We are going to go astray. Our paths are going to go awry. From the first moment we become aware of a world around us, we are going to go away from where we should be. This much we know, and yet the tale of our attempts--often the most genuine and soul-scouring attempts we can muster--to understand our plight is also a tale perfused by the too-horrid-to-admit fact that we insist on an intellectual path to understanding the futility of our intellectual paths.
None of this is particularly profound--the need for "faith" or for "childlike innocence" and the like is a ground trod routinely by the preachers, yet of course this ground is revealed upon simple observation to be a mass of shifting, sandy strata. If "childlike innocence" is the matter at hand, why then would a Catholic of successive generations of upbringing entertain a conversion to a preacher's Pentecostalism, or why would "faith" be expected to produce a conversion to Buddhism less readily than anything else?
Admittedly, then, an "approach"--always with the traveling imageries--to a conception of religious affinity must be based on some "something" that must be taken with imperfect warrant as a starting-point--such is the plight of humanity. My blog writing has been an exploration of how the traits of humankind present bounds (or are they guardrails?) within which a religious journey may be undertaken with some appreciably exacting responsibility on our part. We all come from somewhere, and we all lay momentary claim to the footprint's-expanse of each step on every journey--and always in every regard we can be mistaken.
It is of the greatest import, then, to relate how the teachings of Jesus address most intimately not the course or the goal of anyone's journey, but rather the ever-present experiential phenomena that characterize our existence. To Jesus the most crucial factor of our journey to the indispensable kingdom of God is the realization that our steps are but phantasms, even as our actual progress is effectuated by the mercy of the God who guides us. Jesus speaks of the kingdom of God being like the mysterious crop that grows who-knows-how as the farmer sleeps, and the intellectually-fascinated theologians nod in sage agreement even as they bind themselves tighter and tighter to conceits of thought that are anything but organic.
One typical description of the "let us reason together" conceit of the theologians is the notion of "linear" thought. This or that premise leads to this or that conclusion that becomes then the next premise, and so on. Every time, of course, the formula must produce the same result. Or so we think. Then Scripture-reading time comes, and with it a break from the premise-concluding, and the story is told of the fig tree that is saved from destruction by the gardener who begs one more year of indulgence (and manure-application) in hopes that figs will appear the next year. Maybe figs will appear and maybe they won't, but if God's mercy is the topic at hand, then might not the tree be accorded seventy-times-seven such fertilizings? And if the necessity of salvation (under threat of death and judgment at any moment) is the topic at hand, then what is the point of hearing about the Master-blessed ministrations of the gardener over a year's time?
Jesus describes steps of experience. The theologians describe steps of logic. The theologians embark upon (and, most typically, indulge themselves repeatedly upon) linear thought-excursions, even as the Gospel illustrations make plain the fact that each and every step of our thoughts is a self-referencing indulgence, a moment of childish enrapturement with what we think we have discovered. Each moment arrives, and then captures our attention for some span, and then passes. Each moment is roused, readied, reaped--even as each moment (and everything else we might possibly conceive as attached to it) exists timelessly, seamlessly, and in perfect context with everything else in the purview of God.
This God's-eye view of reality--unbounded by time or space or anything else--is the rightful realm of Jesus, and even within his creaturely manifestation he was at liberty to evoke the majestic sweep of Creation (itself an atom before its Creator). While yet a mortal being in the fleshly nature that he shared with his companions, Jesus could simultaneously send Satan scrabbling away into the desert, and declare to his disciples that they might order about even the most massive peaks of Satan's "realm." Jesus' disciples (as would be true as well for us) could hold onto some such saying of his for at most a moment, and then that moment would pass. While yet we are wedded to the notion that the "linear" aspect of logic is present in the use of language, each word (indeed, each individual speaking and hearing of a word) is a moment as intrinsically organic and beyond reproduction as anything to which we might assign the word "experience."
That Jesus might speak a single word and encapsulate in its use the comprehensive scope of Creation, and that we might speak a single word (or a lifetime's use of words) and fail to describe even a single most mundane phenomenon, is scarcely even the beginning of the truth with which we are confronted in this contrast. Creation itself is nothing to Jesus, and our attempts to describe Creation are as nothing. Indeed, given the necessarily limited application of language to reality, and our necessarily limited capacity either for language or the thought behind language, it would be nothing more than requisite for us to consider each word--nay, each thought behind every word--to be a moment of Creation as profound as the original "Creation"-making that we pretend to understand.
As for the original Creation--it was "without form, and void." Or was it? Can that be as close as we might come to understanding a Creation before there was a Creation, a world before there was a world? Even the ancients could postulate that things consist of smaller things, and that there are indeed "water" atoms that form what we call "water." Yet the original substate of Creation was not merely void, but "without form." Jesus says that we must be born both of water and of the Spirit--what can we claim to know of any of this, particularly in that we cannot claim to know the "particulars" of any of the original setting, of the "earth" and "heavens" and "water" and the ineffable Presence that the translators have had to picture as wind?
Yet for anything to be conveyed to our minds, there must be words (or at least the reproducible and recognizable phenomena that our minds categorize, even if in the simple attraction-aversion binary of the infant.) We understand things because they are describable "things," and we call things "things" because they are distinguishable particularly from the rest of Creation. Absent particulars, there is (for us) no understanding. What, then, is the impinging reality of Creation as it is represented in the Genesis Creation story? "Without form, and void" is nonsense to us, and the represented water and Spirit are beyond our understanding. If there is a "Creation moment," it has to do not with what we can understand, but rather with the introduction of what underlies anything that we can attempt to understand. The first and most fundamental element of our understanding is the existence of passing moments of attention, and those moments flash by us in the use of words--though in each flashing moment is an intrinsic element of the Creation phenomenon. In short, Creation as a story begins when God says, "Let there be light." The saying starts the story--the parceling of existence into graspable (to us) particulars starts the story.
Words are moments. Words as used are "roused, readied, reaped." For us to forget (and our limited capacities determine that we are bound to forget) our faulty understanding of our existence, is for us to embark (as from our first blossoming infantile awarenesses) on a journey away from the selves that Jesus would claim as his subjects--on a journey of becoming ever more awry. It is not for nothing that the Gospels describe Jesus as co-equal with God and co-equal as Creator--it is Jesus' ever-new effulgence as God and his offer of an ever-new Creation that is extended as a parent-like grasp and is enfolded as a parent-like embrace of his children. It is in the test of the Gospels' actual content (if being linear and logical is that upon which we will insist) that we find that the story of Jesus is not about what he speaks, but rather about how he offers continually experiences--however fleeting, as are all experiences--of newness and striking profundity. And then our attention fades. It is in our ever-growing (if we are wise to let that grow which will) acceptance of those moments as momentary, and emptinesses as important as well, that we proceed on the journey that has no directions.