Monday, October 27, 2014

Worlds of Faith

A Review/Reflection of A Tree Grows in Brooklyn by Betty Smith

Devotees of Science Fiction and Fantasy writing understand the importance of world building. With literature of that genre there is an implicate agreement between the reader and the author that the context of the book is not one in which the reader lives in. Gravity will be different, dogs rule the world, all horses speak out of their… ears, the sky is green and the grass is blue, and on and on. The world is going to be different that the ordinary, everyday world that we muggles slough through on a daily basis. Thus there is a degree of world building with these stories. The author has to build the world, and then figure out how to share the rules, the physics, the creatures, and all other aspects that might be different from what the reader normally expects. Whether it be the giant turtle of DiscWorld, or the geography of the Fire and Ice saga, or the difference between Dwarves and Elves of Middle Earth (from Lord of the Rings for the 1% of the country that has never encountered that masterpiece… shame on you), or the role of magic in the realm of Xanth, the reader needs to learn how the world works, what it means to live in that world, and the ways in which the story needs to fit in and will be guided by that world.


            While it is a far cry from Science Fiction or Fantasy writing, I would argue that Betty Smith’s book, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn brilliantly does a similar thing – it creates a world. Yet in this case the world in question is Brooklyn in the early 1900s. It would have been interesting and slightly humorous if the book was actually about Gary, Indiana with the title, A Tree Grows in Brooklyn, but alas, Smith does not carry such humorous sensibilities with her work. Perhaps in person she was a real card and cut-up, but not in writing. Regardless, it is great work speaking to the experience of life in Brooklyn in the first two decades of the 20th century. Or better said, it is a world that is carefully, and painstakingly built for the reader Brooklyn in the early 1900s. We do not get the historical or geographical context in broad strokes, but instead in depth and brilliance of color. World events like World War I or the influenza of 1918 are mentioned in the work, but they are ancillary, secondary to the experience of Brooklyn. We get a dot, a point in the picture, but that point is described with such detail and care that the reader can from there place the life and experience of living in Brooklyn in the larger context of the American experience. It is a thick description (to borrow the term from the late ethnographer and anthropologist Clifford Geertz) of a place and a time that is told with such care and delicacy that it feels like unwrapping a gift one fold of wrapping paper at a time. It is not a plot-driven work, but instead one that is centered on the experience of living and being in a certain point and time. It is over 400 pages of world building and it is beautifully and masterfully done.

Because the work is focused with such detail on the experiences of the main character Francie Nolan and her family, there are many moments that one can call on for comment. For this post I would like to lift up one particular event; when Francie and her family is at a Catholic Mass to remember her recently deceased father. While watching and listening to the singing and the speaking of the Latin Mass, Francie has a revelation:

“Francie believed with all her heart that the altar was Calvary and that again Jesus was offered up as a sacrifice. As she listened to the consecrations, one for His Body and one for His Blood, she believed that the words of the priest were a sword which mystically separated the Blood from the Body. And she knew, without knowing how to explain why, that Jesus was entirely present, Body, Blood, Soul, and Divinity in the wine in the golden chalice and in the bread on the golden plate.”

            Before I go any further I should speak to the deep sense of sacramentality that is being described here. My Catholic readers (do I have any Catholic readers?) will pick up on this right away perhaps without even realizing it. Those born before Vatican II, who were raised reading and learning the Baltimore Catechism will likely be able to connect with this experience more than those born after 1962. To my Protestant readers who do not have a heightened sensitivity for a sense of mystery in worship (i.e. sacramentiality), try for a moment to suspend all the skepticism and doubt and uncertainty that comes out of your reactionary response to Medieval Catholicism and imagine what it might be like for a 14 year old girl to experience a Latin Mass. It is mysterious. Note what Francie thinks next:

            “‘It’s a beautiful religion,” she mused, “and I wish I understood it more. No. I don’t want to understand it all. It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery, like God Himself is a mystery. Sometimes I say I don’t believe in God. But I only say that when I’m mad at Him… Because I do! I do! I believe in God and Jesus and Mary.’”

As a life-long Protestant (and a Baptist at that), I would leave out the “Mary” part, but that is not the point. Francie feels the pull between the desire to know and the realization that not knowing deepens the beauty of the moment. “It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery…” To understand everything is to lose something, but to hold to that place of unknowing is to have a place where the beautiful can enter in. This is a sensibility that Smith brings to the entire work. She offers great detail, great depth, but stops at the moment when the mystery needs to remain and does not explain everything away. For example, Francie loves hearing her father sing as he comes home late at night. We don’t need to know why, just that it is profound and powerful. The reader is called to rest in the mystery and in that find the beauty. The book is replete with moments of beauty and mystery; moments profound and simple.

In many ways faith is about world-building. We are not creating the world we live in, but offering explanations and descriptions for why the world is as it is. We start with certain assumptions and shared beliefs like the belief in the existence of God and that this God is love. Such a assumption shapes our view and experience of the world. From there we try to make sense of our experiences, we try to explain the dissonances, and we try to understand the world in which we dwell based on those assumptions. Augustine almost has a nervous breakdown trying to understand how there can be evil in the world when all is created by God and when God is believed to be good. As a theologian and as a pastor I try to offer an understanding of evil that fits within the world of faith that we have embraced. I try to suggest ways to read scripture that make sense with the particular individual. Churches try to offer ways of seeing and living in the world that conform with a certain understanding of faith. This is world building, but can be taken too far. We all run the risk of explaining too much, of trying to make too much sense in the world, and losing the beauty and the mystery. “It’s beautiful because it’s always a mystery.” One of the lessons that I have pulled from this work is that there is a point when you need to stay in the mystery. We want to have rational and explanation, but only to a point. There comes a point when we need to fall into the mystery of creation, of faith, of hope, and of love. There is a beauty to the mystery in our rituals (like why the sermon takes so stickin’ long), our prayers, our scripture, and our lives. Explaining away the mystery leads to a militant, dogmatic faith that demands that one fully believes every little thing that is said and explained. This is a kind of religion that usually harms people, that fears questions and curiosity, and that has no sense of play in the world. There is no mystery in this kind of faith. A faith that holds the beauty of the mystery is a faith that falls into the space where reason and mystery meet.

