Proud to be Humble

For consider your call, brethren; not many of you were wise according to worldly standards, not many were powerful, not many were of noble birth. . . . therefore, as it is written. “Let him who boasts, boast of the Lord” [I Cor. 1:26, 31].

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When Paul wrote these words, he was obviously addressing a congregation of rather ordinary folk. He saw them as living evidence of God’s curious indifference to human standards of importance. Writing to the Corinthians with a bluntness that spared no one’s feelings, he used such adjectives as “foolish,” “weak,” “low” and even “nothing.” Since their inferior social status was hardly news to the Christians at Corinth, why Would Paul rub their noses in the fact?

Clearly he wanted to celebrate the graciousness and power of God by contrasting the church’s need with God’s mercy. It is also clear, however, that Paul was concerned about the ubiquity of human pride. We take pride indiscriminately. We boast of our virtues if we can discern any; failing that, we boast of our weaknesses. Christians are uniquely vulnerable to the most insidious kind of pride. We confess our dependence on grace -- but then, with just the slightest twist, this poverty of spirit becomes the grounds for the most unseemly boasting. “I am a sinner -- true enough. But God chose me.” The old joke about being proud of one’s humility is really no joke. Even humility’s great cliché -- “There, but for the grace of God, go I” -- suggests a certain sense of attainment: “I am not as wretched as that poor soul.”

This psychological paradox is paralleled in history. Consider the paradox of Christendom. It is a frequently observed irony that the church of the crucified Christ should have risen to such dominance in Western history-- and yet it should not be too surprising. The love of God in Christ comforts and inspires sinners, and in this sense, Christ empowers. The spiritual power that Christ awakens cannot help spilling out into one’s life in the world. Sometimes this occurrence will, to be sure, lead to martyrdom, but at other times one’s faith helps one to conquer adversity. The very poverty and humility Christ blesses in the Beatitudes are transformed by the fact of his blessing them. It cannot be denied that the Christian faith can inspire worldly success, but it is-also an “iron law” of church history that Christians don’t seem to handle success any better than unbelievers.

The call of Christ is not a call to perpetual wretchedness; craven cowering is not the goal of Christian life. New life, sanctification, is our true destiny. God loves the humble, but to be loved by God changes the very ground an which our humility is based. Paul is aware that, with the gifts of Christ, the Christian has something in which he or she must glory -- the Christian will abound, the Christian will boast. The only corrective to sheer, unconscionable bragging is to “boast of the Lord.”

There is a way, of course, to short-circuit this whole discussion: reject humility altogether. Rejection of humility is epidemic in the modern world, from Marx to the defenders of capitalism, from Freud to Nietszche. Why be humble? Humility is un-American. What about our Yankee know-how, our get-up-and-go? Humility denies, the glory of rational, scientific humankind. Humility is born of a monastic hatred of the body. Humility is a phony posturing. “When you’ve got it, flaunt it.” Too long the Christian religion has advocated groveling, self-hate; all that posture has ever created is neurosis. Humility is an inferiority complex turned into a virtue. But when Paul exhorts to humility, he is not advocating neurosis. He is calling for the very opposite of a neurotic distortion of reality.

The call for humility is a call for simple realism, An inferiority complex is just that -- a complex; i.e., a false assessment of oneself. A guilt complex is just that -- a neurotic reading of events narcissistically focusing blame on oneself. However, when an Albert Speer at Nuremberg confesses his guilt, he has no guilt complex; he is guilty. The sinner humbled before God is not sick: he is coming to health.

Paul exhorts people to humble themselves because humility is an honest and objective reflection of our real relationship to God. The fact is that we are dependent. All that we have comes from God -- our lives, our salvation, our hope, our Christ. God has given all; nothing is our own. God gives; God will take away; God will give again. To be humble is not an act of self-effacement best cultivated by spending years in a monastery. It is a simple, objective recognition of the reality of God. Humility isn’t even a virtue, any more than to recognize that the sky is blue is a virtue. If God is God, then we are God’s creatures. To be humble toward God is to acknowledge what is both the most obvious fact and yet the most difficult admission: we are not God.

We Christians must never be taken in by worldly attacks on humility -- not only for our souls’ sakes, but for the sake of the world itself. A prideful Christian is perhaps the world’s most dangerous citizen. We are God’s people. Without humility, this statement- which ought to fill us with awe be­fore the wonder of God becomes the basis for the most unspeakable arrogance before God and ultimately before our neighbor. How fanatical Christians become when they put the stress on “we”: we are God’s people. Only in objective awareness of our dependence on God can we hope to be delivered from judging and thus despising -- and thus oppressing -- our neighbor.

A Second Advent (Jer. 31:31-34).

Behold, the days are coming, says the Lord, when I will make a new covenant with the house of Israel and the. house of Judah, not like the covenant which I made with their fathers when I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt, my covenant which they broke, though I was their husband, says the Lord.

But this is the covenant which I will make with the house of Israel after those days, says the Lord: I will put my law within them, and I will be their God, and they shall be my people. And no longer shall each man teach his neighbor and each his brother saying, "Know the Lord," for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest, says the Lord; for I will forgive their iniquity, and I will remember their sin no more [Jer. 31:31-34].

Yet consider Jeremiah’s formulation of this promise of the new covenant as a covenant which cannot be broken: "not like the covenant which I made with their fathers when I took them by the hand to bring them out of the land of Egypt, my covenant which they broke."

The subtle implication is that notwithstanding Israel’s adultery -- "I was their husband, says the Lord" -- there was something wrong with the original marriage contract; i.e., the old covenant.

This is confirmed when Jeremiah states the terms of the New Covenant: "I will put my law within them, and I will write it on their hearts." We Cannot stifle the question, "Why didn’t God grant Israel such a covenant in the first place?" Didn’t the first covenant lack precisely the degree of radical intimacy on God’s part that would be necessary for its fulfillment on Israel’s part? For as Jeremiah states the matter, only after the "law" -- i.e., the intention and purpose of God -- is written within Israel’s heart can Israel be brought to a true marriage relationship: "I will be their God and they shall be my people." Only then can the relationship between God and God’s people be of such direct intimacy as to make the pious attempt of others to serve as intermediaries seem like a meddling intrusion upon married love: "No longer shall each man teach his neighbor and each his brother saying ‘Know the Lord,’ for they shall all know me, from the least of them to the greatest."

Is not Jeremiah’s prophecy simultaneously a healing promise and a wounding reminder? Do we not live in a tension between hope and the disconcerting acknowledgment that we of the new covenant, like Israel of the old, do not have the immediate sense of the law of God written in our hearts? That we, too, quite apart from our sin and faithlessness, often simply do not and cannot know what God wills? Even after Christ’s coming, God has so painfully often kept his distance that we are like spouses married to one who is frequently away from home "on business."

Which one of us has not experienced the sense of divine abandonment, mirroring in our own little ways Christ’s feeling of abandonment by God? Which one of us has not sometimes felt, with the Apostle Paul, that "God has consigned all men to disobedience" (Rom. 11:32a)? When we measure our experience against the promised possibility of intimacy offered in the New Covenant, we do not feel embraced in such intimacy, but consigned to disobedience.

Yet although we have all experienced the painful gap between our hope and our daily experience, we persevere in faith. For despite our frustrations and doubts, we have seen the intimacy promised by Jeremiah partially realized in -the coming of Christ. We have even, in moments of grace, been so drawn to intimacy with Christ that we are overwhelmed by the prospect of such a relationship to the Divine passion, such commitment from such a lover. We cannot fulfill the demands of such love, and it is we who retreat into disobedience.

But usually we are lukewarm, neither obedient nor disobedient. We are left living in the ordinary world where God’s presence is but a memory. During such times we ask why, when God entered the world, he did not finish the job. Why the delay? Why must each generation in its own way be consigned to the disobedience of an imperfect relationship with our heavenly lover? Why can’t we take Christ into our hearts and have him and hold him?

