."

Bennett told me that the conference, while ecumenical, lacked a broad constituency. He said that only 30 people from the Third World, many of whom were missionaries from the West, attended. Because of Hitler's restrictions, no one represented the major German churches. The conference consisted chiefly of Anglo-Saxon North American and European delegates, and only 19 women attended. There were no Catholic observers, but 26 Orthodox were there. It was a limited group. Oxford did not represent the whole world, however, because of parallel ecumenical conferences held in the late 1930s.

Meeting in 1937, the conference took place in the context of militant nationalism-in Germany, Italy, Spain. I asked Bennett how the gathering responded to this increasingly tense atmosphere.

"While frequently criticizing totalitarianism, which was connected with nationalism and racism, it did not mention particular nations, except in the letter to the Christians in Germany. The Geneva headquarters of the Life and Work Institute pressured the conference not to identify itself closely with any one particular section of the German church. But in fact the delegates did ally themselves with the Confessing Church associated with Martin Niemöller and Dietrich Bonhoeffer. Obviously, the prospect of war was very much on the delegates' minds, and no one saw a prospect of improvement in the German situation. "

The Oxford Conference is well known for the phrase: "Let the church be the church," a central issue at the meeting. Church freedom or the freedom of the church from narrow cultural norms, Bennett explained, was understood in a new light..

"Not only was Oxford for many a more significant embodiment of the universal church than they had previously experienced, but it also confronted them with both theological and ethical thinking about the church, which transcends nations. Not used in a triumphalist sense, the admonition was an emphasis on the church's freedom from the power of states and the pressures of the culture. It called upon the church to be true to itself as it was understood at Oxford."

The conference seemed more concerned about the church's present social mission than it was about uniting churches doctrinally and organically. Bennett indicated that this emphasis was created partly by the division of labor between the Faith and Order and the Life and Work movements. (Faith and Order had its own conference in Edinburgh that same summer.)

"The Faith and Order movement had paid special attention to those areas of doctrine involving the ministry, apostolic succession and the sacraments, which were primary obstacles to full organic union and Christian unity. Oxford did not deal with Faith and Order issues of that time. Since then, Faith and Order has broadened its concerns and under the World Council of Churches has had common projects with Church and Society."

I asked Bennett if prewar optimistic Americans clashed with pessimistic Europeans at the conference. He was careful to point out that the British stood in between their American and continental colleagues. For example, he noted, "I remember Archbishop William Temple telling me about his first meeting with Reinhold Niebuhr. He said, 'You are the man who's been troubling me. 'The whole British approach was based much more on continuities of church and society that was that of continental Christians. On the other hand, the British had a greater sense of tradition and more theological sophistication than did the Americans. But at Oxford the Americans did not strongly resist some of the influences which came from Emil Brunner and the other Europeans. For instance, the economic order report presented a very un-American view of the economy, yet the Americans barely protested."

A prominent American layperson at Oxford was John Foster Dulles. He participated in the international order section, called the Universal Church and the World of Nations. Bennett told me that the conference's critical approach to social thought changed Dulles. "He became interested in the church again. His father was a minister and theologian, so Dulles came out of the church. But I don't think he was very active in it until after the Oxford Conference. He was deeply impressed by the difference between a religious and a secular international conference, by the greater possibility at the former of generating truly international understanding.

"But Dulles changed in the 1950s. I once read a thesis that quite correctly shows that the Dulles of the '40s, who was head of the Federal Council of Churches' Commission on a Just and Durable Peace, was different from the Dulles of the '50s as U.S. secretary of state. He was not particularly anticommunist in the '40s, but about 1950 he became preoccupied with the cold war. When the Soviet Union got a nuclear bomb, Dulles shared the widespread fear of the results. I worked with him quite closely during the '40s, and his commission was well balanced, having a good many pacifists and liberals on it. His leadership at that time was generally accepted by the commission..

Reinhold Niebuhr was the other American at Oxford who proved to be very influential in politics. But his stance on communism, as Bennett pointed out, was quite different from Dulles's. "Niebuhr thought communism was idolatrous religion," Bennett noted. He often suggested that the communists of the late '30s and '40s, because they had this commitment to communism as a kind of religion, were even more dangerous than the fascists. It was in 1953 that Niebuhr published his strongest statement against communism. His stroke came in 1952, and after that he did not have the strength to develop a new systematic position. But he did give many signals that his mind was changing, beginning as early as 1958. And later, he opposed the U.S.'s Cuba policy, our China policy, and the Vietnam war, and he even changed his mind on his own earlier anticommunist rhetoric. He did not have the opportunity to develop a position that was as strongly and indeed as polemically expressed as had ben his anticommunist position of the ‘40s and early ‘50s.

"Neoconservatives are dead wrong in claiming that Niebuhr's anticommunist stance defines 'Christian realism.' Great changes have taken place in international communism and even in Soviet communism. Nuclear war is a much greater threat to freedom today -- as well as to existence. Realists must take account of these new situations. I think that neo-conservatives are also wrong about economic issues. Niebuhr did reject socialism,

but I doubt if he would have shared their celebration of capitalism or their tendency to see free enterprise as almost morally self-sufficient. I do not want to attribute ideas to Niebuhr, but I think that he would be as horrified as I am by the combination of wealth and poverty under American capitalism. While Niebuhr never advocated any scheme that imposes complete equality, he thought of justice as being under the criticism of equality.

Much Christian thought, on both the Catholic and Protestant sides, has been devoted to a theocratic ideal. But the Oxford Conference moved away from this pattern of thought.

"It saw clearly the contrast between the state, with its coercive power, and the church-and the importance of the freedom of the church against the state, especially where the state tries to control it," Bennett said. "Nor was there any emphasis on a dualistic interpretation of the 'two realms' doctrine, for which the Kingdom of God is irrelevant to the political order. The delegates were against identifying any political order with the Kingdom of God, but they left room for seeing signs of the Kingdom, even partial embodiments of it, in history. In studying the conference in a fresh way, I realize how important it was that they put community before state in the title. The totalitarian state does not distinguish between the community and the state.

"In a democracy, Caesar is the people, expressed in all kinds of different ways politically. And the people who are members of the church are, in a way, also members of Caesar. As Christian citizens, they cannot separate their ethics altogether' from their responsibility as citizens. However, they may be driven sometimes to emphasize the lesser evil so much that their decision may become remote from the Christian ethic, even though they don't intend that result. "

It has been 50 years since the Oxford Conference. I asked Bennett how it has personally shaped his life and thought. "It is part of the background for what many of us think now, for it has entered into the background rather than being a source of new ideas today. For a person .who enters into it now', it is partly out of a historical interest. But things we take as self-evident today were not self-evident then. The conference formed my mind."

Making the Invisible Visible: Russian Icons of the Golden Age

The Slavic principality of Kievan Rus -- in what is now Soviet territory -- was converted to Christianity a thousand years ago, and the celebration of that anniversary has aroused interest around the world. Quite understandably, most of that interest has focused on how the Soviet government will respond to the recognition of the Russian millennium and whether the policy of glasnost will make a difference. What might not be as evident during this year, however, are the celebrations initiated by the Russian Christian diaspora.

One small but significant contribution to these worldwide celebrations is a traveling exhibition presented by Juniata College in Huntingdon, Pennsylvania, and titled Russian Icons of the Golden Age: 1400-1700. This select group of 47 icons comes primarily from the private collection of Koitcho and Tatiana Beltchev of Geneva, Switzerland, with additions from three private American collections and Harvard University's Fogg Art Museum. All of the paintings, including the Fogg's, are being shown to the public for the first time.

The vision and foresight to present this exhibit of Russian icons come out of an archetypically American experience. Two professors at a small independent college, not affiliated with a large or prestigious university or near an influential center, simply set out to raise the money and round up the icons in order to carry on a college tradition and to celebrate the Russian millennium. Seventeen years ago, George Dolnikowski, Juniata College professor of Russian and German literature, wanted to show his students what real Russian icons are. On a budget of $25.00 he organized in the college's art gallery a small exhibition of four icons borrowed from a nearby Russian Orthodox church. It was a great success -- so much so that a colleague from the philosophy department, Robert E. Wagoner, enthusiastically joined forces with Dolnikowski some 19 months ago to bring together the current exhibition. Fortunately, their project received the warm support of the college's president, Robert Neff, who undertook to find funding for the event.

Responsibility for the selection of the works in the exhibit has been in the hands of Natalia Teteriatnikov, curator of visual resources at Dumbarton Oaks, a center for Byzantine Studies in Washington, D.C., operated by Harvard University, and her husband. Vladimir Teteriatnikov, a conservator and restorer of icons and author of Icons and Fakes (privately published, 1981). Mr. Teteriatnikov has received public attention in recent years by challenging the authenticity of some of the Russian icons from the well-known collection of the late Pittsburgh aviation industrialist George R. Hann that went on the block at Christie's auctioneers in 1980 (some unhappy European buyers are still engaged in a legal battle with Christie's over the matter).

Both Teteriatnikovs were trained professionally at Moscow's National Scientific Research Laboratory of Restoration and Conservation of Art Objects. They immigrated to the United States in 1975. Dr. Teteriatnikov, who compiled the exhibit's catalogue, is also a member of the Millennium Committee, a group of distinguished American-based Russianists that includes Orthodox theologian John Meyendorff, linguist Nadine Natov and historian Donald Treadgold; they are seeking to promote the commemoration of the 1,000 years of Christianity in Russia and to publicize the place of the church and its contribution to the history and culture of the Slavic peoples.

Russian Icons of the Golden Age: 1400-1700 is especially welcome at a time when there is a growing awareness that visual monuments are as important for the history of religion as are written records (see, for example, Margaret R. Miles, Image as Insight: Visual Understanding in Western Christianity and Secular Culture [ 1985], John Dillenberger, A Theology of Artistic Sensibilities: The Visual Arts and the Church [1986]; and Doug Adams and Diane Apostolos-Cappadona, editors, Art as Religious Studies [1987]. The term "icon" comes from eikon, which is used in the Septuagint, Genesis 1:21-27, in reference to the first human being as made "according to the image of God." The exhibit's icons contribute instructive evidence of the theological thought and liturgical practice of Russian Christianity over the course of several centuries.

The exhibit itself is on a refreshingly human scale. Its icons are not so numerous that one is overwhelmed by them, yet there are enough of sufficient quality for one to get a true feeling of what this kind of art is about. The works -- all of which are on wood -- range in size from that of a paperback book to that of a smallish double doorway. It is not at all difficult to imagine these images as daily companions for use in church or home.

The intimacy with which the Orthodox believer encounters icons is physically evident in, for example, two small 16th- and 17th-century household triptychs from Moscow in the exhibition. The charred onion-shaped capped frames of these icons reflect generations of veneration through the lighting of candles before them. One of the triptychs also poignantly leaves a complete blank space where one would expect to find a symmetry of saintly figures in order to provide a personalized space for the next family member to have her patron saint painted.

The personal and intimate continue to characterize the relationship of Orthodox Christians with the icon. One hears them speak reverently of the comfort and joy they derive from being surrounded by icons in the church, in their homes, and sometimes at their workplaces and upon their persons. One young Orthodox couple I know recently presented icons to each other at the conclusion of their wedding ceremony. Their intention was to install them immediately on the east wall of their home to express the presence of Christ as the center of their home and their marriage.

For the Orthodox, icons are an integral experience uniting liturgy with life. Often, however, it is precisely this personal, often tender response to the icon that confuses those unfamiliar with Orthodox theology and practice. It may appear to them that Orthodox Christians are being sentimental or superstitious, or even that they are worshiping images. But this is an inaccurate assumption. Those of us who merely "view" our religious art may well envy the Orthodox their freedom to acknowledge gesturally through such intimate acts as touching and kissing the icon that eternal truth evokes a response in the present.

The luminous crimsons, soft greens, ochres and creams of this exhibit's icons provide an overall impression of warm radiance comparable to the feeling one gets in a room filled with hanging oriental carpets. Visually they are difficult to resist.

One can easily understand the enthusiasm for Russian icons expressed by an artist like Henri Matisse (1869-1954), who extolled their "modernism" and "formalism" when he visited Russia in 1911. Yet it would be a mistake to view these works from a strictly formal and aesthetic point of view, for, above all, they embody a theological tradition and were created for devotional use (see "The Icons of Russia," by Mihail Alpatov, in The Icon, edited by Kurt Weitzmann et al. [Knopf, 1982], pp. 239-252).

When Christianity came to Russia in A.D. 988 as a consequence of the baptism of Prince Vladimir of Kiev and his alliance with Byzantine Emperor Basil II, all the icon painters at that time were Greek. Their art, virtually a visual theology of the New Testament and the writings of the early church fathers, deeply affected their new Russian apprentices as they went about decorating churches. And although for the next two centuries the Greek influence of Constantinople prevailed, local styles gradually emerged in places like Kiev, Novgorod, Smolensk and Vladimir. These developments, however, were substantially set back by the Mongol conquest in 1240. Only Novgorod and the lands of the North were spared, enabling a remarkably individual style of icon painting to develop there in the 13th and 14th centuries.

Russian Icons of the Golden Age: 1400-1700 begins with icons from the distinctive Novgorod school. The earliest of these is a late l3th- or early l4th- century mandylion (or starkly frontal formula for the face of Christ often called "the image not made with hands," because it was reputed to have been first imprinted on a cloth by Christ himself); it clearly manifests the characteristic dramatic and formal compositional power of the Novgorodian style. Even in a much later Novgorodian icon, the 16th-century Apostle Paul, the potency of strong rhythmic design and color is apparent.

Moscow became the prominent city of central Russia after victory over the Mongols in 1380. The transference of the Patriarchate of the Orthodox Church from Kiev to Vladimir and finally to Moscow also added to its prestige. Further, after the fall of Constantinople to the Turks in 1453, it laid claim to being the "third Rome," with its ruler, Ivan III, enhancing the claim by marrying Sophia, niece of the last Byzantine emperor, and assuming the title of czar (or caesar). Moscow also grew as an artistic center, fostering the development of its own style of painting, which combined elements of formal Byzantine tradition with the local tradition of greater softness of color and delicacy of line. The masterful work of the monk Andrei Rublev (136?-1430) marks the culmination of this development.

Although one might be disappointed at first not to see a Rublev in the exhibition, it offers a number of fine 15th century examples of the Moscow school, such as a New Testament Trinity (a particular type of Russian trinity in which three angels represent God the Father, Christ and the Holy Spirit, but also recall the visit of three angels to Abraham and Sarah [Gen. 18:1-15]), a double-sided icon of St. Nicholas and the Virgin Hodegetria (the Virgin Mary holding the Christ child and pointing to him as the guide to salvation), and a Christ Enthroned.

While the Moscow school of icon painting still exerted dominant artistic influence in central Russia and even in far-off Novgorod during the 16th and 17th centuries, distinctly local artistic characteristics arose in places like Yarolslavl, Rostov and Kostroma. A vivid example of the Yarolslavl style is the large, brightly colored 17thcentury icon St. Theodore Stratelates. Amid a swirling pattern of design the decoratively clad warrior-saint with spear in hand stands frontally, almost seeming to step out of the frame toward the viewer. The figure also confronts the observer with the fact that the sword and martyrdom played their brutal part in the consolidation of Orthodoxy in Russia.

