Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts
Showing posts with label 1999. Show all posts

Tuesday, June 8, 2010

Random Quotes – For Your Musing Or Amusing

November 1999

(On genealogy) One does not have to go back very far to be everyone’s cousin. After the lapse of a mere 20 generations, everyone has 1,048,576 direct ancestors – great, great, great, etc. grandparents. Apart from a few immigrant groups, every Englishman of English grandparents may claim to be descended from everyone who was alive in England at the Norman Conquest (1066). IN THE LIGHT OF HISTORY, J. H. Plumb

Actual Classified Ad Blunders (Newsletter of NFO):

For Sale: an antique desk suitable for lady with thick legs and large drawers.

We do not tear your clothing by machinery. We do it carefully by hand.

A superb and inexpensive restaurant. Fine foods expertly served by waitresses in appetizing forms.

Dog for sale: eats anything and is fond of children.

Dinner special – Turkey $2.35; Chicken or beef $2.25; children $2.00

“Rumor is a pipe
Blown by surmises, jealousies, conjectures,
And of so easy and so plain a stop
That the blunt monster with uncounted heads,
The still discordant wavering multitude,
Can play on it.” (Henry IV, Part 2, Introduction)

(Do you think the “Enquirer” would be willing to run that on their
masthead?)

For fast acting relief try slowing down. Lily Tomlin

“We get into the habit of living before acquiring the habit of thinking.” Albert Camus

If the world’s population of nearly 5 billion people was reduced to a village of 100 people, this would be the result:
58 would be Asian
12 would be African
10 would be Western Europeans
8 would be Latin Americans
5 would be North Americans
1 would be an Australian or a New Zealander

CJW comment: I know it doesn’t add up to 100, I just copied the NFO item. The missing six must be Eastern Europeans.

“We make a living by what we get, but we make a life by what we give.” Sir Winston Churchill

“If all the year were playing holidays, To sport would be as tedious as work.” Prince Hal, HENRY IV, Act 1

“A woman came to ask the doctor if a woman should have children after 35. I said 35 children is enough for any woman!” Gracie Allen

“No one, on his deathbed, ever said, ‘I wish I’d spent more time in the office.’” Vincent Foster (Counsel in the 1st Clinton term)

Problem that has haunted Western thought: “Why would a good God allow evil in the world?... a trilemma created, ‘If God were good,’ observed C. S. Lewis, ‘He would wish to make his creatures perfectly happy, and if God were almighty He would be able to do as he wished. But the creatures are not happy. Therefore God lacks either goodness or power or both....’ ‘The only excuse for God,’ said Stendahl, ‘is that he does not exist.’” Daniel Boorstin, THE SEEKERS, p. 13

“There is no sure foundation set on blood,
No certain life achieved by others’ death.”
KING JOHN, Act V, Sc. 2

“The artist... speaks to our capacity for delight and wonder, to the sense of mystery surrounding our lives; to our sense of pity, and beauty, and pain; to the latent feeling of fellowship with all creation – to the subtle but invincible conviction of solidarity that knits together the loneliness of innumerable hearts, to the solidarity of dreams, in joy, in sorrow, in aspirations, in illusions, in hope, in fear which binds men to each other, which binds together all humanity – the dead to the living and the living to the unborn.” Joseph Conrad, “The Conditions of Art”

Did “The Body” Get A Bad Rap?

October 8, 1999

The news and TV talkers have gabbed to the nth degree about a statement made by Jesse “The Body” Ventura, Governor of Minnesota, in an interview published by Playboy magazine. The ex-professional wrestler and Navy Seal was widely quoted as saying, “Organized religion is a sham and a crutch for weak-minded people.”

What I did not hear in the heaps of criticism was Ventura’s full answer to a question about legalizing prostitution, as in the Netherlands, which the Governor favored for rather persuasive reasons. When the interviewer asked, “This isn’t a very popular position in America, is it?” THIS is what the Governor replied:

“No, and it’s because of religion. Organized religion is a sham and a crutch for weak-minded people who need strength in numbers. It tells people to go out and stick noses in other peoples’ business. I live by the golden rule: treat others as you want them to treat you. The religious right wants to tell people how to live.”

Do you recognize how the Media pulled part of a sentence out of context in order to sensationalize Governor Ventura’s answer? If he had said “some organized religion, etc...” I would have agreed with him, and so would millions of others. After all, the USA is the most church-going nation in the world, and while church attendance on Sundays has been estimated at one hundred million, 30 to 35% of Americans are not members and/or do not support an organized religion. That does not mean, however, that they are not religious. That is a whole other subject. And after all, the religious right does want and tries to tell us all how to live. The Governor was correct in that.

The whole interview occupies the large part of ten pages. To single out that one answer and put a “spin” on it, is neither good news-gathering nor fair comment.

Many of the Governor’s answers are interesting. He is consistently candid, plain spoken. Even though I cannot agree with many of his positions and beliefs, I admire his openness and frankness. Here are a few examples, although I wish more people would read the whole interview.

When asked why he was drawing larger crowds on his book tour than Kissinger or Newt Gingrich, he answered, “The answer is that people are searching for the truth, for someone they can truly believe in. The truth may not be what they want to hear, but at least they know they’re getting it.”

To a question about Pat Buchanan, he replied, “I respect him. He makes people think. He and I differ drastically on social issues, and that would hold him back from being the Reform Party nominee. Mr. Buchanan puts certain issues like abortion on the front burner. We in the Reform Party do not. We don’t even have abortion on our platform. It’s not a political issue. It’s been decided by the courts, and it should be challenged in the courts.”

When the interviewer asked, “How do you feel about protesters who burn the American flag?” Ventura answered, “If you buy the flag, it’s yours to burn.” That would not be a widely popular answer, but certainly the position can be defended.

When asked, “What do you think of gays in the military?” I believe the Governor made a sensible, forthright answer, “Who am I to tell someone they can or cannot serve their country? I couldn’t care less if the person next to me is gay as long as he gets the job done.”

When the governor was questioned about the death penalty, he replied, “I don’t support the death penalty. In the private sector I did, but not as Governor. I wouldn’t want the responsibility of sending someone to his death. Minnesota doesn’t have a death penalty, so it doesn’t matter to me.” Although most of you know I have been opposed to capital punishment for longer than most of you have been alive, but I can see the merit of his stance on this issue.

Jesse “The Body” was quite frank about professional wrestling. It is entertainment, not sport. The bouts and endings are choreographed and rehearsed. But constant training is required because the crowd-pleasing brutality or pseudo-brutality must be plausible. Even then, I read the other day about a professional wrestler who had his neck broken in a match and may never walk again.

If Governor Ventura should ever run for higher or national office, I doubt that I would vote for him. But of this I am sure, he would tell it as he sees it, no matter who becomes offended. That is a quality of political statements now most sadly lacking and most to be desired, no matter where, left, right, or center you may be positioned.

Monday, June 7, 2010

Happy Birthday To:

October 4, 1999

Happy Birthday To:

Sara’s Grandson, Kirk McKean (14)
Comedian Jan Murray (82)
Actor Charlton Heston (75)
Author Jackie Collins (58)
Author Anne Rice (58)
Actor Clifton Davis (54)
Actress Susan Sarandon (53)
Actress Alicia Silverstone (23)
ME (88)

Kirk is a tall, slim teenager.

I have only a vague recollection of Jan Murray’s comedy. I’ve not read Collins or Rice. I’m not familiar with the acting of Clifton Davis or Alicia Silverstone.