In Advent we are impelled to look beyond the first to the second coming, when God’s covenant will cease to be only a hint and a promise, when it will become our eternal destiny.

Let us not be discouraged. We have good reason to stifle our frustrations and to prepare for a time of great joy. Even our doubts and dilemmas are only dark expressions of faith and hope. For had we not seen divinity in an infant, we would not be impelled to ask God why, having come so close, God still delays. Had we not been touched through the life and teachings of Jesus by the immediacy of the new covenant, we would not feel this pathos born of longing for a second advent.

The Highest Knowledge (Matt. 2:10-11)

When they saw the star, they rejoiced exceedingly with great joy; and going into the house they saw the child with Mary his mother, and they fell down and worshiped him. Then, opening their treasures, they offered him gifts, gold and frankincense and myrrh [Matt. 2:10-11].

The wise men, having achieved the object of their trek, succumbed to their feelings of joy and awe. They had lost the composure and reserve of scholars and sages, giving way to an ecstasy of naked adoration. There was no possibility of rational detachment in the situation; they could only praise and pour out their gifts in their dumbfounded worship of the newborn infant.

Having humbled themselves in such an extravagant manner before a tiny child, did they thus forfeit their credentials as "wise" men? Did they who ventured forth wise return home foolish? Or was it the other way around -- that they were wiser after their stellar searchings and esoteric speculations had been grounded in the ecstasy of Bethlehem? Clearly, the latter is the case. However, this judgment does not rule out the possibility that they may have felt a bit sheepish on their return journey, as they reflected on their unabashed ardor in the presence of the babe.

What may have embarrassed the wise men were the implications they were driven as logicians to draw from their recognition of the divinity of the child.

Can these events mean what they seem to mean? Could it be that we are not alone in our finitude? Could it be that our fallenness and sin are a burden that God seems, already in this birth, determined to share? The gaping chasm between God and human beings -- which human reason has perceived and before which it has trembled -- has been bridged by this infant’s merest yawn. In short, if the infinite, all-wise, all-powerful, ubiquitous God can become what we are, what is to prevent us from being made, by the selfsame infinite wisdom, power and ubiquity, what he himself is? (Athanasius).

The recognition that God was in Christ is both a statement about God’s doing and a summary statement of the whole of human destiny. To say that God was in Christ is to say that it is within the power and promise of God to make us "partakers of the divine nature" (II Pet. 1:4).

Not only does the infant king overcome the moral barrier that our sin erects between the creator and the creature, he overcomes the metaphysical barrier as well. Not only does God love us in our finitude, he loves us in his infinite being. The Magi must have reflected, as the rational men they were, that God intended to woo us, win us, have us and hold us into his eternity. God wills that we share his very nature -- for why else would he have become human? How else could we be saved?

It is in some ways ironic that incarnational theology should have become Christian "orthodoxy." The very term "orthodoxy" carries with it connotations of conservative, even reactionary consolidation. Sadly, Christian orthodoxy has often been guilty of suppression and persecution in its attempt to preserve the truth of Christianity. In fact, the incarnation shatters every orthodoxy and leaves us gasping at the boldness of God’s action.

God becoming what we are! Sin, death and the devil taken into hand! Our works, our struggles, even our failures seem to have eternal significance. Therefore all our present wisdom, theology and religion are relativized, in the light of their eventual significance. We do not need to pretend to final truth because we know that we have been to the birthplace of the one who is the final truth. Compared to what we will know, we know next to nothing. All we know for sure is that the prospect of the final consummation of all things is cause for giddy expectation. Perhaps this above all is what Christmas teaches us: the highest human knowledge is joy.

Prayer from Gethsemane (Mk. 14:36)

Who was Jesus? The answer to this question has inspired but also divided Christianity since the beginning. Christians must raise and answer the question as to the meaning of Jesus’ lordship. A christological understanding cannot be evaded in the name of some anti-intellectual harmony, and yet whenever it is raised, brothers and sisters in Christ differ. The intense debate among Catholics between the advocates of ‘high" (orthodox) and "low" (liberal) Christologies has made even the pages of Time. Protestants, for their part, never cease arguing over the nature of the Lord’s lordship. Their squabbles are old hat -- far less newsworthy.

Jesus’ prayer in Gethsemane provides us great help in determining what we can think and ought to think about his lordship. "Abba, Father, all things are possible to thee; remove this cup from me; yet not what I will, but what thou wilt" (Mark 14:36). In the light of this prayer, hardly any Christology could be too "low." Yet when we consider the matter further, hardly any Christology can be too "high." A really "high" Christology can finally spring only from a very "low" Christology.

Jesus’ prayer is an all-too-human prayer. Can we hear his prayer and doubt his finitude? Does it not even remind us of our own utterances as we pray, hoping against hope that we might be saved from the inevitabilities we create for ourselves in our lives? For surely Jesus’ actions and words had already made his own death inevitable. Do we not recognize in the fear he expressed something of the fear we feel when events force us to make good on our words? Do we not recognize the tenuousness of all human faith? We trust God, but we doubt him too. We believe he is acting for the good of those who love him, but we confess that we often have no idea of how this act or that act can ever work for good. The words "not what I will, but what thou wilt" are words of faith, surely, but they are also words of resignation before the impenetrable.

Jesus’ knowledge was that of a first century man. He knew nothing of the atom or the solar system. He understood disease in terms of the demonic. He believed the world would soon come to an end. He didn’t even know he was the Messiah, for the tempter could taunt him, "If you are the Son of God . . ."

"If you are . . . if . . . if." If Jesus knew he was God’s son, he would not have been subject to such temptation, but he knew no certainty. He proceeded toward his messianic destiny by faith. If he knew he was God’s son, then his human relationship to the Father had nothing in common with ours, for he would have lived in certitude while we must live by faith. How irrelevant his life becomes, how trivial his death becomes, if he knew the end from the beginning: striding confidently through life like some paragon, with all human relations, all human spontaneity and surprise, all humility really only outward show, inwardly the complete master who knows everything. It is a grisly science-fiction parody of the suffering servant.

If he knew that he would be resurrected, then his cross has little more significance than some particularly gory dental session. We know we will ultimately survive the pain and go home. Later we can even laugh about it. Mere pain doesn’t call existence into question as Jesus’ existence was called into question. Jesus’ anguish on the cross was more than pain. His rejection by humanity and God called everything into question. He was abandoned, bereft, without hope, shattered by sin and evil. He did not know he would be resurrected. What he knew was that he had been rejected. "My God, my God, why hast thou forsaken me?"

His passion and death confirm that he "did not count equality with God a thing to be grasped, but emptied himself, taking the form of a servant" (Phil. 2:6-7). He lived and died among us as a human being. He gave up everything -- knowledge, power, wisdom, life itself -- anything that would stand in the way of his taking common cause with us.

This humility is the ground on which all Christologies must stand. If we say that he is God’s son, that merely human categories cannot hold him, it is not in contradiction of his humility, but in confirmation of it. His exaltation is the result of his humility. "He humbled himself and became obedient unto death, even death on a cross. Therefore God has highly exalted him . . ." (Phil. 2:8-9). Therefore Christ humbled himself; therefore God exalted him.

Who is Jesus? He is God become man. How can we say so radical a thing? It is because through his humanity, we are able to see the fullness of his majesty -- a majesty so sure that it can serve and die and still be the source of life.

God Is Not Mocked?” (Rom. 3:8)

And why not do evil that good may come? [Rom. 3:8].