The exhibition's visual spectrum ends with the Holy Mandylion, painted by Kremlin court artist Simon Ushakov in about 1676 for Colonel Matveev, stepfather of Czar Aleksey's wife, Natalia Narishkin. Although traditional in format and probably painted for a church's iconostasis (a screen placed between the sanctuary and the nave), this icon shows considerable Western naturalistic influence in the depth of its modeling of Christ's face, especially the eyes. A comparison of Ushakov's icon with the above-mentioned Novgorodian mandyllon, with its flatter, almost archaic frontal impact, gives some indication of how in the 17th century traditions in icon painting changed fundamentally as Russia's educated elite opened itself to the cultural influences of the West. The heart and soul of this exhibition, however, are icons that, coming chronologically between these two Mandylions, modestly but dynamically reveal the special artistic and spiritual integration of the Russian icon painter.

The viewing public in North America has probably never been as open as it is today to exploring the relationship between art and spirituality. Not only is spirituality currently a popular topic (even in seminaries), but major museum interest has also focused recently on spirituality in art, especially in the art of our century, in shows such as The Spiritual in Art: Abstract Painting 1890-1985 (Los Angeles, Chicago, The Hague) in 1987 and this year's Anselm Kiefer exhibition (Chicago, Philadelphia, Los Angeles, New York). Further, familiarity with modern and postmodern art has accustomed viewers to accept expressive distortion of likeness and the abandonment of traditional Renaissance one-point perspective in the representation of space. Still, while this experience prepares us to look afresh at the conventions of icon painting -- with its frequent inversion of perspective and its formalized arrangements -- it does not prepare us to understand the spirituality that informs the art.

Ours may be an age open to, and seeking, spirituality, but we are still a long way from being able to affirm with assurance the reality and intelligibility of a world we cannot see, feel or touch. This invisible world, however, is precisely the premise on which the art of the icon rests. The affirmation of the eternal truth and intelligibility of a spiritual world defines and shapes the entire form and content of icon painting. Things that are seen are referential to realities unseen, and unseen realities can be made manifest. At its base is the attempt to make these relationships evident, to make the invisible visible.

A good example of this effort is the exhibit's 15th century Christ in Majesty icon from the Moscow school. About the size of a card table, the icon is arrestingly attractive. On a luminous cream field are two overlapping square crimson banners stretched opposite each other so that all eight corners reach toward or into the field, thereby suggesting the shape of a star. Between the crimson squares is a dark blue-green disk. In the composition's center, surrounded by the warm red of the topmost square, is a haloed enthroned Christ, his right hand raised in blessing and his left hand holding an open book revealing the text, "Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest" (Matt. 11:28).

At first glance this icon seems severely static and geometric. The vibrancy of its colors, however, draw one closer to see a tremendous swirling activity surrounding the throne. In fact, the throne's skewed perspective makes it appear to be in movement itself. What had appeared as solidly colored areas of black and red vibrate with the individualized facial features of a myriad of winged cherubim, energizing the dark disk around the figure of Christ. Form and content are reinforced by the depiction of Christ's feet resting on a footstool supported by fiery wheels (cf. Ezek. 1:5-28 and 10: 1-22). Finally, emerging from the corners of the red banner behind the dark disk and surrounding the throne are the creatures of Ezekiel's vision transformed to represent the four evangelists -- Matthew (man), John (eagle), Mark (lion) and Luke (ox).

This icon's biblical allusions alone could nurture its indefinite contemplation, from the cherubim surrounding the mercy seat in Exodus 25:18-20 and 37:7-9 and Ezekiel's vision in the Old Testament to New Testament references to the Son of Man enthroned in Matthew, Luke, Acts and ubiquitously in Revelation. In this art lies a visual exegesis which conveys many nuances for which words are inadequate. An example of this is the l6th-century panel titled The Washing of the Feet, from central Russia. Here, oddly, Christ stands rather than stoops to wash the feet of three of his disciples, who are placed on a dais above the ground-level on which he stands. The theology of this icon places emphasis not on Christ's humbling himself, but on his raising the dignity and status of his disciples. In studying this icon I could not keep from thinking of the Athanasian formula: "He was made man in order that we might be made God" (On the Incarnation of the Word of God, 54).

The icons of the Juniata College exhibit show that the rendering of an uncompromising Orthodox theology need not be unnaturally austere. The significant role that resurrection plays in Orthodoxy permeates the exhibition's visual theology and gives it a sense of joy. There are no crucifixion images in the exhibit. Although Russian icon painters do depict the crucifixion, they do so to a much lesser extent than do Western artists. In that respect the selection of icons in the exhibit does not misrepresent the traditions of Orthodox theology as much as it underscores its emphasis on the resurrection -- an emphasis which highlights by, contrast how central to both Catholicism and Protestantism is the theology of the cross and suffering. Also in contrast to the theology of the West is the significance placed on divine worship and the sublime servanthood of the angelic hierarchies a significance which is reflected in many of the icons on display.

In a time and place where icons have come to mean "a graphic representation of an object, a concept, or a message" to be clicked on when using a computer, the controversy over icon veneration in the church's early ecumenical councils (730-843) may seem irrelevant. On the other hand, consideration of the conflicts that created this remote controversy may help us to see why ours is a time of spiritual impoverishment. These issues were deeply embedded in the last great christological debates (see Massey H. Shepherd, Jr., "Christology: A Central Problem of Early Christian Theology and Art, " in Age of Spirituality, edited by Kurt Weitzmann [Metropolitan Museum of Art, 1980], pp. 101-120). For theologians like John of Damascus (ca. 675-ca. 746; tf. his On Divine Images) and Theodore the Studite (759-826; cf. his On the Holy Icons), iconoclasm, or the rejection of the use of images in worship, was tantamount to denying Christ's incarnation, his taking on of human flesh in order to make human salvation possible.

Catharine Roth points out that Theodore reasoned, "If Christ could not be portrayed both before and after the resurrection, then He was not truly man, humanity was not truly united with God, and no human beings could expect to become 'partakers of the divine nature' [II Pet. 1:4]" (from her introduction to her translation of his On the Holy Icons [St. Vladimir's Seminary Press, 1981], p. 16). The world of the icon afforded a participation in that truth, enabling a person to become the true icon of Christ. It is tempting to suggest that Albrecht Durer's extraordinary Self-Portrait of 1500, using a frontal formula resembling the mandylion, is an unusual instance in the West of an artist's giving visual representation to an understanding of this kind of theology, thereby showing his refusal to be entrapped in his own intense self-consciousness and instead recognizing his participation in Christ.

If you have ever been led to believe that the art of the icon is static if not boring - - because the formulae or conventions for representing various subjects such as the Virgin, Christ and the saints are relatively set and change but little over the course of centuries -- I recommend that you see this show, or, at the very least, in this year of Russian millennium celebrations, attend a Russian Orthodox service to correct that impression. The North American public rarely sees Russian icons in its major collections, so this is an unusual opportunity. After appearances at Juniata and at the Cathedral Church of St. Peter and St. Paul in Washington, D.C., it will be at the Interchurch Center, 475 Riverside Drive, New York City, from July 11 to August 8; at Lafayette College in Easton, Pennsylvania, from September 1 to October 7; and at the College of the Holy Cross in Worcester, Massachusetts, from November 3 to December 11. (A totally different but very interesting exhibit, dealing with the 17th- I9th centuries, is Castings of Faith: Old Russian Copper Icons and Crosses from the Kunz Collection, at the Smithsonian's National Museum of American History throughout the summer.)

Whether in the context of the liturgy or on the gallery wall, the images of Russian icons evoke the eternal while calling forth a response in the present.

In Keeping with the Prophets: The Mississippi Summer of 1964

Twenty-five years ago the nation's attention was riveted on the civil rights struggle in the South. That struggle entered one of its critical stages in the summer of 1964 when young black civil rights workers in Mississippi, aided by about 800 white college students from the North, tried to bring blacks in the Magnolia state to a new level of political and social awareness. They organized voter education and voter registration drives, and Freedom Schools for the young and old. The white community met this campaign with the sternest resistance -- daily harassment, the burning of black homes and churches, even murder (remember James Chaney, Andrew Goodman and Michael Schwerner?).

The National Council of Churches spearheaded white churches' support of the battle in Mississippi. The NCC funded and organized the intensive weeklong orientation sessions in June 1964 for nearly all the student volunteers. And in a project still little known, the NCC recruited about 300 ministers from all over the United States to go to Mississippi that summer as informal "advisers" to the students. These ministers left their jobs briefly or used their summer vacations to offer direct support to the civil rights workers. Most went for ten days or two weeks, some for longer periods. A few never returned home and are still living in Mississippi.

Recently uncovered archival data enabled me to identify and contact many of those who "went South" in 1964. I sent a brief questionnaire to them, and many responded with long and fascinating replies. They also sent newspaper clippings, sermon-reports to congregations and articles they wrote afterward for religious journals. Some produced portions of diaries, letters to families, tape recordings, even slides taken in Mississippi and at the student orientation sessions in Oxford, Ohio. One person mailed the script of a play he wrote recently based on his 1964 experiences.

Long-dormant yet sensitive nerves had been touched. One person wrote that even now he could not think about the memories without tears. Another asserted that "recalling this experience and detailing it brought back some intense feelings-anger, fright, even a brush with terror."

As "advisers" the ministers simply joined the civil rights workers in their daily routines. They picketed at courthouses, searched out potential registrants, taught in freedom schools and served as librarians and receptionists in freedom centers. As a result they, like the local people, were physically and emotionally intimidated. A few were arrested and jailed, one or two were beaten. One minister assigned to Greenwood, a very difficult town, took people to register each day. He recalled:

There was the inevitable line-up of whites yelling at us, spitting at us. One guy even urinated in my direction once. I caught a bit of it on my pants. The hardest thing for me was not to respond in some physical manner. I had fought in the Golden Gloves in high school and I usually had a very aggressive manner in my lifestyle. I can remember thinking: "You dirty S-O-B. I could take you out with one punch." Not exactly the acceptable thoughts of a clergyman, but my rage was right under the surface and I had to keep remembering the mandate of our instructor -- "Don't lose your cool."

Another minister recalled walking down a road in the black community in Canton and hearing someone yell "Jump! Jump!" He tumbled into a ditch as a truck roared by, coming down into the ditch and missing us by six inches." Later this same person hid for two hours in a bedroom of a black family's home while the deputy sheriff s car circled the neighborhood searching for him. When he left Mississippi, he remembered, "I felt that I had been in hell for three weeks. I came home with double pneumonia and total exhaustion."

These middle-class, idealistic church people entered a tangled world of hate and oppression most of them knew little or nothing about. Suddenly they were part of the underclass, an outcast group to be harassed and attacked if they got out of line. They found that law enforcement officials were not, as they had previously thought, dispensers of evenhanded justice but were often spearheads of a system of injustice. One Disciples of Christ participant reported that she was "amazed [after leaving Mississippi] at how long it took me to get over having my heart turn over at the sight of a police car. And I had only one week like that. Think of what it would be for persons who always fear authorities!"

In moments of fear and terror a bonding of the deepest sort occurred between blacks and whites -- a fact that made a deep impression. An ironic reversal of roles took place, with northern whites feeling safe in the black community. An Episcopal laywoman recalled: "Walking down the streets of Canton's Negro section, we were obviously of the Movement. From every porch, from every yard, came greetings. 'Hi, y'all.' To my northern accented 'Hi,' came the cheery report, 'Fine."' At night there were long conversations between black hosts and white visitors on porches kept unlighted for security purposes. The wife of a northern clergyman noted in a letter home that "we were told that Negroes sitting on benches along the street weren't just sitting -- they were watching to see that our office [the NCC office in Hattiesburg] and the COFO [Council of Federated Organizations] office across the street were safe."

One of the ministers' principal aims was to reach out to the local white community, especially the clergy and churches, looking for a chance to talk about the changes whites were having to face. They hoped to create an atmosphere in which Christian reconciliation might develop.

These efforts met with little success, and most often with vehement rebuffs. One minister who sought to attend a Sunday service at a Disciples of Christ church in McComb was recognized as a civil rights worker and "thrown bodily out of the building." Another Disciples minister, who remained in Mississippi for a year, tried to join a church of his denomination in Gulfport-Biloxi. He was informed by the church's minister that he would never be welcome in the latter's house, nor would the minister ever visit him. Church women's meetings were held in parishioners' homes and announced privately by phone to prevent the wife of the "outsider" minister from attending. Eventually the outsiders joined a black Missionary Baptist church.

The attitude of white Mississippi churchpeople intensified the northern ministers' respect for the black people they had come to support. Despite encountering communities scarred by poverty ("homes ranged from a few small, neat and attractive places to huts, shacks and hovels held together by odd pieces of wood, metal and building blocks. Health and sanitation conditions were appalling. As a result, we found a staggering number of sick and invalid people with little hope of regaining their health", the ministers' remembrances were nearly all positive.

They remembered food and other essentials willingly shared ("I remember the buckets of fried chicken brought to Freedom House by neighbors. I remember the elderly people who let me live in their house even though it put their lives in jeopardy". They remembered the courage and determination of the young civil rights workers ("The real heroes were the black 'Snick' [SNCC, or Student Nonviolent Coordinating Committee] personnel, who faced the worst dangers and took more than their share of the violence. Always they were intent on helping anyone threatened. Always they took hardship as a matter of course. These were the real leaders, and that is as it should be. It was a privilege to work with them"). They also remembered the spiritual power of the [civil rights] meetings," especially the singing, with a passion and feeling rooted in the black church.

Above all else the ministers remembered spirited individuals who were unbroken by threats and powerfully supportive of the push toward freedom. Stories like the following were common on the questionnaires:

There was neither gratitude nor fawning in our relationship with our hostess, but rather a fierce pride. She reigned over her house, and the six volunteers billeted with her, like an African matriarch. At six in the morning she did the daily shopping before the heat set in, yet she spent the hottest part of the day over a wood stove producing Southern fried chicken, rice, cornbread. A widow four times, but unsubdued, she answered the door concealing a long knife behind her skirts.

Some ministers later returned to Mississippi to visit their black friends, and some still correspond regularly with their hosts -- small acts suggestive of the ties that were established.

One might wonder how such deep connections between people of different races and very different backgrounds could develop so quickly. Perhaps part of the answer rests in what the northerners represented to the black people of Mississippi. As one Presbyterian minister who stayed permanently in the state explained, until the '60s white Mississippians often dubbed the few black persons who agitated for civil rights as "crazy niggers," and that perception was seldom challenged. The isolation of black activists was almost complete. In the mid '60s, however, the white community outside Mississippi (as well as young blacks in the state) were suggesting that those "crazy niggers" were not crazy but correct in their demands.

That white churches would send ministers to Mississippi to stand with the "crazy niggers," however briefly, affirming to the world the soundness of what they were doing, was a powerful symbolic act. The ministers, as well as the black community understood this fully. As one put it, going to Mississippi in the summer of 1964 "expressed to the blacks that there were other persons who cared and were concerned. " "Here were ministers visibly giving support to the movement to change the system. To those in Mississippi working to effect change we gave encouragement, saying, 'You are not alone."'

Most of the northern ministers did not stay long in Mississippi (something some still feel guilty about). After ten days or two weeks they were replaced. By the end of August 1964 nearly all had left. But they carried away an entirely new perception of their country and of themselves. As they testified again and again in their comments two decades later, their lives had been permanently altered.

The testimonies suggest that many had been subtly prepared for going to Mississippi. "I was reared in a Christian home where racial equality was taken for granted." "Perhaps having a black summer playmate when I was seven to ten was a memory that urged me into the 'long trip' into the South." For others the beginnings were in college or soon after: "As a student at the University of Missouri, I took home with me at Christmastime a German Catholic, a Jew, and a Chinese student who had no place to go at that time of year."

A number of the ministers participating in the project had become involved before 1964 in civil rights demonstrations or interracial ministries, or had worked overseas or on Native American reservations. "At the time we were living in Horton, Kansas, in the midst of Indian reservations, and there was a strong prejudice against the Native American, which was expressed in a 'nigger' mentality. The appeal [to go to Mississippi] spoke to me as I saw a relationship between the local Indian prejudice and the suppression of blacks."