Charlton Heston and I sharing the same birthday!!! So much for astrology.

On the other hand, Susan Sarandon’s views of public issues seem to be much like my own. So ....

Anyway, HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO US ALL. I had a good one.

Reading Room Reflections

September 19, 1999

Sitting in the spacious, excellently lighted reading room of the Selby Library the other day, I was reminded of notes I took a few years back when reading IN THE LIGHT OF HISTORY, by the English historian J. H. Plumb (published 1973). He wrote of the momentum for knowledge in the late 17th century. In publishing, it was an era of encyclopedias and dictionaries.

Plumb wrote that the English High Church bishops viewed with anxiety the spread of lectures, science, particularly – “popular education led to questioning accepted beliefs in religion and politics. What began as scientific curiosity often ended in political and moral speculation.” It was a great age of libraries and book clubs, hi the libraries serious works hugely outnumbered fiction ... and toward the end of the century there was an obvious connection between dissenters, liberals, and libraries. At Birmingham, 18 out of 19 members of the committee who ran the library were dissenters led by Joseph Priestley; the originators of the London Library were men with a strong liberal bias, supporters of America and sympathetic to the early aspirations of the French Revolution.”

This thirst for knowledge was often found in combination with a critical and realistic attitude toward politics and religion. The governing circles “were horrified that miners were reading Thomas Paine.”

I recall how important in my boyhood was the Parlin Library, near Everett Square. There I developed my life-long habit of reading books. Beginning with “boys’” stories – Frank Merriwell, Tom Swift, Zane Grey’s westerns, Tarzan, I gradually responded to biographies, histories, Lamb’s Tales from Shakespeare, the heroic myths: King Arthur, Charlemagne, Roland and Oliver, Ogier the Dane. Then the novelists: Charles Dickens, James Fenimore Cooper. Alexandre Dumas’ (the elder’s) THE COUNT OF MONTE CRISTO was thrilling reading. My continuing fondness for good mysteries was sparked by the Sherlock Holmes stories by Sir Arthur Conan Doyle.

Charles Parlin was a benefactor of the City of Everett. My Junior High was Parlin Junior. Incidentally, in my third year of Junior High (equivalent to the 9th grade), I was one of those awarded the “Parlin P.” Qualification was based on academic grades, athletic tests, and character (the latter the appraisal of teachers). I barely qualified for the athletic part because I was not a swift runner. However, I did OK in strength tests – pushups, chinning the bar, throwing the baseball. I still have that “P” letter – I don’t think I ever had it put on jacket or sweater. It was a bit moth-eaten the last time I looked at it.

Today, with the Internet and computer science becoming so wide-spread, will the libraries still be an important part of our education and absorption of culture? I hope so, because much as I like the computer and am fascinated by it, it doesn’t replace good books.

In 1951, when I was doing some graduate work at Boston University School of Theology (BUST), I remember the Professor of Church History, Edwin Prince Booth, emphasizing at the beginning of the semester, “History is in the books. If you want to know church history, or any other history, go to the books!!”

Will that still be true in the computer, information, fax, TV, video age? I surmise that my grandchildren and greatgrandchildren and their millions of countrymen and women will answer that question. Will the progressive, even radical ideas many of us encountered in the books be available on the sophisticated, electronic networks? For in the books, time and again, was a counterpunch, or a basis for debate when special interests or “establishment” powers were quite willing to have the people remain in ignorance of other ways and ethical principles.

Shakespeare has Caliban, who hated Prospero, say in THE TEMPEST (Act III, Sc. 2),

“Remember
First to possess his books; for without them
He’s but a sot, as I am, nor hath not
One spirit to command: they all do hate him
As rootedly as I. Burn but his books.”

Sunday, June 6, 2010

Remembrance Of Things Past

August 31, 1999

Remembrance Of Things Past
(With apologies to Marcel Proust)

Marj sent me THE PERFECT STORM by Sebastian Junger. As I took the book out of the envelope, I fanned the pages, and, suddenly, on page 263, “Hough’s Neck” caught my attention. This is a curious juxtaposition of circumstances. In late August, I was thinking back 74 years. Late August always stirs these thoughts. Hough’s Neck is a protruding spit of land in Quincy Bay where my father was drowned. (August 25?)

Uncle John Granstrom, his brother Andrew Granstrom, and my father were on a fishing trip. They moored the motor boat off Hough’s Neck and were rowing the dory to shore to buy supplies. As Uncle John told the story, a sudden, violent squall arose and the dory capsized. He came up and held on to the dory. He never saw his brother or my father come up. My father was a strong man and could swim, so we never knew the precise circumstances.

We were staying at the Granstrom’s “cottage” at Wollaston Beach. Actually it was a substantial two-story house with three bedrooms. It only lacked a central heating system to be a year-round house.

Uncle John was brought back, either by the state police or the Coast Guard. That Sunday morning remains one of the unforgettable days of my life. When they brought the news, my mother started screaming, “Carl’s gone!!! Carl’s gone!!!” I walked out of the cottage and paced on the sparse grass patch, trying unsuccessfully to grasp what had happened. I was called back to the cottage and was told by my uncle and aunt, “You must now be the man of the family.”

My father’s body was not recovered for a week, being found in Hingham Bay. Uncle John told me, with a lack of sensitivity, that the casket must remain closed because crabs had eaten away at my father’s face and body. That image gave me bad dreams for some time. The service was at the funeral home of Christian Berrglund, a Swedish undertaker in Cambridge. When I leaned against my mother, one of the aunts pushed me by the shoulder and reminded me, “You are now the man of the family.”

Just into my teens – and expected to be a “man”. I was lamed emotionally- a mixture of guilt because I couldn’t be a man; resentment toward those who were putting me in that category; and feelings of inadequacy a deplorable package to be saddled with at that age. If there had been money and motivation for psychological counseling, maybe it could have all been worked out. But there wasn’t and the scars have never been completely healed to this day.

There was so much I never knew about my father. Did he come to this country just because he was a younger son and could not take over the family farm? Why did he never say a word, to my knowledge, about his service in the Swedish Army? Why was he never home to evening meals, coming in late, usually under the influence of alcohol? Did he prefer to stay away from his family (us, that is)?

But there are some good memories, too. He took me to baseball games at Fenway Park before I began 1st grade of school. My memories of that are vague, but he told me a few years later that at one game we attended, we saw Babe Ruth pitch a shutout for the Red Sox. Babe Ruth was a top-notch left-handed pitcher before his home-run prowess made him an everyday player and outfielder. I do remember one game in the early 1920s, when Ruth, then a Yankee, threw out a runner from third after a sacrifice fly. The throw from deep left field was perfect, on the line at the catcher’s knee – no bounce. I have never seen a better throw.

When I was about ten years old, my father took me with him a couple of times on Saturdays when he was not working his regular job. We went to Roxbury, to a dark, dank, small garage built into a rise of ground.

There, he and a couple of his friends would repair automobiles. Bottles of whiskey and beer were passed around frequently. Those were Prohibition years, but this seemed to make no difference to them (or most everybody else). Generally in the 1920s, anyone could get liquor without difficulty. The authorities were unable to cope with the widespread disregard of the Prohibition laws. Liquor was easily available.

I met my father’s best friend, Joe Dosti. Joe Dosti was a veteran of World War I in poor health because he had received a dose of mustard gas in the trench warfare in France.

Once when I was there they went to a bowling alley, taking me along. My father was a good bowler. At least twice at Thanksgiving he brought home a large turkey which he won in bowling competitions.

So I do have some treasured memories, although I have related almost all of them in this piece.

