Wednesday, March 18, 2009

Sri Lankan Journal - Entry #8

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Today is Tuesday, 24 February 2009, and I opted for the car trip to the city of Kandy in the hills about four hours from Colombo. This area is Bhante Wimala's birthplace, a vast sweep of mountain valleys robed in the many shades of green you find in the tropics. Coconut palms spread their green fingers everywhere, and beside them I saw towering trees which resemble species which in the USA are kept as itty-bitty houseplants, like Joseph's Coat (below). I had one on my office window at Unity Institute, but it died in the Missouri winter.
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I saw monkeys along the roadway, fighting over some trash. Not a very common site--monks, yes. Not monkeys. As we passed the lake in Kandy I couldn't resist snapping the silhouette of a monk by the water (below).









Sometimes they walk in two's, or line up in single file processions with adults guiding elementary school age boys to or from the local monks' training school. The boys wear the same red or orange robes and sport the same shaved heads. (Are they monkettes?)






I also saw kids marching to public schools, uniformly in white, often moving in protective columns with their classmates. The air is thick with curry and jasmine and diesel exhaust. There are billboards written in Sinhala script, curly-Q letters in a row, like someone spilled a box of Cherrios' across the page.
The smiling people in the streets are dark brown, some very dark, Asian dark chocolates. The smiling people on the billboards--obviously Sri Lankans or Indians--are uniformly lighter, like CNN reporters.
Women in bright saris flow past our car, dark jewels wrapped in gossamer red, yellow, tangerine, spring green.


We arrive at the hotel (left) and I step backward in time to a colonial world like British India. Bell hops in white and "Yes, sir!" and too many servants, suggesting low salaries for eager natives. Decadent, air conditioned, exploitation. God help me, I loved it. I slept, ate, watched CNN and BBC World News. NO mosquitos. Yes, central air. And more of that delightful Sri Lankan brew, Lion Lager. By dinner that night I discover that I am a colonist at heart. The locals smile and pocket my money. Who's exploiting whom? I haven't a clue.
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As a group the Sri Lankans are the kindest, most polite people I have yet encountered. And the friendliness comes without a fee or a hint of resentment. In plenty of places I have visited, you get the superficial smile that has to do with the dollars you're about to spend. I never had that feeling while in Sri Lanka. These people are just....nice. I left my notebook with all these notes and my passport in a shuttle car. The driver circled back to the hotel and brought my prescious, rubber-band-wrapped package directly to the desk, where I was checking in. And he steadfastly refused a "thank-you" tip. What a nice bunch of people! Again, I think Buddhism has a lot to do with it. Funny how I had to travel to the other side of the earth to find a nation of people who live by the "do-unto-others" principles of Jesus Christ.
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My feet are badly swollen, at least twice their normal size. My sneakers are loose and baggy, thank heavens, and I loosen the laces even more. Bhante had said it happens to him whenever he flies long distances like this. I prop my feet up and spend a glorious, mosquito-free evening with air conditioning and cold drinks and English TV. There's a sermon somewhere in this one-day excusion, but I'll figure that out later.






Sri Lankan Journal - Entry #7

Riding in a three-wheeled, motorized Sri Lankan taxi is an adventure. You get the strong impression that these sturdy little omnipresent carriages are the evolutinary offshoot of the Asian rikisha. Let me tell you a few examples of life in the wild streets of Colombo.


The vehicle has open sides, a canvas top and a rear bench seat. The passenger space offers just enough room for two adults (or one portly American packing a bag of souvenirs), although the rather diminuitive locals tend to make the smallish seat stretch to family size in some mystical way. The drivers are uniformly well-tempered but opportunistic, always trying to charge the ignorant tourist twice the going rate paid by Sri Lankan natives. I was politely told by my hosts that the "bargain fare," which I had vigorously negotiated from a smiling young man who spoke no English (see picture, above), was nothing short of total surrender to economic terrorism.
The vehicle itself is basically a motorcycle with a three-wheel frame straddled by a metal-and-canvas carriage. The driver literally has no steering wheel but operates with handlebars (see picture, left). Some of them start with pull-cords like lawn mowers.

.Driving in the wildly pulsating traffic flow is an activity which requires almost a hive mind--like a friendlier version of Star Trek's Borg--among motorists and cyclists. The rules seem to be, "Honk once to say you're cutting in, two or three times to warn people not to do the same to you, and yeild if they get in their front tires ahead of yours." I am convinced that my wife, Carol-Jean, who winces when red lights flash on a vehicle 100 yards ahead, would be unable to travel more than a block or two before leaping from the taxi in mortal terror. Even Bhante, who teaches meditation and faced the aftermath of the Tsunami, says that when he returns here after a long absence he must use all his Buddhist-monk skills to stay cool in the fray. "I just have to keep out of it, let the driver handle the traffic."

For all the frantic activity, there are actually very few accidents and even fewer injuries, partly because the stop-and-go traffic flow seldom allows vehicles to get up enough speed for serious crashes. But I think Buddhism plays an important role in the non-lethal traffic mêlée, too. Unlike in America and Europe, drivers here work together to avoid crashes. Consequently, a taxi driver is perfectly confident that the truck down the street, slicing across traffic lanes with reckless impunity, will be out of the way when his beep-beeping three-wheeler shoots by. Still, there are moments I'll never forget, like the time my taxi did a hard right turn across four lanes of traffic to execute a U-turn at rush hour. I looked out the open side door; we were perpendicular to the street with busses, small trucks, and Toyotas flying right into us. Of course, all four lanes did their toot-toot and yeilded politely. If this had been Manhattan or Paris, CJ would be planting flowers over me today...
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Then there was the time my cabbie bummed 100 Sri Lankan Rupees (about 69 cents) to buy gas. He had to push the three-wheeler up to the pump. (I thought about getting out to walk, but I was paying for the ride.) Later, when we stopped at one of those ubiquitous police checkpoints, a polite guy in uniform with a loaded automatic weapon slung over his arm gestured for my driver to move forward. The driver had shut off the engine, so he got out and rolled us forward to the designated spot to save gas. I remember thinking how my cheapskate, Pennsylvania Dutch grandmother would have totally approved his frugality.

