Media, both print and broadcast, have been pretty much set pieces for the past week or two. First, the circus surrounding the last days of Terri Schiavo and now the nonstop coverage of the pope's last days and illness. The media seem to love last days!
I have a great deal of sympathy for all members of the Schiavo family, although it's a sadly disfunctional crowd. Not being much into the pope and things catholic, I'm not terribly moved by his death. Throughout all the verbiage over his history and legacy, we seem to have forgotten that the Catholic Church is a totalitarian organization inimical to everything we have worked and fought for over the past 200 plus years. Perhaps after more than four years of constant chicanery and destructive politics our desperate need for someone to believe in has kicked in and the dead pope offers us some person to trust, albeit posthumorously. That we'll settle for a dead hero shows just how desperate we are.
The president and his administration, of course, are trying to cash in as best they can on both deaths. Shows what a sleazy crowd they are. All this, too, will continue and we'll get on with the same old same old, politicians trying to butter their nests and the religious right damning to hell everybody who doesn't subscribe to their perverted Christianity.
Moving along to more of my angst at the hill-billy Christianity that has come to dominate public life in the past few years, I am drawn to Emerson's Divinity School Address at Harvard in 1838. In this speech Emerson hit the old fools so hard that they wouldn't listen to him again for 30 years. Believe me, the loss was theirs. In my personal struggles to understand what religion is all about and where, if anywhere, it belongs in my life, I come back again and again to Emerson's statement early into this address that "the doctrine of it [the indwelling Supreme Spirit] suffers from this perversion, that the devine nature is attributed to one or two persons, and denied to all the rest, and denied with fury." This tells me, or rather it agrees with my understanding, that God and Man are the same, or more specifically, that we are Jesus. Why else is Jesus depicted in a purely human form (although with a few magic tricks) if not to emphasize that he and we are the same. Look at his life. It's a story that encapsulates the stories of our lives, a mysterious birth (all births are mysterious), a childhood (current psychology notwithstanding) of little consequence, struggles to survive and understand his (our) place and duties in the scheme of things, and then ultimately worldly defeat. The essential message is that not only can we handle the difficulties of everyday life, but that through mind and imagination (spirit) we can also confront inevitable defeat (death) and face the end of life with peace and equanimity. Christian theology of heaven, I suspect, was thrown in as a device to help simple, illiterate people understand that death, though inevitable, is not a thing to be feared and that we can approach it peacefully. This is what Christianity is all about. It is what all religion is about: to help us live and die.
The story of Jesus is thus our story. It is not about someone who lived thousands of years ago and thousands of miles away. We are the ones living this life, falling and getting up again, in a perpetual death and resurrection dance that goes on throughout out lifetimes. It is we who die on the cross (earth) and we who rise again. The theme of death and resurrection, of fall and redemption, dominates the mythology of all planting cultures. It derives ultimately from seed and depicts in transcendent manner our grasp of how death of seeds in the ground and their resurrection in new plants is the source of all we have and do. Through the ancient mythology and metaphors of the Middle East we have transformed this fundamental fact of nature into a transcendent experience that allows us to live and die in peace.