There were those who attempted to do some male “parenting” to me in the following years. The minister of the Everett Universalist Church, Ulysses Sumner Milburn, sent me on errands for him or the church. I ran the stereopticon with the glass slides when he gave his lectures on his travels in Europe. Dr. Milburn recruited Loren Paine, a young stockbroker, to do things for me. He took me to such events as a Bruins hockey game at Boston Garden; to a forum at Faneuil Hall; to a concert.

As I look back, I was not sufficiently responsive or appreciative of those efforts. I became something of a loner, understandably, between school and after-school jobs. I was really close only with my grandfather, John Wilson. I would be unrealistic to wish things had been different – because life was what it was, period. I have lived a long life. All in all, it has been a good one. I have been blessed with affectionate, generous sons and daughters, grandchildren, great-grandchildren, many friends over the years, live an interesting retired life – music, theater, films, drama, church, bridge, conversations, reading, crossword puzzles, learning the computer. I have skilled physicians who keep me alive and functioning, and a particular caring friend. I identify with what Sean O’Casey, the Irish playwright wrote:

“I have found life an enjoyable, enchanting and sometimes terrifying experience and I’ve enjoyed it completely – a lament in one ear, perhaps, but always a song in the other.”

My Irish Boss, 1926-1929

July 31, 1999

After my father died, my after-school job in much of the above years was delivery boy and other tasks in a small grocery store of the John T. Connor chain, located on Norwood Street, not far from Everett Square. This grocery chain was merged a few years later with another group of grocery stores and became First National Stores. Years, subsequently when super-markets were organized, “Finast” emerged in that enterprise with a name I have forgotten.

At the time, the John T. Connor firm had a personnel practice of hiring immigrants from Ireland to manage their one-man stores. My boss was Joseph Murphy, with a thick Irish brogue. I don’t know how long he had been in this country. He was about 30-35 years old, unmarried, and boarded, room and meals, with an Irish family near the comer of Summer Street and Broadway. Every noon his landlady sent down a hot lunch which he ate, interrupting his meal to serve customers. On Saturdays, when I was there at noon, he would eat in the back room without interruption. I would wait on customers. I do not remember restaurants in Everett at that time except for one “Waldorf”.

He was paid $30 a week, plus $1.00 for every $100 of sales volume. Thus, if total sales for the week were $900 his wages were $39. The simple cash register just recorded the amount of sales and totals for the day or week. So he had considerable paper work to do. The complex scanners and computer-like terminals at check-out counters were about sixty years in the future. When a customer had several items, the prices were listed with pencil and added on the brown paper bag. Both the Boss and I were rather quick and accurate and took pride in that skill.

I was paid $4.00 a week for five afternoons from 2/30 PM to 6; and all day Saturday 8 AM to 9 PM. Once in a while, but not that often, I would get a tip when I delivered a grocery order, 25 cents was the usual gratuity. I had a two-wheel push cart, the wheels about 3’ in diameter and the box about 5’ by 5’.

There were certain skills developed in that store. Butter did not come packaged but in large round tubs which were mounted on a slant in the icebox. I learned how to cut ¼ pound, ½ pound and 1 pound wedge, using a trowel-like cutter. Once again it was a source of pride when I hit the proper weight right on the nose.

When not delivering, I had other tasks, unpacking and re-stocking shelves; taking cases of “tonic” (Coca-Cola, Moxie, root beer, ginger ale) to the cellar; in the cellar, filling ½ peck and one peck paper bags with potatoes which arrived at the store in large burlap bags. Occasionally there would be a thoroughly rotten potato – one of the most disgusting objects I ever had to handle.

Murphy was a good boss – never harsh with me. He was a natural psychologist, as I realized years later. More than once as I was stocking shelves or handling cases, he would say to a customer, “Look at young Carl, strong as an elephant he is.” (In that wonderful brogue). Well, I was a teen-ager who ate up that praise and worked even harder.

He was a good man, too. One of the weekly deliveries, the greatest distance, was to a poor Irish mother who had four children, all probably under six years old. They occupied the top flat of a run-down “three decker.” When I think about it, I can still sense the pervasive stench of unwashed diapers as I climbed to the top floor. (No Pampers then).

This Friday order was always the same, 2 pecks of potatoes. My instructions were not to collect any money for the order or take any tip. Many times I wondered if that was all they had to eat – potatoes. In those times, no public welfare, no aid to dependent children, no WIC. Murphy told me not to collect, [was it] because he was paying? Or, perhaps, the John T. Connor Co was unknowingly subsidizing the order. I believe there were also a few customers he carried “on the cuff” although he said nothing about it to me.

I never saw the father when I made those deliveries. I asked the Boss once about that and he said, only, with that lilting brogue, “The drink is a terrible creature, it is.”

I have a warm memory of Murphy, my Irish boss and a good man.

Saturday, June 5, 2010

Buddha, Christian Saint

June 27, 1999

The story is ancient and found in several legends – parables may be a more accurate mode. In the Christian roster of saints, once there were St. Baarlam and St. Josaphat. Their story has had versions in the traditions of Slavonic peoples, French, German, Scandinavian. The story is fully told by Wilfred Cantwell Smith, one of the superior scholars of world religions in his book, TOWARD A WORLD THEOLOGY. The story may have been transmitted from Georgia (not our neighbor state to the North) about the 12th century by monks at the monastery of Mt. Athos.

This rewrite of a sermon is to inform, particularly members of my family, of my attitude toward other religions. Furthermore, to reflect on the age-old dream of one religion for one world. But I do not relinquish my right, or anyone else’s right to criticize acts and claims in the arena of public issues.

The story, although explicitly Christian, is set in India. Josaphat is an Indian price; Baarlam, a monk from the Sinai desert. Baarlam persuades Josaphat to renounce wealth, luxury, family, pomp and seek instead moral and spiritual truth. He does. Both become Christian saints.

Wilfred Cantwell Smith believes that the Georgian monks received the legend from Islamic sources, because there was a similar and older story in the tradition of the religion of Mohammed.

But the legend is older still than Islam, for it is the story of Prince Siddhartha Gautama, who became the Buddha, gaining enlightenment under the Bo tree. He renounced power, wealth and family, became a pilgrim searching for spiritual enlightenment and moral standards – and became the founder of one of the world’s great religions.

This could be an opportunity to discuss how religious legends, heroes, myths have migrated to unlike cultures through trade, war, immigrations, colonizations, missionaries. But for now, does this story of Buddha, Christian saint, point to a basic deep religion whose root is the same, although the branches and flowers are unlike in different cultures and times? Vivekananda, the Hindu who came to world attention on the occasion of the Parliament of Religions in Chicago, 1893, said: “The same light shines through all colors and in the heart of everything the same truth reigns.”

Is the same truth at the heart of everything? Could it ever be recognized by all peoples?

For thousands of years there have been dreams and prophecies of one world faith which had the power to seize the imagination. One human family in one world, sharing one faith, is a vision of goodness, truth, beauty and unity. Six hundred years before the time of Jesus, the ancient religions of Persia coalesced around the prophet, Zoroaster. In the sacred writings of that faith, there appears these words, “Have the religions of mankind no common ground? Is there not everywhere the same enrapturing beauty beaming forth from many thousand hidden places?”

Earlier than that, in ancient Israel, the prophet Micah proclaimed the universality of his god (Moffatt trans. 4):

“In after days it shall be
That the Eternal’s hill shall rise
Towering over every hill
And higher than the heights.
Nations shall stream to it,
And many a people shall proclaim it.
Come, let us go to the Eternal’s hill
To the house of Jacob’s God
That he may instruct us in his ways
To walk upon his paths.”