.Another driver ran out of gas while shuttling me back from the beach. He pulled over, hopped out, and fished a 2-liter plastic bottle from under his seat. He disappeared around back, then returned with it half-empty. The taxi coughed to life, and I said, "You know, guy, you're basically driving a motor vehicle with a Molotov cocktail between your legs?" He smiled and nodded, not understanding a word, and plunged back into the buzzing boulevard. I wanted to point out that a half-empty bottle of gasoline is even more dangerous due to the fumes in the empty space, but that would have been an equally futile English babbling to a Sinhala -speaking cabbie.

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They seem to adjust their flying chariots instinctively, like Chewbacca doing maintenance on the Millenium Falcon. And after about a week of riding in these ground-level starships, I finally get it. The drivers in Sri Lanka have had 2,500 years of Buddhism. They operate from a fundamentally polite, do-no-harm ethos which is not shared in the West. Even the best American drivers carry a sense of democratic justice to the highways: All people are obligated to respect the civil and property rights of others, to include the right of way. The Sri Lankans seem to operate under a different social contract: Why cause a crash, when it's all about your ego? The drivers here are simultaneously aggressive and defensive. They hurl themselves into traffic flows that scare the bejesus out of me, yet everyone knows the objective is to get there as quickly as safety will allow. So, if the guy gets his front wheel(s) ahead of you, you give way. Beep-beep, just as a reminder, but let him in. I have been a passenger in vehicles which pass uphill on a wide, blind curve. Two lane roads become four-lane as traffic shifts to avoid certain death.
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I remarked to an Indian friend of Bhante's, with whom I was sharing a ride in a hotel van, "The locals here seem to think lines painted on the road are merely suggestions." He said that India was worse, that there literally are no side mirrors on Indian vehicles because they've all been whacked off by close encounters in the street. And he agreed the difference here was kindness on the part of the drivers. I have never seen aggressive kindness before, but here is is, alive and well in the roadways of Sri Lanka.
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These reflections are jotted as I'm headed to Kandy, in the mountains about 4 hours from here, with Bhante's Indian friends. My friend the monk has sent me up here to get behind an air conditioned, mosquito-proof barrier for at least one night. More later from that location. Bhante's look launch is tomorrow, so I'll be coming back quickly...

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

Sri Lankan Journal - Entry #6

The pina colada was awful, but the tuna steak was excellent. Char-grilled and basted in a rich oinion sauce and served with crisp french fries and a small dish of teriyaki dipping sauce. I heeded the guidebook warnings about Third World eating and avoided the fresh greens garnishing the plate. Even if raw veggies themselves are okay, food preparers often wash salad makings in the local, contaminated water. Everybody here drinks cold H2O in two-liter bottles (see picture, previous blog). I also discovered the joys of a local beer called Lion Lager. Had one cold bottle late in the afternoon, then on the way home I stopped at a grocery store to stock up on cheese, bread, and a few liters of the Lion. Now this is getting to be my kind of spiritual retreat...

Spent the evening reading Deepak Chopra's book Buddha: A Story of Enlightenment. It's an historical novel and quite entertaining, but I'm thinking the Buddhists would likely be a little scandalized at the way young Siddartha is portrayed. Some good information mixed with historical fiction, nevertheless. I did not know Buddha's father had been such a warrior king, and that his goal for his son was to be ruler of the known world. How odd, the way one's aspirations for beloved children may come true in a manner wholly unpredictable to the parents. Good read.

I also spent a little time playing video games on my laptop, which adapts quite well to the 220 volt current here. Strange how playing a game I enjoyed back home gives me a feeling of comfort in this interesting yet profoundly diffferent land. For a quick instant my mind flashes on the irony--finding comfort by shooting cyber bad guys with a Buddhist peace center down the block.


Pushba and Karona came by to show me how to hook up the anti-mosquito incense dispenser. It seemed to help a little; I had fewer bug bites next morning. I ate a late breakfast at 7:30 AM local--God knows what time my body thinks it is. Bhante says I can stay in the Colombo area or go inland to Kandy, the second largest Sri Lankan city, located four hours away in the mountains. He emphasizes that the Tanmil Tigers have their stronghold far from that city, so the trip will be perfectly safe. He suggests I take another day to walk the beach and meditate first. He also recommends I buy some sunscreen, politely not mentioning my beet-red face from yesterday's exposure to the tropical sun.


I paused a little while to meditate in the lovely gardens of the Vishva, then ventured forth on foot to purchase a hat and sunscreen, after which I'll head to the beach. Deepak and Buddha are my companions. Tuna steak lunch awaits me. Three-wheel taxi rides will get me there. Little did I know what a wild street experience that would be...

More later.





Monday, March 09, 2009

Sri Lankan Journal - Entry #5

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Table by the sea at La Voile Blanche, my favorite local hangout. .

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If you look closely, at the bottom of the photo (left) you'll see the notebook from which these journal entries are being transcribed.

.The picture below is the Mount Lavinia Hotel.

.Bhante's driver, Sadath, took me to the fancy and expensive Mount Lavinia Hotel, originally built for the governor in the old days of British colonial rule. I checked it out and discovered it was sprawling, western, pricey, and crowded with European tourists. They charged money to access the beach, and you get a free day pass if you buy the Sunday brunch. It was Sunday, but I wasn't hungry yet. So, I found the lounge and ordered coffee from a bartender in white, then reclined in air conditioned comfort to sip strong java and the ocean below (see picture, above). After about an hour of Western decadence, I decided this was way too far the other direction, so I conned the bellhop into snagging a local three-wheel taxi and we putt-putted away toward the real beach where the locals hang out.

.The beach below and to the north of the fortress resort was full of locals--dark bodies playing in the gentle surf. I walked abouty 45 minutes past fishing boats and lingering tsunami damage. I took off my sandals and went ankle-deep wading along the crest of the incoming tide, then came back to a beachfront bar and grill called La Voile Blanche (pictured above). I am writing this now from the table in the picture while sipping on a pina colada (it's past noon!) and watching the locals play in the surf. Lunch later, probably a tuna steak with onion sauce and french fries. I wonder if I'll get a K-F-S or eat by hand? More later...