The Apostle Paul was not asking that old and naïve question, "Does the end justify the means?" He was too much a realist for that. He was well aware that if the end doesn’t justify the means, nothing could. Life does not offer us the luxury of morally balanced ends and means. There is a radical ambiguity in all our deeds. We not only cannot control the effects of our actions (we too often "do evil" when we intend to do good), but we can’t even be clear as to our intentions. Frequently our most charitable acts simply mask our pride. Generosity can be a subtle, self-deceiving way of advertising our wealth and power.

The more we probe our real motives, the more uncertain we become. Paul is not only aware of these things; he is perhaps more responsible than any other scriptural writer for teaching us these things; i.e.; what it means to be a sinner.

Paul would not long ponder the senseless question, "Does the end justify the means?" -- for it leaves open the possibility that we can act in a morally blameless way. For Paul, such an assumption does not even compute. He had long since given up the possibility of blamelessness: "All have sinned and fall short of the glory of God" (Rom. 3:23).

However, a drastic recognition of sin raises other questions. And now we meet Paul’s question: If we are all involved in the sin of humankind and even saints are sinners too, if godly perfection does indeed totally escape us, and if our only hope lies in the sheer unmerited grace of God, then isn’t the whole Christian view of human existence reducible to some pathetic farce?

Every corner boy will congratulate himself: "I’m such a sinner that God had to come down in person to save me. I must be a devil of a fellow." Every crook will argue: "I like committing crimes. God likes forgiving them. Really the world is admirably arranged" [from Herod’s speech in W. H. Auden’s For the Time Being].

Paul has been accused, both in his time and our own, of teaching such antinomianism. This charge ought not to concern us; Paul can defend himself. But can we defend ourselves? Surely it is obvious that we urbane, well-adapted, modern Christians can be charged with living in a self-constructed world that has been so "admirably arranged." We are captivated by the world. Yet we are humble enough to acknowledge that we are ultimately helpless. God loves those humbled sinners who know that they cannot change and thus need not try to. Therefore, we can have it all -- this world and, if we feel the need of any cosmic kicks, the next world as well. Let the legalists strive; perfection is a mirage. We have been set free from the law of sin and death.

It strikes me that Paul’s doctrine is at the same time the most helpful and the most dangerous of all assessments of the human condition. We are so slothful and perverse that even an honest recognition of our sin can be the occasion of our gravest sin of all: trying to make a fool out of God.

Lent is as good a time as any to contemplate how close we stand to the abyss. Surely it ought not to be a season for taking easy comfort. Maybe the only comfort we the comfortable can legitimately embrace lies in the realization that God cannot be forever mocked -- that his grace will not forever endure ridicule, that the mockery of easy American Christianity will not endure forever. Perhaps our deliverance will come when we can hear those very different words of Paul, "God is not mocked, for whatever a man sows, that will he reap" (Gal. 6:7), and find in them incredibly good news.

The Divine Burden

If God had not acted in history, if he had remained far removed from events, or if Jesus had not instructed us to pray, and to pray hoping and expecting that God can and does help us, then the problem of evil would not take on the special significance it has for the Christian faith. A God removed from events, a God who has not promised to help us, is not directly involved in the terrible ecology of historical existence. There is, indeed, such a delicate balance in the order of things that it is not possible to act, however lofty our motives and wise our implementations, without creating a ripple effect that inevitably brings hurt or grief to other people.

Often those hurt worst are innocent bystanders. God liberates the Israelites and gives them the promised land at the cost of how many Canaanite lives? What had the Canaanites done except to get in the way? The modern Jews, understandably desperate to escape the crematories and the memories of racist Europe, sought a homeland -- and in the process displaced the Palestinians. The Palestinians were not responsible for the centuries of Christian persecutions which culminated in Hitler. Rights come into conflict with other rights. Just causes contradict just causes.

Tipping History’s Ecological Balance

At every level -- world-political, social, economic, class, family, individual -- the ecology of existence reveals itself. Our acts have consequences beyond our reckoning. Our innocent good fortune can be the cause of someone else’s grievous disappointments. Enact a law to aid one oppressed group and you tip the balance so that another group experiences deprivation. Do nothing -- which of course is actually to do something -- and the process of oppression continues unabated. The issue of quietism versus activism is usually misstated. Activists are usually quietistic when the abuses inherent in a society can be acceptably rationalized within the justifying structures of their ideologies; e.g., the leftist who somehow feels that communist tyranny is more tolerable than fascist tyranny, or the rightist who believes the opposite. Quietists for their part are usually remarkably active when the status quo on which their quietism has been calculated is disturbed.

But whether we style ourselves religious activists or quietists, the fundamental ecology of history is such that even our best acts or most patient waiting can produce more ultimate harm than good; the very best we can do is more good than harm. Where a high degree of justice has been accomplished, a great deal of grace has been granted. But it is always a matter of degree. No one, not even God, can act in this world without bringing unintentional suffering to others.

The New Testament is frank to acknowledge this reality. The most gracious act of goodwill conceivable is the sending of God’s son, and yet no sooner was Christ born than the innocents were slaughtered. Consider Western Christendom and the suffering that Jews, heretics and unbelievers have undergone as the historical consequence of the incarnation. The greater the truth that is revealed, the greater the danger of fanaticism. The greater the justice of a cause, the greater the danger of fanaticism. Once a new reality is introduced into history, the ecological balance is disturbed. We can never do just one thing; we cannot control the shock waves of even our most gracious deeds. Such is the character of existence.

The ancient problem of evil, given the ecological character of history, is acutely a Christian problem. Malevolence is in no way necessary in order for tragedy to ensue. Somebody experiences tragedy whenever there is change. It is no longer quite so fashionable to speak of moral ambiguity as Reinhold Niebuhr never ceased to do, but surely Niebuhr was quite unambiguously correct.

The unique character of the problem of evil for Christianity is not that God is indifferent -- far from it. The problem is that God acts in the world. A God who is not involved in events is, to that extent at least, not caught up in the ongoing ecology of existence. If one would want to indict God for doing evil, à la Job or Ivan Karamazov, then a deistic God, for example, would have only one crime to answer for: creation itself. The God of deism simply leaves his world ticking away like a watch. Once it is made, it is on its own. Deism’s God is not constantly getting blood on his hands as is the God of Abraham, Isaac and Jacob.

The Greek philosophic tradition produced several great statements of the fundamental human options for dealing with the terrors wrought by the historic process or by change. All these options were predicated on assumptions that preclude the possibility of a God who acts in history. The philosophies of Plato, Aristotle and the Stoics were grounded in radically different metaphysical systems. They conceived of human "salvation" differently. Plato saw evil as overcome in the ultimate immortality of the soul. The final human destiny was not in this world of appearances but in the souls transcendental returning. Aristotle had a tragic view of human existence. The soul dies with the body. Yet Aristotle’s conception of God as an unmoved mover provides humanity some solace in a world of change. At least we are derived from a changeless eternal source, though our individual tragedies are inevitable. The Stoics were pantheists. God’s will was embedded in the inevitable law of nature. Nothing can be changed; therefore those who are wise achieve an apathetic disdain for their individual fate as they know it is according to the wisdom of God and cannot be changed.

I mention these great Greek options not only because they are important in themselves, but also because they are found in variant forms in our modern world. In fact, not many fundamentally different options are even conceivable. If it is true that there has been no really new theology since the second century, it is also probably true that, in a broad sense, there have been no genuinely new philosophical options since the Greeks. This is a finite world, and the basic possibilities for human self-understanding are finite.

What these three positions have in common is a sense that the ultimate reality, or God, can help us only if that ultimate reality or God remains changeless and impassive. The Greek philosophic reaction against the gods of Greek paganism lay in a realization that once God or the gods became involved in the events of this world, in a free and dynamic way, divinity becomes involved in the tragic structure of existence -- involved in the dreadful ecology of change. In classic Greek philosophy, God "helps" only as God transcends, or is at least unmoved by the maelstrom of human existence, unmoved by the fate of individuals.