Others could not so clearly pinpoint their reasons for going. "There was no real explanation for going to Mississippi. My decision was intuitive, emotional, nonrational. I wanted to participate. It seemed like something I could do. But the most frequently voiced feeling in the recollections was the sense that some sort of a moral demand had been placed upon the ministers: "The church had an obligation to be involved in the voter rights struggle." "I felt it was the 'right thing to do."' One writer put it even more compellingly: "I went to Mississippi in the summer of 1964 because I felt 'called' to do so. By this I mean it was an act required by my profession of faith. The injustice inflicted on blacks I felt was so appalling that I could not in conscience do other than respond."

One of the best ways to assess the significance of the Mississippi project is to consider how the white ministers acted afterward. One wrote, "I grew up on a farm in southeastern South Dakota. and despite college and seminary was still abysmally ignorant concerning the realities of racial injustice. My involvement in this project transformed my theological understanding and shaped my ministry from that time to this day." Another minister said, "My suspicion is that the most permanent change was not in the South as such, but in the minds and hearts of us northerners, who received a mighty 'education in reality.' All of my teaching and writing about our society since those years have been deeply shaped by my experience among the black poor and oppressed of the South. "

Almost all the first full-time staff members of the Delta Ministry, the NCC-sponsored civil rights group which began work in the Mississippi delta and elsewhere in the state in September 1964, had participated in the summer project. At least three of those people are still living in the state, all still engaged in race related causes. One of them wrote in 1986: "It [the summer of 1964] transformed my life. I'm still here."

One man wrote from Zimbabwe, where as a social worker and academic he was engaged in community planning sponsored by the Disciples of Christ and a local nongovernmental agency. "My life has been dedicated to issues of justice ever since [1964]. 1 learned much about what faith and faithfulness mean, about what commitment entails,"about how to follow, about sensitivity to others." One respondent, a campus minister in Texas in 1964, moved to Alabama a year later, where he and his wife worked at Stillman College, a predominantly black school. Several of the ministers entered interracial ministries, locally or at the national level (for example, as staff persons in denominational social-action agencies).

Some individuals were affected in very personal ways. One minister's daughter, who was also in Mississippi as a student volunteer, married a Howard University graduate and successfully integrated her immediate family. Another explained that for him Mississippi "led to the adoption of two mixed-race children." Even those few who had left the ministry sometime since 1964 had taken jobs connected in some way to their Mississippi experiences. A man living in California wrote, "Isn't it interesting that even though I am no longer doing parish ministry I am still heavily involved: this time as an elementary teacher in a racially mixed urban school."

Relying on memories about events of almost a quarter-century ago may produce too positive a picture. The 1964 Mississippi experiences were part of the early success of the black freedom movement and reflected a brief moment when a national white-black coalition seemed to sweep everything before it. We know that the efforts of the '60s to alter race relations were followed by white backlash and a far different national mood.

But though subsequent national developments might have embittered the churchpeople who went to Mississippi in 1964, that does not seem to have happened. The power of their experiences during that long hot summer in the Deep South reverberates across the years. One of the participants concluded: "It was the most intense moment of my life, and I felt like I was where history was, that my role as a young clergyman was much in keeping with the Old Testament prophets."

Said another:

Yes, my inner being was connected in a very powerful way to my outer behavior. That awareness has never left me. I can honestly tell people that if they care and take action, they can help change the world around them. It may be slow, but it does happen. Values can be lived, and when they are, they are life-giving. I learned to tell the truth in 1964, and have never consciously let go of that value.

The prophetic imagination truly seemed at work in these people. On a small but important stage, that band of ministers in Mississippi in 1964 represented one of mainline Protestantism's finest moments.

Jim Bakker and the Eternal Revenue Service

Book Review:

Forgiven: The Rise and Fall of Jim Bakker and the PTL Ministry, by Charles E. Shepard. Atlantic Monthly Press, 635 pp., $22.95.



"Jim and Tammy are a tad flamboyant."

-- Jim Bakker, May 1987

[PTL is] probably the greatest scab and cancer on the face of Christianity." -- Jerry Falwell, October 1987

"We were so caught up in God’s work that we forgot about God." -- Richard Dortsch, March 1988

I should lay my cards on the table. I never cared much for Jim Bakker. His antics seemed to make a mockery of Christianity in general and of the Pentecostal tradition in particular. When he was tried in Charlotte, North Carolina, in August on multiple counts of fraud and conspiracy, I judged him guilty long before the jury had, and when Judge Bob Potter gave him 45 years in prison and a half-million-dollar fine, my instinctive reaction was, good, he deserved it.

But after plowing through Charles E. Shepard’s Forgiven: The Rise and Fall of Jim Bakker and the PTL Ministry, I am no longer so sure that I properly appreciated the magnitude of Bakker’s accomplishments. Not that winning appreciation for Bakker was Shepard’s design. Indeed, as an investigative reporter for the Charlotte Observer, Shepard won a Pulitzer Prize last year for doggedly tracking down the evidence that eventually toppled the PTL empire. If there are any surprises in the book, they are only that the saga of sexual and financial chicanery goes back almost to the beginning of the PTL in the late 1970s, and that fundamental habits of greed, deception and manipulation trace back farther than that.

Born in 1940 in Muskegon, Michigan, Bakker was reared in a working-class family marked by hard work, little affection, and fervent Pentecostal religion. He dropped out of North Central Bible College after one and a half years to marry Tammy LaValley. The latter had grown up in International Falls, Minnesota, the oldest of eight children in a family so poor that they lacked an indoor bathroom. After several years of honing his skills on the evangelistic circuit in the South, Bakker was ordained by the Assemblies of God in 1964. Two years later the couple wound up with Pat Robertson’s Christian Broadcast Network in Virginia Beach, where they launched the "700 Club" as a Johnny Carson -- style Christian talk show. But the CBN corral seems to have been too small for all concerned, so the Bakkers moved on to Paul Crouch’s Trinity Broadcast Network in Los Angeles in 1972. When that venue also proved confining, they moved to Charlotte, starting PTL in 1974. By the time it all came tumbling down, the PTL

Inspirational Network and Heritage Village in nearby Fort Mill, South Carolina, boasted 600,000 regular supporters, an annual income of $129 million, and physical assets approaching $100 million. What happened?

Bakker’s repeated sexual indiscretions with men, as well as his now-notorious "encounter" with Jessica Hahn, were of course part of the story. Shepard deals with those matters forthrightly but relatively briefly. While such circumspection is commendable, Shepard fails to see, I think, that it was the sexual more than the financial irregularities that decisively discredited Bakker among his Pentecostal and evangelical constituency.

Be that as it may, Shepard gives considerably more attention to the endlessly imaginative methods Bakker concocted for bilking the faithful. The one that proved most lucrative and, ultimately, contributed most to Bakker’s undoing was the Lifetime Partnership program, launched in 1983. The exact terms varied month to month, but the basic principle remained constant. For a substantial sum -- usually $1 ,000 -- contributors were guaranteed several nights lodging in the posh Heritage Grand Hotel or Heritage Towers (the latter was never built) , as well as other perks, each year for the rest of their lives. "New projects pay for old," became the watchword. And it worked. All told, some 114,000 followers paid nearly $170 million for the Lifetime partnerships -- a figure several times more than was needed to put up the hotels, and numbers far more than the hotels ever could have accommodated.

Besides the Big Swindle on the Partnerships, there were countless "little" indiscretions that regularly turned up among the PTL top brass. As Jim and Tammy pleaded with the faithful to give their all, Jim and Tammy did their best to spend their all: $25,000 for a face lift for Jim; $8,500 for an anniversary bash at a Charlotte restaurant; $10,000 for a shopping spree in New York; $100,000 for a whim-of-the-moment chartered flight to California; and on and on, all from PTL coffers. When it was over the IRS would claim that between 1981 and 1989 the Bakkers had received some $9 million in excess compensation from the tax-exempt organization.

Still, Shepard leaves little doubt that sex and money were but symptoms of the disease, fevers in the organism. The heart of the problem was Bakker himself. Arrogant, devious, mendacious, boyish and charming on-camera, rude and distant off-camera, Bakker surrounded himself with lieutenants who had been successful in the outside world but who became strangely compliant when they walked into Bakker’s own rather small shadow. Yet there was more. Bakker knew how to milk the assumptions of his Pentecostal constituency for all they were worth -- and then some. When challenged, he became God’s prophet with God’s mandate for the hour. Doubting Jim Bakker became equivalent to doubting God. Tearfully pleading for money for foreign missions projects (whose legitimacy no true-blue Pentecostal would dare question) became a ticket for more swimming pools and tennis courts at Heritage Village. And of course Bakker mastered the art of blaming others for anything that went wrong. When, following the Jessica Hahn expose in the spring of 1987, he was finally forced to resign from PTL, Bakker typically explained: "I was wickedly manipulated by treacherous former friends who victimized me with the aid of a female confederate."

While Bakker himself is by far the most important figure in Shepard’s drama, there are many other players. Some come across as bad guys, some as good guys, and more than a few as well-meaning idealists who somehow got themselves mired in the muck and just did not know how to get out. Pre-eminent among the first, and possibly more powerful than Bakker himself at the end, was Richard Dortsch. One of the 13 executive presbyters of the Assemblies of God, and in 1985 a top contender for general superintendent of that denomination, the silver-haired, silken-voiced Dortsch gave PTL credibility in the eyes of Assemblies of God leaders who were still not too sure about the propriety of watching TV, much less of waterslides. But Dortsch proved such a master at dissembling, both on and off camera, that "Dortsching" soon became a euphemism for skillful dishonesty.

On the other side of the ledger was the response of the denominational officials in Springfield, Missouri. Admittedly, they had been slow to acknowledge the manifestations of wrongdoing at PTL, which had been none too obscure since the early ‘80s. But once confronted with hard evidence, they responded swiftly, firmly and openly. And then there were the ordinary folk -- "the ladies who read the letters" -- who kept the place running with fierce loyalty and often at considerable personal sacrifice, even as the Bakkers and Dortsches and Taggert brothers found ever new ways to lavish the Lord’s money on themselves.

Shepard’s sorry tale is briskly told and vividly written. And given what must have been enormous temptations to get even after years of trench warfare between the Observer and PTL, the book is surprisingly objective -- although hardly impartial. Even so, a couple of problems merit noting. The first is that the volume is much longer than it needs to be. Shepard provides more detail about who-said-what-to-whom than, as the Bartles and Jaymes commercial has it, "decent folks need to know." Second, the book is just what the subtitle says it is about: the rise and fall of Jim Bakker and PTL. Shepard hardly can be faulted for writing on that precisely defined topic and nothing else. Yet one wishes that he had hazarded more extended reflections on what the Bakker saga tells us about the role of the prophet figure in the era of the satellite dish. Further, at the beginning Shepard promises that one of the more important questions the study will illumine is why so many believed in Bakker "so ardently, so long." He tosses out a few tantalizers here and there: Bakker prospered from the same cultural forces that enabled Reagan to build a presidency on style without substance; Bakker’s "full gospel" constituency was determined to believe that revelations of malfeasance were fabricated by a conspiracy of liberal media elites. But that is about all we get.

Maybe that is all that Bakker deserves. But I doubt it. Which brings me back to the suspicion, voiced at the outset, that the enormousness, if not enormity, of the PTL enterprise compels a certain grudging respect. How a small-town boy with little more than a high-school education and next to no business skill could persuade hundreds of thousands of believers to fork over more than a half-billion dollars surely places Bakker among the heavyweight hucksters of all time.

And that is the key point. Bakker was a huckster, not a charlatan. The judge and jury said otherwise, I realize. Yet I wonder if they realized to what extent Bakker offered countless small-town Pentecostal and evangelical Christians a taste of glitz, a taste of the good life they themselves were never able to afford, or if they were, never able to enjoy without feeling both out of place and more than a bit guilty. True enough, toward the end things got badly mixed up. But if PTL became more a resort for saints than a hospital for sinners, it would not be the first time -- nor the last -- that perfectionist Christians found out that the road to perfection is pitted with perils.

The Methodist Story

Book Review: Methodism: Empire of the Spirit By David Hempton. Yale University Press, 291 pp.

 

In 1868 General U.S. Grant remarked that the United States possessed three great parties: "The Republican, the Democratic, and the Methodist Church." More recently my colleague Stanley Hauerwas quipped that "long after Christianity is dead and gone, the United Methodist Church will still be flourishing." When I share those wisecracks with my preponderantly Methodist seminary students, they invariably react with nervous laughter. There is just enough truth in them to make the comments worrisome as well as funny. David Hempton’s brilliantly provocative book tells us why.

The book holds two aims. The first is to look at Methodism as an international enterprise -- a global empire of the spirit. The second is to penetrate beneath the surface of Methodist institutions to grasp the "heart of something both elusive and important." Both aims assume that Methodism has been more than the sum of its parts.

Hempton, professor of church history at Boston University. pursues those goals in eight tautly argued essays. He explores how Methodism grew from a barely perceptible impulse in the Church of England in the 18th century to a foremost expression of Christianity in the modern world; how the mixing of Enlightenment rationality and evangelical enthusiasm resulted in Methodism’s perennial doubleness of vision; how the Methodist message was heard, internalized and enacted in a bewildering variety of social and geographic locations; how opposition from Outsiders fostered strength while conflict between insiders fostered weakness; how money was raised, spent and symbolized; how women and racial and ethnic minorities found nourishment in the Methodist message; how the movement managed to circle the globe completely; and finally, how a gaggle of theories about secularization might help us understand Methodism’s decline in the latter half of the 20th century. Though the eight chapters interlock, each stands as an independent essay. Since I teach in a trinitarian divinity school, it seems apt to try to convey the flavor of the whole by focusing on three chapters.

The first chapter, "Competition and Symbiosis." asks a disarmingly simple question; How did it happen that a religious revival that first took root among the "flotsam and jetsam of English society in the 1730s became, in just 150 years, one of the major religious movements of modern times? At the beginning of the 20th century, Methodism posted 9 million members, 36 million adherents and 150,000 ministers and lay preachers. It owned more than a half billion dollars worth of property, including hundreds of schools on six continents. Methodist steeples graced the skylines of villages, towns and cities everywhere. More important, John Wesley’s theological children had moved to somewhere near the center of the culture in most of the English-speaking world. As late as 1950 Methodists in the U.S. alone numbered nearly 10 million members and claimed 6.4 percent of the population. In the 2004 election three of the four candidates for the nation’s top jobs were Methodists. So again, how did all that come about?

Hempton is too subtle to give a single-cause answer, but he does suggest that evolutionary biology offers a clue. The secret lies in the symbiosis between the organism and the environment. More precisely, Methodist growth took place not in isolation but as an integral part of the New World order of the 18th and 19th centuries. Though Methodism remained a subspecies of the old Anglican establishment, it proved able to adapt to popular demands for seriousness over frivolity, cooperation over competition, compassion over force, and egalitarianism over deference. Hempton admits that Methodists’ special packaging of means and ends -- evangelical conversion, emotional assurance, entire sanctification, itinerant preaching, bottom-up associationalism, top-down connectionalism, communal discipline and national regeneration -- is well appreciated. Less well appreciated is how all of those ingredients worked together to create an elastic, mobile, aggressively expansive movement. Methodism survived as the fittest of the many religious options available.