Sunday, March 08, 2009

Sri Lanka Journal - Entry #4

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I looked around the small room and decided I could do this, so I unfurled the mosquito net and started unpacking my belongings. Various members of the Vishva staff shuffled in and out, bringing me a floor fan and a plug-in mosquito repellant device (I kid you not). Then Bhante appeared and announced that they arranged a bigger place for me. They saw I was a misfit for the smallish bed and room, although I was willing to be a trooper in Buddha's army and stay the course. Bhante reported that the Director of Vishva Niketan whom I had just met--a lovely lady with salt-and-pepper hair and a warm smile--graciously offered a second floor apartment in a gated courtyard building just outside the center. (See photo.)


Also without screens or a/c, but lots more room. I dutifully sprayed mosquito repellant on my extremities and crawled under the net, tucking it down under the matress on all sides. The mosquitoes however were not impressed by these defensive tactics and had a good night of munching on my ankles, wrists, and arms. They seem to prefer limbs, like I was a Christian appetizer before going out on the town for a Buddhist main course. I actually rested very well bug bites notwithstanding, probably because of the tube of anti-itch cream I kept inside the netting tent. And that was my Saturday, which because of the weird science of time zone travel (and spending 28+ hours in the air) actually began at Thursday morning 02-19, half a world away, when I left KCMO for the first leg of my journey.


Sunday, February 22, was my first full day in Sri Lanka. Bhante invited me to breakfast with him. He eats breakfast and lunch but not supper, which apparently is typical for monks. Sometimes he will take a little soup in the evening. Also, according to Sri Lankan Buddhist tradition, monks eat first while others wait, sometimes watching like adoring fans. It's actually quite polite, a sign of respect for the office of clergy, but I don't think our congregations would go for it. In fact, some ministers make sure their people eat first before they sit to join them at church functions, although I've never gone hungry at a Unity potluck. Bhante actually broke tradition and ate with me, even though I was perfectly willing to abide by their customs.

Not surprisingly, breakfast was nothing like American style eating. Well, there was bread and butter. The main foods were two kinds of rice spaghetti with spicy lentil chili poured over it. Very tasty. Also garbanzo beans and sliced fruit. Bhante ate Sri Lankan style with his fingers; I asked for a spoon. Seating at meals is quite different, too. Think of an open-sided pavilion—like the kind you’d find covering a picnic area at a public park in the US—only there are no tables. Along the half-wall sides is a concrete bench about a yard deep. You perch on the bench and eat with the food beside you. (See picture, above.) I achieved my customary ½ lotus, which delighted the staff. I actually stayed in that Asian pretzel configuration for a good five minutes before dangling my feet (bare, or course).

We ate and chatted. Bhante introduced the two servers, delightful women. Their names are Pushba (on left in picture, her name means flower) and Karona (right, meaning compassion). Pushba and Karona were laypeople, not Buddhist nuns. They were ordinary,
early middle aged women with extraordinary smiles, and everything they did overflowed with friendliness. That is ordinary here, too. I remember thinking, “If the Sri Lankans I’ve met so far are typical, this has got to be the kindest, most gracious nation on earth.” And I would leave the country ten days later with that belief still in place. I met Buddhist and Christian Sri Lankans. I saw Muslim women in the marketplace with their distinctive head scarves--only they were colorful here, reds and yellows and bright green head coverings, not just the black veils of Arab Islam. And I also saw Indian Hindus and mainland Chinese and Japanese, Koreans, and European expatriots--it reminded me of California.
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California...That reminded me: What I really needed was a spiritual lift. So, with Bhante's prompting, I left the Retreat Center for the day and headed for the beach.
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More to follow...

Saturday, March 07, 2009

Sri Lanka Journal - Entry #3

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It is Saturday and the plane is 30 minutes from landing at Colombo. This flight began like the other marathon--several minutes of seat-shuffling--but this aircraft has more leg room and so I get a better night's rest.

And now I am here. Bhante (see photo) met me outside the terminal, which is clean, air conditioned, and 1st world. His driver (see photo) Sadath was orbiting the terminal and came quickly when Bhante summoned him by cell phone.

Colombo, the Sri Lankan capital city, is Asian-metro with a touch of Mexico-style poverty. Lots of open-front workshops with sparks from men grinding metals and sidewalk sales nooks stuffed with small items, soft drinks and lotions and packets of dry noodles, like a Sri Lankan version of a convenience store. The streets teemed with motor bikes and Toyotas, plus swarms of 3-wheeled cars that seemed to constitute the local taxi corps.

We made a few business stops as Bhante organized his event for next Wednesday, February 25. One stop was the HQ of the Sri Lankan National Lottery Board, where I met Ashok Witharana, whose title is "Additional General Manager." (See photo.) The AGM is a big supporter of Bhante and it was obvious from the deference he showed that my friend the monk was indeed, as his official title indicates, "venerable." The Lottery Board is housed in a concrete edifice that looks like an old government building anywhere in the world, except it sits with its back to the beach and the blue-green Indian Ocean. I got my first glimpse of this new ocean (for me) out of the windows of Ashok's second-floor office. He exchanged a few pleasantries with Bhante, then a young Sri Lankan girl and her family shuffled in to meet the Venerable guest. (Bhante, of course, not me.) They were Buddhists, so one-by-one they snuck in a full bow to the floor to touch Bhante's sandals, a gesture of ultimate respect.

The little girl was about eight or nine, dark eyed and keely intelligent. She had just earned a Lottery Board scholarship to help her family pay for expenses as she continued her education in private school. Her speciality, I learned, was English, and she brightened when I spoke directly to her in my American accent and thanked her for studying my native language.

.After another winding trek through Colombo's maddening traffic, we arrived at the Vishva Niketan Center (see photo), which is a smaller, Sri Lankan version of California's Asilomar. Lovely tropical grounds, scents of incense and curry in the distance, and no air conditioning or screens on the windows. You get a mosquito net and a fan.
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More later...












