Here's a post-Easter thought: Christians should take a break from devising cut-and-dried technical, legalistic or systematic accounts of the doctrine of atonement. These should be avoided if at all possible. Instead, Christians should do what the New Testament so often does, and offer stories, metaphors, poetic images, like this:
Seeker: So, what do Good Friday and Easter mean, anyways?
Jane Christian: It's like Gandalf fighting the Balrog, sacrificing his life to save his friends, going down into the depths of Hell to defeat evil, at the cost of his own life. And then coming back, even greater than before, to lead his friends on to victory!
John Christian: That simply isn't Lewisian enough. I prefer to think of it in terms of Aslan's death on the Stone Table - the penalty for Edmund's crime had to be paid, but in order to spare him, Aslan took that penalty upon himself. And in so doing, he subverted, or superverted, the old law of the Deep Magic, because he was an innocent victim, and because in a sense he was the creator of that law in the first place! This broke the old law asunder and ushered in a new age of grace.
Jake Christian: No, no, no... you legalistic Aslantutionary Lewisians! You read a primal blood-thirst, a violence right into God's supreme act of sacrificial love! No, your model is far too limited. The way to go is with Elizabeth Moon, in Oath of Gold, where Paksenarrion the great paladin gives herself up, defenceless, led like a lamb to the slaughter. Her greatest victory is not won by force of arms but by giving herself over to the torturers and killers as the suffering servant, out of love for the victims of violence. Even though the evil ones break her body, they cannot turn her away from love, or cause her to strike back in anger. Thus the ultimate powerlessness of their coercive force is revealed, and the torturers are baffled and defeated by a better, higher way. Paksenarrion is then raised in glory, and-
Jessica Christian: Pshaw! This Paksenarrionism is simply the pathological theology, or, as I prefer to call it, the patheology, which causes so many womyn to stay in abusive relationships with exploitative men, a theology fed to slaves by their masters. No, what you need to read is Cordwainer Smith's "The Dead Lady of Clown Town," in which the oppressed classes rise up in solidarity with a message of love - love for self, and for the oppressor - not a passive love, but a militant, conquering love, embodied in their leader, Joan. Her sacrifice forces the powers and principalities to acknowledge her personhood, her God-given value, and that of all her people, who are caught up in her victory, the victory which is also theirs. Thus the false consciousness is broken, the legitimating ideology of the oppressor is shown to be demonic in origin, and so-
Jenny Christian: No, Superman's death provides the-
Josephina Christian: Neil Gaiman's "The Price" is far-
Jebediah Christian: But Spock, or even Klaatu, are-
Junri Christian: When Nausicaa is resurrected-
Seeker: [Wanders off to read Archie comics as the Christians get embroiled in a shouting match]
Thanks to Mir's Good Friday post for getting me thinking about atonement in sf/f.
Oh, and I found this book on the atonement interesting, if somewhat tough slogging. The whole first section is devoted to defending the idea that metaphors can convey revealed truth as well as or better than systematic theologizing. Only once that is established does the author move on to the various biblical metaphors.
Tuesday, April 10, 2007
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Good post, but you missed my favorite one: Quickening in "The Druid of Shannara" by Terry Brooks.
Oh yeah! But she was kind of a fertility goddess, too...
You should store this post and bring it out every HOly WEek. It's funny! And it's intriguing.
Me like.
Oh, and I wasn't thrilled with Nausicaa. A disappointment after the other wonderful Miyazakis. The resurrection scene is cool, though. It's cool in spots, rather than consistently cool. Ah, well. I've got Kiki's Delivery Service on it's Netflixy way to me now.
Mir
Hi! Just wanted to bring to your attention that Hal Duncan is writing way too many words for me to bring myself to read, but on interesting topics. I looked at the comments and noticed that Benjamin Rosenbaum has interesting comments, but that Hal didn't answer him yet. It's probably very interesting. Hal Duncan is an author I like, and he doesn't really like the idea of God (or monotheism).
By the way, I finally decided that my new blog will be called Physicality of Words -- for words and fiction and physics and the whole physicality of life. I will not post as often as you ;)
Thanks for the link, Aka.
I quite agree with Rosenbaum's approach. The proofs and disproofs flung about by screaming militant atheists and screaming militant theists have become more and more uninteresting to me. Plus they're two sides of the same Enlightenment coin.
I would put the death of Satoris - and that of Tanaros in Jacqueline Carey's The Sundering. Both willingly die to allow Satoris's gift to go on.
I wonder why no one picked up in this work that Satoris is the Christ figure, and it is not as if Carey's has not given enough hints, what with the madlings worshipping his blood, shed for them, or the way Tanaros tals of him, or even the prayer of Carfax as he is teetering towards treason "Forgive me not for I know not what I do."
Eveyone can see that Carey has issues with Tolkien, but no one seems to notice that she rebukes him when he is not being Christian: the tendecny to equate deformity with evil. She shows how such attitudes can lead to the very unchristian acceptance of eugenics, and other ways to get rid of the "unfit" (how come no one wondered why the Gandalf figure is called "Malthus"? Does not one remember what malthusianism means?)
And then there is St John Chrysostom:
Let no one bewail his poverty, for the universal kingdom hath
been revealed. Let no one weep for his iniquities, for pardon
hath shone forth from the grave. Let no one fear death, for the
Saviour's death hath set us free. He that was held prisoner of it
hath annihilated it. By descending into Hell, he made Hell cap-
tive. He angered it when it tasted of his flesh. And Isaiah,
foretelling this, did cry: Hell, said he, was angered when it
encountered thee in the lower regions. It was angered, for it was
abolished. It was angered, for it was mocked. It was angered, for
it was slain. It was angered, for it was overthrown. It was
angered, for it was fettered in chains. It took a body, and met
God face to face. It took earth, and encountered Heaven. It took
that which was seen, and fell upon the unseen.
O Death, where is thy sting? O Hell, where is thy victory? Christ
is risen, and thou art overthrown. Christ is risen, and the
demons are fallen. Christ is risen, and the angels rejoice.
Christ is risen, and life reigneth. Christ is risen, and not one
dead remaineth in the grave. For Christ, being risen from the
dead, is become the first-fruits of those who have fallen asleep.
To him be glory and dominion unto ages of ages. Amen.
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