Hempton’s third chapter, "The Medium and the Message," says little about the message but a great deal about the medium. As for the message, he tells us that any effort to reduce Wesley’s theology to a fixed quadrilateral of reason, experience, scripture and tradition falls "spectacularly" wide of the mark. Instead, Wesley’s theology must be viewed as a dynamic quest for holy living, fueled by scripture and divine love. Even there, Hempton suggests, we come closest to the living pulse of Wesley’s thinking not by reading his texts but by asking what he was willing to fight for. Versus Moravian quietism, he fought for active spirituality. Versus Calvinist particularism, he fought for the universal availability of God’s grace. And versus almost everyone, he fought for the possibility of Christian perfection.

If Hempton skirts the intricacies of Wesley’s theology, he delivers a virtuoso performance in showing how Wesley’s words were translated into the rhythms of daily life. First of all, Methodists were noisy folk. They preached, exhorted, sang, cried and shouted. Those sounds are forever lost, but their echoes linger in a lavish array of texts. Fortunately, Methodists were furious record keepers and soul examiners. Hempton provides a close reading of the rich testimonial literature. The accounts are as different as snowflakes yet, taken together, reflect enduring patterns. Predictably, they showcase the many modalities of the experience of conversion, assurance and sanctification. Less predictably, they showcase other experiences too, including fear of backsliding, terror of death, the critical role of sermons, the importance of mutual support, the drama of moving from a state of sin to a state of grace and, of course, the sheer joy of the telling.

Standing close by the testimonies are the sermons, many of which survive only as spidery outlines on manuscript pages; the yellowed minutes of the band, class and society meetings; and, above all, the songs. I like to tell my classes (with a wink) that if Charles Wesley, who authored 9,000 hymns and poems, had never existed, we might never have heard of John. Hempton does not go that far. But he showers attention on the content of the lyrics, the catchiness of the tunes, the ordering of the songs in the songbooks, the lustiness of the singing, and the life of music in the life of the tradition.

"Methodists absorbed their faith through the words of their hymns and sacred verse." No wonder. The songs, like the sermons, were practical. Jammed with active verbs and first-person pronouns, they encouraged pilgrims to shun the perils and embrace the promises of the Christian journey. They spoke of melting experiences, freedom in the spirit, communal support and the joys of Zion.

If the book has a jewel in its crown, it is the seventh chapter, "Mapping and Mission." The first of its many virtues is that it exists at all. We know a lot about European and North American missionary endeavors but surprisingly little about Methodists’ contribution. For Hempton, the study of Methodist missions represents more than just filling holes in the literature. Rather it serves as a key for unlocking the whole enterprise. "To penetrate to the heart of Methodism as a missionary movement," he tells us, "is as good a way as any to understand the essence of the movement in its entirety." And what was that essence? The clue lies in the action-packed terms that drive the narrative: "momentum," "restless mobility," "expansionist dynamic," "rise to globalism," "expansion begat expansion" and, most memorably, from a 19th-century African bishop, "spread or die."

Missionary history is fiercely contested terrain, yet Hempton proves evenhanded. On one side, he offers little comfort to modern-day triumphalists. He makes clear that Methodist missions spread through the arteries of two great and expanding cultural impulses: British colonialism and American commerce. Everywhere, Methodist missionaries faced a fight. In Latin America, they went toe-to-toe with the Roman Catholic Church; in Europe, they took on the "protected monopolies" of the state churches; in the American West, they had to deal with other whites’ treachery to the Indians. On the flip side, Hempton also makes clear that the gains, though modest, were real, especially in the American West and in Korea. By 1875 the Missionary Society of the Methodist Episcopal Church was supporting more than 3,000 domestic missionaries alone.

Several themes recur in the book as a whole. One is the symbiotic fit between Methodism and America, especially the opportunities it afforded religious entrepreneurs in the 19th century. Not the least of history’s ironies is that just 150 years after Wesley’s death, three-fourths of the world’s Methodists resided in the nation whose birth he fervently opposed.

A second theme is the "dialectical friction" that has marked most aspects of Methodist life. Competing ideals have marched like twin soldiers through the tradition’s history: rationality versus enthusiasm, discipline versus ecstasy, wealth versus frugality, learning versus innocence, structure versus voluntarism.

A third theme, more implied than hammered in, is Methodism’s steady accommodation to the conventions of middle-class life. The book’s epigraph, which comes from George Eliot’s Adam Bede, is telling. There was a time, Eliot wrote in 1858, when Methodism represented not "sleek grocers, sponging preachers, and hypocritical jargon," but men and women who drank in a faith that "linked their thoughts with the past, lifted their imagination above the sordid details of their own narrow lives, and suffused their souls with the sense of a pitying, loving, infinite Presence."

Finally there is the theme of global Pentecostalism, which Hempton comes close to crowning as Methodism’s spiritual child. To be sure, there were differences. Methodism emerged from a state church, retained establishment trappings, occupied Gothic sanctuaries, colonized corporate boardrooms and built great universities.

But the commonalities outweigh the differences. Both Methodism and Pentecostalism represented a revolution from below. Both grew without external sponsorship, embraced youthful mobile populations, gave a public role to women, featured voice over text, exploited open spaces in the social system, aggressively globalized their message, adapted to local settings, attracted the marginalized, and established clear yet selective boundaries between themselves and the surrounding culture. Just two paragraphs into the narrative, Hempton appreciatively quotes Philip Jenkins’s prediction that Pentecostals are likely to number 1 billion adherents before 2050. And he closes by stating, with evident satisfaction, that the next Christendom "would not look the same if Methodism had never existed."

With a book so perceptive (and so charitable to other historians), it would be churlish to ask for more. But for the sake of the sport I will toss Out two suggestions. The first pertains to the writing. Though the text glitters with sparkling one-liners, it is crafted with such economy that one desires amplification. Too many ideas are compressed into too few lines. The next edition really should be -- I hardly can believe I am saying this about a history book -- a hundred pages longer.

The second suggestion pertains to sins of omission. Briefly put, we need more clarity about the components of Methodist identity. What did it take to be Methodist in 1750? 1850? 1950? Last week? How did this vary regionally? Hempton argues that it is possible to discern a "recognizably Methodist, not just evangelical," pattern of belief and behavior wherever the tradition established itself. To say the least, this claim requires elaboration and parsing. Consider, for example, current Methodist attitudes about same-sex unions in Washington state and in the Ivory Coast.

The problem here is that over the centuries the Methodist tent has proved remarkably capacious. In America alone, it has accommodated contemporaries or near-contemporaries as different as Francis Asbury and Richard Allen; Phoebe Palmer and Borden Parker Bowne; Hillary Clinton and George Bush. But how useful is a tent so big, with flaps so wide, as a category of historical analysis? When historians say that someone was, or is, Methodist, have they said anything in particular?

Hempton’s narrative intimates that the sun is setting on the Methodist empire of the spirit and is not likely to rise again. But it also intimates that besides counting noses in the pews, there may be better ways to measure success. Assessing faithfulness is one of them. By that measure, the rows of seminarians who file into my classroom fall after fall, expecting to work hard and to be paid little to serve the church they love, inspire confidence that a century from now another historian will write the sequel to Hempton’s masterful account. Who knows? She may call it Methodism: Harvest of the Spirit.

Planning ahead: The Enduring Appeal of Prophecy Belief

The young woman said that she urgently needed to see me. No, she was not having difficulty in my religion course. The problem was more serious. She explained through tears that she had just broken up with her fiance, and since I purportedly knew something about fundamentalism, she hoped that I might be able to offer a word or two of advice.

Her story was familiar. Like millions of American Christians, she had grown up in a fundamentalist church where she had come to believe that the Lord would soon take his saints back to heaven in a glorious event known as the Rapture. This occurrence would be followed by the Great Tribulation, seven years of increasingly violent conflicts and natural calamities. At the end of the Great Tribulation the scriptural armies of Gog and Magog -- which everyone knew to be the Soviet Union and China -- would attack the comparatively defenseless state of Israel. But just then, when all seemed lost, the Lord of Hosts would return to slay the forces of Gog and Magog in the most fearsome struggle of all time, the Battle of Armageddon. Thereupon Satan would be bound, the Jews would acknowledge Jesus Christ as their Messiah, and Christ would establish a kingdom of righteousness on earth for a thousand years. At the end of the millennium the Lord would separate the saved from the lost, giving the saved everlasting dominion over the new heavens and the new earth, and casting the lost into the Lake of Fire to burn forever.

It was all standard fundamentalist fare, a set of ideas commonly known as Darbyite premillennialism (after an architect of the scheme, John Nelson Darby, a 19th-century British Plymouth Brethren preacher.) So why the tears? Why the break up? Because the young woman had just discovered that her fiance had the details all wrong. Though he was a firmly committed premillennialist like herself, he believed that the Lord would take his saints from the earth after the Great Tribulation, not before it. In the parlance of the fundamentalist subculture, he was a "post-trib pre-mill," while she was a "pre-trib pre-mill."

Given that I too had been reared in the fundamentalist subculture, where the vocabulary of the Rapture and of the Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse was as familiar as Cheerios and the St. Louis Cardinals, I could readily understand the gravity of the young woman's concerns. I could also understand her fear that most of her college friends would consider the dilemma rather silly. From my perspective, the latter problem was more serious. The pain of a broken romance would pass, but the studied disinterest of the elite culture of the university -- which was also the elite culture of the New York Times, of the secular media, and of the Washington Inner Beltway -- was, it seemed clear enough, here to stay.

In When Time Shall Be No More: Prophecy Belief in Modern American Culture, Paul Boyer, a senior historian at the University of Wisconsin, and one of the best in the business, seeks to address the world of secularized academics and journalists who can scarcely imagine, let alone appreciate, the breadth and depth of popular apocalypticism in contemporary America. Whether we rely upon "hard" poll data, or sales figures of books and periodicals, or an endless stream of anecdotal evidence, Darbyite premillennialism proves to be one of the most resilient and widely held belief systems that has ever gripped the American imagination. Gallup polls attest that 62 percent of adults affirm that Jesus will literally return to earth. TV and radio preachers trumpet the details of prophecy belief over hundreds of stations and cable networks Hal Lindsey's The Late Great Planet Earth sold 9 million copies within eight years of its publication in 1970. By 1990 that number had soared to 28 million. Armageddon, Oil, and the Middle East Crisis, penned by Dallas Seminary president John F. Walvoord, sold nearly a million copies after its publication in 1974 and another million following the Persian Gulf crisis. Scores of magazines and newsletters such as End-Time News Digest and Prophecy-Watch International turn up in the mailboxes of the faithful every day. Houston preacher Hilton Sutton maintains a 24-hour 800 number to keep devotees updated on late-breaking developments. Merchants tell of customers who refuse $6.66 in change. I recall reading of a Washington, D.C., bookstore that was being asked to refund the cost of Woodward and Bernstein's The Final Days after disappointed purchasers found that it was about plain old politics, not spine-tingling biblical prophecy.

Boyer does not rush into his subject. He devotes more than a hundred densely footnoted pages to a learned discussion of apocalypticism in the Hebrew and Christian traditions from the second century B.C. through the mid 20th century. While students may regard this leisurely stroll through two millennia of intellectual history as useful background, true believers are likely to find it more than a little disturbing. The problem is not that Boyer is ever less than respectful. Indeed, he goes out of his way to show that, given certain assumptions about the ahistorical nature of the Bible, Darbyite premillennialism arose in a natural, even logical way from the scriptural text. The problem rather is that the very act of treating prophecy belief historically at all -- that is, showing that its main features have cropped up with astonishing regularity for centuries -- undermines the assumption that lies at the heart of the system: namely, that the signs of the time are valid because they are the signs of this time and no other.

Boyer's main topic is, in any event, the efflorescence of prophecy belief in America from World War II to the early 1990s. He examines the way that apocalyptic thinking has structured popular attitudes toward nuclear war, Israel, Russia, American foreign policy, the growth of government, and whatever was regarded at the moment as the Antichrist. He focuses almost exclusively upon Darbyite prermillennialism, which might be called the main trunk of apocalyptic thinking in modern America. Other branches, such as Seventh-day Adventists, Jehovah's Witnesses, and more exotic groups like (but not including) the now-infamous Branch Davidians, receive only passing attention, as do secular doomsday warnings of nuclear holocaust and environmental destruction. Yet Boyer's instincts are sound, for it was the unique version of premillennialism nurtured by Darby and brought to these shores after the Civil War that helped form the doctrinal core of virtually all fundamentalist and many evangelical churches.

. Boyer avoids -- or more precisely, explodes -- much of the conventional wisdom about prophecy believers. He challenges the widely held notion that they came solely from the ranks of the dispossessed. He allows that a majority represented the stable working and lower middle classes, but a sizable minority held upper-class positions and enjoyed advanced education. Boyer also doubts that premillennialism went hand in hand with pessimism about social reform and the outcome of history. We shall return to this matter later. Here it suffices to say that adherents typically proved themselves tireless toilers in the Lord's vineyard and viewed the end of history with anticipation, not apprehension. Most important, Boyer questions the pervasive assumption that believers were somehow abnormal-social losers, cultural misfits, psychological wrecks. He takes pains to show that in every respect except the specific matter of prophecy belief they looked and behaved remarkably like anyone else occupying a similar position in the social system. Anyone who seriously doubts that, Boyer wryly urges, need only attend a fundamentalist church picnic.

When Time Shall Be No More is so thoroughly researched and so comprehensive in scope it is difficult to imagine that any critical historian will try to retell the story for decades to come, The only real problem with this truly magnificent book is that Boyer strains to locate the significance of prophecy belief where it does not exist, or exists only inconsequentially: in the realm of secular politics. Although he never falls into the trap of claiming that prophecy belief actually brought about one or another specific policy, he insists that it established a climate of opinion that made the development of nuclear weapons, for example, or automatic support for Israel seem eminently sensible.

Yet surely the most striking feature of prophecy belief is precisely the opposite: how impotent it has been as an instrument of public policy. Consider the Reagan years, when many high-ranking officials, including the secretary of the interior, the secretary of defense, and the president himself all identified themselves as firm adherents. Nuclear holocaust did not ensue, the cold war thawed, Israel lost the ear of the president, and the U.S. government continued to spend hundreds of billions on social reconstruction. The same has been true within the sphere of religion. The confrontation between the FBI and the Branch Davidians at Waco riveted public attention precisely because that sort of thing happens so rarely. The Branch Davidians represent a wildly atypical twig on the apocalyptic tree. Indeed, one of the most striking characteristics of the vast majority of prophecy believers has been the contrast between the militancy of their rhetoric and the law-abiding regularity of their daily behavior.

If, then, the tenacity of prophecy belief cannot be explained in terms of standard theories of deprivation, and if it seems to have little pay-off in the secular political realm, why does it persist at all? Indeed, why did it flourish as vigorously in 1990 as in 1890 or, for that matter, as in 1790? Though Boyer himself is more interested in tracing the impact of premillennialist beliefs than in analyzing the wellsprings that perennially fed them, his research offers numerous clues.

Emotional certainty may be the most obvious appeal. Though apocalypticism had been around for millennia, it is worth noting that Darbyism, the peculiarly rigid and florid form that arose in the late 19th century, accompanied the growth of Darwinism, biblical higher criticism, and the dawning awareness of world religions. Ever after, Darbyism served as a powerful antidote to infidelity, for it seemed to show that the Bible's predictions about future events invariably proved true. Prophecy belief afforded certainty in other ways too. Adherents could sleep easy at night, knowing exactly how things would turn out in the long run. And it allayed the fear of death. Hope for the resurrection life always had been an integral part of the Christian message. But this version of premillennialism offered a more radical promise: that the saints who were alive in Christ at the time of the Rapture would be spared the sting of death entirely.