Sri Lanka Journal - Entry #2

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The flight from LAX to London Heathrow was a little like taking your honeymoon in hell: the company was nice, but the accomodations were excruciating. Nature and my healthy appetite have conspired to give me the kind of body that is expressly not built for extended airline travel: very long legs and a wide waist. When the nice flight attendant tried to provide alternative seating for me, it was a choice between mismatches. I could sit in an exit aisle, which offered extra leg room but had rigid arm rests—the kind that can’t fold-up—which did not allow my wide hips to exploit the roomy advantage of a vacant seat beside me. Or, I could opt for a row with tuck-away arm rests but cramped leg room; if the passenger ahead tried to recline, I could tuck my feet under the seat and have his headrest in my lap, or just sit straight up and prevent the other seat from reclining, my knees tight against the seat in front.
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Thanks to the incredible kindness and patience of the Virgin Atlantic crew (and a light load of passengers), I literally went back and forth among four different locations before settling on the lesser of multiple evils.
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The overnight flight was basically sleepless, and now I'm sitting in a pub at London's Heathrow Airport, nibbling a sandwich and chips (french fries). While eating, I watch BBC television. And now there is “breaking news” flashing CNN-style across the bottom of the screen: The Tamil Tigers, a Sri Lankan terrorist militia, have staged an air attack on the capital city, Colombo. At least 38 people have been wounded. The airport is closed. Power is off in the city. I look down at my boarding pass, and it reads London - Colombo. This just keeps getting better and better…
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I did some quick online research at an Internet kiosk and learned that the Tamil Tigers are a terrorist organization, and the attack was an amateur-hour operation with a couple of light airplanes. Then I called my wife, Carol-Jean, in Kansas City to reassure her that I wasn't flying into a combat zone. She listened quietly and then told me about the sudden death of a Unity Institute student, Jim Pearce. He had come through cancer surgery with flying colors. Everything looked clear and bright. Then he died. I was shocked. And suddenly my complaints about discomfort and potential dangers on this trip seemed petty and petulant. I asked CJ to convey my deep sense of loss at Jim's memorial service. I realize again how good it is to have a partner like her.
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I am on the Sri Lankan Airlines flight now, half-listening as the pre-takeoff video tells me how to unbuckle a seat belt and where the life vests are stowed. I'm a theologian, but have no cosmic answer about Jim's death. Life happens. Then it ends. We respond with faith. He was a really good guy. Would that people will say likewise when our time comes.
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More later.

Sri Lanka Journal - Entry #1

[The following posts were written as they happened.]
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I must be crazy. At sixty-two years old, I’m on my way to the other side of the earth, to a third world country with an active civil war, and all that “Prayer for Protection” stuff notwithstanding, I’m a little frightened. Not so much because of the physical danger--my rational mind knows the safety level of this trip is roughly comparable to spending the week in a major US city--but because I will be off balance over there, living with locals in a culture I do not yet understand. True confession time: I am a European-American, through and through. Sure, I love to study world cultures and have a special warm spot for Buddhism, but I am not harboring any illusions about being comfortable in all parts of the world. It is one thing to have an intellectual and spiritual affinity for people of other lands, but to actually spend time there at the native level--eating all kinds of foods, living under all kinds of conditions—raises multi-culturalism to a whole other order of magnitude.

Actually, I'm not a total stranger to the far side of the world. Three of my six children were born in Germany; I lived in Korea for 15 months and in Vietnam for a year. But when I have gone overseas in the past it was as a soldier, moving within a military subculture which kept me safe inside an American bubble and took care of my daily needs. All I had to do was relax, do my job, and "the system" took care of me.

Now, I travel alone, and I don't even have control over the itinerary. I am a leaf on the wind. At my age, that is not a comforting image. So, yes. I am a little frightened tonight as I await the boarding call for the flight to London and thence to Sri Lanka.

Today’s Daily Word was written for me: .


“My prayers reach out, near and far, to bless my loved ones. I look at the first glimmer of the moon in the evening sky and know that it is the same celestial object that shines in the evening sky above my loved ones. And I may be thinking particularly of one who is a world away, saying good morning to the rising sun as I am saying good evening to the setting sun. Still, I know in my heart that we are in one world and one in Spirit. Wherever we are, the Christ in me greets the Christ in my loved ones. We share a spiritual connection that neither space nor time can interfere with. I imagine my prayers taking wing, reaching out to bless those I love.I pray, affirming always that we are aware of our oneness in Spirit, and that each one is safe and healthy, happy and fulfilled.” ..............................................(Daily Word, 02-19-09) .


Wow. More later. Probably with red wine over the Canadian arctic.



Saturday, November 08, 2008

Shepherd Keynote Address Lyceum 2008 (Full Text)

Culturally Christian, Spiritually Unlimited: A Unity Response to the Challenge of Postmodernism in Contemporary Theology

Thomas Shepherd, M.Div.


