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Rene Girard

It’s pretty rare that you find a new way of thinking that changes your entire perspective on life. I bet this type of thing only happens a few times, at most, to the average person.

Well, ladies and gents: Rene Girard is it. He will rock your world. He’s smart, savvy, and academically well regarded. He is best known, I believe, for his theories of mimetic violence and the function of a scapegoat in society. He is an anthropologist. He is my intellectual hero.

I confess: I started reading him when my twins were 2 years old. I really needed some insight on the mimetic violence in my sweet children. Sibling rivalry is nothing new, but with them being twins, it was all the worse. Icing on the cake is that they are both bright, stubborn, outspoken children, and so I was desperate for a fix. She wants what he wants, which is what she wants, which makes him want it even more… round and round we go… and all of a sudden: kabloom! We’ve got a double meltdown of epic coveting on our hands, usually over some random object that neither of them really cared much about. What is the mechanism behind this insanity, I wondered? And, not very far behind that thought was the inevitable wish… can I control it?

Simultaneously I stumbled upon Rene Girard at this guy’s blog, and it peaked my interest. (Note to the reader: this link is not an endorsement. Some of his ideas are dangerous. I wish I were kidding. Don’t worry about my hurting his feelings, trust me he doesn’t care. He probably likes being called dangerous, thinking it has a certain panache. But to give credit where credit is due, his brain is – figuratively, of course – the size of a prize-winning watermelon.)

But anyhoo, I love a good recommendation, and so I ordered this book. Then I ordered this book. I secretly like the second book because it makes Freud look like a simpleton. But I couldn’t get enough. More Rene Girard! Must have more. He was making sense of my world. I will tell you more in future posts. But most importantly: he made Jesus make more sense to me. And that is priceless.

If you’re looking for a more complete introduction, my good friend is a fan of the Rene Girard Reader. If you like to get a sampling, that’s the book for you. But if you just want to dive straight in, grab my favorite: I See Satan Fall Like Lightning. It will tell you lots of fascinating things about the mechanisms of violence and maybe teach you a little bit about the allure of false peace.

Courage from Shakespeare

When things are grim I’ll take courage where I can find it. Tonight I am grateful for Kenneth Branagh’s Henry V. The St. Crispin’s Day speech has worked for me more than once recently. Usually I like the climax of the speech. But tonight, I like the answer Henry V gives the French army when they ask (again) for ransom. Emphasis mine.

Montjoy:
Once more I come to know of thee, King Harry,
If for thy ransom thou wilt now compound,
Before thy most assured overthrow.

Henry V: Who hath sent thee now?

Montjoy: The Constable of France.

Henry V:
I pray thee, bear my former answer back:
Bid them achieve me and then sell my bones.
Good God! Why should they mock poor fellows thus?
Let me speak proudly: tell the constable
We are but warriors for the working-day;
Our gayness and our gilt are all besmirch’d
With rainy marching in the painful field;
But, by the mass, our hearts are in the trim;
And oh! – Save thou thy labour;
Come thou no more for ransom, gentle herald:
They shall have none, I swear, but these my joints;
Which if they have as I shall leave of them,
Shall yield them little, tell the constable.

For the unadulterated text look here. And here is the clip I must have watched 100+ times in the last few months:

I need Henry V because I am discouraged. I will need church tomorrow to help me remember to hold tight to God.

My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion, forever.

“Come and play with me,…

“Come and play with me,” the Little Prince proposed.
“I’m feeling so sad.”
“I can’t play with you,” the fox said. “I’m not tamed.”

Antoine de Saint-Exupery from The Little Prince.

The Bells of Christmas Day

Several years after the tragic death of his wife, and during the midst of the civil war in which his oldest son was injured, Henry Wadsworth Longfellow sat down at his desk on Christmas Day, 1864.  He wrote this poem:

Christmas Bells

I heard the bells on Christmas Day
Their old, familiar carols play,
And wild and sweet
The words repeat
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And thought how, as the day had come,
The belfries of all Christendom
Had rolled along
The unbroken song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Till ringing, singing on its way,
The world revolved from night today,
A voice, a chime,
A chant sublime
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

Then from each black, accursed mouth
The cannon thundered in the South,
And with the sound
The carols drowned
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

It was as if an earthquake rent
The hearth-stones of a continent,
And made forlorn
The households born
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!

And in despair I bowed my head;
“There is no peace on earth,” I said;
“For hate is strong,
And mocks the song
Of peace on earth, good-will to men!”

Then pealed the bells more loud and deep:
“God is not dead, nor doth He sleep;
The Wrong shall fail,
The Right prevail,
With peace on earth, good-will to men.”

Longfellow knew suffering. After his wife’s death he said he was “inwardly bleeding to death.” At times he questioned his continued sanity. I imagine him sitting at his desk that day, hearing the bells and looking at the brokenness around him.

For a new interpretation of the poem and familiar Christmas Carol, look up Casting Crowns’ “I Heard the Bells on Christmas Day.” For the New Testament scripture that Longfellow was referencing, read Luke 2.

My theology of sleep

Theology of Sleep

...image courtesy of my sister and her roommate.

Faith Against Sight

The world has cycles in its course, when all
That once has been, is acted o’er again:-
Not by some fated law, which need appal
Our faith, or binds our deeds as with a chain;
But by men’s separate sins, which, blended still,
The same bad round fulfill.

Then fear ye not, though Gallio’s scorn you see,
And soft-clad nobles count you mad, true hearts!
These are the fig-tree’s signs; – rough deeds must be,
Trials and crimes; so learn ye well your parts.
Once more to plough the earth it is decreed,
And scatter wide the seed.

– John Henry Newman

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