Ironically, though, prophecy belief endured precisely because it did not offer too much certainty. The sequence of events at the end of time was predetermined, to be sure, but there were multiple ways of getting from here to there, and there was just enough contingency along the way to make things interesting. The overall effect was very much like a rollercoaster: slightly scary because the riders did not know exactly how the car would twist and turn, but not scary enough to warrant despair, for they knew the outcome. It was hardly accidental, Boyer suggests, that participants often used theatrical language to describe the end-time scenario, calling it thrilling, majestic, exhilarating.

Prophecy belief offered intellectual rewards too. Outsiders might wonder about this, but Boyer makes clear that antiseptic rationality pervaded the system. The biblical text was strictly defined, there were no subtexts, and hermeneutics was more like a home repair manual than an intuitive art, a set of rules for applying textbook formulas to problematic situations. Prophecy belief seemed eminently logical because it was neither arcane nor mysterious but rooted in an authoritative document and confirmed again and again by the daily newspaper. Every proposition of the system could be laid on the table and debated up or down by any intelligent man or woman. Further, the system was both elegant and comprehensive. The simplicity that rendered it sophomoric to outsiders was the very quality that made it so compelling to insiders. And it offered an explanation for everything. There were no loose ends; every aspect of the natural and human worlds, past, present and future, could be embraced within its capacious arms

None of this meant, however, that prophecy belief was uncomplicated. Partisans worked with a jigsaw puzzle of hundreds or even thousands of biblical verses that had to be painstakingly assembled and readjusted as the world changed. Thus the system evolved in complex ways, as converts kept one foot anchored on the (seemingly) stable rock of the Bible and the other immersed in the rushing, turbulent river of current events. The possibilities were endless. Was the ten-toed colossus of Daniel's dream a prefiguration of the ten nations of the European Common Market? Was Isaiah's allusion to the "land shadowing with wings" a bow to the American eagle and the U.S. aircraft industry? Was Revelation's reference to an army of 200 million fulfilled in Chairman Mao's boast that he could field a force of exactly that number?

Outsiders might see those connections as nothing but acrobatics, a perverse determination to force a random collection of ancient Mediterranean texts to fit the six o'clock news. But for insiders there was no distance between biblical words and current events. Scripture not only portended current events but in a very real sense brought them into existence. The key point is that for true believers the connection between ancient text and modern fulfillment functioned just like any belief system that looked to the historical or natural realms for empirical confirmation. For the faithful, day after day world affairs fell into place like the clink of a lug-nut on an axle bolt. And when they did, millions stopped to remember Sunday school lessons long forgotten, and wondered.

Boyer shrewdly notes, however, that premillennialism did not take rationality (like certainty) too far. In one sense, each constituent proposition in the system could be debated up or down. But many of the crucial terms remained impenetrably vague, and there lay much of the appeal. The ambiguity of the, key symbols allowed them endlessly to stretch as events unfolded. This vagueness in the ideational superstructure paid off at the organizational level too, for it meant, among other things, that men and women with new angles of interpretation were able to jockey for dominance and rise to the top. The system was constantly renewed not only with new ideas, but also with new blood.

High among the intellectual attractions of prophecy belief was one that true partisans rarely owned up to, at least among outsiders: it was a lot of fun. We know from Edmund Gosse, Garrison Keillor and other raconteurs that many a long winter night was shortened by spirited debates in front of the fireplace over the correct interpretation of the seven seals of Revelation, or the exact number of days till the reestablishment of Christ's rule over Israel. Arguing the fine points of eschatology may not have been quite as pleasurable as dancing, but it came close.

Prophecy belief provided a secure social identity, and that was a third source of appeal . In the hurly-burly of modem life, fundamentalists knew exactly where they fit on the landscape. They were not just Christians, but Christians of a particular kind: Bible-believers or, more precisely, believers in the Inerrant-Word-of-God (preferably pronounced as one word). If prophecy belief defined a community of like-minded and socially similar folk, it also erected a ladder of status within the family. Adepts who were able to discern the inner connections among a vast array of obscure prophetic passages soon found themselves holding positions of formal and informal authority within the group.

Less happily, prophecy belief secured believers' identity by cleanly dividing the world into the saved and the lost. The former, of course, consisted of Christians pretty much like themselves. (Whether one had to affirm the Rapture in order to make the Rapture remained a hotly disputed question.) The lost, in any event, consisted of everyone else, including -- especially including -- nominal mainline Christians who claimed to believe the Bible but tried to allegorize-away its angular details. Ecumenical broadmindedness might have played well in the mainline seminaries, but prophecy adherents instinctively understated that ordinary folk preferred sturdy fences.

Social invidiousness entailed what might be called cognitive invidiousness as well, for Prophecy believers knew that they would be vindicated at the end of time. To some extent that was a matter of knowing that the economic tables would be turned when the last trumpet was sounded; the meek would have their day. But the essentially middle-class character of the movement suggests that the story may be more complex than that. It is not at all clear that well-paid service workers dreamed apocalyptic dreams because they harbored deep resentments against well-paid service managers. The more compelling attraction, one suspects, was the comfort of being proved right. Like the hypochondriac who wanted "I told you so" inscribed on his tombstone, prophecy believers relished the sweet delight of knowing that someday their vision of the end,: and theirs alone, would be fulfilled.

This brings us to the complex question of political passivity. As noted, over the years outsiders have routinely alleged that prophecy believers were "pessimistic," too heavenly minded to be of any earthly good. Boyer admits that there is some truth in this perception. Fundamentalists typically doubted the effectiveness of any large-scale efforts to reform society, and they displayed intractable hostility toward the therapy profession's ability to remake human nature. But the key and often-overlooked point here is that most prophecy believers --- Jerry Falwell and Pat Robertson notwithstanding -- instinctively sensed that they were incapable of doing much in the secular political realm anyway. Lacking important political connections, not knowing which fork to use at the power luncheon, they focused their energies where they could in fact make some impact. Though Boyer himself says little about it, scholars such as Nancy Ammerman, Margaret Poloma and Robert Wuthnow have shown that fundamentalists lived their faith by setting up orphanages, running de-tox houses, maintaining inner-city day care centers. And they took the gospel of Jesus Christ as they understood it to the ends of the earth. While mainline missions dwindled to insignificance, evangelical missions, which were usually aligned with or at least sympathetic to premillennialist notions, flourished with unabated vigor. Adherents invariably saw themselves living on the cusp of history, straddling the end of the present age and the beginning of the age to come. If the day of the Lord was at hand, only the foolish would while away their time in a pool hall or by watching television. Far from being demoralizing, then, the practical effect of premillennialism was a renewed determination to do the Lord's work before it was forever too late.

How did the movement's leaders add to its appeal? This was a fourth source of strength. Boyer shows that the leaders were, contrary to stereotype, neither bumpkins nor charismatic demagogues. Rather they turned out to be men (and occasionally women) of exceptional intelligence, albeit self-educated or educated in nonhistorical disciplines. Bursting with self-confidence, they proved not the least bit intimidated by their lack of academic credentials. Indeed, fundamentalist leaders frequently gave themselves the title of "'Dr.," effectively saying that the institutions of the secular elite did not own the title, and that proven ability in the rough-and-tumble world of ordinary affairs -- putting up radio stations and running colleges in remote mission outposts -- was credential enough. Moreover, spokesmen manifested an uncanny ability to translate the tangled argot of the apocalyptic tradition into the language of the pews and the streets. They were not above larding the text with technical theological jargon when that served their purposes, but most of the time they wrote like Howard Cosell talked. If Darbyite premillennialism was a "roll your own" religion, its leaders were the masters of the trade.

Even so, Boyer's research shows that for all of their democratic, egalitarian pretensions, fundamentalist spokesmen, like countless mass religious leaders before them, also displayed a strong elitist streak. They went out of their way to flaunt whatever contacts they managed to make among secular intellectuals, newscasters and government officials. Three days a week they presented themselves as brothers and sisters in Christ. The rest of the week they functioned as heirophants, cognoscenti who alone understood the true plan of the ages. The system had been rightly discerned and handed down. Tinkering by ordinary folk was not encouraged.

Prophecy belief appealed, then, for many reasons. It afforded the emotional comfort of certainty, offered a compelling explanation of current affairs, situated its adherents on a social map, and was led by men and women of skill. The movement functioned, in short, pretty much like any other ideologically self-conscious stirring. And this leads to the central insight of Boyer's study. Prophecy belief flourished not because it was aberrant but precisely because it shared so much with other social ideologies. -This point becomes particularly clear when we consider prophecy believers' attitudes toward America and their yearning for a place in history.

One of the more remarkable intellectual revolutions of the 20th century is the shift of attitude among Americans toward the American experiment itself. From the colonial period through World War I, few doubted that this country held a special place in God's favor. This "hog-stomping baroque exuberance," as Tom Wolfe said in a different context, gave way after World War I, and especially after World War II, to deep disillusion. The litany of real or perceived ills included greed, materialism, abortion, homosexuality, adultery, drunkenness, gluttony, divorce, militant feminism, New Age religions, God-denying secular education, street crime, encroaching government, and the routinization of life. Admittedly, concerned citizens assessed those trends in different ways. Not everyone necessarily agreed that the increase in overdue library books was, as one earnest soul put it, a sure sign of the times. But there could be little doubt that many thoughtful men and women of all political and religious persuasions worried about the kind of world they were bequeathing to their children.

If prophecy believers shared with many others a diagnosis of the problems America faced, they also shared a prescription for the future. It is hard to see how the vision of the coming kingdom of God outlined by one theorist commonly associated with the political right differed all that much from the goals of left-leaning, free-thinking secularists:

The beatings, the burnings, the tortures -- all the pain and cruelty inflicted on people-will be banned. No more small babies with swollen bellies.... No more terrified peasants afraid to plant rice because soldiers might come and take it away. No more hungry stomachs and slave labor camps ... No more of Satan's horrors.

Where was the difference? The final phrase offered some hints, to be sure. But whether supernatural agency, affirmed as a line item in the creed, so to speak, was all that crucial in the way that the two groups actually lived their lives, day by day, may well be questioned.

This brings us finally to the most important commonality: the desire of almost -all humans, or at least those in the modern West, to think that their lives counted in some larger scheme of things. Admittedly, a few tough-minded souls -- usually academics -- were able to face their own extinction with equanimity, knowing full well that the traces they left in the culture would be erased within a generation or two at best. But not many. Poll data suggested that on the whole modem Americans were no more preparedto face the prospect of a godless universe than their medieval ancestors. Nor were they prepared to believe that their individual lives bore no more import than the life of a desert flower, exquisite for a time but soon extinguished. When the atomic age dawned Bible thumpers everywhere related it to ancient biblical prophecies of great noise and fervent heat to come at the end of time. And, Boyer wryly notes, so did President Harry Truman in the privacy of his diary.

Nonetheless, it is important to draw distinctions between things that really differ. Prophecy belief remains an important part of evangelical Christianity in America, but it is not the whole story. The folks who gather each Sunday in the small rural United Methodist church my family and I attend seem little concerned with the details of Darbyite premillennialism. I suspect that few could identify the scheme in a line-up of competing theological systems. Yet I also believe that, if asked, virtually all would affirm that the Lord alone will bring history to a close, one way or another, sooner or later. They remain quietly confident that the God of ages past is also the God of ages future. That may not be good enough for hard-core prophecy buffs who have the end-times all spelled out in lurid detail, but it is more than good enough for millions of other evangelical Christians. They understand, as the young woman who knocked on my office door did not, that simple faithfulness counts too.

Charles Atlas with a Halo: America’s Billy Graham

A Prophet with Honor: The Billy Graham Story.

By William Martin. Morrow, 735 pp., $25.00.

 

Someone has quipped that an evangelical can be defined as anyone who really likes Billy Graham. If so, there are a lot of evangelicals out there. The number of people who have seen him in person or on television, or heard him on the radio, or read his newspaper column or monthly magazine or one of his books, staggers the imagination. Nearly 40 years ago 100,000 souls jammed Yankee Stadium in 105-degree heat for the closing night of Graham's New York crusade. That 12-week endeavor drew 2 million hearers, the longest-running and best attended event in the history of Madison Square Garden. The story was pretty much the same wherever he preached--Chicago, Los Angeles, Washington, Denver. Invariably, or almost invariably, Graham drew the largest crowds in memory.

Overseas Graham's appeal proved even greater. Three years before the New York meetings, Graham attracted 185,000 faithful in a driving rain to Wembley Stadium, topping the crowd at the 1948 Olympics and marking the largest religious gathering in British history. Five years later he obliterated attendance records at the Melbourne Cricket Grounds, including those set there by the 1956 Olympics. The closing service of Graham's 1973 Seoul crusade drew 1,120,000 seekers (a count made possible by a painted grid on the ground). That figure still stands as the largest religious gathering in history. But numbers of even that magnitude shrink to insignificance with the advent of satellite-link television. The quarter million who packed Rio's Maracana Soccer Stadium in 1974 were overshadowed by the additional 50 million who watched the live TV broadcast, personally arranged by Brazil's president. Graham dwarfed that figure in Hong Kong in 1990 when, on his 72nd birthday, he addressed 100 million viewers through a live-link network strung across the Asian continent-almost certainly the largest aggregation of souls ever to hear about Jesus Christ.

Attendance figures of that sort might be difficult to swallow if they were not backed up by other kinds of evidence of Graham's prominence. But they are. Graham's magazine, Decision, shows up each month in 2 million mailboxes in 163 countries, making it the most widely distributed religious periodical in the world. The headquarters of the Billy Graham Evangelistic Association (BGEA) in Minneapolis receives 145,000 letters per week, twice that number per day during the quarterly TV broadcasts. Like letters to Santa Claus, some bear only two words of address: "Billy Graham." The evangelist has nabbed a spot on the Gallup Poll's Ten Most Admired Men list more often than anyone--32 times in 40 years. When he opened a crusade in his home town of Charlotte, North Carolina, in the fall of 1971, schoolchildren, government workers and store clerks got a holiday, as the governor of the state, U.S. senators from North and South Carolina and the secretary of the treasury showed up to pay tribute. In a 1978 Ladies Home Journal survey, under the category "achievements in religion," Graham outstripped everyone except God. Later Graham was listed by Life magazine as one of the 100 most important Americans of the 20th century (the only other religious figure being Graham's perennial critic, Reinhold Niebuhr). Possibly the most telling index of Graham's status is, however, a letter in the Nixon Archives in which one woman wrote the president to see if he could get her an appointment with Billy Graham. Little wonder that the London Evening News affectionately dubbed him "Charles Atlas with a Halo."

If those marks of approval are not enough to establish Graham's standing as the most lionized religious figure of modem history, the bitterness and persistence of the hostility he has provoked surely is. Back in the 1930s when he was first learning his craft by holding forth on the street corners of Tampa, Florida, he found that outdoor preaching was a hard dollar. It often meant putting up with sneering spectators or worse, as when he was slugged by an irate tavern-keeper who saw his business floating away. Opposition has dogged Graham's career. As late as 1978, long after his status as a virtual demigod had been established in most parts of the Western world, hecklers in Scandinavia hurled rotten fruit, cream pies and garbage.

Yet physical punishment of that sort was minor compared to the verbal abuse he endured year in, year out. Journalist Garry Wills once described Graham's friendship with Nixon as an "alliance of moral dwarves." Graham was invited onto TV talk shows, then charged with being "psychologically sick" and telling "sanctified lies" to hoodwink the gullible. Liberal church people knew a rat when they smelled one. A CHRISTIAN CENTURY writer panned him for not having a "glimmer of a notion about what is really going on in the world," while another CENTURY pundit termed his prayer at Nixon's inauguration a "raucous harangue." In Uppsala a Lutheran seminary put out a booklet assailing Graham's ministry as "spiritual rape." Back in New York, Union Seminary's Reinhold Niebuhr denounced Graham's sermons as simplistic and the thousands of conversions that putatively followed them as shallow and meaningless. When Graham sought an audience with Niebuhr to discuss their common goals, Niebuhr refused.