Unity is a Christian movement in search of its identity in a post-Christian, postmodernist world. Postmodernism is not an easy concept to nail down. According to the PBS website, Postmodernism is a “general and wide-ranging term which is applied to literature, art, philosophy, architecture, fiction, and cultural and literary criticism, among others.”[1] Kevin J. Vanhoozer writes, “Those who attempt to define or to analyze the concept of postmodernism do so at their own peril.”[2] Nevertheless, Vanhoozer proceeds to define and analyze postmodernism. If I am reading him correctly, Vanhoozer seems to be saying that, like the effect of an observer on the outcome in quantum physics, postmodernism holds that every definition is shaped by the definer.[3] This is probably a good summary of a key element in understanding postmodernism.
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Another way to understand it centers around the concept of the metanarrative. French philosopher Jean-François Lyotard coined this term in his definition of postmodernism. A metanarrative is a grand narrative, a story used to explain all other stories and events in human existence. For example, the Exodus from Egypt in the Hebrew Bible provides a metanarrative for Jewish thought, after which the Children of Israel continually looked backward to this master story to interpret their lives. Be kind to the widows and orphans, because you were in bondage in Egypt and the Lord delivered you. Show justice and mercy, because when you were in Egypt the Pharaoh showed none to you. We are the people who crossed the Red Sea on dry land, therefore we trust in God no matter how impossible the situation seems to be. That’s a metanarrative.
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The more effective the metanarrative is at shaping the way people see themselves and their world, the less conscious of it will they be. For example, Americans tend to see themselves as a just and honorable people who keep their promises and who are respectful of others. We are the people who fled the crowded cities of Europe to seek a better life, religious freedom, and a chance for everyone to own a home and make a fortune. This is NOT the way many people around the world see Americans, especially after the collateral damage of the Iraqi War and our treatment of prisoners at Abu Ghraib and Guantanamo Bay.
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Closer to home, we have become anything but a land where everyone is welcome. Millions of dollars are being spent to put up a fence to keep Mexicans out. Even more troubling is the jarring disrepair which has befallen our freedom of religion mythos.
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Look at what happened in the campaign which just ended today. When a major presidential candidate has to defend himself against claims he is a Muslim—against charges that he is a member of an ancient and deeply spiritual religion, a religious faith which gave us the university system and algebra and the concept that all people are created equal before God—there is a very different process at work here than the metanarrative of America as a melting pot would suggest. Why did Barack Obama not simply say, “I am a Christian, I am not a Muslim, but so what if I were?” Because he would have paid an unacceptable political price for making that statement. It was only Colin Powell—an African-American war hero and member of the opposition party, someone who is running for nothing this year—who was finally able to say:

"Is there something wrong with being a Muslim in this country? The answer is no. That's not America. Is there something wrong with a seven-year-old Muslim-American kid believing he or she could be president?"[4]

Let me add that, although one of the reasons the American nation was founded was to guarantee religious freedom for all, America still has a long way to go before everyone understands the meaning of its national motto, E Pluribus Unum. Out of many, one. Unity in diversity.
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Postmodern critics say these metanarratives, while culturally necessary, nevertheless cannot be trusted. In uncharacteristically simple terms, Lyotard said: “I define postmodern as incredulity towards metanarratives.”[5] These grand visions of what life is about are culturally determined myth-making and not absolute truth. There are no objectively true metanarratives, only stories we tell ourselves to bolster our courage for the trials of life. Let me hasten to add that metanarratives are not bad things. Humans need this kind of narrative framework rather desperately, in direct proportionality to how desperate life becomes. Take Viktor Frankl for example.

Viktor Frankl, a survivor of imprisonment in a concentration camp during WWII, in his book Man’s Search for Meaning (1984), identified meaning as a central factor enabling people to endure torture and injustice. The will to meaning is the focal structure of Frankl’s system of logotherapy according to which “man’s search for meaning is the primary motivation in his life and not a ‘secondary rationalization’ of instinctual drives” (p. 121).[6]

Postmodernism reduces the metanarrative to whistling in the dark. Nothing is objective; everything is shaped by culture, language, and experience. There is no vantage point which humans can attain to look down objectively on their circumstances and come up with universal truths. Whether one is contemplating literature or philosophy, art or architecture, thoughts about life or about God and the afterlife--where does one go to find an objective vantage point to evaluate a worldview, when the person considering these ideas is already inside a worldview which is shaped by language and culture? As I have said many times to my students, there are no tiger gods where there are no tigers.[7]

Universal Truth Non-Existent: Even This Truth?
One could argue that this does not mean there are no universal truths, just that certainty about them is unavailable. However, postmodernism kicks aside that argument and asserts that, in fact, not only are universal truths unattainable, they are also non-existent. One of the most cogent definitions of postmodernism which I have encountered comes from the PBS website:

Postmodernism…is highly skeptical of explanations which claim to be valid for all groups, cultures, traditions, or races, and instead focuses on the relative truths of each person. In the postmodern understanding, interpretation is everything; reality only comes into being through our interpretations of what the world means to us individually. Postmodernism relies on concrete experience over abstract principles, knowing always that the outcome of one's own experience will necessarily be fallible and relative, rather than certain and universal.[8]

One problem postmodernism faces is it seems to have a thanatos, a death wish about its own ideas. It offers metaphysical critique of metaphysical systems by denying that metaphysics are possible. Its central principle is that there are no central principles. A metaphysical system that rejects the possibility of any systematic understanding of metaphysical reality is not unlike anarchists who suddenly come to power. How does one govern when government itself is the enemy? The snake eats its own tail. Back to the PBS definition:

Postmodernism is “post” because it is denies the existence of any ultimate principles, and it lacks the optimism of there being a scientific, philosophical, or religious truth which will explain everything for everybody—a characteristic of the so-called “modern” mind. The paradox of the postmodern position is that, in placing all principles under the scrutiny of its skepticism, it must realize that even its own principles are not beyond questioning.[9]

Overlooking the self-contradictory nature of a radically postmodernist position and taking its elements separately, there are many things in postmodernism which sound surprisingly like New Thought Christianity.

Connie Fillmore’s Five Principles
For example, the idea that humans create their own reality is quite similar to the fourth of Connie Fillmore’s five principles. Let me say a word about them before proceeding. These ideas are popularly called “The Five Unity Principles.” I am trying to be a good postmodern theologian here, which requires me to identify my source. It seems important to me that I call them “Connie Fillmore’s Five Principles.” Scholarly discipline requires me to cite the author and resist the temptation to declare this a Unity-wide statement. Unfortunately, the opposite tendency seems operational in Unity today, as these five ideas evolve toward an embryonic Unity creed.
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Please note that I am not blaming Connie Fillmore for this stampede toward creedal certainty, which postmodernism says is problematic at best. I am questioning the methodology of calling these ideas “Unity’s Five Principles” rather than simply attributing them the author. Calling them “Unity’s Five Principles” shuts off discussion, making it nearly impossible to critically analyze their content without sounding like you are attacking or at least “deconstructing” the Unity movement itself. Yet, it should be abundantly clear that Connie’s grandfather encouraged just this kind of critical thinking in his students.
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In fact, we have both the Fillmore co-founders, Charles and Myrtle, on record as endorsing theological discourse in the very early stages of their work. Before they were married, Charles and Myrtle carried on a cross-country correspondence which contains this comment by the future Mrs. Fillmore. In a letter to Charles, dated September 1, 1878, Myrtle Page writes:

You question my orthodoxy? Well, if I were called upon to write out my creed it would be rather a strange mixture. I am decidedly eclectic in my theology—is it not my right to be? Over all is a grand idea of God, but full of love and mercy.[10]

James Dillet Freeman writes in his book The Story of Unity the following description of Charles Fillmore’s teaching methods:

Often in his classes, a student would be answering a question and Mr. Fillmore would ask, “Where did you get that idea?” The student would reply, “I read that in such-and-such a Unity book, Mr. Fillmore.” “Are you sure?” “Certainly, Mr. Fillmore, that is right out of page so and so.” “You know,” he would say, “that is not exactly right,” and then he would go on to explain the point in a way that clarified it. Often in his classes, he would interrupt his students, when they were quoting him, with the question, “But what do YOU think about it?” The main aim of his teaching was to get his students to think Truth through for themselves. [11]

As Fordham University’s Avery Cardinal Dulles has said, “Theology begins with wonder and unanswered questions.”[12]
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When Connie Fillmore summarized her theological view of basic Unity principles in the 1990 booklet Keys to the Kingdom: Five Fundamentals of Truth, this is how she described her fourth principle:

Human beings create their experience by the activity of their thinking. Everything in the manifest realm has its beginning in thought.[13]

The Association of Unity Churches International website paraphrases Ms. Fillmore’s fourth principle: “We are co-creators with God, creating reality through thoughts held in mind.”[14]

The difference between what Connie Fillmore is saying and the postmodernist view may seem subtle, however its actual divergence is far from insignificant. Postmodernism holds that we create an illusion of reality and live within those parameters for lack of an alternative. Ms. Fillmore holds that reality itself comes from the way we perceive it. Whereas postmodernism follows Kierkegaard and denies the possibility of a rational metaphysical system, Connie Fillmore goes beyond this and accepts the out-picturing of human consciousness as constitutional for reality itself. What we think is what we get. Thought is not just definitional, it is definitive, the mechanism by which everything exists. We do not create an abstract world of thought and live in it; we live in a concrete world created by thought.
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As with any metaphysical system, there are oceans of difficulties with this idea. If everyone is creating their own reality, how do they coexist side by side and maintain communications? The 1998 motion picture What Dreams May Come shows an afterlife in which everyone has the heaven of their dreams, creating the reality they want to experience and peopling it with whomever they want to attract. While this Hollywood version of the fourth principle is a lovely thought, it quickly deteriorates to contradiction and absurdity. What if you want an afterlife with a snow lodge and I want the sunny tropics? Does this mean all you get in your heaven is my doppelganger, a mere astral projection, or a cardboard cut-out of my likeness with none of my consciousness?
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Of course, one could argue that physical limitations are meaningless in a spiritual existence and the details will have been worked out by God long before we get there. However, when transplanting the discussion to a concrete existence on this side of the veil, the idea that everyone creates his or her own universe is frightfully difficult to maintain without a lot of imaginative apparatus and some degree of fantasy. I am not sure I want Osama bin Laden’s thoughts creating reality, and although we have never met I am equally certain Mr. bin Laden shares the same sentiment about me. One could argue that bin Laden and I are co-creating this world, because we could not exist in our present form without each other. Without the West, Islamic terrorism is a different kind of animal, just as giraffes probably would not have evolved without leafy trees to browse for lunch. I am uncertain whether that analogy really works, or whether I am the tree or the giraffe, but you get the point about the function of symbiosis in evolutionary development.

Boldly Choosing
Former Notre Dame head football coach Lou Holtz said, “Life is ten percent what happens to you and ninety percent how you respond to it.”[15]

Taking the challenge of postmodernism seriously—assuming that people really get to chose the world in which they live, and by the choosing actually create it—then I choose the idealistic world of humanity as one family. In this regard I am proud of the irrepressible optimism of the New Thought Christian churches and of religious progressives from many traditions. To its credit and despite wars and rumors of wars, Unity never relinquished the optimistic, monistic, idealistic vision of transcendentalism. Our writers and theologians still affirm the divine nature of humanity, taking seriously the imago Dei regardless of appearances to the contrary. The prophetic tradition within our movement aims at calling people to the higher vision of their potential as sons and daughters of God. We see all sentient beings as fully divine and fully human, to include the main example of this indwelling divinity, Jesus of Nazareth.
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Such a prophetic word from our tradition, properly explored by theological reflection and communicated via modern networking, has the potential to transform the consciousness of humanity, one person at a time. The outrageous possibilities of such a claim remain unexplored today because the potential apologists for Metaphysical Christianity are unequipped to play in the major leagues of theological dialogue. In fact, one could argue that Unity’s longstanding aversion for intellectual discourse indicates we have yet to show up for spring training. To communicate a prophetic vision today requires an understanding of contemporary issues and their antecedents, plus the ability to translate one’s insights into the common language of Christian theology.