The early Christian attributed to Jesus the command to win the world to one faith (Matthew 28/18 ff): “Full authority has been given to me in heaven and in earth; go and make disciples of all nations, baptize them in the name of the Father, Son and Holy Ghost and teach them to obey all the commands I have laid on you.” Most biblical scholars agree that these words represented the missionary zeal of Christians of a later time, not the actual words of Jesus. Many Christian groups have been strongly motivated to convert the whole world to Christian faith which would be universal.

In the 6th and 7th centuries of the Common Era, the religion of Islam spread across several continents moved by a militant missionary spirit. Even now we read that there are more converts to Islam than Christianity, particularly in Africa. In our own country, Islamic religion becomes more and more persuasive to many persons.

The feeling for one big world-wide church or mosque or temple is expressed not only by missionaries, but also, occasionally by the so-called “man on the street.” More than once in a couple of cities, in conversation with an acquaintance, it was said to me, “I can’t see what difference it makes which church we go to; we’re all going to the same place.” (Usually this was a person who went to no church at all.) One can dismiss such a wish because it does make a difference which religious organization one chooses. But this does not get at what such persons have in mind. They sense either through ignorance or wisdom that there is a basic religious center which everyone shares, however differently it may be expressed or celebrated.

But dreams of one faith for one world have been just that – dreams.

When Vivekananda said, “the same light shines through all colors and in the heart of everything the same truth reigns,” he gave insufficient weight to the reality that the light is refracted through a spectrum of differing facets. If there is one truth at the heart of it all, that truth has been obscured by many different and contradictory forms and rituals.

It is pertinent to observe that religious rituals, beliefs, institutions have had a different context in every century. The Christian church of the 1st century was different from what it became in the 2nd, 3rd, and 4th centuries. The Universalist Church and the Unitarian Church of the 18th and 19th centuries were different from what Unitarian Universalist churches are today. Religious faith and institutions always interact with other historical forces and each changes the other. If there is a basic unity, it is obscured, even buried by much diversity, considerable intolerance and intricate cultural complexity.

In many parts of the world, including our own country, there are substantial minorities who are not identified with any religious organization. Many such persons are not stirred at all by religious symbols, rituals, or doctrines.

Wilfred Cantwell Smith makes a searching comparison (p. 87): “The crucifix with the nailed body of Christ is a Roman Catholic symbol. The cross (no body) is a Protestant symbol.” Smith continues, “A crucifix may for certain Roman Catholics represent love, for certain Protestants, superstition; for certain Jews, oppression.” Sophisticated intellectual understanding of religious symbols will not alter the deep-seated negative feelings many persons have difficulty dismissing.

Thus, even though there may be similarities or even a basic essence to religion, the complex historical developments, the painfully elaborated differences, the many antagonisms have so camouflaged any central essence that its reality is dim and obscure, if it exists at all.

The difficulties of one faith winning the world are multiplied when one considers that nearly every religious group has an internal record of conflicts and divisions. There are heresies, creedal disputes, persecutions, executions. The wars of religion in the Christian West stain with blood many of the pages of history. They still do – consider the Balkans.

Furthermore, wide differences in culture, the different scriptures, rites of worship, creeds and church governments combine for a formidable array of obstacles blocking any realization of one faith in one world. There is no evidence I know of that “Earth would be fair and all her people one” if we all went to one big church – even a Unitarian Universalist Church. Some would say, “particularly not a Unitarian Universalist Church.”

What then of world faith? Does the story of Buddha’s legendary migration to become a Christian saint, under an alias, have nothing to teach us?

Religious faith is plural, not singular. Christianity is not going to prevail from “Greenland’s icy mountains to India’s coral strand” despite that rousing old missionary hymn. Neither is any other world religion. The world we live in is varied in culture, climate, economics, politics, and always, everywhere, struggles for power. To recognize the plurality is simple realism. To have a reverence for reverence, however (an Asian attitude) is a virtue we all may cultivate. By that I mean to respect the faith of others, to acknowledge that they are just as sincere in their beliefs as we are in ours is a standard much to be desired. This does not mean that we do not stand by our own convictions and values, or acquiesce in pronouncements we believe wrong.

Growing from that point of recognition is another attitude which philosopher, William Ernest Hocking called “point of tangency.” He illustrated this by writing about a Danish missionary in Kowloon who maintained a rest house for Buddhist pilgrims with a chapel for meditation and prayer, whose altarpiece combined the Buddhist lotus and the Christian cross. Hocking noted, “The institution was a mere point of tangency, but as such, it had the promise of more.”

Some of our Unitarian Universalist societies have made attempts to create points of tangency. The late Ken Patton’s creative efforts at Charles St. Universalist Meeting House are a vivid recollection for me. About fifty years ago on the church platform there was a bookcase containing the scriptures of the world’s religions: Judaism, Christianity, the Koran of Islam, Hindu, Buddhist, Chinese. Over the platform, above the pulpit, there was a large (about 6’ by 6’) black light picture of the galaxy, Andromeda. On the bookcase, there was an antique Near-East oil lamp, boat-shaped, signifying the lamp of knowledge. In my view, that lamp of knowledge was a prime fore-runner of the many artistic versions of the flaming chalice we see today. In addition, there were representations of music, poetry, art.

But there are difficulties because religious symbols with profound meanings are not invented suddenly, even when grouped creatively as Ken did. William James once wrote to the effect that knowledge about a thing is not the thing itself. Authentic religious symbols acquire meanings incrementally through long traditions, generations of story-telling, centuries usually, and because the symbols have resonated with deep uncharted feelings. Nevertheless, points of tangency deserve appreciation because they represent a possible stimulus for humane religious witness on our perilous planet.

No religious organization can bring together all the deep-rooted differences in theology, symbol, sacrament, ritual, tradition. What is most needed is not a unity of faith, as faith is commonly understood, but rather an urgent witness to stimulate and encourage all persons to live up to the ethical demands of their own religions. We do this best by living up to our own.

We cannot make the many faiths one. Even that would not solve human problems. But we ourselves in our own way AND in cooperation with others whose faith symbols may differ widely, can deal with issues of human dignity, rights, freedom, hunger, sickness and the search for common ground in our communities. These are the human points of tangency for all religions with ethical goals and humane standards.

Shakespeare The Shrink

June 23, 1999

Among many scholars it has become commonplace to acknowledge that Shakespeare preceded Freud by several centuries in understanding our guilts, resentments, angers, hungers, power-seeking, obsessions – our human condition. Harold Bloom, a lifelong teacher of Shakespeare, said in an interview, “I keep telling my students that I’m not interested in a Freudian reading of Shakespeare, but a kind of Shakespearean reading of Freud ... the Freudian map of the mind being in fact Shakespearean ... what we think of as Freudian psychology is really a Shakespearean invention, and for the most part, Freud is merely codifying it.”

Harold Bloom also writes in his massive work, SHAKESPEARE THE INVENTION OF THE HUMAN (p. 17), “[Shakespeare] extensively informs the language we speak, his principal characters have become our mythology, and he, rather than his involuntary follower, Freud, is our psychologist.”

Years before I had Bloom’s scholarly comments before me, I sensed that Lady MacBeth dramatized guilt; Lear was willing to give much but not his power; Hamlet, whose inner life has been and always will be the inspiration as well as the enigma of innumerable PhD theses; Falstaff, the roisterer, cynical about many of our supposed prized values – the list could go on and on.

