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Wednesday, July 18, 2018

The Word of God & the Prophet Who lied


“As they were sitting at table, a word of the Lord
came to the prophet who had brought him back…”
--1 Kings 13:20

The other day I wrote about going home by a different route, and how seeing the world (or my neighborhood and neighbors) from a different point of view could also help me see myself in a new way.  My experience had strange echoes of that story from a story in 1 Kings 13 in which God commands a prophet (or “holy man”) to take a message to the king of Israel (Jeroboam) and warns him that when he is done, he should not eat or drink anything and should return home by a different route than the one he came by.  So, on my morning walk I took that little command literally and tried a different route.  Click here to read that essay, if you want to know what happened.

But there was something else in that odd little story that also caught my eye.  It was the character of a second prophet who lies to the “man of God” and convinces him to come back and eat and drink with him.  Though there are certainly more striking elements in this story, particularly the shriveling of the King’s hand, and the lion who kills but doesn’t eat his prey; the part of the story that I keep thinking about is that prophet who lies to the man of God.  Here is the part of the story that I am pondering:

Now an old prophet dwelt in Bethel, and his sons came and told him
all the works that the man of God had done that day in Bethel; they also
told their father the words which he had spoken to the king. And their father
said to them, “Which way did he go?” For his sons had seen which way the
man of God went who came from Judah. Then he said to his sons, “Saddle
the donkey for me.” So they saddled the donkey for him; and he rode on it,
and went after the man of God, and found him sitting under an oak. Then he
said to him, “Are you the man of God who came from Judah?” And he said, “I am.”
Then he said to him, “Come home with me and eat bread.” And he said, “I cannot
return with you nor go in with you; neither can I eat bread nor drink water with
you in this place. For I have been told by the word of the Lord, ‘You shall not
eat bread nor drink water there, nor return by going the way you came.’”
He said to him, “I too am a prophet as you are, and an angel spoke to me by the
word of the Lord, saying, ‘Bring him back with you to your house, that he may
eat bread and drink water.’” He was lying to him.  So, he went back with him,
and ate bread in his house and drank water. As they were sitting at table, a
word of the Lord came to the prophet who had brought him back…
  --1 Kings 13: 13-20

And that last bit there, that “word of the Lord” coming to the prophet who lied, that is what catches my imagination most in this story.   When I am reading a poem or any work of literature actually, I look for those clues. I listen for what sticks with me.  I don’t think of myself as any grand arbiter of what is important theologically or mystically or artistically… In fact, I try not to think of myself. I try to (instead) watch and see what I react to… and by doing so, try to understand myself just a little better.  So, clearly I may miss something of the utmost importance by focusing on a small detail that caught my imagination; it is not unlike being fascinated by the thorn that snags our sleeve and missing the beautiful rose that drew us to the garden in the first place.  But, so it goes.

And my question is: why would God give His word to a liar? Isn’t lying (bearing false witness) forbidden by the Ten Commandments? What gives?  God gives His word to this lying prophet.  What does this mean? 

First, it says to me that the ways of God are not the ways of man[1] and we should not presume to judge them.  And second, it reminds me of the famous saying that God writes straight with crooked lines.  He can use anyone He likes to convey His message –and it may not always seem fair or fine or glorious to us. It may seem downright inappropriate, even!  Regardless –it is not for us to judge the ways of God. 

Which makes me think back to the story of Saul, a handsome, tall young man who seems to be humble and obedient to his father (cf. 1 Samuel 9).  He was God’s chosen man to become the king of God’s chosen people, yet even before Saul was anointed, God warned His people about the king they were about to receive: he was going to take their property, enslave their children and by and large make a mess of their lives (cf. 1 Samuel 8: 10-22), but the people still wanted a king and God let them have him. And the results, one might say, were as sad for Saul as they were for Israel.  And yet we say God is a loving God.  A just God. A faithful God.  Certainly, one might be tempted to ask: are you sure?

Which brings me back to this poor “man of God” who obediently carries a fearful message from God to the wicked king –a heroic tale, one might say—yet ends up killed by a lion because he believes a lie told by another prophet who claims to have received a message from an angel of the Lord. My immediate reaction was how unfair that seems.  The man of God, for all we know, sincerely believes that the prophet has heard a message from God.  So, what is the lesson the story teller is trying to teach? That when we get a mission from God, we should follow it through completely without worrying about what anyone else says --including prophets? 

And that prophet who lied about God, yet is still given, by God, a prophecy to speak: the doom of the man he has lied to.  That moment at the table when he receives this message and must deliver it, that is an astonishing moment literarily. It is like something out of Shakespeare or Tolstoy.  The message he must deliver is a two-edged sword; and I wonder who it cuts worse?  The hearer knows that he has failed to be true to his mission from God, and knows now that he must suffer the consequences.  But the speaker must face the fact that what he has done, his lie, has brought about the doom of another… and the weight of that lie, like a millstone, is now hung around his neck.  Wow. This little story, with two unnamed characters, dropped down in the middle of a lengthy 2 volume history of kings and wars and corruption is astonishingly alive with meanings and lessons for us today: not only a lesson about being faithful to God’s call, but also about the cost of even the most innocent seeming lies, and one that we should probably remember every time we turn on the news: sometimes even a liar will tell the truth.