Deconstructing an Anti-Intellectual Bias
Historically speaking—and now I am going to move into a little creative deconstruction—Unity has been rather anti-intellectual and anti-traditionalist. This tendency has kept the insights, ideas and tools available to clergy and religious scholars from mainstream Protestant and Catholic traditions from finding their way into our branch of Protestant Christianity. Even among the ordained Unity clergy, there is almost no tradition of theological reflection, no widespread understanding of modern biblical scholarship, little sense of church history, and an appalling lack of awareness about the very tools required to make our gifts available to a wider Christian world. The intellect has been described as inferior to, and often in conflict with, intuitive insights gleaned in personal meditation.
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Again and again, Unity foundational writings take a swipe at the intellectual approach to religion, like this question in the study guide of Fillmore’s 1939 book, Jesus Christ Heals: “Is it better to seek understanding through intellectual reasoning or through divine inspiration?”[16] Note the dichotomy; the choice is between trusting your limited human intelligence (intellectual reasoning) and trusting God (divine inspiration). Since dialogue among biblical scholars and theologians provides a context of continuity for the Christian community, it is precisely this juxtaposition of intellectual reasoning over and against divine inspiration which has perpetuated Unity’s isolation; we have been an archipelago somewhere over the horizon, far from the mainland of Christian thought.
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With no seat at the table where the ongoing discussion of Christian theology is taking place, it is not surprising that Unity is often evaluated in absentia, decried as a cult by members of the Religious Right, or dismissed as light-weight positive thinking by mainstream churches. The price we have paid for refusing to think deeply and critically about basic metaphysical ideas is painfully summarized by one of Unity’s few practicing teachers of religion in an institution of higher learning, Dr. Paul Alan Laughlin. Dr. Laughlin is professor of Religion and Philosophy at Otterbein College, a Jesus Seminar Fellow, and an ordained Unity minister. Laughlin contends this adverse reputation is partially because Unity lacks a tradition of theological reflection, which has kept its main ideas unexplored.[17]
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Some of those distinctive ideas include a tradition of mysticism, spiritual healing, introspective meditation and affirmative prayer; a thoroughgoing monism which proclaims no power exists except God-power; identification of the Christ as the divine within each person; and a relentlessly positive attitude despite all appearances to the contrary. These are great theological concepts, yet despite Charles Fillmore’s example of thinking creatively about great ideas, Unity people have too often settled for fill-in-the-blank repetition, restating and meditating upon its ideas without critical reflection. Laughlin writes in the Westar Institute’s Fourth R magazine:

I am sad to say that the healthy spiritual introspection and introversion of mysticism has often failed in practice (in New Thought churches). Unfortunately, it too easily degenerates into a thinly veiled egotism and produces a superficial, sentimental, self-serving, and self-aggrandizing jingoism and happy-babble that can aptly be termed “Hallmark holiness.” Further, New Thought organizations have tended to eschew traditional academic education and theology, leaving their key concepts underdeveloped.[18]

Some theologians, myself included, have always believed that an informed and intellectually grounded spirituality is both the deepest and most practical expression of one’s faith. According to Mark’s gospel, the First Commandment given by Jesus includes an intellectual component:

One of the scribes came near and heard them disputing with one another, and seeing that he answered them well, he asked him, “Which commandment is the first of all?” Jesus answered, “The first is, ‘Hear, O Israel: the Lord our God, the Lord is one; you shall love the Lord your God with all your heart, and with all your soul, and with all your mind, and with all your strength.’ The second is this, ‘You shall love your neighbor as yourself.’ There is no other commandment greater than these.”[19]

At the AUCI People’s Convention held in June 2007, Unity President and CEO Charlotte Shelton observed that Unity Institute’s movement toward becoming a fully accredited theological seminary “gives us a seat at the table for important international theological discussions.” Dr. Shelton brought the cheering delegates to their feet with these words:

"I humbly suggest that as a movement we have longed to have greater impact on the world while also refusing to honor the rules for doing so. It’s causing many of us to play small–way small. I, for one, am ready for Unity to step up to its rightful role of influence on the world stage. And I know many of you are as well. And, as we individually and collectively raise our consciousness about what is ours to do, our opportunities for growth and greater influence will flow to us like bees to honey."[20]

It is interesting that Dr. Shelton paired “opportunities for growth and greater influence” as the results of Unity’s movement toward academic accreditation. She appears to agree that the same kind of mutual benefit which I have envisioned will accrue from engaging Unity in “important international theological discussions.”
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As Unity grows from encountering the ideas of others, it will exert greater influence through the newfound ability to speak the language of theological discourse. Reading Dr. Shelton’s remarks, one biblical text which immediately springs to my mind is the call of Abram, “I will bless you...so that you will be a blessing.” [21]

How Christian is Unity?
How will Unity interact with a global society in a postmodern world? The major question which we have not yet begun to address theologically is how Christian is Unity, and how Christian should it be? Today, New Thought Christianity stands at a crossroads, pondering this momentous decision: Shall we affirm the Judeo-Christian metanarrative, however imperfect, modifying it for a postmodern age, or toss it aside in favor of an emerging interfaith synthesis? How will Unity and other New Thought Christian groups integrate their ideas into a world where Internet sites, like Beliefnet.com, are making more and more people aware of the multitude of religious perspectives within the human family?
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Let me begin by announcing my biases: I hold that Unity is a Christian movement which needs to get in touch with its intellectual heritage in order to establish itself as an authentic expression of the faith in the postmodern world. The established historical fact is that, just as Jesus was born inside the Jewish metanarrative, the Unity movement was born inside the Christian worldview. However, neither Jesus nor the founders of New Thought Christianity had any inclination to be bound to the current interpretations of what that metanarrative meant in the world in which they lived. Jesus carefully reinterpreted the Hebrew scriptures, and every successful reformer who has come after him has followed the same model. Reinterpret, stretch the limits, shape the metanarrative by pushing out the walls rather than burning down the building.
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Charles and Myrtle Fillmore were careful not to reject a single major Christian doctrine, although they reserved the right to reinterpret the symbols of the ancient metanarrative to reflect a nineteenth century, Hegelian-transcendentalist-Newtonian consciousness. Today, we face the same challenge within the twenty-first century, to bring our metanarrative in line with our Teilhardian-panentheistic-quantum postmodern consciousness.