The most venomous criticism came not from the left, however, but from the right. Once Graham made it clear that he would work with anyone who would work with him, liberal, Catholic or otherwise, hard-core fundamentalists coiled up and struck without mercy or discrimination. Bob Jones--founder of the college Graham first attended declared that Graham had done "more harm to the cause of Jesus Christ than any living man." When Jones died, Bob. Jr., dispatched a note to Graham warning that he would not be welcome at the funeral.

With a pedigree like that, there is little wonder that Graham has been the subject of thousands of articles and several full-dress biographies. Some, such as John Pollock's Billy Graham: Evangelist to the World, were breathless descriptions of the "gee whiz, ain’t he the greatest?" variety. Others, such as Marshall Frady's Billy Graham: A Parable of American Righteousness, dripped with condescension. Now comes Rice University sociologist William Martin. His volume may not be the Mother of All Biographies, but it is hard to imagine any scholar tackling the subject for at least another decade. Two and one-half years in the writing, this massive, densely packed volume reflects scores of interviews with Graham and his associates, plus a sedulous reading of thousands of pages of archival materials.

Martin's account is beautifully limned, often painfully funny, sometimes nothing short of inspired. Though Graham authorized the biography, neither he nor anyone else in the BGEA exercised editorial control. Martin tells us that he considers fairness the cardinal virtue of a scholar. If that is the criterion for sainthood, Martin should be canonized. He strains to give Graham the benefit of the doubt but also makes clear that he possesses feet of clay. Or to borrow a line Martin applies to Lyndon

Johnson, Graham emerges as a "flawed but titanic figure," all the more admirable because of the reality of his faults.

Martin does not mount a tightly focused argument, but three large themes do weave in and out of the story. One is the "cozy symbiosis" between church and state that marked Graham's career from the beginning. Martin marshals incontestable evidence that for the better part of four decades the top echelons of the U.S. government--and a good many foreign governments too, for that matter--were never more than a phone call away. As far back as 1952, when Graham was still breaking in his white-buck evangelist's shoes, House Speaker Sam Rayburn persuaded Congress to permit him to conduct the first ever worship service on the Capitol steps. So it went year after year. Though Graham's ties to the political establishment became less cozy in the 1980s (more on that later), he never wholly disappeared from the corridors of secular power. His presence in the White House on the night of January 16, 1991, seemed to legitimate, if not sanctify, Bush's decision to bomb Baghdad.

Graham's links with a succession of American presidents is particularly revealing. He never managed to gain a beachhead with Truman, and his relationships with Kennedy and Carter could be described as politely cool. But for all the others, there is substantial evidence that he really did function as unofficial chaplain and close friend. Journalists have fixed upon Graham's intimate ties with Nixon, which is understandable, for the record proves that their locker-room camaraderie was real. Yet Martin suggests that it was Johnson, not Nixon, who really won Graham's heart. Graham knew that Johnson was no saint, but mutual respect for the extraordinary talent each possessed and a common commitment to Jesus Christ bonded the two leviathans in a friendship that was as deep and as genuine as either man ever knew.

There is considerable irony in Graham's insistence, especially before Nixon's debacle, that his ministry transcended politics. He seems never to have grasped that perennial hobnobbing with presidents and secretaries of state telegraphed approval of current policies, or that he could not credibly declare that there was no American he admired more than Nixon and then insist on his impartiality in the next election. One Graham associate may have said it best when he confided to Martin, "Billy still has no idea of how badly Nixon snookered him."

Still, there is another side to the story. Though Martin clearly is troubled by the incongruities, if not outright disingenuousness, of Graham's track record in those matters, he also makes it clear that more often than not Graham was the hunted, not the hunter. High politicos went out of their way to have their photos taken with Graham, knowing all too well that his benign presence was worth a good ten or 20 points in the approval ratings. On the whole, one is hard-pressed to find examples of other leaders, religious or otherwise, who did a better job of managing access to so much power, especially when it presented itself as the power to do good.

A second persistent theme of the biography is the extraordinary affinity between Graham's personality and ideals on one hand and American middle-class values on the other. Though Martin does not suggest, with Fray, that Graham served as little more than a "parable of American righteousness," he does propose that the man and the message fit the spirit of the age and the culture with uncanny precision. At the most obvious level, the sociological one, it is clear that when Graham spoke, middle America heard itself. Martin's descriptions of the folk who showed up at Graham's crusades always circle back to the same set of adjectives: solid, hard-working, neighborly, patriotic, family-respecting, God-fearing. Among those folk, Martin deadpans, he found few who looked like they were accustomed to sipping Chablis at the Boston Pops, and fewer still who looked like they were headed for a Bruins slugfest to raise a little hell. The same was true of Graham himself, who in dress, diction and demeanor never rose much above his constituency. You could almost smell the aroma of Mom's apple pie in everything he said. Scan the platform, scan the crowd, Martin suggests: everyone would fit in with the Dothan, Alabama, Lion's Club--the very middle of the middle class.

Besides representing middling social status, Graham has exemplified other aspects of America's image of itself. Whether the folks of middle America actually measured up to their own ideals is beside the point. Graham did it for them. He knew, first of all, how to keep his sexual and financial affairs in order. Investigative snoops never managed to turn up a hint of impropriety on either front. Graham's relation to money was particularly note-worthy. In 1950 he put himself on an annual salary, pegged at the level of a successful urban pastor. In 1991 that sum was $80,000. That figure shrinks to insignificance when measured against the $70 million in small change that annually flows into the BGEA coffers, or the additional millions that his books, weekly newspaper column and speaking engagements bring in each year. It dwindles even more when ranked against the multimillion-dollar offers Graham regularly turned down over the years to star in TV shows or run for political office.

The crusades epitomized middle America's penchant for rational forethought. Early on, Graham figured out that revivals had to be worked up as well as prayed down. His now-famous 1949 Los Angeles crusade, where William Randolph Hearst supposedly "discovered" and presented him to the nation like an evangelical debutante, was in fact a meticulously orchestrated event, accompanied by a storm of handbills, billboards and full-page newspaper ads heralding "America's Sensational Young Evangelist"--accompanied of course by a "Dazzling Array of Gospel Talent." The BGEA, incorporated in 1950, quickly established itself as the best-oiled and smoothest-running advance-planning machine in the business. The arrangements that went into the 1986 District of Columbia crusade were typical of the big rallies of the later years: 500,000 personal invitations issued, 400,000 packets of material mailed to area homes, thousands of prayer groups meeting regularly for months ahead, 4,000 workers trained to counsel with "inquirers," another thousand prepared for follow-up work. Though spit-and-polish advance men from the BGEA handled the technical arrangements, some 1,750 pastors from 79 denominations in the capital region cooperated throughout.

Rational forethought meant predictability. Moms and dads wondering whether they wanted to cope with the crusade throngs at least could be confident that the kids would not be subjected to a tirade against Roman Catholics or a harangue about American foreign policy. They knew what to expect: George Beverly Shea crooning "How Great Thou Art," a converted athlete assuring them that "Coach Jesus" would never cut them from the gospel squad, a born-again starlet promising that the biggest thrill was to see one's name not in marquee lights but in the Lamb's Book of Life. Then Graham's sermon, fueled by incessant pacing, stabbing gestures and machine-gun delivery--clocked by frantic stenographers at 240 words per minute. The sermon would begin with a gaggle of jokes as homegrown as the crops he used to raise on his father's farm. Hitting his stride, Graham would proceed to tick off a list of the world's problems (with none too much attention to getting the facts exactly straight). Soon he would come forcefully to the point: Christ and Christ alone offered the only lasting solution to those problems. Martin perceptively suggests that Graham's crusades resembled a huge homecoming reunion, cheerfully undoctrinal, warmly reassuring. All that was lacking, he might well have added, was the Chevrolet theme song, "Listen to the Heartbeat of America."

Arguably, Norman Rockwell's middle America found its fullest expression--sociologically, culturally, perhaps even theologically--in post-World War II evangelicalism, sometimes called the New Evangelicalism. In that respect too Graham symbolized an era and a culture. Martin intimates that it was Graham, above all, who midwifed evangelicalism into existence in the 1950s, giving it a genial identity separate from the sulfuric fulminations of the fundamentalists. He played a leading role in developing the nation's two most influential evangelical seminaries, Fuller in California and Gordon-Conwell in Massachusetts. Discerning that there were numerous evangelicals within the mainline denominations for whom the CHRISTIAN CENTURY did not speak, Graham played a pivotal role in launching the rival Christianity Today as a forum for moderately conservative thought on religious and political affairs. The latter soon became (and remains) the most widely read serious religious periodical in the U.S. More important, perhaps, Graham orchestrated the World Congress on Evangelism in Berlin in 1966, the International Congress on Evangelism in Lausanne in 1974, and the International Congress on Itinerant Evangelists in Amsterdam in 1983 and 1986. Those conferences, which cost the BGEA tens of millions of dollars, galvanized evangelicalism as a worldwide phenomenon with a voice comparable to the Vatican and the left-leaning World Council of Churches.

The third major theme of the book is hard to snag in a word or two. For lack of a better term it might be called the transforming power of a second chance. Graham himself presents a classic example of the way that a man can mature and, in the process, come to see things in a dramatically new and enriched way. Back in the 1950s (to crib a line Martin Marty used about someone else), Graham saw communists everywhere he looked, and he looked everywhere. One prominent newspaper aptly dubbed him "Communism's Public Enemy Number One." Although the young Graham refused to countenance segregated seating in his crusades (often at the price of sullen resistance from white supporters), he seems to have expended equal energy urging civil rights protesters to go slow--giving credence to Reinhold Niebuhr's charge that he expected Christians to give up peccadillos like smoking and cussing overnight, but overcoming racism might understandably take a while. The same pattern defined Graham's reaction to Vietnam and other pressing issues of the day: grudging recognition that the American barque may have suffered a crack or two, but confidence that on the whole it was seaworthy.

By the early 1980s the secular and religious press had awakened to the fact that somewhere along the way a Christian statesman had emerged from the cocoon of southern evangelicalism. This change came to the media's attention at a conference on nuclear weapons that Graham attended in Moscow in 1982. He knew that the meeting was little more than a communist propaganda ploy, but he also sensed that the threat of a nuclear holocaust was so grave he had to take a stand for disarmament, despite resistance from the Reagan administration and steel-tipped invectives from the Religious Right. Graham's courage in that situation betokened a deepening and broadening of perspective that had been in the making for well over a decade. He had come to articulate progressive views on homelessness, capital punishment and the government's role in eradicating poverty. Eschewing American triumphalism, he sought to hold himself as accountable to Christians in India as in Indiana. Some activists, particularly in civil rights, still upbraided him for fecklessness. But in the view of most observers--from Dan Rather to the bestowers of the Templeton Award–the Reverend Mr. Graham had become the Reverend Dr. Graham, a forceful voice for world peace, social justice and ecological sanity.

The same broadening was evident in the content of Graham's preaching. Imprecations about the yawning jaws of hell gave way to a more pastoral concern with loneliness, meaningless and the fear of death. For those perennial griefs there was of course only one lasting solution: a life-transforming commitment to Jesus Christ. Though Graham never softened that fundamental insistence, in the late 1970s and 1980s the outer layers of the message changed significantly. He tempered his views on the automatic damnation of non-Christians, spoke less of satanic forces in human affairs, avoided the technicalities of premillennialist theology, talked positively of the charismatic movement and urged more compassion and less pontificating on the subjects of divorce and wayward adolescents. He distanced himself from the Religious Right, having learned the hard way that the preacher and the politician dance together at their own peril.

All those changes seem to have stemmed from a deeper transformation in personality and temperament. Not that Graham ever had been ungracious or immodest. Indeed, from the 1940s onward, journalists invariably commented on his warmth and humility. Even those who disliked his message usually came away, as one initially hostile British interviewer did, admitting that the bloke obviously was a saint. The deep-seated transformation that Martin describes had to do rather with a certain largeness of spirit less evident in the earlier years. "In groups which in my ignorant piousness I formerly 'frowned upon,’" Graham confessed, "I have found men so dedicated to Christ and so in love with the truth that I have felt unworthy to be in their presence." Though he made few if any explicit concessions to theological liberalism, he came to believe that his task was not to denounce anyone, but only and always to proclaim a redeeming message of salvation. What an unbelieving world most needs to see in the church, he added in a telling postscript, was a unanimity not of doctrine but of love. That new breadth of outlook may have stemmed from Graham's increasingly frequent contacts with impoverished and embattled Christians in the Third World and behind the iron curtain. Or it may be the kind of wisdom one expects from a man who has been blessed with sufficient years to see his large brood of grandchildren grow to responsible adulthood. Whatever the source, it is difficult to think of any modern world leader who manifested more striking earmarks of political and spiritual growth.

As Graham’s half-century world ministry draws to a close, what does it all amount to? What are the results of hundreds of crusades launched and millions of dollars spent? Martin the sociologist is surprisingly diffident at this point. He describes the quantitative studies that have been devoted to answering this question, but admits that the results are confusing and seem to depend to an inordinate degree upon the assumptions of the investigator. At least one thing is clear: the majority of the hundreds of thousands of inquirers who came forward over the years were not first-time converts but rededicators. Martin rightly brushes aside any suggestion that a rededication of one's life to Christ was any less momentous than a first-time conversion. Those persons were effectively saying, "I am now ready to assume the responsibility of living as a Christian."

Still, the question remains: How long did those commitments last? How many of those rededications took deep root and withstood the hectoring gales of life's winter seasons? Again, the arithmetic is almost impossible to figure. When two prepubescent boys toss their hats in the air as they skip across the stadium field on their way to the inquiry room, Martin dryly notes, it is evident that not every conversion flows from the "deepest well-springs of heart or mind." But Graham always knew that. And it may well be that here, as in most affairs that truly matter, the sociologists' spreadsheets are beside the point. When the computers are shut down and the lights turned off, the letters--the millions of letters that made their way to "Billy Graham, Minneapolis, Minnesota"--remain. What those missals indisputably attest is that Graham helped ordinary men and women find new water in wells that had long since run dry.

"I am still a man in process," Graham recently told Martin. Though what he said was true, it may have been more true than he realized. Graham's own pilgrimage toward a profounder understanding of the Christian faith is living proof of what it means to enjoy a second chance, to be given an opportunity to take another look and rethink one's deepest commitments--and maybe even redo the rest of one's life. That may be a poor man's definition of divine grace, but it is also what the Billy Graham story is ultimately all about.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Historical Jesus and the Life of Faith

A Marginal Jew: Rethinking the Historical Jesus (Vol. 1): The Roots of the Problem and the Person, by John P. Meier. Doubleday 484 pp., $25.00

The Historical Jesus: The Life of a Mediterranean Jewish Peasant, by John Dominic Crossan. Harper-SanFrancisco, 507 pp., $30.00.

These two lively books represent strikingly different methodologies and present some strikingly different results. Their very differences illustrate both the possibilities and the problems of research into the historical Jesus. A fuller comparison of the two works will have to await publication of Meier's second volume, which will begin with Jesus' public ministry. Meier's first volume takes us only to that point about halfway through Crossan's work where Crossan moves from issues of background to discuss the teachings, activities and passion of Jesus. However, we can already see differences in the way the two scholars carry out their search.