The Culpability of God

It is not my purpose here to be critical of any of these views. They derive from some of the most basic approaches to the riddle of human existence imaginable, Each of these options and their variations have sustained and continue to sustain vast segments of the human population in their attempts to cope with life and death, and are living options today. I cite these philosophies not so that they might be despised in the name of Christ, but because I admire aspects of all these systems. They admirably avoid the fundamental question that haunts Christian theology: if God who wills to be involved has created a world in which not even he can act in perfect blamelessness, how can God avoid the accusation of guilt -- ultimate, primordial culpability for human suffering; culpability for that which we experience as evil?

The very phrase "the culpability of God" grates on one’s sensitivities -- and for a variety of good reasons. Not the least of those reasons is the fact that we have been radically conditioned by our Western Augustinian tradition to emphasize humanity’s culpability. In fact, Western Christianity has sometimes been downright morbid in its view of the human being as sinner. A great deal of psychic hurt has been done by the churches as they have drilled home to us our carnal natures. Once we get too morose about ourselves, it gets very difficult not to become quite depressed in our understanding of God. If we are really only vile worms, God’s love becomes unbelievable, and even if we could believe he loves us, what kind of God is it whose highest expression of his inner nature as love is the creating, cultivating, redeeming and deifying of worms?

There is power and wisdom in Augustine’s doctrine of original sin as an existential and phenomenological analysis of the human condition. However, when Augustine tells us that the whole human race is a "mass of perdition"; that we inherit from Adam and Eve not only their sin but their guilt as well; that original sin is rather like a spiritual venereal disease passed from generation to generation through the concupiscence of the sex act; that the only "cure" is baptism and that the road to hell is paved with the bones of unbaptized infants -- something has gone terribly wrong.

Not only have we here a rather dark view of humanity; the implication is that God is pretty sinister as well. Add to this Augustine’s doctrine of election, which amounts to double predestination, and it is a little hard to see how such a God can unambiguously be called Love, or how his acts are innocent. Yet, ironically Augustine gets into these problems partly because he is so determined that humanity, and humanity alone, bears the terrible burden of evil.

As has often been observed, Augustine rather incomprehensibly comes very close to teaching that Adam, in his sinful pride, created evil ex nihilo. Paradoxically then, human beings create evil, but God can "make good use of evil." In a discussion of Judas, Augustine once argued that Judas was chosen by God so that he might precipitate the redemptive death of Christ. The same act which brings us salvation brings damnation to the predestined Judas. Christ must die so that sins may be forgiven, but God must be absolutely blameless in the death of his Son. Therefore, the unhappy Judas, "chosen for the task which suited him," is elected for a work which is, at the same time, both damnable and divinely necessary. Judas is damned for doing a work necessary to the salvation of the rest of us. The righteousness of God? It sounds more like Catch-22.

Reigning in the Wreckage of History

The fundamental point here is that once God sends his Son into our world, the attempt to rationalize God’s burden so as to shift to humanity the full responsibility for all the evil that occurs once Christ enters the world must be rejected once and for all. If Christ died according to the "definite plan and foreknowledge of God," is there any justice in seeing the pathetic Judas or Pilate or the Sanhedrin as the exclusively, or even primarily, accountable moral agents?

God does not need such tortured rationalizations in order to protect his virtue. Of course he is responsible for the death of his Son -- of course he is ultimately responsible for creating a world which is "groaning in travail," a world in which sin can enter in, a world in which he uses sin redemptively. Of course, God bears a greater burden than any person, be he Adam or be he Judas, could ever bear. Precisely because of the burden God bears, his Son had to die his atoning death.

This is not in the least to suggest that human beings are not responsible for great evil in the world. By sins of thought, word and deed we create great suffering for ourselves and others. Through our incredible sloth and indifference, we tolerate and inflict suffering and injustice. However, when we search ourselves and accuse ourselves and acknowledge as fully as we are able all our guilt, still we know in the depths of our consciences that not all of the evil in this world is our doing. There is the ecology of history, to say nothing of natural disasters and disease. We might wish it were otherwise. Better to blame ourselves for everything so that the total innocence of God might be maintained. But it won’t do. The nagging thought is there: God is the Lord of history, and he reigns eye-deep in the wreckage of history.

It was not because people of faith shouted defiance to heaven that God sent his Son. It was not because God’s people could stand it no longer and cried to God, "Come and die, for you are guilty" -- for the people of God have kept the secret hidden in their hearts that there is more suffering in this world than can be accounted for by our sin. How can we accuse God? Better that we bear the guilt ourselves in a kind of reverse Prometheanism. If God were accused and found guilty, then human existence would be unbearable.

We cannot psychologically bear to accuse God, not on a sustained basis. The dread alone would do us in. But in his atoning death, Jesus Christ has taken the unspoken accusations implicit in the ecology of existence up into himself. Jesus Christ came to die for human sin. As Son of Man he died on our behalf. But Jesus Christ also came to die for the unmerited suffering of this world. As Son of God, he died on God’s behalf.

God could, if naked power were his nature, atone for nothing. But he cannot act in a manner inconsistent with his nature. His nature is love. And if, in the economy of love unfolding in the world, there is unavoidable suffering, God the lover must share that suffering, bear that suffering -- for our God is a lover. Lovers suffer with their beloved ones.

Now how do these reflections relate to the tradition of Christian thought about the atonement? The saving work of Christ is so rich and multifaceted a work that all the great "theories" of the atonement contain vital insights into what Christ’s death accomplished: The ransom theory, so widely held in the patristic period, and the satisfaction theory most commonly associated with Anselm both contain indispensable motifs. They ought not to be seen as canceling each other out. Christ did ransom us from the power of sin and death. Christ did die on our behalf as a substitution for us before God. He has thus achieved satisfaction for our sins despite our helplessness. Similarly, there is profound truth in the Abelardian-liberal atonement theory. Surely in the example of love Christ has shown, by ransoming us and atoning for our sins, he has demonstrated divine love in such a way that we, for our part, are moved to repent and be reconciled to God.

Contradicting Anselm

I have suggested time need for still another way of access into the meaning of Christ’s death -- an understanding which grows out of and yet at one level contradicts Anselm’s satisfaction theory. Anselm’s theory, stated in his classic Cur Deus Homo, runs as follows: because we cannot satisfy God’s honor, which our sin has violated, Christ volunteered to become human and die for us -- thus making good our past disobedience and satisfying our debt to God. Therefore, having earned a reward by his sacrificial death, we can avail ourselves of the eternal salvation he has merited.

Much of the older liberal criticism of Anselm’s theory derives from a semi-Pelagianism which produces an inadequate sense of the seriousness of sin and the brokenness of our relationship with God. It fails to comprehend the tragic ecology of human existence. However, Anselm’s view, which has been essentially repeated intact by the Western orthodox tradition, cannot be maintained without criticism. There are a number of serious problems in the theory, the most pertinent of these as follows:

1. Anselm’s whole theory rests on the assumption that God the Father cannot freely forgive us without exacting punishment, for if the injustice of our sin is not punished, then injustice would seem to be subject to no law. This would make injustice more free than justice. It would, indeed, make injustice godlike, for injustice would be subject to no law.

This argument is forceful to a point. However, in the end Anselm holds that the God/Man can and must make satisfaction for sin. How is it possible that the incarnate Son can freely forgive when the Father cannot -- especially as Anselm was a trinitarian? Though the Father must extract satisfaction from the sinner, the Son volunteers to die for the sake of sinners. A major premise of Anselm’s theory is dislocated by this objection. If Jesus was the God/Man freely forgiving humanity, then how can Anselm claim that God the Father cannot freely forgive?