One of the great things about A Tree Grows in Brooklyn is that the mystery is shown to be in the mundane. The act of making a tin can bank, the purchasing of meat, listening to parents talk late into the night, and many other examples in the book can be seen as small, simple, and ordinary. Yet the way Betty Smith describes them, the world she creates around them, draws the reader into the mystery and the beauty of each moment.


Those moments of mystical beauty in the arena of faith will most likely be ordinary, simple, and mundane. Yet we are again and again called to notice the beauty in those moments and recognize the presence of the divine in the unexplained mystery.

Monday, October 06, 2014

The Most Powerful Book in the Universe!

“If this weapon were to ever get into the wrong hands it could be destruction for us all.”




I love that line. It is one of those lines that you wait to hear whenever you are watching an action, adventure, spy, aliens, kind of move. It is a line that sets up the conflict and the importance of the movie. It is most often a forced and contrived line and I love it when I hear it. I have a dream that in one movie a character holds up something and the camera zooms in. You see the character holding nothing less than the Holy Bible hear him or her say “if this ends up in the wrong hands it could be the end for us all!”

The point is that the Bible can be a very dangerous book. It can be seen by many as a dangerous weapon that in the wrong hands can be destructive to the reader and to many others as history has demonstrated multiple times.

The Bible is at best a tricky book to read. It has been the source of inspiration of bigotry, prejudice, war, greed, racism, oppression, and poor decorating tastes. It is a book that has been used to push segregation, capitalism (for better or worse), socialism (again for better or worse), monarchism, patriarchies, and being just plain mean; known by scholars as “meanism or jerkism.” In the wrong hands, read the wrong way, the Bible can be a book that can lead to sorrow and suffering. In the wrong hands the Bible can be a dangerous book.

Yet it also has the potential to be a powerful book of life, hope, and freedom. Just as many who have used the Scriptures to justify so much pain and sorrow, many more have found justification a foundation for helping people in need, people who are hurting, and people who are at risk of being forgotten. The Bible need not be a negative book.

A large part of the challenge and the difficulty is in how we read the Bible. Many of the negative, dangerous, and oppressive interpretations of scripture comes out of a literal reading of the text, and usually it is the King James Version of the text that is being read in that hyper-literalist way (hooray for the critical-literal method gone awry!). In my humble opinion (hah!), I believe this is a close-minded way of approaching the Bible that is not open to the continued movement of the Holy Spirit. Peter Gomes writes in his work TheGood Book that the Bible is a living, dynamic, alive work pulling us into a faith that has offered life and hope and liberation to multitudes. The Baptist preacher and scholar Ralph Elliot writes that the word of God is a witness to faith. The Bible is a witness to a people encountering and trying to understand their relationship with God. It is alive, dynamic, and needs to be read with an ear for how God is continuing to speak.

I am not saying there is one right way to read the Bible (but there are definitely wrong ways). It is a complex text that cannot be read with a monolithic lens and each person needs to discern they ways to read the Bible that leads them to engage the divine through the text. What I am saying is that the Bible should not be read alone. It is when someone reads the Bible alone that one often comes to dangerous and harmful interpretations. The community can serve as a corrective, as a guide, and as a support to one who is listening for God’s eternal word. That is why we need a faith community and why we all should be going to church. Yup, you should feel a little guilty right now, because outside of the church you do not have the witness of others to lead upon as you strive to engage and understand this complex and often confusing book. Inside a church it is too dark to read (thanks Groucho Marx).

The Bible need not and should not be a weapon. It can and should be a guide, a star, a testimony, and a comfort. But in the wrong hands, read in the wrong way it can be damaging to many. In closing, I would like to offer nine “thesis” of reading the Bible from The Art of Reading Scripture edited by Ellen Davis and Richard B. Hays:

1.     The Bible tells God’s story of creating, judging, and saving the world
2.     The Bible is a coherent dramatic narrative
3.     The Bible requires engagement with the entire narrative
4.     To read the Bible on must use multiple, complex senses just as scripture reflects multiple, complex senses
5.     The Gospels narrate the truth about Jesus
6.     The Bible invites and presupposes participation in the community/church
7.     The “Saints” of the church (the leaders and pillars of the community) provide guidance in interpretation
8.     Christians need to read the Bible in dialogue with diverse people outside the church
9.     The Bible calls us to ongoing discernment and a fresh reading again and again in light of the Holy Spirit’s work in the world


I should say that this is not a quoted list, but paraphrased – you get the idea. In case you don’t get the idea, the idea is that the Bible something that pulls us into a faith that is not static, but moving and pulling us to a deeper relationship with God. Read your Bible, but only with others and always open to the movement of God’s inspiration through the Holy Spirit. And remember this simple rule: if your interpretation leads you exclude, hurt, or dismiss others than maybe it is a misguided interpretation.