Meier's attempt to reconstruct Jesus' ministry relies almost exclusively on textual evidence. "Our goal will be primarily the ascertaining of reliable data, not sophisticated sociological interpretation of the data via models," he writes. One of the great strengths of Meier's book is his judicious sifting of sources in the first five chapters. After a careful analysis of the texts, Meier concludes that almost all the appropriate evidence for the historical Jesus is to be found in the canonical Gospels. Josephus provides only modest testimony that Jesus lived and had followers. Other pagan writers tell us a bit about the early community of Jesus' followers. "Contrary to some scholars," Meier states, "I do not think that the rabbinic material, the agrapha, the apocryphal gospels, and the Nag Hammadi codices (in particular The Gospel of Thomas) offer us reliable new information or authentic sayings that are independent of the NT."

Meier's criteria for evaluating the Gospel material refine those used by scholars like Joachim Jeremias and Norman Perrin over the past several decades. His primary criteria for determining what comes from Jesus are these: 1) Is the material so embarrassing that the church wouldn't have retained it unless it had historical grounding? 2) Is the material "discontinuous," that is, is it different enough from other first-century material, either from Judaism or the early church, that it cannot easily be attributed to those sources? (Meier admits that this criterion may depend on our knowing more about both Judaism and the early church than we actually do. He also nods to the problem raised by stressing Jesus' historical peculiarities. Will not such a criterion result only in a picture of his oddities, and not of his place in a trajectory of tradition? At its worst, as one of my colleagues points out, a Jesus who was simply "discontinuous" with his heritage and his heirs would be unintelligible.) 3) Is there attestation for a saying or a deed in more than one stream of early Christian tradition? 4) Is a saying or deed coherent with what we have established about Jesus by using the other criteria? 5) Does this saying help explain why Jesus was rejected and executed?

Meier's book is a model of that kind of scholarship we rightly praise as "judicious." Nonetheless, the book is as interesting for its biases as for its measured judgments, and these biases present some questions for the reader seeking to know the "historical" Jesus. Clearly, Meier is continually in conversation not just with Christian piety but specifically with Catholic dogma. Otherwise why does he pay so much attention to the question of whether Jesus had biological brothers and sisters? One would think that the disinterested historian (however ideal a construct) could dispose of that issue quickly, even while reaching Meier's conclusions. But because Meier needs to be in debate with dogma and church tradition about Mary's perpetual virginity, he devotes considerable space to answering claims that otherwise would merit only passing notice. Similarly, questions about whether Jesus was a priest arise not because the documents present any legitimate reason even to raise the question, but because the Book of Hebrews regards him as high priest, and certain theological strains within Roman Catholicism have highlighted those texts. Meier's further concern about whether Jesus was married springs in part from Roman Catholicism's tradition of celibacy. All this is not to say that Meier doesn't reach persuasive conclusions, only that the documents themselves do not seem to require such an expenditure of space and energy.

One is also bound to wonder if a neutral historian could possibly end up as Meier does in leaving the question open whether Jesus was conceived by a human father. Whatever one may wish to hold as a believer, as a historian how can one posit any other option? And a final question can be raised about Meier's intriguing use of the word "marginal" to refer to Jesus. As a kind of rhetorical come-on it works reasonably well, but the meaning of the term seems to shift from place to place within Meier's work. At the very least one can ask whether the lack of press given to Jesus by non-Christians in the first century means that he was marginal--or just that he was not very famous.

That every generation discovers the historical Jesus that it needs is a commonplace. I was intrigued when, in the course of reading Meier's book, I coincidentally came across an account of a symposium on the work of Franz Schubert. Of the symposium's quest for the historical Schubert, the reviewer wrote, "The view of Schubert as a 'marginal' composer is itself not a marginal view, but in the mainstream of contemporary interpretation. Our cultural pantheon practically requires marginality and alienation as an entrance requirement" (Edward Rothstein, New York Times, February 4).

Any assumption that a party line exists among Roman Catholic scholars searching for the historical Jesus disappears when we compare Crossan's work to Meier's. In the first part of his work, Crossan draws heavily on just the kind of sociological and anthropological models Meier avoids. In the second part of the work, Crossan seeks to sketch the historical Jesus on the basis of a carefully defined methodology. He examines only (or almost only) those texts that come from the earliest layer of the traditions about Jesus and which have multiple attestation. In many ways the heart of his argument is found not in the text but in the almost algebraic appendices. Checking through that material item by item requires a considerable commitment of time and enthusiasm, though fortunately Crossan brings enough of this painstaking research into the text to give us a good idea of his procedures.

The appearance that Crossan is arguing from hard data, however, can be deceptive. Crossan's reconstruction is controversial not by virtue of his appeal to early texts and multiple attestation. The questionable aspects of his enterprise consist rather in his decisions as to what shall count as the earliest layer of the tradition, and in his further decisions concerning which material forms discrete clusters of the Jesus tradition.

Unlike Meier, Crossan takes the Gospel of Thomas very seriously, arguing that it includes early source material for Jesus' teaching. Unlike many scholars, he thinks that a Secret Gospel of Mark was edited to produce the later canonical Gospel of Mark, and that behind the Gospel of Peter lies a "Cross Gospel" which provides our earliest tradition about Jesus' passion. When it comes to the issue of clustering material, Crossan can include in one complex, for example, Jesus' words from the synoptic Gospels about becoming like little children and his word to Nicodemus about being born again from the Gospel of John. Material which most scholars would keep separate Crossan does not shrink from joining together. I hope it is not only my stuffy orthodoxy that makes me more comfortable with Meier's attachment to canonical sources and (I assume) to more obvious textual parallels; but to follow Crossan is to move into territory where not many scholars have ventured before. That is part of the book's excitement.

What I found most stimulating in Crossan is probably equally tendentious: his sociological and anthropological description of the world in which Jesus lived. Unfortunately, the lines between that background and Jesus himself are left largely implicit, though clearly models of "brokerage" –or mediation--provide a central clue. In a way Crossan, whose books often interpret parables for us, himself writes in a parabolic style. Here's this; there's that. You put them together. This is a long book, and I sometimes wanted the parable maker to provide interpretation.

Both books, explicitly and implicitly, pose a larger question. What is the significance of research about Jesus' life and times for Christian theology and for the faith of Christian people? Let me address this question by first sketching a response to the broader issue, and then by responding to Meier's and Crossan's own suggestions.

At some moment, generally identified with the enlightenment, Christians discovered that a distinction can be drawn between the texts of Scripture and the history behind it. To this day Christians adjudicate that difference in varied ways. Some Christians want to maintain that the distinction itself is a confusion infecting the church from alien humanistic disciplines. The Gospels, they contend, are history; rightly read they state historical facts about Jesus. Christians who believe this are apt to claim that reading the Gospels as biography presents no problems, though of course the complicated harmonizations and interpretations to which they often resort show that they are mired in a very great problem indeed. The Gospel "histories" are not easily harmonized.

At the opposite extreme, other Christians, influenced by Rudolf Bultmann but moving beyond him have held that the stories about Jesus and the early preaching do tell us who God is and how we can relate to God in faith. In their judgment, however, faith is not dependent on any historical research, not even the research that assures us that there was a Jesus of Nazareth. Most of these Christians do not deny that Jesus was a historical figure, but they do not believe that his, historicity is a requirement for faith.

To be sure, over the years Christians have offered subtly shaded arguments concerning faith and history which range between these extreme positions. Some Christians acknowledge the distinction between the Gospel stories and the history behind them and argue that the starting point for Christian theology is not the faith of the New Testament but the teaching and ministry of Jesus. In the earlier years of this century Joachim Jeremias wrote a number of books seeking to help us find the historical Jesus on the assumption that his teaching was the first word, though not necessarily the last word, for Christian theology.

Bultmann himself, certainly the most influential New Testament scholar of this century, shifted the focus of attention somewhat. He argued that Jesus' teaching is the presupposition of the theology of the New Testament but is not itself part of that theology. For Bultmann, Christian faith begins with the preaching about Jesus, and Christian theology flowers for the first time in Paul and the Fourth Gospel, neither of which pays much heed to historically verifiable facts about Jesus' ministry. In the end, Bultmann does not wish to divorce Christian faith from history: that Jesus lived and was crucified are necessary presuppositions of our faith. Our faith, however, derives not from those historical facts but from the preaching that interprets them.

Still other Christian theologians and biblical scholars maintain that faith is built not on what we know about the historical Jesus, nor on interpretations that offer the demythologized message of the New Testament texts, but on what we find in the texts themselves. Hans Frei, a historian who reflected upon the history of biblical interpretation, was a theologian who called us to faith in Jesus Christ as presented in the texts, not behind the texts. In many ways Frei seems to make explicit what Karl Barth argued implicitly in most of his interpretation of biblical texts. Some of these Christians who focus on the canon think historical-critical research is very helpful in strengthening our interpretation of the texts of Scripture. Others think it's time to move on.

My irenic teacher Nils A. Dahl represents a kind of middle ground between the most extreme positions.

That faith is relatively uninterested in the historical Jesus research does not mean that it is absolutely uninterested in it. To draw this conclusion would be a kerygmatic theological Docetism, or even a denial of faith in God as Creator, under whose worldly rule even the historian does his service as a scholar. The fact that Jesus can be made an object of historical critical research is given with the incarnation and cannot be denied by faith, if the latter is to remain true to itself [The Crucified Messiah and Other Essays, 1974].

I want to suggest that Dahl is correct on both scores. Appropriately, faith is relatively uninterested in historical-Jesus research, because such research does not focus on the central source of faith: the witness to Jesus Christ proclaimed by the church and contained in Scripture. Faith is not absolutely uninterested in such research, because historical research does provide fascinating and sometimes even useful footnotes to our faith--angles of vision on our sources.

Consider, for example, the "last words" of Jesus on the cross. Despite attempts of harmonizers and oratorio librettists to concoct something called the Seven Last Words, Jesus' words from the cross in each Gospel provide a perspective on each evangelist's particular theological understanding of the crucifixion. For Mark, Jesus is the abandoned Son of God, the suffering one. For Matthew, Jesus is the Messiah who resists the temptation to evade his destiny. For Luke, Jesus is the innocent and faithful one whose courageous and merciful death foreshadows the death of Stephen and presumably of martyrs in Luke's own time. For John, Jesus dies triumphantly; his death is also his exaltation.

Suppose what is unlikely -- that we find documentary evidence that supports one of these versions of Jesus' last words as being historically more accurate than the others. What will change in our theological understanding of the crucifix-

ion? Nothing. Do we revise our lectionaries so that each Passion Sunday or Good Friday we preach only on the "authentic" version of the Last Words? Of course not. The new information might be exceedingly interesting, but it would not be normative for faith, preaching or dogma. Or suppose Crossan turns out to be right that not one follower of Jesus witnessed his death. He was crucified in a mass execution and dumped unceremoniously in a mass grave. Then the early Christians, seeking to make theological sense of a human absurdity, foraged the Old Testament to find texts that might give purpose to what appeared purposeless. They then gave narrative shape to their exegesis, telling the story of the Passion according to the Old Testament motifs they had found. That shaping, I would argue, is precisely what we reflect on theologically and what we preach on Good Friday. The narrative that conjoins faith in the God of Israel and trust in the executed one is central for our faith--not the possible but unprovable scenario Crossan provides.

In matters not quite so central to faith, however--but central to our being in the world as Christian people--historical research into the crucifixion has already proved helpful. For instance, historical scholarship has shown that the portrayal of the Jewish people and their leaders in much of the Gospel material is highly tendentious. The Gospels, whatever else they may be, are also first-century religious propaganda, and like all propaganda they present a polemical view of the opposition. The church's opponents are retrojected into Jesus' story to become Jesus' opponents, and are presented in ways that are almost certainly historically inaccurate and deliberately provocative.

Starting with the clear historical reminder that crucifixion was a Roman, not a Jewish, form of execution, and with clear evidence of an editor's heavy hand in material like Matthew 27:25 ("His blood be on us and on our children!"), historians help us understand that the Judaism of Jesus' time was more diverse, interesting and grace-filled than the Gospels would lead us to think, and that the crucifixion cannot be understood as simply the result of a religious plot against Jesus carried out by the Jewish people or their leaders. The Gospels by themselves will not yield that insight. In our attempt to live responsibly and faithfully with our Jewish neighbors this scholarly correction is a helpful caution against our consistent temptation to bear false witness. The historical quest cannot anchor our faith, but it can broaden our charity and increase our wisdom.

While historical research cannot validate our faith, it may call faith into question. Of course, different Christians will have different lists of theoretically disturbing evidence, but within the community of faith the lists are discussable.

If we discover evidence that the disciples did steal Jesus' body and that they made up the story of the resurrection, a considerable amount of Christian testimony would be thrown into doubt. If we discover the body, such a conclusion would be less clear. Why? Some theological understandings of resurrection, including Crossan's, I take it, do not presuppose an empty tomb. None, I think, allows for fraud.

If we discover that Jesus was notoriously nasty to sinners and tax-collectors and that in a stunning example of deceit his disciples turned the evidence upside down, crucial elements of Christian faith and practice would be threatened.

The list could be extended, but not indefinitely.

Jesus of Nazareth's resurrection from the dead, surely the presupposition of the New Testament and Christian faith, is inaccessible to historical research. If this is so, then faith is based more centrally on the witness of the texts than on our best hypotheses about the history behind those texts. Apart from faith in the resurrection no kerygma would have been proclaimed and no Gospel would have been written. Yet resurrection faith is an elusive datum for the historian, and resurrection itself is an impossible one. The cornerstone of faith is the stumbling block for historical study. At best historians try to find acceptable analogies to resurrection stories--Crossan suggests that Holy Saturday may have lasted years and that presumably at the end of that long period faith somehow emerged. Such a claim is only barely comprehensible as history. Crossan's corollary claim, that Jesus continues to live with the faithful, is simply out of bounds for historical research.

Put most simply, the quest for the historical Jesus cannot be very near the center of Christian faith because it necessarily evades the issue with which Christian faith starts: Who is Jesus? not, Who was he? Historical quests are not equipped to answer questions about Jesus as present to believers. Of course, neither Meier nor Crossan thinks that historical research is sufficient to faith. Each in his own way suggests that historical research is useful to faith, but both are more sanguine than I about just how useful.

Meier presents his theological apology for the historical task in the seventh chapter of his book. The quest for the historical Jesus reminds Christians that Jesus was a particular person, not just a symbol. The quest for the historical Jesus guards against docetism. The quest for the historical Jesus emphasizes the nonconformist aspects of Jesus' ministry. The quest for the historical Jesus eludes our attempts to force the gospel into any box of contemporary relevance. Jesus' "refusal to be held fast by any given school of thought is what drives theologians onward into new paths; hence the historical Jesus remains a constant stimulus to theological renewal," Meier writes.

As a description of the way historical research has inspired theological reflection, Meier's words have considerable merit. Yet could we not also say that the Gospels remind us that Jesus was a particular person, that the canon guards against docetism, that the evangelists present not only a man who did not conform to the world's standards but a Lord who continually calls us to his cause, and that the New Testament itself stands in judgment over our quick embrace of this relevance or that? Moreover, the canon is a gift of God for the people of God. Its meaning emerges in our conversation with one another as people of faith. Christian faith need not depend on scholars' best guesses about what lies behind the canon, nor await the academy's authorization.

Crossan rightly reminds us that the text of the New Testament is itself a reconstruction. (He is comparing it to the famous multicolored text published by the Jesus Seminar where scholars vote on the probable authenticity of sayings attributed to Jesus.) Of his own book he says:

This book, then, is a scholarly reconstruction of the historical Jesus.... But one cannot dismiss it or the search for the historical Jesus as mere reconstruction, as if reconstruction invalidated somehow the entire project. Because there is only reconstruction. For a believing Christian both the life of the Word of God and the text of the Word of God are alike a graded process of historical reconstruction .... If you cannot believe in something produced by reconstruction, you may have nothing left to believe in.