[1] cf. Isaiah 55:8-9; Romans 11:33; Job 11:7; actually just about the whole book of Job & several Psalms, including 92:5; 139:6 & the book of Ecclesiastes

Tuesday, April 24, 2018

How is rebellion a sin of sorcery?


Meditation for 4th Sunday of Easter
23 April 2018

“…How much longer do you mean to go on mourning over Saul,
now that I myself have rejected him?” –1 Samuel 16:1

“What we shall be has not yet been revealed…
when it is revealed we shall be like Him…”
--1 John 3:1-2

Recently my daughter brought me some old college literary magazines she’d come across.  She thought I might like to see them because they included some of my old poems and stories.  She was of the opinion that I might like to see them again.  I was grateful to her for thinking of me, but fearful of what I would find. Afraid of what I would see not only in the words, but behind them –in the young man who wrote them.
So, I let them sit for several days untouched.  Then, a sense of curiosity mingled with obligation and I figured I should at least take a look, so I could give them back to her. At first, I was struck by names of people I had not remembered, but suddenly recalled. It was a pleasantly bittersweet sensation; a nostalgia mingled with regret. I recalled those names; faces came to mind, but also the regret that I had not been kinder or braver. I know I was just a young kid –barely out of my teens—but I wish I had been less self-conscious, more generous toward them.
When I began to read my own works, it only got worse.  I suspect some truths should remain only memory.  By that I mean, being faced with a poem I had long remembered as being pretty good and finding some 37 years later that it just wasn’t… aah, ‘tis a stinging feeling. Like the old adage says of ignorance --it was bliss.  Being suddenly face to face with my own failure was very uncomfortable.  And I would say what was most uncomfortable about it was not that my writing was so mediocre, but that I had remembered it and imagined it so much better.  That feeling of shame at having –it seemed-- lied to myself was very disheartening and humbling.
And this brings me to two things I have read in scripture recently.  My slow walk through the Old Testament has just crossed into the books of Samuel, and I am reading of Saul and his failure at being Israel’s king.  He loses his way by seeking to please the people, instead of God. He is trying to be the kind of king the people want, instead of being the king God has planned for him to be.  And yet after Samuel delivers God’s message of failure, Saul is still concerned with how the people will perceive him.  That is a fascinating little bit of psychological insight on the part of the author, but what is even more interesting to me is the beginning of chapter 16 when God calls out Samuel with that beautifully odd chastisement:
“How much longer do you mean to go on mourning over Saul…”
God is calling Samuel to account. Why is he mourning over something that God has rejected?  What does he hope to gain? What is the point? In a sense, Samuel is rebelling against God’s judgment.  Instead of accepting God’s will, he is mourning over what might have been.  He is refusing to trust that God’s will is always good—even when we don’t understand it.
In the next sentence we learn there is another reason for God’s chastisement.  Samuel has a job to do. God tells him, “fill your horn with oil and go,” because there is another king (David)  to be anointed.  In other words: Why are you sitting here moaning about something you can’t change? Get up and fill your horn and go. I have work for you (cf. 16:1b). 
In a way that’s what I was doing as I looked through those old Laurels magazines. I was mourning over Saul. I was regretting choices I had made, but also promise that had not been fulfilled, dreams that had not been realized and all that might have been.
Of course, there are times when we should look over our lives with remorse and regret and that’s why some of us go to “Confession” and why other might go see a therapist.  We see that things haven’t always been right or good and maybe even that there are patterns of behavior that we want to change.  That’s healthy and good. 
But sitting and bemoaning what cannot be changed is a form of rebellion.  It is not just a refusal to accept the truth, but a kind of challenge to God.  Lurking beneath that moaning is the unhealthy suspicion that if God had left things up to us, we would have done a better job.
“Rebellion is a sin of sorcery,
presumption a crime of idolatry.”
–1 Samuel 15:23
Sitting there, ruminating over old hurts or even old failings, we become like a sorcerer stirring our pot, adding a pinch of spite to a dollop of indignities and then stirring in dash of unfairness and suddenly… voila! A bubbling cauldron of heart hardening stewed egotism ready for a bowl full of Saltines.  
And we can sit there stirring it all up and ladling it over and over until it is boils over, or we can hear that distant voice calling us from somewhere so close it seems to be whispering in our ear:
Why are you still moaning over that? Get up. Fill your horn with oil. There is work to be done.
And that is what I heard at mass this past Sunday. In the second reading from the first letter of John, I heard God calling:
Why are you dwelling in the past? Why are you moaning about what might have been?  That is not who you were made to be.  Who you were made to be has not yet been revealed.  But when it is…
The message of Easter is a message of new life. Yes, we all have made mistakes and yes we all have regrets, but to live in those regrets and to cling to the hurt of those mistakes or hard feelings is to live in a tomb. It is to rebel against the glorified Christ who destroyed death, who opened the tomb that it might be empty.  Why on earth would we want to go back in? To pull the stone back over us and hide in the cold and the dark?
It's not about who you were, or what you did or even who you wanted to be.  You are not the sum of all your mistakes, all your hurts, not even of all your successes; thanks to Christ, we are something new. Something more.  Something made in His image.  We can’t really know what it is, but we know it is something glorious –because it is like Him. So, Mr. Sutter… it is time to put away childish things. Fill your horn (get out your pen), there is anointing to be done.