“Peace I leave with you; My peace I give to you; not as the world gives do I give to you. Do not let your heart be troubled, nor let it be fearful” (John 14:27).
In archaic societies there was no questioning the cosmic principles. Submission to the “order of things,” however that order was conceived, was as good as it gets. Karma, the Law, the gods or God, or fate, were conceived as the given realities, and though one might act with boldness or try to manipulate within the given parameters, there was no sense of getting beyond those parameters to the basic mechanisms undergirding society and the world. As I understand the Christian message, it is exposing the supposed foundations which enslave to violence, false religion, mental sickness, and slavish, unquestioning obedience. The principalities and powers which seem to be an unbreakable force, ruling through the social order, politics, religion, law, or simply tradition, were shown, through the work of Christ, to be suspendable, if not supplantable.
The Christian revolution is still working itself out, but it has sparked a series of revolutions, each of which share the realization that the order of things is not just a necessary given. Medicine, economics, politics, science, and even psychology, have exposed access to the controls, if not complete understanding or control. Sickness is not always inevitable or incurable. The economic and political order can be rearranged, and capitalism and socialism are the proof. Science presumes to get at the basic structure of things, though that structure has proven elusive and infinitely deep. The fears and neuroses which seemingly control the mind have an etiology that is not inevitable or unbreakable. This is more or less common knowledge, but how to maintain this knowledge and what to do with it, is not immediately clear. Part of this lack of clarity, is the failure to recognize the undergirding power of the dark cosmos addressed by Christ. That is the revolution instigated by Christ, resulting in a series of revolutions, has not yet culminated in the final revolution.
Strangely, the power interwoven with every other, structuring the order binding the human condition, but which is left unquestioned and largely untouched, is precisely that power most directly addressed by Christ. The coercive violence of society, the “absolute necessity” of sacrifice, war, and capital punishment, and the general sickness of masochism and sadism, continue to reign, in spite of the fact that this dealing in death was exposed and defeated by Christ. The realization of this victory was clear to the early church in the realms of war and government servitude and the understanding that restorative possibility had replaced retributive justice (while it was less clear when it came to slavery and patriarchy), but these early gains were eroded. For most Christians today, slavery is wrong and war inevitable.
The sentimental account of the Christmas truce of 1914 illustrates the point. German and American soldiers, killing one another the day before and the day after, emerged from the trenches and exchanged gifts and food and sang hymns such as “Silent Night.” Though the carnage was only briefly interrupted, this story is often told, without irony. The absurdity that Christians, sharing in the Body of Christ, celebrants of his birth and incarnation, could only halt the slaughter momentarily, escaped the participants and those who retell the event in the “Spirit of Christmas.” The numbness (dumbness?), or the general passive submission to “inevitable violence,” is on the order of an archaic resignation to the powers. The sense that Christ has defeated these powers is a non-sequitor.
In the “real world” it is obvious that the one with the biggest weapon, wins. Vengeance, or its threat, is the only possible security. It is reinforced by the violent content of mass media and the passive parameters of the form of spectacle. Those who seek center stage through mass shootings and terrorist attacks, recognize that to garner attention requires spectacle. Dirty Harry and the Columbine killers are bound by the same matrix. The towering infernos (the movie or the terrorist attack), the overwhelming crime, the pleasure of revenge, the necessity of killing, overwhelms any sense of a peaceful counter-agency to violence. The art of film sets forth the received deep structure of the cosmos. The degree to which the form accommodates or creates the impassive lack of agency is unclear, but the medium testifies to the inevitable nature of violence. (Even portrayals of Christ in popular media, such as The Chosen, shape Jesus according to the myth of violence.)