Surely Anselm is right when he contends that forgiveness cannot be the result of a benign fiat bloodlessly decreed from heaven. Given the shattered relationship between God and humanity, given the reciprocity of outrage between God and humanity over our sin and the tragic inequities which mar God’s world, simple forgiveness will not do. A "price" must be paid, but this requirement cuts both ways. Unless in his humanity the God/ Man makes satisfaction for sin, the full import of human involvement is evaded. Yet if theology in its anxiety to protect God’s innocence denies that the divinity of the God/Man has in fact made satisfaction to humanity for the evil inherent in the structures of existence, we fail to acknowledge the full passion of God’s commitment to and involvement in his world. Christ had to come to humanity. There was no other way reconciliation could be achieved. However, the sending of God’s Son was not the result of a divine schizophrenia. An orthodoxy that tries to shift all the burden for tragedy and evil solely onto humanity cannot help polarizing the Father and the Son in the work of salvation. In reality the Father and Son are of one accord in the work of salvation. True salvation is a terribly costly gift, but it is a gift freely bestowed.

2. Anselm was not able to transcend the Greek philosophic categories of divinity. The Greek idea of the impassability of God at certain crucial points won out in his theology, which ironically found its soteriological focus in the sacrifice of the God/Man. Therefore, Anselm taught that it was Christ’s humanity and not his divinity which suffered the cross. He even went so far as to insist that in the last analysis, only the appearance of God’s honor was violated. The actual honor of God was not in the least violated.

Surely the cross of Christ entailed the real suffering of God, and the issue Christ died to resolve was an issue more terrible than the mere appearance of God’s honor. The real honor of God is at stake in both human sin and in the ecology of history. God’s honor, which is his love, can never finally be satisfied if humanity is left to bear the brunt of evil alone. God must suffer.

The Mystery of the Atonement

3. Finally, Anselm’s thought about the atonement, so centered in an awe-full sense of human sin, always left unanswered the question: If the human creature is subject to eternal damnation for having eaten of one miserable apple, how much more unforgivable is the murder of God’s son?

To be sure, the crucifixion was done in ignorance that Christ was the Son of God, but there is more than ignorance at stake. No one wanted a messiah who came to suffer. And insofar as there was a hint of recognition on humankind’s part, in the crucifixion the messiah was being returned unopened to his sender. The rejection of Christ was the rejection of his suffering, nonresistant ministry as well as blindness as to who he was. Israel, and humankind in general, has seen enough of tragedy. How dare God send a "deliverer" who plunges us further into the morass of suffering?

On the cross, Christ has borne all wrath -- God’s righteous anger against sinful humanity and human fury against the tragedy of existence and the creator of such a vale of tears. On the cross, the God/Man was abandoned by both God and humankind. In his crucifixion all enmity found its focus, and now it is consumed in the God/Man’s passion. In the resurrection we have God’s final comment, his last word. He can do no more. He has exacted a full measure of satisfaction from humankind, and he has borne, in the anguish of his Son, all the wrath that humankind can express, and now he offers to have done with all that. The collecting of injustices is obsolete. There is no possibility left in the world but a new beginning. Alienation has been taken up in new life. The suffering God has "earned" the right to ask us to wait and trust his promise of the final victory of life over death.

Reinhold Niebuhr, writing in these pages nearly 50 Easter seasons ago, reflected on these matters: "The whole creation groaneth and travaileth; and if God is love rather than power, it follows that He gains his victories by pain rather than by force."

Woe Is Me! (Isaiah 6:1-7)

In the year that King Uzziah died I saw the Lord sitting upon a throne, high and lifted up; and his train filled the temple. Above him stood the seraphim; each had six wings: with two he covered his face, and with two he covered his feet, and with two he flew. And one called to another and said:

"Holy, holy, holy is the Lord of hosts; the whole earth is full of his glory."

And the foundations of the thresholds shook at the voice of him who called, and the house was filled with smoke. And I said: "Woe is me! For I am lost; for I am a man of unclean lips, and I dwell in the midst of a people of unclean lips; for my eyes have seen the King, the Lord of hosts!"

Then flew one of the seraphim to me, having in his hand a burning coal which he had taken with tongs from the altar. And he touched my mouth, and said: "Behold, this has touched your lips; your guilt is taken away, and your sin forgiven" [Isa. 6:1-7].

What if there really were a God? What if one day our eyes were suddenly opened and, for that moment at least, we were certain of God’s reality and his presence? What if we found ourselves in church one Sunday and our sacerdotal posturings were to be interrupted by the manifest presence of God? What if the symbolic veneer of our religion were peeled away?

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It isn’t that we never experience religious fear, but isn’t our dread characteristically a dread born of unbelief, the secret terror that the analogical and symbolic character of our religious speech is but a cover-up of our embarrassment over the fact that we have only symbols and no proofs? At best, we are usually only half-believers. Isn’t it by some conspiracy of silence that we are able to hide from ourselves and from each other our doubts and the lies we tell about our having faith in God? Our religion is a ceremonial camouflage, and we dare not look beneath it for fear that, at root, it is supported by nothing; beneath it is only the Abyss.

However, what if all our symbols and myths, our ceremonies and dogmas were unexpectedly and suddenly exploded, and to our awful surprise, we could see beyond these human inventions to discover not the Abyss but the real, actual presence of the living God? Then we would really be in trouble, for our religion would, in one sense, turn out to be the evasion we always feared it was. But it would have been God and not our atheism that we were actually evading all along.

We could not bear to see the Lord "high and lifted up," for are we not, at root, all atheists? Are our lives not lived as though they were insurance policies against the nonexistence of God? Or was it only ancient Israel that strayed so far, while we have progressed in godliness from those more primitive days?

For sinners, the manifest existence of God would be more difficult to endure than the chilling disclosure of mere nothingness. Most of us have managed to insulate ourselves against the numbing cold of nothingness. We may live on the edge of the Abyss, but we are not without our comforts. If, however, there is a God . . . ! If God is more than a winter pipe dream, an opium for coping on our way to annihilation . . . ! If God, terrible in his holiness, were ever to become immediate to us, then what would happen to us? We would become undone.

To be searched out, so that all our lusts, our little murders, our envies, our vanities, our avarice, our gluttony and, above all, our atheism were to be exposed. . . . If a whole life of betrayal were in a moment revealed to the One against whom all our betrayals are ultimately directed, we would go mad with shame.

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We are all atheists. Atheism makes our sins bearable and committable. But if we knew there was God and we knew that he knew, and yet our meanness and spite and empty pride waxed unabated by this knowledge, as they always seem to do, the presence of God would be more than we could stand. Our sins would be as unendurable as they are inevitable if we could not retreat into our atheistic shelters.

For us to stand as sinners in the naked presence of the Holy God would annihilate us, "No man sees God and lives." We could not bear to sin in his holy presence, and yet we cannot exist for even an hour except that we fall. Our own hearts betray us. Wasn’t it Pascal who said that if everyone knew the innermost thoughts of everyone else, there wouldn’t be five friends left on earth? What a relief it is that if God searches out the innermost thoughts of everyone, at least we rarely have to feel his scrutiny. How pathetic is the comfort we derive from the fact that he leaves us alone so often, just as though he never existed.

We aren’t always happy alone and sometimes, fearing the Abyss, we cry out, "Oh sweet Lord, I really want to see you, Lord," or we pray, "Thy kingdom come; thy will be done." Beautiful sentiments, but what if our prayers were answered? What if he did come, as he did to Isaiah?

Isaiah, the young man in the temple, was, one supposes, "religious" pretty much as we are religious. He believed in God, in the abstract. But even the most fantastic theological abstractions can be believed and digested precisely because they follow logically from their own premises and appear coherent. It is one thing to believe abstractly that God knows all. That is quite abstractly reassuring because it is necessarily true. It follows from the Hebrew definition of God. But to experience that God knows everything, the whole shameful story with not one lie kept hidden -- if only such a God were dead. How comforting is Christian atheism. A dead God leaves us to our worldliness and the accommodations we have made with death,

Then -- and on this everything turns -- the most surprising thing happens. One of the seraphim declared to Isaiah, "Your guilt is taken away and your sin forgiven." When God exposed himself, and the light of that exposure permeated the very being of Isaiah, revealing all, showing Isaiah exactly why he deserved to die, Isaiah did not die; he was forgiven.