But it is not only in the presentations of Shakespeare’s men and women on stage that he-anticipated Freud, Adler, Jung and their compeers. But also, his words are specific. For example, Cassius talking to Brutus (JULIUS CAESAR, Act 1, Sc. 2) says:

“Therefore, good Brutus, be prepared to hear
And since you know you cannot see yourself
So well as by reflection, I your glass
Will modestly discover to yourself
That of yourself which you yet know not of.”

Read that again, particularly, “Since you know you cannot see yourself So well as by reflection, I, your glass will modestly discover to yourself, that of yourself which you yet know not of.”

Even in Shakespearian Elizabethan cadence, this could be the opening remarks of a therapist today as he or she greets a client for the first time. Many, many years ago when I did a Senior paper on Carl Rogers’ therapeutic method, if I had quoted Cassius’ words to Brutus, I’ll wager that I would have received a higher mark.

I don’t know whether Shakespeare can be classified as a psycho-drama playwright and producer, psychologist, psychoanalyst, or all three, so I just called this piece, SHASKESPEARE THE SHRINK.

I recommend his many works. If you are alert and honest with yourself, somewhere in the plays and sonnets you will find yourself dramatized – hang-ups, neuroses, repressions and all.

Friday, June 4, 2010

The Good Old Days? They Were Not That Good!

April 25, 1999
Tarpon Springs

May 9, 1999
Sarasota

[Editor’s Note: This is a sermon, based on a March 1, 1994 musing]

In order to solve the problems of crime, corruption and education, we are frequently exhorted to return to a time when Christian religion prevailed because that faith was the foundation of our nation. A typical paragraph from a letter to the Editor is representative of the attitude of many fundamentalist Christians:

“Our nation was founded by godly people seeking to further their Christian faith, and God wondrously blessed and sustained their efforts, and those of succeeding generations. We must realize that we compromise and reject our founding values at great peril to our nation.”

Somehow, many people seem to believe our problems can be solved by returning to a world that never was. The ancient Greeks believed in a Golden Age. Hesiod wrote, “They lived like Gods, free from worry and fatigue; old age did not afflict them; they rejoiced in continual festivity.” They were not immortal but they died as “though overcome by sweet slumber. All the blessings of the world were theirs, the fruitful earth gave forth its treasures unbidden. At their death they became guardians and teachers of the living.”

That Golden Age never existed. There never was a pre-”sin” Paradise in a Garden of Eden either. Such beliefs were never founded in historical fact, but on dissatisfaction with given circumstances, frustration with social problems that seemed unsolvable, perhaps as methods of social control, or attempts to explain mysteries about the human condition.

We do face massive and complex problems with crime, poverty, education, taxes, downsizing/unemployment, dealing with how to pay for doctors, hospitals, prescriptions, insurance premiums (whether you call it a crisis or not.) It is a PROBLEM when you face it; it is a CRISIS when I face it. However to believe that today’s vexing, frustrating issues would be solved by a return to the beliefs and actions of the “Founding Fathers” is to lend validity to a nostalgic glow which is artificially lighted.

For example, in the book BOSTON OBSERVED, written by an old friend and fellow Universalist minister, Carl Seaburg, he quotes a letter written by a visitor from England, Edward Ward, in the year, 1699:

“....(Boston) is the metropolis of all New-England. The Houses in some parts joyn as in London. The buildings, like their women, being neat and handsome. And the streets, like the hearts of the male inhabitants, are paved with pebble.

“The inhabitants seem very Religious, showing many outward and visible signs of an inward and spiritual grace. But tho’ they wear in their Faces the innocence of Doves, you will find them in their dealings, as Subtile as Serpents. Interest is their Faith, Money their God, and Large Possessions the only Heaven they covet.

“Election, Commencement and Training-days, are their only Holy-days; they keep no Saints Days, nor will they allow the Apostles to be Saints, yet they assume that Sacred Dignity to themselves; and say, in the Title Page of their Psalm-Book, ‘Printed for the edification of the Saints in Old and New England.’

“They have been very severe against adultery, which they have punish’d with Death; yet, notwithstanding the harshness of their Law, the Women are of such noble souls, and undaunted Resolutions that they will run the hazard of being Hang’d, rather than not be reveng’d on Matrimony, or forbear to discover the Corruption of their own natures.”

Edward Ward observed the Bostonians’ widespread religious hypocrisy and greed for money and possessions (“Money was their God”). His paragraph on adultery was a gentle but candid observation of sexual promiscuity. Typical, however, is his implicit condemnation of women, but not their necessary male partners. Would we really solve our problems by such materialism, morals, and manners?

In the same 17th century, a Quaker, Mary Dyer, was executed, hanged on Boston Common for religious heresy and protest. Anne Hutchinson and Roger Williams were expelled from the Colony because they were religious dissenters. The late 17th century also witnessed the hysterical, infamous Salem witch trials, when 20 women and one man were executed.

In Great Britain, the cruelties in mine and mill in the expanding mercantile era are almost beyond belief. The work-day ran from 12 to 15 hours a day, 6 days a week. Most sickening and disgusting of all, children as young as five or six were full-time workers in mill and mine.

In mines where the passages might have been only 18” high, little boys and girls, crawling on all fours, hitched to small coal carts struggled through. Infant mortality? Half of ALL children born in the cities of GB died before reaching the age of six. In many cities, 1/3 to ½ of all infants were illegitimate. Women were forced into prostitution in order to eat, left their newborn infants in corners, or smothered them, or left them at the door of an orphanage. They utterly despaired of feeding them and housing them. Mother’s Day? Every day for them was grief and shame and suffering.

This was a period when the owners and entrepreneurs thoroughly believed in the economic law of supply and demand. If costs went up, demand would decline. Therefore, cheapest labor. Not to speak of the conclusion of some, that terrible, deadly living conditions were an acceptable form of population control. And these were Christians in a Christian nation. This was a time when a person could be indicted, jailed, fined, ostracized for publicly denying the doctrine of the Trinity, the deity of Christ or the miraculous physical Resurrection. But there was no law or prevailing opinion to halt the cruel and deathly exploitation of children and women for profit.

Similar conditions prevailed here in mine and mill. Do you recall Sarah Cleghorn’s bitter lines written before child labor laws were enacted in our country?

“The golf links lie so near the mill
That almost every day
The laboring children can look out
And see the men at play.”

Good Old Days? I don't know about you, but I would NOT want a return of such cruelty, malice, exploitation, intolerance and ignorance. In spite of all the numerous letters to editors, NONE of our problems would be solved.

Furthermore, I believe that the last thing the Christian right-wing would want is a return to the religious beliefs of “Founding Fathers.” Washington, Jefferson, Monroe, Adams, Tom Paine were Deists. Briefly and perhaps over-simplified, Deists believed in a God of Nature, who in the beginning set up a Universe governed by natural laws – clockwork was a favorite analogy. But this God of Nature did not interfere in the affairs of humankind to damn or save anyone. Deism represented a substantially different and heretical theology from the Christian gospel of the Atonement, Trinity and Resurrection. You can look it up, as they say.

What do you think of this description of our world: “This is the present: everything is tottering, immeasurably confused, tumultuous, unmanageable. Everything is debased, exhausted, past hope.” Is that a quote from Jerry Falwell or Pat Robertson? No, that was written by J. G. Drysen, a German historian in the 1840s.

One more quotation, who do you think said this, “How does it become a man to behave toward this American government today? I answer that he cannot without disgrace be associated with it.” Was that Ross Limbaugh, Pat Buchanan, Ross Perot, Ken Starr? None of these, it was Henry David Thoreau in 1848.