The case of Japan indicates that it is not just life following art, as the atomic holocaust unleashed on Hiroshima and Nagasaki, seemed to produce the peculiar art form of Japanese cinema. Godzilla, Mothra, Ghidorah, and Gamera, embody the monstrous threat of total destruction that the nuclear age stirred up. Prior to the nuclear age Japan was able to ward off every enemy, and the samurai, the divine winds, the Yokai, the magic of the islands, cast a spell that could not be broken. The archaic world was broken by the “Christian West,” not through the Gospel but through the destructiveness of its perversion. It was the “Christian Nation” (the United States), which would martyr more Japanese Christians in a day than had been killed in 200 years of persecution. Christianity did not cause Truman the Baptist, Byrnes the Catholic and one of Truman’s closest advisors, or Charles Sweeney (pilot of Bock’s Car) a devout Catholic, or any of the long list of Christian advisors and actors to pause or refuse. Truman reported sleeping soundly and never having a second thought. The faith simply served to ease the consciences of its adherents. Though the image of Christian slaughtering Christian in genocidal proportions forever exposed the emptiness of the predominant form of the Western religion, it was precisely faith that blinded to this conclusion (I write about this here).
The blinding nature of this faith was brought home to me as a boy when I first encountered Christian nationalism. As a new Christian I was worried for Johnny French, whom my father employed for odd jobs, but who was often so inebriated he could not move. I found him in a stupor one day, and wanting to help, asked if he was a Christian. He seemed to suddenly sober-up and was angry that I could ask such a question. He said, “Of course I am a Christian. Don’t you know I was a ball turret gunner in the war.” The piety of being American, of having participated in its greatest sacrament, was proof of his American form of the faith. The fusion of loyalty to country and to God and serving this ultimate power by making it ultimate, were completely melded.
I would like to think, that in my childish way, I was attached to a more direct route to God, and that I was never completely duped by religious nationalism. I felt myself enough of an outsider, even frightened of normal society, that my retreat to nature, no matter how twisted by my own suffering sensibility, served a more universal and intimate form of the faith. “Outside society” I had come to a profound sense of communion with God, as if self-awareness was only fully awakened in this divine fellowship. I had few human companions, no real church family, but it was a glorious time of communion with God and nature, bent inward as it was, but nonetheless an awakening to transcendence. It had not occurred to me before (this transcendence), and I was awakened to a different form of subjectivity.
William Desmond describes this awakening as the arrival of the “intimate universal,” the “ontological way of immanence.” “The meaning of the most intimate immanence is just transcendence as communicative being.”[1] I understood others were called into this communion, but I felt uncomfortable in church society. My communion did not fit with this communion, though I may not have been able to articulate this. “We do not think of God and then, after thinking, try to make up a community with God. The thinking is always and already in that community, though it may not know that, and even though it may not recognize that, or may indeed entirely reject the suggestion of being in that ultimate community.”[2] It was not isolation, or an isolated subjectivity, but a deep communication. Dog, horse, prairie, rabbit, were my only fellow congregants in this communion, but I felt it a fine fellowship in God. “The porosity of being is opened in an ultimate communication, and the passion of our being is our passion for God.”[3] Prayer was my conversation and even if not consciously directed at God, the dialogue was open. “Praying is thought awakening to its original ground, waking in the intimate universal to its own most intimate being as a love of the endowing origin.”[4]
This was not an undisturbed or continual peace, but peace must begin here, and it is in no way regulated by the political, mediated by the social, or grounded in the national. In fact, it may only be tangentially related to the church as institution. The peace won by war, the peace by compromise – a temporary cessation of conflict, the peace of mutually assured destruction, have nothing to do with this peace of the intimate universal. This peace does not depend upon peace gained in the immanent frame. The peace of Christ breaks into this immanence, and this is the form of Christian witness to the world. Christians are not bound by the cosmos, but where they begin with the immanent frame, the political, the nation-state, the peace of compromise, and willingly participate in gaining peace through violence, they betray their primary witness. The peace beginning with infinite subjectivity, is the witness of the church, the power and purpose of the Christian faith. This is the peace the world cannot give.
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[1] William Desmond, The William Desmond Reader, (State University of New York Press. Kindle Edition) location 2514.
[2] Ibid, 2520.
[3] Ibid, 2525
[4] Ibid, 2525