This is why, though we must acknowledge our sin, though in the presence of God we cannot help acknowledging our sin, we ought never to be morbid. Lent is a time for reflection upon our sin, but it is not a season of morbidity. God does not declare unto us our sin in order to destroy us. In the very moment he accuses us as sinners, we are already forgiven.

The fact that we are forgiven even before we are accused makes our sin all the more humiliating -- to respond so badly in the light of such love. It all keeps coming down to the same thing; it is by grace that we live and move and have our being.

The Passion of Picasso

Pablo Picasso (1881-1973) was the most influential visual artist of the 20th century. Whether he was also the greatest artist of the century can perhaps be disputed. However, having visited the huge exhibition "Pablo Picasso: A Retrospective," which ran this summer at the Museum of Modern Art in New York, I would offer no argument against a claim for Picasso’s supremacy. The show’s sheer volume (over 900 works), together with the incredible quality and diversity of Picasso’s art, virtually bludgeons one into granting the most extravagant praise for the artist.

Diverse Styles

The exhibition was a marvel. That so much of the Picasso corpus and virtually all of his masterpieces could have been gathered for the occasion is a tribute to the influence of the Museum of Modern Art. Also, the circumstances were all but perfect. Some examples: The Picasso heirs are still in possession of a large body of Picasso’s works. The Musée Picasso in Paris has not yet opened, and so its vast collection was available. The enormous and famous Guernica has not yet been sent to Spain, whence it has been in exile since the Franco years. So comprehensive an exhibit is unrepeatable. [See brief review of the exhibition catalogue in Recent Arrivals, p.924. -- Ed.]

The whole artistic biography of Picasso was sumptuously documented. From the Picasso Museum in Barcelona came many of the formative student works. When Pablo was only 13, his artist father gave his own painting utensils to the boy and said he would never paint again, for his son had already surpassed him. By his 16th year, Picasso had achieved the style (but of course had not attained the artistic accomplishment) of such masters as Van Dyck, Velasquez and El Greco.

In his early 20s, Picasso began the development of his many personal styles, which followed one after another in rapid succession: the Blue Period (1901-04), the Pink Period (1904-06), the Iberian Period (1904-07), the African Period (1907), Analytic Cubism (1907-12), Synthetic Cubism (1912-21), Neo-Classicism (1918-24). By 1924 he had returned to Cubism with a rather decorative form of that style, and by 1925 this decorativeness yielded to a violent, expressionistic Cubism that would dominate much of his work from then on. Also, in 1925 some of his work began to reflect his alliance with Surrealism.

Further, at every stage of his development, Picasso paralleled his abstract art with realistic works. The man could, when he chose, draw with the realistic precision of a camera. Picasso never did works of pure abstraction. There was always an object that provided his initial inspiration.

Any one of Picasso’s many periods would have provided a stylistic frame of reference on which to build a reputation as a major modern artist. It was his peculiar genius to have developed them all. Picasso has been criticized for having resorted to imitating himself in his later years, or for having been content merely to "delight" his audience. However, even in his last years, in his 80s, works of great power and tragic estrangement continued to come, from his brush.

The Cubist ‘Lie’

It is ironic that Picasso, a man of towering ego and deep individualism, should have made his first gigantic impact on Western art not as a solitary artist working in romantic isolation but in intimate artistic partnership with another great artist, the Frenchman Georges Braque. Together they "invented" Analytic Cubism, a profoundly restrained, disciplined style that rendered the subject in what has been called a "vocabulary of dismembered planes." Analytic Cubism reduced the object to its geometric forms, with these forms rearranged so that the work could more fully explore the multifaceted character of the concrete object. Multiple points of view were combined to create a wholly new form.

Some critics saw Analytic Cubism as an artistic counterpart to Einstein’s theory of relativity. The real world is not as it appears to the naïve eye. The permanent laws of Newtonian physics do not reflect the world as it really is. In fact, in the atomic substrata, all is relative.

Picasso rejected such a "scientific" understanding of his purpose. Analytic Cubism was not an experimental means to discover the truth in the world as it "really" is. A cubist painting is not some allegedly "truer" understanding of the world. Rather, as Picasso put it in 1923: "We all know that art is not truth. Art is a lie that makes us realize truth. At least the truth that is given us to understand."

Since the Renaissance, Western painting has attempted to create the illusion of space by the technique of perspective. The two-dimensional canvas surface is made to appear three-dimensional. But in Analytic Cubism, the two-dimensionality of the canvas is not denied. Space and volume are expressed by geometrical form alone. This means that an object can be spatially represented without a rigid commitment to the appearance of the visible world. The "lie" of illusionist, perspective need not be the only way to express space. There was now the cubist "lie" that expressed space geometrically.

Cubism enabled Picasso and Braque to solve certain basic problems left to them by 19th century artists, especially Cezanne, by moving into abstraction; but also, having achieved an abstract art, they were able to open the door to the whole abstract movement in the 20th century.

Revealing the Essence

Nonrealistic art is not unique to the modern world. It is in fact the modern world’s return to the mainstream of art. In the history of art the attempt to achieve realism virtually as an end in itself is a minority report, Greco-Roman classicism and the Renaissance being the lone examples. The great mainstream of humankind’s art has been nonrealistic, often abstract, usually expressionistic and deeply related to religion.

To judge from the history of art, it would appear that the "natural" style of religious art is nonrealistic. This is understandable, for religion probes beneath the surface of existence as it appears to us, in order to uncover the meaning of life in religious myth and symbol (Tillich). An art associated with the religious enterprise will inevitably express meaning in a manner stylistically paralleled to religious myth and symbol.

Certainly classical and Renaissance art dealt with religious themes; however, these realistic styles developed at periods in their respective cultures when traditional religion was under attack and eroding. Having lost faith in the capacity of religion to reveal truth, the culture and its artists sought to find meaning in the only place that was left -- the world as it appears.

Modern art, reflecting modern culture, finds itself in a painful dilemma. The world as it appears has proved to be not the full truth of things. The essence of things can be revealed only abstractly and expressionistically; however, the abstracted "lies" of modern art, the myths and symbols of our time, are, with few exceptions, devoid of specific religious doctrine or even subject matter.

Modern art reveals to us the religious void of a modern world came of age. Human beings cannot live by realistic bread alone. The so-called "real world" itself contains illusions. There is no "meaning" in brute empirical perception grounded in a materialistic world view. Thus, the materialistic Picasso, and most modern art with him, can express an essentially nonreligious love of the world in all its materialistic carnality only within the framework of a highly "spiritual" -- i.e., abstract -- style. Religious need remains even when religious belief lies dead or dormant. The very fact of the dominance of abstract art in the hedonistic Western world reveals the profound estrangement -- indeed, contradiction -- of Western post-Christian civilization.

A Terrible Prophecy

Analytic Cubism, a highly intellectual phenomenon, is an art of muted color, deliberately lacking in emotionalism. It is remarkable that Picasso should have curbed his passionate nature for some four or five years to work in a style so foreign to his essentially expressionistic, passionately Spanish temperament.

Curiously, the painting that launched Picasso in the realm of Analytic self-restraint, the work that suggested the possibilities which Analytic Cubism sought to explore, was not itself dispassionate but was one of the most violent -- indeed savage -- works he was ever to accomplish. This work is, I believe, the single most important painting of the 20th century: Les Demoiselles d’Avignon (1907).

