“...the people were all in tears
as they listened to the words
of the law...” --Nehemiah 8:9c
Are the laws of God proscriptive or prescriptive? Proscriptive means to prohibit, denounce or
condemn; to forbid. I think
traditionally I was raised with the proscriptive reading of the laws. I believed that certain acts and desires and
even words were forbidden. And due to
human weakness, we were (all of us) in desperate need of the grace of the confessional. But this view of God’s law leads to a view of
God as a judgmental figure who watches our every move. This God has an eternal tally sheet that he
keeps on each and every one of us. He
makes a hashmark every time we cross the line (break His law). I guess when we go to confession He gets out
His eraser. This God is –in some
ways—our nemesis. He is standing apart
and ever ready to accuse.
The more I read the Old Testament, the more I am beginning
to see “the law” not as proscriptive, but as prescriptive. More of a guide or
road map (an ideal) to help us find our way, than a benchmark we must achieve
to avoid punishment or banishment or another stay in the long line outside the
confessional.
And yet, the other night a friend reminded me that often the
law shows up in scripture hand in hand with what often seem like hard and fast
punishments. In fact, the death penalty seems –at times—almost ubiquitous: blasphemy = death (Lv 24:10-16), contempt of
court = death (Dt 17:12), incest = death (Lv 20:19), adultery = death (Lv 20:10),
cursing your parents = death (Ex 21:17), etc. And so, there does seem a kind of punitive
element to “the law” which implies at the very least a proscriptive
element. However, as I read, that isn’t
the picture of God that I am hearing from the Bible: a God tallying our
missteps and failings, imposing or withholding appropriate punishments at His
whim –that isn’t the God I meet in the Old Testament.
And all of this is on my mind because I have been reading the
book of Nehemiah. This book tells the story of the restored Israelites who have
returned from exile. They are back in
their homeland rebuilding Jerusalem. When
they finish their main work, they hold a massive week long celebration (8-9),
and the people ask the priest Ezra to “bring the Book of the Law of Moses (perhaps
Deuteronomy) which the Lord had
prescribed...” (8:1-2) and he reads to them from the book –from “dawn til
noon” (8:3)—for
seven days straight. Then on the eighth day there is a solemn assembly and as Ezra
reads, he
sees that the people have tears in their eyes.
He tells them: “Today is sacred to
the Lord. Do not be mournful; do not weep...” (8:9b). But, listening
to the reading, the people are so moved they are in tears. And my first thought was what? Who weeps over
a book of laws? And my second thought
was: Uhm, you know...uhm... all this law
stuff is really good; great stuff! I mean it. I mean...who doesn’t like a
little stoning and... all... But –uhm—I—uh-- I think I left a fleshpot boiling
back in Babylon. I was in such a hurry... I uh... I just... You know... I’ll
just go back and check on that. Better safe than sorry. Be right back. And, uhm... If I uhm ...for
some reason if I don’t make it... well, you just go ahead and start all that purifying
and smiting stuff without me. Okay? Really.
I’ll catch up... No worries...
Like my imaginary character –I am not a rule person. I don’t
like doing things because I have to. So, when I read of laws and rules, I tend
to react strongly against them. Either by looking for a loophole or by simply
declaring that it doesn’t apply to me. That’s
my gut reaction. I think it is kind of
an American reaction –that instinctive: You
can’t tell me what to do! You can’t tell me what to say! attitude.
And so, to read that “the people were all in tears as they
listened to the law” struck me as an odd paradoxical line. Attracting my readerly attention. What would
cause such a reaction? What kind of
tears did they cry? Tears of joy? Tears of consolation? Tears of dread? Fright? What is the author telling us with this
strangely stirring detail? About the people? About their relationship with
God? About their relationship to the law?
And I began to wonder about my own relationship to the law.
My troubled relationship... The hours in line at the confessional trying to
make right what I willfully made wrong. Perhaps
if I had greeted the law not with dread, but with tears of gratitude, I could
have saved myself some pain, some hours spent in line on a Saturday afternoon at
the local church.
If, I could just remember that we have a God who loves us. A
God who wants for us only what is good.
A God of mercy and tenderness. A God who brings us back from exile and
offers us again and again (endlessly it seems) His love... A God who gave
Himself on the cross for me, for my sins... if only I could remember that, then
–instead of fleeing the “prohibitions” of the law, I too might beg for the
words of the law to be read aloud, and I too might find my face wet with tears
of gratitude and love for a Father who loved me enough to offer me the
guidance, the counsel, the prescription of His law.
Nehemiah is a short book with lots of census information but
buried in the lists of names and the brief descriptions of action is a
beautiful image of a merciful God and a people returning to His love.
NOTE: I think I have more to say on this, but that will have to wait. I know that reading Dante has inspired my reading of scripture and influenced it greatly. Perhaps that is where I need to go next time.
NOTE: I think I have more to say on this, but that will have to wait. I know that reading Dante has inspired my reading of scripture and influenced it greatly. Perhaps that is where I need to go next time.