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The Truth is Unknowable
Fellow Palm Beacher George Conger has written a fascinating summary of the 2008 Lambeth Conference in his article The Hollow Men: Lambeth 2008, What Happened And Why.
In the course of this, he focused on Archbishop of Canterbury Rowan Williams’ own consistent philosophy of religion:
Dr. Williams is a consistent thinker. Since his enthronement he has not deviated from the intellectual and theological principles that have guided his academic writings. Paramount among these is the belief that truth is unknowable. Certainty lies only with those who lack critical self-awareness: “For the fundamentalist, the will of God is clearly ascertainable for all situations, either through the plain words of scripture (as received in a particular but unacknowledged convention of reading) or with the aid of supernatural direct prompting: Christian revelation is there to offer clear and important information – how to be right,” he asserted in his 1994 book Open to Judgment (OTJ, p. 221).
When God does illumine us, “when God’s light breaks on my darkness,” he stated, “the first thing I know is that I don’t know – and never did” (OTJ, p. 120).
This denial of certainty is what the reign of Christ over us means: “Christ’s is the kingship of a riddler, the one who makes us strangers to what we think we know” (OTJ, p.131).
For Dr. Williams, theology does not reveal God; it reveals that there is no revelation, no single knowable truth. He who claims possession of the truth, and uses it to exclude others from the fellowship of the church, shows by his very actions that the truth is not in him.
That kind of thinking–that God, and the truth, are ultimately unknowable–is a throwback to a lot of the liberalism that I was presented with growing up in TEC. It is a big step beyond the admission that God is infinite and that we as people don’t have the capacity to understand everything. Buttressed by Higher Criticism, it was and is the religion of endless doubt and searching without resolution.
The result isn’t too hard to predict–people left a church with no answers and no definite position in droves.
Unfortunately, Williams makes himself an anachronism, even to the TEC liberals. Washington Bishop John Chane is more certain of his own position in this post-Lambeth wrap:
WRITING IN his diocesan newspaper upon his return to Washington, leading liberal Bishop John Chane was not sanguine about the Communion’s future prospects, either, and defended his decision not to honor the moratoria.
In his attempts to be non-partial, Dr. Williams had favored the right, Bishop Chane charged. “There was far too much recognition of those who chose not to participate in this Lambeth Conference and far too little recognition of those bishops who chose to come,” he contended. Moreover, homosexuals continued to be a scapegoat for the Communion’s troubles. “Blaming the least among us continues to divert our attention away from the issues that threaten the very existence of humankind and the environmental health of our planet,” he wrote.
“I for one will not ask for any more sacrifices to be made by persons in our church who have been made outcasts because of their sexual orientation,” Chane said. “The Anglican Communion must face the hard truth that when we scapegoat and victimize one group of people in the church, all of us become victims of our own prejudice and sinfulness.”
Williams is finding that his liberalism is being left behind, both by the conservatives from the Global South (with their North American allies) and their left-wing opponents. His position may be consistent, but it is untenable.
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Mass Confusion: Lamb of God
For this week’s contribution to Mass Confusion, I’m going back to the Lamb of God from an old favourite: Roger Smith, Michael Howell and the New Commitment’s Who Shall Spread the Good News?The rest of this album is here, as it has been for the last five years.
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It’s Not What School You Went To, It’s the Kind of Person You Are
In the middle of all the other excitement followed on this blog, last weekend I got to do something completely different: attend my high school class reunion, the first one I had even been to. People were taken aback that I was going to Boca Raton, FL, to do this, but there’s no mystery: someone’s got to go to high school in Boca, so why not me?
High school reunions can be difficult experiences. In a class there are always winners and losers, and in a confined space such as a school there aren’t many places to hide. Getting everybody back together only opens old wounds, although these are compensated for when the winners and losers find that they’ve traded places in real life. As one friend of mine put it, if you’ve peaked in high school, you’re in real trouble.
In this case, the reunion experience was entirely positive. The original social scene was more diffuse and not as stratified as in most places, so we didn’t start with a “pecking order” to work through. Coupled with a high mortality rate in our class, we were just glad to see each other. The school did a wonderful job in putting things together and we had a great time.
Readers of this blog, however, may be aware that I have my own baggage to deal with, not with the classmates, but with the school itself. As I mentioned in my 2005 piece Dear Graduate, one thing that has always sat hard was my school’s adverse reaction to my going to Texas A&M University. My decision to do this was a complicated one, but my complexities meant nothing to those who felt that I was Ivy League material and should honour the school’s reputation by going there. I was pulled over by one faculty member and directly admonished about my choice; another publicly expressed his amazement.
But the pièce de resistance came the day I graduated. One of our classmates was brilliant enough to get early admission to an Ivy League school, which meant that he spent his senior year in high school as a freshman in college. We hadn’t seen him for a year. Evidently someone had tipped him off, because, as we were assembling to march into the school’s chapel, he pulled me aside and griped about my choice.
Needless to say, the imposing buildings of Aggieland were a welcome sight when I went for orientation later in the month.
As our reunion wound down, my wife and I got to talk with our class saluditorian, who is a very nice person and who helped make our reunion a reality. She was horrified at my experience, and while relating her own educational odyssey (which did in fact take her up East) she expressed the sentiment that it’s not what school you went to, it’s the kind of person you are.
Needless to say, those were healing words. It was worth making the trip to hear them. Unfortunately, her opinion and mine are rapidly passing into the minority, on a practical level at least.
I’ve noted that we’ve not had a non-Ivy League President of the United States since Ronald Reagan, and if things keep going the way they are we won’t have another one during the life of this Republic. I’d like to think that this is a problem solely of the left, but it isn’t. During the Harriet Miers fiasco, Ann Coulter griped that Bush (himself a Skull and Bones Yalie, like John Kerry) had nominated an SMU graduate to the Supreme Court. The conservatives (and many Evangelicals in the pack) have adopted, lemming-like, this mentality.
Along these lines I’d like to add something from Moses Maimonides, the Jewish philosopher:
The prophets have likewise explained unto us these things, and have expressed the same opinion on them as the philosophers. They say distinctly that perfection in property, in health, or in character, is not a perfection worthy to be sought as a cause of pride and glory for us; that the knowledge of God, i.e., true wisdom, is the only perfection which we should seek, and in which we should glorify ourselves. Jeremiah, referring to these four kinds of perfection, says: “Thus saith the Lord, Let not the wise man glory in his wisdom, neither let the mighty man glory in his might, let not the rich man glory in his riches; but let him that glorieth glory in this, that he understandeth and knoweth me” (Jer. ix. 22, 23). See how the prophet arranged them according to their estimation in the eyes of the multitude. The rich man occupies the first rank; next is the mighty man; and then the wise man; that is, the man of good moral principles: for in the eyes of the multitude, who are addressed in these words, he is likewise a great man. (Guide for the Perplexed, III, LIV)
And as for the school itself? Well, it looks like they don’t have to worry about renegades like me any more. When I went there, the school had only Grades 7-12. Now they have them all, including pre-kindergarten. The alumni director told me that parents who were seeking admission for their children into pre-K were already asking about the Ivy League admission rate.
It’s good that neither Jeremiah nor Moses Maimonides had to add the Ivy Leaguers to the list. But we must.