This proto-cubist work pictures five nude prostitutes ironically called "Les Demoiselles." Bridging Picasso’s Iberian and African periods, it portrays the nudes in a blatantly unsentimental way. Their barbaric, masklike faces look out soullessly from a world in which the reliability of sense experience has eroded. A new sense of space is demanded in a world where such "demoiselles" can take shape. The painting is a terrible prophecy of the transvaluation of all values which Nietzsche proclaimed and which World War I was soon to visit upon Europe.

It was in such powerfully brutal expressionism that Picasso’s truly modern work began, and it is to such expressionism that the mature Picasso would return. Analytic Cubism proved the breadth of Picasso’s talent and the greatness of his painterly intellect. It also proved his capacity for artistic self-discipline, a discipline also manifested in the purity of his Neo-Classicism.

Yet above everything, he was a passionate talent, His periods of self-restraint are fully matched and, on balance, overwhelmed by his moments of reckless self-indulgence. He is perhaps the most unabashedly sexual and violent painter in Western art.

A Personal Outcry

Sex, violence and finally death dominate his mature art, but his true subject is always his own feelings, his passions about his themes. His Cubism finally proves to be not the means of self-restraint, but a powerful tool whereby he can allow his personal response to his world a reckless, almost limitless expression.

Perhaps Picasso’s most famous work is Guernica, a painting regarded by Paul Tillich as the most "protestant" of all modern paintings. It was painted in outrage over the bombing of civilians in Guernica during the Spanish Civil War. It is a masterpiece of expressionistic Cubism and, as such, it is above all a personal outcry against the Franco-Nazi atrocity, the point being that always Picasso was a subjective, not a political, artist.

The Marxist Picasso critic John Berger, in his not altogether successful book The Success and Failure of Picasso, is certainly correct in this observation. Though Picasso painted Guernica, The Charnel House (a 1945 work in response to Hitler’s death camps), and Massacre in Korea (1951), he was not providing the basis for a political art (notwithstanding the fact that he joined the Communist Party in 1945). There is no social program in these paintings; there is only a very personal, "autobiographical" expression of horror. The "subject" is really Picasso’s anger, Picasso’s imaginings as to what these slaughters must have been like to those who experienced them.

The essentially apolitical character of Picasso’s art is not simply in the work itself. After all, his work from 1914 to 1918 simply ignores the war. In 1917 when the carnage was three years old, Picasso was doing set and costume designs for the Ballets Russes as if nothing were happening. Juan Gris described the 1917 cubist ballet Parade as "unpretentious, gay and distinctly comic." Similarly, during the years of World War II, his art does not reflect world events.

Of the war paintings, Berger remarks:

To find these subjects Picasso scarcely had to leave his own body. It is through the experience of his own body that he painted erotic pictures, and it is through his own physical imagination, heightened by sexual experience, that he painted the war pictures. (It is interesting to note that in the latter almost all of the figures are women.) The choice of his subject was limited to what was happening to him at a very basic level (The Success and Failure of Picasso [Penguin, 1966]).

Berger finds this a distressing failure of "revolutionary nerve." He is ultimately critical of Picasso’s having squandered his genius on the merely subjective and of the way in which Picasso’s work ends in personal despair. As Berger stresses, much of the later work, in which deformed old men look leeringly at beautiful women, symbolizes Picasso’s outrage over the impotence of old age. Ironically, Berger the revolutionary would censure Picasso for the very reason that he finds Picasso lacking in what our courts call "redeeming social value."

Lust and Despair

Picasso was not above simple pornography, but even in his serious works there is a strong emphasis on the sex act: Cubist sex. Surrealistic sex. Realistic sex. It’s all there in abundance. His nudes are, very often, manifest objects of sex. One can understand the anger of many feminists, for what Picasso is painting is sex as he experienced it, women as they aroused him. What is it that aroused Picasso at that moment, in that woman? The belly? The buttocks? The breasts? His cubism permits him to exaggerate and juxtapose these various parts of the female body.

Even in those paintings in which the emphasis is on the psyche of the woman, the mystery is often in Picasso’s own mystification: his realization that in understanding another person, one can go only so far; his realization that in understanding oneself, one can see only "through a glass darkly" This is reflected profoundly in his famous 1932 painting Girl Before the Mirror,

While Berger finds in all this subjectivism the reason for Picasso’s "failure," I find in it simply Picasso. Berger contends that Picasso’s great success blunted his revolutionary zeal and made his work decadent. In fact, Picasso’s "decadence" is his own. Even had he been a worldly failure, left to paint freely, he still would have found his way to his true subject -- himself.

The violence, the lust, the despair and finally the darkness of his art are the passion he finds in himself. It is for the viewer to generalize: Does this view of things awaken in me a larger view of reality in which I share? Even though I may not wish to share it, does it convict me of its power?

Glittering Brokenness

There is another period in Western art which shares Picasso’s finally dark vision of the human possibility: Romanesque art of the 11th and 12th centuries. An art of almost cubistic distortion, it is drastically expressionist. It confronts human frailty directly and, like Picasso, portrays the passion of human existence without the least trace of prudery. It is an art which embraced the Augustinian view of humanity reflected in the Confessions, but without Augustine’s incessant moralizing.

Yet there is also a fundamental difference in perspective. Though Picasso occasionally portrayed the crucifixion, such works were always remarkably devoid of religious conviction. His interest in the crucifixion was an interest in anguish. Picasso’s only answer to the problem of suffering was beauty.

Romanesque art is, of course, beautiful, but since it is finally religious art, it speaks to the suffering it portrays in terms of the redemption it also presents. Just as Picasso makes use of drastic juxtapositions, so the Romanesque artists placed fall and redemption in drastic tension. It is not unusual to see in the sculpture of a Romanesque church such a thing as the graphic portrayal of lust placed alongside a saint contorted by the ecstasy of revelation. The darkness is always controlled by the light of redemption.

In Picasso, finally, we find only the glittering brokenness, a brokenness which can be reconstructed solely by the beautiful "lies" of art. But finally, the artist himself must die. For Picasso, the hope is in the beauty of now; the rest is darkness.

I do not intend to close on an eristically apologetic note; i.e., "See, oh moderns, how even the greatest genius of our age saw that the only reasonable response to the human dilemma without Christ is despair." It would be a betrayal of the sheer beauty of Picasso’s art to use it in such a dishonorable fashion. Surely Christianity is not in such bad shape that it must resort to using great art merely as a tool with which to tear humanity down so that we can later use Jesus to build it up again.

I am trying to understand why I respond so powerfully to Picasso. I don’t share his ultimate vision. I sometimes don’t even approve of him -- his glorification of rape, for instance; or his reduction of atrocity to merely subjective outrage. And yet I am grasped. My response is not unrelated, I hope, to my confidence that humanity reflects so truly and completely the glory of God that there is glory even in the fragmentation of the human.

Grace Unliminted (Romans 11:32)

For God has consigned all men to disobedience, that he may have mercy upon all. [Rom. 11:32].

By what right did Paul presume to address the Christians of Rome in such universalistic terms? "Mercy upon all"? Had not the Lord Jesus himself taught the very converse when he warned that "many are called but few are chosen"? Paul’s own second letter to the Thessalonians had looked forward to that day in which the Lord Jesus would be revealed "in flaming fire, inflicting vengeance upon those who do not know God and upon those who do not obey the Gospel" (1:8).

Had Paul gone soft as a result of the many beatings and stonings and other perils that he had endured as a missionary? Was it the advancing years that were causing him to write with the permissiveness of a doting grandfather?

Surely the opening chapters of Romans don’t give any hint of a diminished Paul. His general indictment of humanity’s sin, his frank confession of our helplessness before the demands of the law sound like the same old rigorous and crusty Paul that we had come to know and love. This was the Paul who could fanatically persecute Christians before his conversion and could, in a rage, call for the self-mutilation of the Judaizers after his conversion (Gal. 5:12).