We learn from history if we are aware of it and are not beguiled by nostalgic falsehoods or non-historical myths. Our social problems are formidable. We need all the help we can muster. Helena, in ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, says,

“Our remedies oft in ourselves do lie
Which we ascribe to Heaven; the fated sky
Gives us free scope; only doth backward pull
Our slow designs when we ourselves are dull.”

We are no longer sparsely populated colonies with unlimited natural resources but a nation of nearly three hundred million people. There is no “going West” for pioneers any more. There are no longer deep-soiled prairies waiting for a first plowing. In the larger cities there is an inner core of overcrowding, pollution, hopelessness. Easy answers are unrealistic. To mention just one, there is an illogical conclusion to the continuous building of more prison cells. Are to become a nation comprised of the jailed and the jailers?

Then, too, consider the continuous discussion about health care programs – and the failed effort in Congress a few years ago. We know opposition is heavily financed – not only health, but big dollar opposition to issues of ecology, pollution, and so on. I suggest a simple question when looking at fierce opposition to what seems to be progressive legislation – WHO BENEFITS? Who will make the Big Bucks?

Joseph Califano, who was a political force in the Lyndon Johnson era, speaking about fierce Congressional quarrels about health programs, said, “When you toss trillions of dollars up in the air, the pushing, shoving, fighting for it is going to be brutal with no holds barred. Do you think the ignoring by Congress of something like the Canadian plan has anything to do with the probability that the Big Bucks, the trillions would not be there for the special interests?”

On that and other issues, when you read or do the TV news, why not ask yourself, “Who benefits?”

I do not have unqualified answers. Today, I am not proposing or arguing for particular positions. But in spite of gloomy appraisals, there are positive indications. Violent crime is decreasing; women and minorities are getting increasing recognition, although the task is far from complete. The “Welcoming Church” principle, if we persist, can be contagious enough to sow the seeds of a Welcoming Nation.

But, with all our prized individuality we need a stronger sense of community. Many are disgusted with politics, special interests, ridiculous excess in campaign money-raising and spending.

If you are one of those, like I am, who remember the 30s and 40s, who were there, you know that the sense of community worked in the Depression and WW2; we knew we were all in those tough times together. Think about this: The Lone Ranger never rode alone.

Turned off, too many people do not vote. In the recent election in Sarasota County, the voter turn-out was between 10 and 15%. But the remedy is not to turn away from politics but become more involved. I know so many of you here today are socially responsible, that I’m aware I’m preaching to the Choir. But do not let him or her who says to you, “I’m too disgusted to vote” go unchallenged. The answer to bad politics is better politics. I believe that if there were a 75 to 80% turnout of eligible voters in municipal, county, state, national elections, our legislative representatives at all levels would be compelled to new perspectives of responsibilities in their duties. They would think twice or thrice before becoming the acquiescent agents of special interests. Is a rising tide of civic involvement too much to hope and work for?

One of my fondest hopes is that around the year 2075, my great-great grandchildren and yours and their peers all over the Planet will look back on us and say, “The good old days, they were not that good.” Why will they say that? Because there will have been substantial progress in alleviating pollution, overpopulation, health problems, ethnic hates and wars.

But that can happen only if in OUR time the ounces of OUR weight are in the arena of humane concerns with an ever-rising consciousness that we are all in this together; that we will be adding some building stones for a better present and future.

If any wish to do further reading, or check my references, the following is suggested:

IN THE BEGINNING, THE ADVENT OF THE MODERN AGE, Jerome Blum, Scribner’s, New York, 1994

BLASPHEMY, Leonard Levy, Knopf, 1993

SAGA OF ENGLAND: 1840-1940, Sir Arthur Bryant

REASON TO BELIEVE, Mario Cuomo, Simon and Schuster, 1995. Also his speech to the Kennedy School of Government at Harvard, earlier in 1999.

Thursday, June 3, 2010

When Will We Ever Learn?

April 23, 1999

When MacDuff is told by Ross that MacDuff’s wife and children have been murdered, MacDuff cries:

“Did Heaven look on,
And would not take their part?”
(MacBeth, Act IV, Sc. 3)

An agonized cry like that must have been expressed by parents and friends of the victims of the murderers in Columbine High School.

The nation is stunned and reeling because of the horrifying tragedy in Littleton, Colorado. The dead and wounded portrayed in grieving interviews and by graphic camera work, provoke almost all of us to ask, "Why?" HOW?"

Why did the two high school juniors commit these murders as prelude to killing themselves?

How were these seventeen-year-old young men able to acquire the weapons and assemble bombs of various kinds with no one, particularly their parents, knowing, or worse still, noticing their activity and doing nothing about it? Are there others involved?

By the time you read this, there will have been many proposed answers and multiples of theories, none of which will wholly explain the terrible event.

Will we learn? What must we do?

Some grieving parents find some solace in believing that this tragedy is somehow all part of a plan of God. I cannot share that faith or comfort. In my view, “What kind of God would that be?” Neither can I see any Divine purpose, nor do I have any assurance, that good always emerges from evil events. But I do believe there can be consequences.

“Unmerited suffering is redemptive.” That is a quotation from Martin Luther King, Jr. I believe Gandhi's non-violent philosophy of change is behind that, if not his actual words.

“Redemptive” in this context is not salvation for one's individual soul. Rather it is the lessening of evil in the life of society; progress in laws or attitudes that protect minorities from acts and crimes committed by organized bigots; an increased appreciation of all human beings. James Reeb, Viola Liuzzo, Medgar Evers, Martin King are examples in in the civil rights struggles of the 1960s. They did not seek suffering. They did not deserve to to be murdered; yet they were. Their deaths dramatized the issues and called millions of others to the cause.

An historical incident recorded by Edward Gibbon illustrates this sad but true aspect of the human condition.

At the beginning of the 5th century A.D., Honorius was Emperor of the Roman Empire. Up to that time, the savage games of gladiators were the highlight and entertainment of the Roman citizens. Gibbon believed that as many as several thousand gladiators were savagely slain every year in the arenas.

There were protesters. Pollentia, a Christian poet, pleaded with the Emperor to end this bloody custom. Prudentius, a Christian preacher found no response to his exhortations.

But Telemachus, a monk from Asia, descended into the Arena to physically separate the fighting gladiators. The people in the stands, angry that their entertainment was being interrupted, overwhelmed Telemachus and stoned him to death.

The excited mob apparently sobered at his cruel death at their hands. When Emperor Honorius then then abolished the bloody, deadly games forever, there was no substantial protest by the people.

Telemachus did not deserve to die. But it was his martyrdom that ended the gladiatorial games – not the poetry of Pollentia; not the preaching of Prudentius. (DECLINE AND FALL OF THE ROMAN EMPIRE, Vol. II, Ch. xxx, p. 138-9)

“Unmerited Suffering is Redemptive.”

Can there be a positive consequence to the awful carnage at Columbine High School?

Is it possible that there will be motivation and momentum to make it much more difficult to to obtain handguns, rapid-firing rifles, sawed-off shotguns? The National Rifle Association opposes any limitations and their big-dollar lobby has been effective.

Bob Herbert, in his column in the Sarasota Herald Tribune, April 22, writes: “In 1996, handguns were used to murder 2 people in New Zealand, 15 in Japan, 30 in Great Britain, 106 in Canada, 213 in Germany, and 9,390 in the United States.”

Must we remain a violent Nation?

