The problem with how most people approach scripture and other mythical stories is perhaps best illustrated in the clip below from The Bird Cage.
Anyone can read a selection from any written account and parrot back what the action was in the story. The problem is that action doesn’t always convey the meaning that lies underneath it. The dancer in the above clip interprets standing still to be standing “like an idiot.” Armand tries to convey the meaning under the action – the excitement of Martha Graham, Madonna, or others.
If you want to understand mythology, it’s not enough to describe the action because the meaning lies under the action. For example, the Christian scriptures tell us that when Jesus was crucified there was an earthquake. If you understand this to be a description of a geological event, you miss the point. What the writer is trying to say, at the very least, is that this was an Earth shaking and shattering event. The problem with literal misinterpretation is that, by remaining on the surface of the account, truth hinges on whether or not the superficial event actually happened – and the point of the story is lost.
To do this work takes time, and we have to sit with whatever scripture we are studying as we would a poem or a painting. It will reveal its meaning to us when we are ready, and not a moment before.
Very often, we label ourselves – tall, short, fat, thin, conservative, progressive, smart, dumb, wealthy, middle class, poor, successful, compassionate, empathetic, competitive, and dozens of others. Then we only pay attention to people who carry the same labels we do. Are we that afraid of being challenged, that afraid of having our opinions changed, that sure that we are right and everybody else is wrong?
Apparently, we are. In being so sure, our world shrinks to the size of a grain of rice while we act as if we have achieved something. How silly.
I happened on a young couple the other day. In front of their building were several shell casings accompanied by evidence markers, several police cars, and a liberal application of yellow crime scene tape. It was about eight-thirty in the morning and the police had been there a short time. The shooting happened at one in the morning. Trusting that the high-tech system that locates gun shots would locate the problem and not wanting to become a target themselves, nobody called the police in the middle of the night. Luckily for the intended victim, he was not in his car smoking weed (as is his practice) when the shooters came by looking for him, but his windows were so deeply tinted they thought he was inside. The weapon seems to have been a fully automatic 9mm.
The couple’s young son, whom the mother told me had a great sensitivity about what she called “energy shifts” in the neighborhood, had asked to sleep on the floor when they went to bed. After the shooting, they all moved to the floor, the intended victim’s car having been parked near their bedroom window. They know the target from seeing him in the neighborhood and said that, although they knew it was wrong to judge people by appearances, he seemed to be a shady character. They also said he was now lying low somewhere unknown, and hoped that the shooters wouldn’t return.
The mother shared with me that they had repeatedly moved to different parts of the city trying to avoid this sort of things, but everywhere they moved it seemed there were shootings nearby. The father recognized the police department evidence technician from seeing him at other shootings, and they exchanged greetings and pleasantries. This is what passes for normal in our cities, and the truth is that we always have more than enough money to fight wars but never enough money to address the issues in our cities. We need to be clear that is a choice, and that choice is negatively impacting our children – killing them, in fact – while our politicians prostitute themselves to the military industrial complex.
Meanwhile in Milwaukee politicians are announcing increased efforts to curb prostitution, doubtless in an attempt to clean up the city for the Democratic National Convention next year. After all, you can’t have the low rent prostitutes cluttering up the streets when the professional whores have their convention…
I can’t tell you how many people, confronted with a crucifix or other image of the crucified Jesus, say to me, “…but he’s not up there anymore!” Of course, part of the reason they are saying that is they can’t deal with the idea that Jesus ever was “up there.” It was a great problem for the people of his time, too.
Here’s the bigger issue: He isn’t up there, you are correct. Now you are up there. Are you ready to talk about that?
If you are anything like me, you have experienced more than a few incidents of self-sabotage over the course of your life. At the time, you thought what you were doing was perfectly reasonable. You just wanted to think things through, develop a plan, avoid mistakes down the road, make sure you don’t embarrass yourself, anticipate problems, avoid conflict, make sure you took care of the details in advance, had everything down pat, knew your subject matter forwards and backwards, talked to the right people, got the right permissions, ran some feasibility studies, grabbed a nice dinner…and, to your great surprise, you never started your project.
Of course nobody wants to look like a fool, but none of us are perfect. We make mistakes. In fact, you might say that the only person who ends up looking like a fool is the person who believes they won’t make mistakes. If something is worth doing, then it is worth taking some chances and actually doing it! We can’t succeed if we don’t start, and quite often it is our fear, not of failure but of success, that keeps us stuck! We don’t know who we would be if we tried something new, so we settle for our current situation. The devil we know is better than the angel we don’t.
And, at the end of our lives, we just might find we never lived. Don’t let that happen.