Now, this self-same Paul, as the surprising culmination of his whole theology of history, is calling for universal salvation. "Mercy upon all"? What of the Caligulas and the Neros of his day, or the Hitlers and the Stalins of our own? What of the drug traffickers or the pimps who exploit teen-agers? Is "mercy" the answer to the crimes of sadistic degenerates or the corruption of officials who permit wolves to prey upon the poor? Will there never be justice for the victims of exploitation and unspeakable cruelty? Is it not profane even to suggest blanket forgiveness for the perpetrators of Auschwitz?

Quite apart from the fiends and moral lepers of history, does not this Pauline universalism make a mockery of ordinary human striving? If everything is covered by grace, then really, all we do is trivialized. If we’re all going to be dragged into the Kingdom of God whether we want to be or not, and human freedom and moral striving are only an illusion, then we are merely the puppets of a divine determiner. But how can a deity who denies us freedom be loved in freedom?

The arguments that can be marshaled against this Pauline universalism are legion, and surely they were not unknown to the apostle himself. In fact, many can be found in his own letters. Nevertheless, Paul was finally driven, by the very logic of his faith in the incarnation, to speak in such grace-filled terms. The incarnation of the Son of God is, no matter how you slice it, a matter, of sheer constancy and love from God’s side. It was not by human righteousness that we ascended to heaven, "that is, to bring Christ down" (Rom. 10:6).

The incarnation was so far from being a human accomplishment that it caught humanity by surprise. Even now, after nearly 2,000 years of proclamation, we still strain to believe. Our faith is so terribly fragile that often it surprises even us. The fact that we believe at all seems a miracle; it is all grace.

Christmas is so much a holiday of family reunions and generalized piety that we often lose sight of the drastic thing we do. We bow down and worship an infant, believing him to be the altogether unique Son of the Most High! It must be the sentiment and the festiveness that so veil our modern critical faculties, and maybe that’s OK. Yet in the brief span before now and the day itself, it might be useful to examine what an exceptional thing our faith is.

What remains when we examine our faith and try to sort out our reasons for wanting to believe (a way out of tragedy perhaps), our reasons for needing to believe (an unresolved Oedipal conflict possibly)? How can we believe at all against the fact that historically our religion has functioned as an opiate for the oppressed and that it is, as a cultural phenomenon, neither appreciably better nor essentially worse than any other religion? How can an even mildly sophisticated 20th century person -- anyone who knows the shoddy history of the Christian churches, who has taken Hume or Darwin, Marx or Freud or Nietzsche to heart -- still believe in the truth of the incarnation?

If we examine ourselves, we must admit that our faith swims against the main current of our culture and of our own individual psyches. When we believe, if we believe, we believe because we have been graced. We know all the reasons for skepticism, and we embrace them all -- if not frankly and formally, then certainly implicitly in our individual life styles. Still we also believe. It’s probable that our recognition of God in Christ is the only miracle we will ever see.

We could argue for the sheer graciousness of the incarnation by grounding our case in the sinful state of humanity, stressing how it is that we deserve only death and how the son of God comes to us "while we were yet sinners." Like the poor, our sin is always with us, so perhaps we can save sin for Lent. Let’s just focus on the experience of faith itself. We realize that all is grace by merely recognizing the manifold cultural and critical contradictions that bar the way to faith. What a rare, almost enchanted thing is our incarnation faith.

It’s this standing in grace. It’s this having no other way to account for where one is. It’s this sense of having been held and fed and loved, as a child is loved, that drives us, as it certainly drove Paul, to a sense of grace universal. How can such love be limited? How can God finally love some with such parental tenderness and care and then reject others? Is God a parent who dotes on favorite children and treats the others as pariahs?

Paul’s own experience of faith revealed to him that there can be no talk of faith being the one work that merits salvation. To one who experienced the road to Damascus, such talk is absurd -- just as it is absurd to us people "come of age" who will cluster around the manger, transfixed in wonder. There is no merit in my receiving that which I cannot deny.

No! Christmas is God’s party, and there’s only one question left. Has he thrown his party for a few or for all? In the heat of religious conflict we say things in fierce judgment. Even Jesus said things in fierce judgment which must be tempered by reality. The reality in Bethlehem is the universal love of God. The problems, the paradoxes, the contradictions notwithstanding -- the reality in Bethlehem is the universal love of God.

Floods (Matthew 5:45)

He . . . sends rain on the just and on the unjust [Matt. 5:45].

The land would have to be very dry before one would gladly welcome a flood: days of torrential rain soaking the parched soil until it could hold no more, turning the solid earth into a quagmire. Rivers rising and sweeping before them whole towns. Households dislocated. Lives lost. Disease and stench and bankruptcy. Months of heartbreaking labor, just to patch up. Surveying such ruin, one would have to have been utterly desperate to be able to rejoice because at last the drought was over.

God’s love is like the rain -- refreshing when it falls in moderation and with regularity, but terrifying and destructive when it comes in blowing, blinding sheets.

What a reasonable and liberal religion we could have if Jesus had limited his remarks concerning the love of God to his lovely rain analogy. God "sends rain on the just and on the unjust." Unambiguous universalism. No talk of holy storms of retribution. No whirlwinds of revelation. No harkening back to the primordial flood when God in his righteous fury drowned nearly the entire human race. Only the friendly rain and the fertility that inevitably follows.

After the great flood, God promised Noah never again to curse the earth, but God’s reason was wonderfully arch: "For the imagination of man’s heart is evil from his youth" (Gen. 8:21). Drowning hadn’t done any good. Despite God’s having tried this watery vengeance, sin remained. He was at an impasse. He wouldn’t accept defeat and destroy the human race. He is too faithful for that. But sin survives anything less. Even though he drowns millions, sin survives in the survivors, and the whole mess starts over. Soon the survivors build a tower. As a tactic, unrestrained fury had failed. Such terrorism usually does.

So God tries a different tack. He will choose one man to be the father of one nation, and that nation will be the means by which God will heal the breach between all other nations and himself. "By you all the nations of the earth shall bless themselves" (Gen. 12:3). Having created and loved the human race, God will not destroy it. God will answer human rebellion not with annihilating wrath, but with blessing. Surely the gift of God’s son is foretokened in the call of Abraham.

All this brings us back to the flood. Not the flood from which Noah was saved, but the flood of Christ’s blessing which threatens to drown us even now. Remember, the context of our text is the Sermon on the Mount -- the implications of God’s love gush forth so relentlessly that they cut the ground out from under our feet.

If God treats evil persons, his enemies -- and which of us are not his enemies? -- with mercy, so we too should treat our enemies in the same manner. If God spares nothing, not even his beloved son, for the sake of his enemies, ought we not sacrifice ourselves for the other, even the enemy? Turn the other cheek. Sell all you have and give to the poor. Take no heed for the morrow. (You have God’s love; how can you ever be anxious about anything again?) The Sermon on the Mount is nothing more or less than the manifesto of the reckless love of God. It is a cloudburst of blessing. It washes away our sins and our need to judge ourselves or others. It opens up a new standard of living, a new way to calculate our profits and losses. It offers us a vision of a new landscape washed clean, made green and glorious by the rain of God.

The land would have to be very dry before one would gladly welcome a flood. Why won’t God deal in less drastic extremes? Can’t he do anything without creating cataclysms? Granted our lives are rather arid, must he always nearly kill us in order to save us?

We must confess that, by and large, we Christians prefer flood control -- God’s love tamed, so that we can have his blessings within the framework of the order we have created. We must seem very strange to Christians of the Third World, for example, in talking about love but then building economic dams so that we can control those rains God sends from heaven on the just and on the unjust. We American middle-class Christians must appear to be as anxious, self-interested and grasping as anyone else. And which are we in Jesus’ eyes, the just or the unjust?