Yes and no. For all the problems with establishing the New Testament text, the reconstructions based on early manuscripts of canonical books do not for the most part differ wildly from one another (as, say, Crossan's reconstruction of Jesus' life, which views the Secret Gospel of Mark as a better source than canonical Mark, differs from more traditional reconstructions). Further, for Christians it is the life of the Word of God as witnessed in the text of the Word of God that elicits faith. To be sure, a critical Greek text of the New Testament is the work of a committee of scholars, and when we read it, it has probably been translated by yet another committee. Yet we have rightly decided that we will read these historical reconstructions of the life of Jesus in our studies and our classrooms. We will read the imperfect translations of those imperfect critical editions of the text when we preach, invite people to the Lord's table, discuss social ministry, baptize new Christians or bury our dead. The canon itself is central to our faith. These two books are footnotes. Very good footnotes indeed.

 

 

 

 

 

New and Old Together (Gen. 1:1-5; Mk. 1:4-11)

Early on in my lectionary study and preaching I learned to take the assigned limits of the biblical passages as suggestive rather than prescriptive. I found occasionally that assigned passages began too late or ended too soon for the movement of the pericope, and once in a while odd excisions were made right in the middle of the text.

The most obvious and perhaps the most telling connection between the first chapter of Mark and the first chapter of Genesis is to be found in what the lectionary committee omitted from Mark:

"In the beginning when god created the heavens and the earth . . . ." (Gen. 1:1, NRSV) , and "The beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God" (Mark 1:1)

Both passages are about beginnings -- not modest but spectacular beginnings: the beginning of God’s creation and the beginning of God’s good news in Jesus Christ. Borrowing a suggestion from St. Paul, we can say that both passages are about creation: the creation of the universe and the new creation in which we participate as believers in Jesus’ gospel, good news.

For Mark the beginning of the good news of Jesus Christ is Jesus’ baptism. Matthew and Luke both begin with Jesus’ birth, or rather before Jesus’ birth in the lists of his ancestors and the report of visions and prophecies to Mary and Joseph, Elizabeth and Zechariah. John begins explicitly with creation: "In the beginning was the Word."

Mark, the earliest Gospel, begins not with the beginning of Jesus’ life but with the beginning of his ministry. Yet this remarkable first, this new moment in human history, is not brand new. Implicitly, by his first sentence, Mark links new creation to creation, gospel to Genesis. Explicitly Mark links the events of Jesus’ ministry to the promises of the Old Testatment. Before Jesus comes on the scene, Mark recalls the prophecy to Isaiah: "See, I am sending my messenger ahead of you, who will prepare your way." John the Baptist is himself a link between old and new. He fulfills Isaiah’s prophecy. He is a prophetic figure. In dress and message he is especially reminiscent of the prophet Elijah.

We notice the odd juxtaposition. God is doing something utterly new. The gospel begins. But this utterly new gospel is nonetheless prepared for, related to what God has done from the beginning in creating the world and sending the prophets. Jesus stands at the beginning of a new history, but he is also the culmination of an ongoing history.

Mark marches naïvely or cleverly past the most problematic part of the story. How is it that Jesus can be baptized by John who proclaims "a baptism of repentance for the forgiveness of sins"? Mark concentrates instead on the signs that underscore the meaning of Jesus’ baptism for him. The heavens are torn apart and God’s Spirit descends. I heard Don Juel of Luther Northwestern Seminary share an insight of one of his students: From beginning to end (from the rent heavens to the rent veil in the temple) Mark’s Gospel is about God’s breaking out of the holy places to dwell with us -- in Jesus Christ. The divine voice confirms the meaning of the sign (again using words from the Old Testament, new and old together) : "You are my Son, the Beloved, with you I am well pleased" (see Ps. 2:7)

The lectionary may shortcut the passage at the end as well as at the beginning. in verses 12-13 the same Spirit who descends in blessing drives Jesus into the wilderness. In a few verses Mark sketches what becomes the temptation narrative in Matthew and Luke. Jesus, who brings a new creation, a new kingdom, the turning of the ages, lives among the beasts -- symbols of temptation and threat -- but is blessed by the angels -- symbols of astonishing promise.

There are undoubtedly great dangers in making any simpleminded connections between Jesus’ baptism and our baptisms. However, there are greater dangers in ignoring altogether the suggestions this story makes for our own lives.

In Mark’s Gospel Jesus’ baptism is a moment of almost incomprehensible drama. The creation of the earth foreshadows and is fulfilled by the new creation of the gospel. How different the place of baptism in our churches. Infant baptism is sometimes little more than a fulfillment of cultural expectations: send birth announcements, furnish the nursery, get the child baptized. And "believer’s" baptism may simply fulfill a set of cultural assumptions centered on adolescence rather than infancy: join the scouts, have your first date, get baptized.

However we understand the New Testament on baptism, surely we can acknowledge that in baptism every Christian participates in new creation. Add to our birthday this day of new birth. While the heavens probably are not rent in two and no divine voice may declare us members of God’s family, our baptism does seal our astonishing relationship to a gracious God. It is the beginning of the good news that we are part of God’s new creation. The moment of baptism calls for awe and delight; the point of baptism is to give us our most fundamental identity, as members of the family of faith.

Jesus’ baptism is tied to a history that leads back from John the Baptist to Isaiah to the first words of Genesis. Our new life is bound to those who prepared us for faith, and through them to the history of the church, to the good news of Jesus Christ, the Son of God, to the affirmations and promises of the "First Testament" and to God’s kindness in creating the universe. (The use of "First Testament" instead of "Old Testament" helps underscore what Mark affirms: in the new creation we gracefully accept what God has done in the Law and the Prophets. "Old Testament" sounds like yesterday’s news. For Mark and the church the Hebrew Bible is always part of today’s news, too.)

In our baptism the God who makes all things new makes us new, too, but brings us as new creatures into an ongoing saving history.

Habits of the Heart

Look closely. The authors are smiling. They have enjoyed their common work. Yet the smiles are forced; their subject does not elicit natural smiles. They are individuals. On the lower left, leaning in, is William M. Sullivan, who has already made a name for his important Reconstructing Public Philosophy. Next to him is Ann Swidler, a Stanford expert on schools. She allows a fraternal hand on the shoulder by Steven M. Tipton, standing right. This Emory professor is winning wide recognition as a "comer" in the new generation of social scientific experts on religion. His reaching, cordial posture helps symbolically to enclose the group. Richard Madsen, upper left, has written on morality and power in a Chinese village. We don’t know him yet, but we will. His hand in his pocket frames the picture just as Tipton’s does across the photograph.

In the center top position, standing a bit to the back and beaming most of all -- a mentor but not a patriarch -- is the best-known figure. Berkeley sociologist Robert N. Bellah. He has said, and is saying through this posture and this photograph, that this is a venture of people committed to the project, each other and a vision. Yet he is also an individual, one who has made a name and left a stamp. The public does not know him for his early work on Tokugawa Japan. But he scored in 1967 with a well-timed and now classic essay on civil religion in America. The theme is his patent. If that essay was cheery, he followed through a few years later, in a more sour time, with the somber The Broken Covenant (Seabury, 1975). The smile that he wears so easily does not disguise the heaviness of heart that has characterized his work through the ‘70s and 80s. This book is his book and not his book. He says that it is "his" most important to date, and that he is urgent about getting its message out. He is responsible for its final form. Yet it is genuinely an endeavor of common commitment. The four coauthors deserve and receive full credit. That is how things are and should be, where character, duty and virtue survive in a poor and broken world. Yes, the photograph can serve either as the books foreword or as its epilogue.

It is hard to picture a less fashionable book, one less tuned to the Zeitgeist. Those determined not to accept its theme will classify lines they do not like as ‘60ish. Those who find congenial its dream of a freshly committed American public community might think of it as offering a deferred hope, and thus as ‘90ish. Whatever else it is and does, it is not a cheerful report on the ‘80s and its "bread and circuses" politics. It does not cheer the simple competitive individualism that may be born of greed or may be born of altruism -- that offers so much short-term opportunity for managerial zealots and contains so much long-term threat of human debris and loss of community. Bellah and his coauthors are not at home with the emergent ethos, with its offer of what Robert Heilbroner has called ‘private morale" at the expense of social or public morale.

They are not at home in America, but they wish to be, and they write about people who are nostalgic for a time when smaller-town values, continuity, tradition and a sense of duty and public virtue presumably colored common life. To do their research and make their points they interviewed some 200 citizens. Studs Terkels they are not, and the voices of their subjects are a bit strained and muffled. We cannot know how representative these 200 people are. Their comments serve as texts for meditations by the five authors, meditations on themes from -- where else? -- Alexis de Tocqueville. A conservative aristocratic pessimist, and thus a man of insight into an emerging future we would not entrust to him to run. Tocqueville is regarded as the most profound, astute and complex observer of a nation espousing the ideals of equality and freedom. He serves Bellah and company well; their book should inspire many readers to revisit his Democracy in America.

Like Tocqueville, the authors and subjects of Habits of the Heart concentrate on "our character," on "how to preserve or create a morally coherent life." Tocqueville spoke of relying on "habits of the heart" to achieve this end. Looking at contemporary American society, the authors find nostalgia, without coherence, striving without goal, hope without plausible concurrent action. The result is a "cancerous" form of individualism.

The authors focused on four research projects: Swidler explored "how the private realm of love and marriage gives shape to people’s lives" Tipton interviewed therapists, psychologists. psychiatrists, clients and others involved in psychotherapy; Madsen "attempted to understand how Americans become involved in public life"; and Sullivan studied two groups dedicated "to political organizing in bringing about social change." All conducted a portion of their interviews in California, although three also interviewed in a major Southern city," in Boston and in Philadelphia. One gets the impression that while California is ahead of the rest of us in anomic individualism, the authors find little regional difference; they make little, perhaps too little, of the "where" of respondents. Although they talk about "America," they concentrate on the white middle-class -- an apt limitation, since they wish to focus on norm setters. Consistently they find that mythic, remembered, dreamed-up, hoped-for, instinctual, stereotyped talk of individualism is our "first language," accompanied though it may be with numbers of second languages.

Behind the best of our languages they find, as Tocqueville did, relatively inert traditions that all five authors presumably wish were more active: biblical thought and imagery, and republican discourse and institutions. Each of these traditions shows high regard for the individual. Even as they see the traditions recede or as they contribute to their erosion, citizens draw on their motifs. But the public shows less and less awareness of the ways that common and committed life is integral to both heritages.

An important half-truth colors the base from which the authors measure. They believe that earlier, Protestant-dominated small-town America was run by people who had access to a more coherent Puritan-Republican symbol system. I wonder whether Bellah et al. do not share something of the nostalgia of their subjects. Was that small-town life so coherent for all? Was it not dominated by elites who have left distorting images? The more adept we are at social, history and the more the historians get close up to small-town America, the more they find an anarchic and chaotic reality. Small-town America was often scofflaw America, full of biting, eye-gouging, bearbaiting, spouse-beating citizens. As for the commonality that was presumed to flow from shared languages: when did more Americans more vigorously seek recourse to biblical and republican languages of coherence than just before 1861-1865, our time of most drastic national disagreement? Yet one must have some standpoint from which to measure a falling off or erosion, and Protestant-Republican small-town America has to serve if one does not wish to reach outside of history to mythic golden ages or future utopias.

To the degree that the picture of where we have come from is true, it is easy to see that we are not there now. We now live in a rationalized, "vastly more interrelated and integrated [society] economically, technically, and functionally." The authors make much of how the self-reliant American leaves home, leaves church. Citizens believe in God, but their liberal religion has few holds on duty (this is not a book to cheer liberals) and rigorous sectarian religion promotes few impulses toward the public good; rather, it stands off, supporting privatism beyond church, individualism in the public zone and incoherence overall.

Having left home and church, people ground the self in whatever suits them, and concentrate more on "feeling good" than on "being good." The media, the ethos of the day, the therapies all contribute to encouraging wants associated with that concentration. "Values" becomes an overused code word for "the incomprehensible, rationally indefensible thing that the individual chooses when he or she has thrown off the last vestige of external influence and reached pure, contentless freedom."; The ideal self is unencumbered." And these encumbering authors can still smile for their photograph? Now the smiles look like those of the grimly determined who have not given up.

Whatever else the authors may be, they are not condescending or above-the-battle academics. They come across as empathic, concerned, self-critical and aware of the ambiguity of their own participant-observer roles. They believe in the quest for character and find exceptional people who pour their lives into charity, public concerns and the virtues close to home. "A good society . . . depends in the last analysis on the goodness of individuals, not on the soundness of institutions or the fairness of laws," they conclude. That statement would sound banal had it not come far along in a book that shows how hard it is to reach such simple more-than-half truths.

More than most social analyses, this one gives great place to religion. Yet its most pathetic pages deal with the efforts that private Americans make to develop private faiths. Weep for Sheila Larson, who has the courage and insight to call her religion "Sheilaism." "I believe in God. I’m not a religious fanatic. I can’t remember the last time I went to church. My faith has carried me a long way. It’s Sheilaism. Just my own little voice." Her comments inspire the authors to make one of many quite apt canvasses across American history -- efforts to assess where we have come from and where we are.

The authors know we cannot go all the way home again. We are, they are, citizens of metropolis and cosmopolis who value, and would have others value the local. They are Madisonian pluralists who stress Federalist Paper No. 45 as the preferred side of Madison: "The public good, the real welfare of the great body of the people, is the supreme object to be pursued: and that no form of government whatever has any other value than as it may be fitted for the attainment of this object."

Over against this, for a mere ten-page stretch, Ronald Reagan makes a cameo appearance as a disrupter of this vision and as an advocate of a nostalgic Individualism that in effect promotes greed. Bellahites always make much of presidential rhetoric. Yet, there is no venom here, and Reagan is seen as much as an exemplar and product of the age as he is its producer. Reagan sees "we the people" as "a special interest group, defining itself by occupation and situating itself not in a polity but in an economy. The Reagan vision is expressed by Justin Dart, who spoke in "franker terms than Reagan himself": "I have never looked for a business that’s going to render a service to mankind. . . . Greed is involved in everything we do. I find no fault with that’’; while "these crappy issues like equal rights’’ can be treated indifferently. Then, for only three ambiguous lines, Jerry Falwell makes an appearance; he is criticized for his effort to "bring back decency to America" without getting to root problems. Fortunately for the tone of the book, the authors quickly drop the attempt to find or make villains responsible for what is a pervasive ethos.

Robert Bellah is a social scientist who outwaits current fashions and lives with and by a vision even when it may be dismissed as utopian or misguided. I do not believe the vision expressed in Habits of the Heart is utopian; it is too locked into biblical and republican faith and has appeared too frequently and survives too promisingly to be forgotten. It may seem misguided from the angle of extreme individualist or collectivist philosophies, but those who would be guided by biblical and republican texts and norms will find in it a base for measurement, sighting and seeking direction.

Bellah hungers for wholeness in a world of overspecialization, fragmentation and restlessness. He knows enough about 20th-century political life not to look to integrators, engineers of consent or managers of totalist governments to provide wholeness. In the book’s final pages he and his co-conspirators settle for "coherence." And they conclude with the least fashionable note of all, given the "Sheilaisms" and "anticrappy-issues" outlook of the day. It’s difficult not to think of their closing paragraphs as a sermon: ‘‘It would be well for us to rejoin the human race, to accept our essential poverty as a gift, and to share our material wealth with those in need." While those in power smile smugly, the public shrugs, the cynics sneer and the bored yawn, it is likely that some fellow Madisonians and Tocquevilleans will respond as one might to a sermon: "Amen"