The tragedy of Columbine High School cannot be erased or forgotten. But if one consequence of that terrible day is a keener national consciousness of the need to restrict the possession and use of firearms, then perhaps we will begin to learn other lessons, too – the "Why?" of the senseless violence of high school students on a killing spree.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010

Three Events

March 8, 1999

Three events this day inspire this musing.

First, Joe DiMaggio died. The press, TV, and radio are fulsomely relating his distinguished life and stellar baseball career. Apart from occasional TV, I saw Joltin’ Joe only once in a baseball game at Fenway Park. My clear memory is his lining a hit between center and right fields. Ordinarily a double, nearing second base, Joe glanced over his right shoulder and accelerated going over second to third and sliding safely under the throw. He had a long, loping stride that was faster than it appeared. A sports reporter noted that DiMaggio had never been thrown out going from first to third.

My other DiMaggio memory is of a clerk in the warehouse at Quonset Naval Air Station during WW2. She was still in her teens. As she studied her typing notes, she was singing a children’s chant,

“Joe, Joe, DiMaggio
We want you on our side.”

Second, while waiting to be picked up at the Y, a woman entered, her T-shirt bearing the message:

“Aging is inevitable
Maturity is optional.”

I thought to myself, “Right On.”

Third, Peanuts in today’s cartoon is in bed with Snoopy on top of the quilt. In the first panel, Peanuts says, “Sometimes I lie awake at night, and I ask, ‘Is life a multiple choice test or is it a true or false test?’”

In the second panel he goes on, “Then a voice comes to me out of the dark and says, ‘We hate to to tell you this, but life is a thousand word essay.’”

I find synergy between the message on the T-shirt and Peanuts’ soliloquy. Life and living are too complex for easy answers or uninformed guesses. “Maturity” may depend somewhat on one’s age. There was a time, like so many teen-agers, I believed it was mature to be old enough to get a driver’s license, to acquire an auto, and smoke cigarettes.

Now, as an “old old” as the statisticians classify me, I am bold enough to suggest certain distinguishing qualities of maturity. This is today’s list. If I wrote it heretofore or days hence, there would be differences.

Neither do I assert or imply that I have lived up to these, my measures of maturity. But I have tried to so believe and act. Peanuts might object that this is more than a thousand-word essay, but here goes:

WE have the power and/or potential to use critical-thinking when faced with issues and problems. Use that power.

Recognize both a sense of limits and unrealized opportunities.

Do your best daily with appointed tasks and prepare to sleep with no self-condemning remorse.

Be plain-spoken with no cruel intention.

AS long as it commands your mind and your heart, keep and serve your faith. In Henry VIII (Act 3, Sc. 2), Shakespeare has Cardinal Wolsey say to Cromwell,

“Had I but serv’d my God with half the zeal
I serv’d my King, he would not in mine age
Have left me naked to mine enemies.”

Read YOUR sacred scripture, whether Torah, Christian Gospel, Koran, Buddhist or other Asian insights, Shakespeare, Adam Smith, Emerson, Marx or whatever. Believe me, the rewards for as little as two or three paragraphs a week are fresh insights as well as rediscovery of what, for you, is enduring wisdom.

Be a thermostat not a thermometer. In important situations or issues, where you have informed convictions, try to set the temperature rather than just reflect it.

Keep love in your life. Give love – it will sustain you.

Be aware that the artist, sculptor, poet, musician, composer, playwright, actor, film-maker portray our human condition in ways that can reinforce our better hopes and dreams, as well as by their vivid, creative representations remind us that we humans can be brutal, selfish, greedy, bigoted.

Recognize, with all honor and respect to our prized individuality, that everyone exists by the presence of community – family, religious, medical, academic, fraternal, labor, business, city, nation, world. Hillary’s title, IT TAKES A VILLAGE, has more social depth and reach than at first impression and applies not just to raising children but also to saving our human venture on this planet.

Know that not only you, but everyone you meet has a fear to be confronted, or a pain to be eased, or a conflict to be addressed, or a threat of darkness to be lightened, or a joy to be shared.

Do not feel guilty about savoring the gustatory pleasures of gourmet food or the exhilaration of fine wine. On occasions of course. Indulged every day, the celebratory zest quickly fades away.

Well, there it is. Because it fits my mood, I conclude by quoting Arthur Miller. I believe he will be judged the the best playwright of the 20th Century. (Quoted, “Entertainment”, 2/5/99):

“He who understands everything about his subject cannot write it. I write as much to discover as to explain.”

Our Human Condition

February 17, 1999

I became weary and bored months ago with Clinton, the impeachment, the trial, the obsession of the “talking heads” with their sniggling satisfaction at grimy details and snide speculations. The trial is over; Clinton acquitted. But the hashing and re-hashings continue, and will continue until the next seamy sex scandal monopolizes the media.

There has been comment here and there, that Clinton got off easily and deserved severe punishment for his lies, cheating and idiotic behavior. Perhaps he will be indicted after his term as President expires, but that seems doubtful at this time.

Whatever happens, however, Clinton has been punished and will be punished to the end of his days. Make no mistake about that. He will be always conscious of what he did. Can any punishment be more harsh for a President who knows his acts will be a part of the history of this Nation?

When I was a boy and teen-ager in the Universalist Church in Everett, on the wall of the church auditorium were the principles of Universalism. This set of principles was replaced in 1935 by succeeding principles, reflecting changes in the way that Universalism was expressed.

But, prior to that, looking at the wall next to the pulpit, I thought frequently of the 4th principle: “The certainty of just retribution for sin.” That retribution was not “Hell”, because Universalists rejected completely the theological notion that most Christian churches believed: that there was a Hell of eternal fire where God punished sinners forever.

WE know that the convicted criminal is punished. But, what about the thief who is never captured; the swindler who gets rich bilking many persons; the hit-and-run driver who is never identified? Does just retribution catch up with them?

Are we punished for our lesser sins? Lying about “where I was last night;” spreading false rumors; deliberately creating bad feelings in a group; being false to promises; not telling the truth on that resume; cheating on the exam? And so on.

Henrik Ibsen once noted, “Look into any man's heart you please, and you will always find in every one, at least one black spot which he has to keep concealed.” (PILLARS OF SOCIETY, quoted by Katherine Hall Page, THE BODY IN THE FJORD.)

In agreeing with Ibsen, I may just be identifying us both as dour Scandinavians. Nevertheless, we pay for our sins, whether you identify “sin” as “missing the mark,” which is probably the early meaning in the Hebrew Scriptures, or consciously doing wrong, going against one’s conscience, transgressing laws or deeply-rooted cultural mores.

There is certainty of retribution or punishment unless one is a sociopath. Recall the Reverend Arthur Dimmesdale in Hawthorne’s THE SCARLET LETTER. If I tell a lie, no matter if no one else ever knows it, I know I am a liar. So with Clinton. If after leaving office, he has a spectacular career or distinguished accomplishments; and if the public generally forgets his calamitous 1998 year, he never can. Nothing can delete the self-knowledge of his or our sins, although the counselor, psychologist or psychiatrist may help us to accept and adjust.

Jesus is credited with saying, “Let one without sin cast the first stone.” (Yes, I know THAT joke, and its punch line.)

The account in John, Chapter 8, verse 9 ff, goes on, “... and they when they heard it, went out one by one, beginning from the eldest, even unto the last. And Jesus said unto her, ‘Woman, where are they? Did no man condemn thee?’ And she said, ‘No man, Lord.’ And Jesus said, ‘Neither do I condemn thee. Go thy way, from henceforth sin no more.’” (RSV)

We all fall short; it is a human condition.

In ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, Shakespeare had an additional insight into our shrouded inner motives and outward actions. Helena is in love with Bertram, who is a greedy rogue and callous philanderer. Parolles is a pretentious character, a liar and a coward. I learned that WS chose “Parolles” as a name because of its French derivation, meaning “all talk.”

In Act IV, Sc. III, one of the French Lords remarks, with Parolles on stage,

“The web of our life is of a mingled yarn, good and
ill together: our virtues would be proud, if our
faults whipped them not; and our crimes would
despair, if they were not cherished by our virtues.”

AMEN!

P.S.: I wish I could ask Will S why he had Helena fall in love with the unpleasant Bertram. Or, was the title, ALL’S WELL THAT ENDS WELL, sarcasm?

Tuesday, June 1, 2010

The Bible Says ...

January 27, 1999

“In religion,
What damned error, but some sober brow
Will bless it, and approve it with a text,
Hiding the grossness with fair ornament?”

(Bassanio, meditating on his casket choice, MERCHANT OF VENICE, Act III, Sc. 2)

Since last November, I have saved a news story that told the following:

Columbus, GA – “Saying they didn’t want same-sex marriages performed in their churches, Southern Baptists in Georgia voted Tuesday to exclude congregations that ‘endorse’ homosexuality....”

“‘The unanimous verdict of scriptures is that practicing homosexuality is a sin,’ said the Rev. J. Gerald Harris. ‘Love must not compromise the church’s allegiance to scripture.’”

Quite apart from the “lower” and “higher” criticisms which Bible scholars have been pursuing for more than a century, to proclaim anything in scripture as “unanimous verdict” is to be on multiple layers of shifting sands.

Do believers in Bible inerrancy follow through with actions dictated by scripture? For example, would you have a rebellious son put to death if he doesn’t obey his father and mother? According to Deuteronomy 21-18/21, that is a Bible command.

In those primitive, cultic times it was perilous for a bride not to be a virgin. According to Deuteronomy, 22-20/21, she was to to be stoned to death at her father’s door. How about that, Ladies? Incidentally, I did not locate any text that stated that if the bridegroom was not a virgin he was to be executed, or even reproved.

In Shakespeare’s MEASURE FOR MEASURE, Angelo, the Duke’s deputy, as the play proceeds, becomes a hypocrite and cad. When his illicit sex with Marianna, which he planned, is exposed, he whines, “What’s this? What’s this? Is this her fault or mine? The tempter or the tempted, who sins most?”

The Commandment, “Thou shalt not kill” has many contradictions in scripture. In addition to the examples given, if a son strikes his father or mother, that calls for the death penalty. Many other scriptural commands call for execution. If you doubt that, check out the following:

Leviticus 20/9, 21/9, 24
Exodus 21 28/29, 22-18, 22-20

Being a mean guy at times, here’s an old story. In a small Southern town, waiting for the bus to New Orleans, Sam is all dressed up: his best suit, shoes shined, dress shirt and tie, and carrying his Bible in his hand.

A friend asks where he is going. Sam answers, “N’awlins. I’ll drink in the Bourbon Street saloons where the strippers take off all their clothes; there’s all-night parties; and where the pretty girls make a living off guys like me.”

“But Sam, why are you carrying a Bible?”

Sam: “Oh, I thought I might stay over Sunday.”

In the New Testament, I do not find any passages where Jesus condemns homosexuality. John M. Swomley, Professor Emeritus of Social Ethics, St. Paul School of Theology, calls attention to a statement ascribed to Jesus where he is discussing the coming of the Kingdom, and how some will be saved and some will not. I happen to believe we cannot be certain that Jesus said what he is credited with saying in all the Gospels. But if I were a believer in divine inerrancy, how would I deal with Luke 17:34: “I say unto you, in that night there shall be two men on one bed; the one shall be taken, and the other shall be left.”

There is no indication that Jesus condemned men sleeping together. Jesus (or the source of that verse) had an appropriate opportunity to forbid homosexuality, but he does not.

In criticizing the action of Georgia Southern Baptists, it is only fair that I state my own position (or bias, if you will).

I am a Life Member of our Unitarian Universalist Ministers’ Association. I have colleagues who are gay, who are lesbian, who are bi-sexual; some serving churches of substantial size or historic note. Our Association has an Office for Gay and Lesbian Concerns.

Like so many of my colleagues, I have officiated at same sex commitment services; and strongly feel that union ceremonies of loving partners merit legal sanction so that such ceremonies can be lawful marriages with all the rights and privileges pertaining thereto.

John Stuart Mill (1806-1873) stated, “Mankind have outgrown old institutions and have not yet acquired new ones.” He wrote that in 1831; it could be said today.

Shakespeare The Medic

January 8, 1999

Some of you on the Musings list know how my mother used folk remedies, some of them strange, to say the least. When I was a lad, I cut my finger almost to the bone. I was bleeding profusely. She went down into the cellar, collected cobwebs, put them on the cut, and then bandaged the finger. The flow of blood stopped rather quickly; and the cut healed without infection.

My mother’s parents, my grandparents, were Swedish immigrants. For many years I assumed that the cobwebs were a remedy she learned from her parents and their native culture.

I have just been re-reading parts of “A Midsummer Night’s Dream,” and was astonished when Bottom, in conversation with the Elves, Peablossom, Cob, Moth and Mustardseed, says to Cobweb:

“I shall desire you of more acquaintance, good Master Cobweb, if I cut my finger, I shall make bold with you.” (Act III, Sc. 1)

Shakespeare probably wrote the “Dream” about 404 years ago. He obviously knew of the clotting and healing properties of cobwebs in having Bottom speak as he did to the Elve. Maybe Will’s mother used the method on him. (All boys get cuts.)

So if an immigrant Swedish family knew this remedy, and it was known in England four centuries ago, how widespread was that knowledge? Throughout Europe? the World? Older than recorded history? Who knows!!

What about many other folk remedies: certain herbs, leaves, roots? With all the research and development in the laboratories of the pharmaceutical companies, are we overlooking what the “old folks” know? I’m not going to get into the “alternative medicine” issue; I don’t know enough. However, ancient skills and wisdom need examination, not scorn or derision.

And, as I read Shakespeare, as I do again and again, I shall try to be alert to instances of “the Medic.”

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

Introduction To Musings X

SEASON’S GREETINGS 1999
Thanksgiving – Advent – St. Lucy’s Day – Solstice – Christmas – New Year’s – Hanukkah – Twelfth Night – Kwanzaa

As you can plainly see, since June, due to the generosity of John and Renee, I’ve had a Dell computer. I am much slower learning than today’s bright boys and girls, but I keep at it, including, as you will see, trying different type fonts. E-mail address: CJWinFL@aol.com.

This tenth year of Musings comes to you with my strong wish that this has been a good year for you and yours; and that 2000 (Y2K as they say) will be a year of health and happiness.

My health seems stable, with the continued help of physicians and prescriptions. On October 26, I had a pacemaker installed to assist my lagging heart. I have often wondered whether I would see the year 2000. Now there is a good chance I will.

Through the years, in these little essays, I have included events in my personal history. Members of the family like these inclusions. I still have much regret that I know so little about the early lives of my parents. So I share my own, writing about events remembered of my “green years”, even when recollection is painful. (Perhaps in one Musing, Al or Rose might speculate that I am trying to exorcise traumatic specters of my boyhood).

Be that as it may, I raise a glass to you all – Skoal!