Biblical Analogy
A biblical parallel might be found in the situation of the Apostle Paul as he looked outward at the Hellenistic world from his Jewish heritage. Saul of Tarsus was a Pharisee, schooled in minute interpretations of the Jewish Law. However, instead of insisting that the Greek-speaking majority of the Roman world must convert to Judaism before becoming Christians, Paul emphasized faith in Jesus as the key to membership in the Kingdom of God. That meant gentile males did not have to go under a rabbi’s knife to inherit the faith of Israel; the Old Covenant was renewed and extended through the world-embracing, self-sacrificial love of Jesus Christ. This preached well in a world where people hungered for meaning. As ancient pagan institutions crumbled around them to be replaced by Caesar worship, educated Greeks and Romans were chasing mystery cults and reading Greek translations of the Jewish scriptures.
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The metanarrative was changing, and Paul snuck into the control room and reprogrammed the Christian message to work in this time and place. However far afield his reinterpretations of Judaism took Paul, the Apostle to the Gentiles considered himself a Jew all the days of his life. One could say Paul was culturally Jewish but spiritually unlimited. This became increasingly hard for subsequent generations of Christians to affirm, partially because the majority of the new believers had never been Jews in the first place but also because Palestinian Judaism rose in two bloody rebellions against Rome. Because people tend to lump everyone together, as we have seen in Colin Powell’s comments— Jews everywhere began to look like the Taliban in the eyes of the cosmopolitan Hellenistic world. This was an unfair prejudice, but it accelerated the distance between Christianity’s Jewish birthplace and its new home as a thoroughly Greco-Roman mystery religion.
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Yet, even as Hellenistic Christians divorced themselves from the people of Moses, the faith of Jesus continued to wear its wedding ring to Judaism; the Jewish Bible and the History of Israel would now become a Christian story. The metanarrative had changed.

Culturally Christian, Spiritually Unlimited
Neither Jesus not Paul, neither nor Meister Eckhart nor Martin Luther, neither Ralph Waldo Emerson nor Charles Fillmore simply rejected their heritage and fled to another religion, or tried to build a new religion from pieces sliced from other living faiths. They acknowledged their respective heritages, critiqued the metanarrative, and offered a new direction beginning on the established path upon which they stood. What I am suggesting is that today the model for New Thought churches going forward into the twenty-first century is better served by recognizing, as have the great reform movements on the past, that Unity is a descendent from earlier metanarratives. One can see this connection even from a casual reading of history. Unity as a Movement accepts that people of other faiths also have a connection to the divine, both within themselves and in the life and history of their religious traditions. As Unity people acknowledge these two ideas—its indebtedness to the cultural and intellectual heritage of Christianity and its openness to truth from whatever source is flows—we can see that the Unity movement is culturally Christian, spiritually unlimited.
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This is where postmodern thought can help Unity and all those who are rightly averse to the toxic fumes of Christian fundamentalism. By acknowledging that truth is not one but many, religious progressives are able to be faithfully Christian without intellectual compromise. I am able to call Jesus Christ my Lord and even my Savior (Greek, soter – deliverer, healer). Regardless of how differently other persons may understand those terms does not affect the truth they speak for me. It is those two words, for me, which frees postmodern Christianity from dogmatism while acknowledging the power of Jesus Christ in shaping individual consciousness.
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There is a kind of smug naiveté which comes from being information poor, and we are not immune to this tendency. Even original thinkers like Eric Butterworth—whom I greatly admire—can fall into this spiritual ego-trap when writing about Unity’s place in the family of Christian religions. Butterworth distinguishes between religion about Jesus and the religion of Jesus. He thought that all it took was to read the gospels “as they have been written” to get the pure, original meaning of the faith of Jesus. Coincidentally, this pure, original faith is exactly what Unity teaches.[22] Of course, the Jehovah Witnesses and Mormons and the Russian Orthodox Church and the Lutheran Church Missouri Synod all believe they are teaching the religion of Jesus while everyone else us merely following a man-made religion about Jesus. Again, postmodern theology comes to the rescue by reminding all players that no one has an exclusive claim on Jesus because every claim has self-authenticating validity for every person who accepts it. Lacking an objective place from which to adjudicate among the competing claims of various Christian traditions, the postmodernist is obliged to regard them as equal, or at least equally worthy of critical review. Historically speaking, the only person who ever really followed the religion of Jesus was Jesus himself, and as already noted, he was a Jew.

Critical Thought without Absolute Certainty
However, if one acknowledges the subjective nature of truth, what grounds does anyone have to evaluate the claims of any system of belief? One solution is that each person presents a subjective account of what works for him or her, clarifying what the presenter finds adaptive and maladaptive in contemporary thought. This person-centered point of view then dialogues with other subjective evaluations of truth, and through the process everyone refines and corrects his or her ideas in the light of new insights, all of which nevertheless remain individual and subjective.
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Postmodern Christianity describes a faith lacking finality in any theological view, regardless of how basic and essential it may appear. This does not preclude a belief in universal truth, merely that such belief must be understood as a faith position, which is itself subject to cultural influences. Furthermore, I would argue that Unity, viewed as a postmodern form of New Thought Christianity, can firmly hold to the belief in universal truths—e.g., God is One Presence and One Power—as long as Unity people are courageous enough and fully aware enough to acknowledge that even this idea is a subjective element in a culturally shaped worldview. I absolutely believe God is Absolute Good, even though I am absolutely sure there is no way to be absolutely sure of it. Perhaps that is why they call it faith.

The Challenge Continues
The challenge of postmodernism is that we must continue to explore religious practices and spiritual ideas while realizing that all our theologies are the products of our best understanding in the current slice of time. This can be an empowering insight, giving future generations the absolute mandate to critically evaluate everything we say and do and to find the truth that works for them in whatever universe they build from their consciousness. Education is a lifelong, perhaps eternity-long, process. As Charles Fillmore said in 1941, “The minister who thinks his education is complete when he leaves the theological seminary never becomes a great teacher of men.”[23]
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Today, sixty-seven years later, this footnote in Unity’s metanarrative would be amended to read: “….men or women…” The absolute uncertainty of postmodernism suggests the need to continue the discussion relentlessly. For those of us who love ideas, this is a very good thing, indeed.
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NOTES:
[1] Unsigned article, PBS website http://www.pbs.org/faithandreason/gengloss/postm-body.html (Accessed 10-30-08).
[2] Kevin J. Vanhoozer, ed., Cambridge Companion to Postmodern Theology (Cambridge, UK: 2003), 3.
[3] Ibid.
[4] Colin Powell, in Jason Linkins “Colin Powell Invokes the Image of a Fallen Soldier,” http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2008/10/19/colin-powell-invokes-imag_n_135977.html (Accessed 11-01-08)
[5] Perry Anderson, The Origins of Postmodernity, (NY: Verso Books, 1998), 24–27.
[6] Justin A. Irving and Karin Klenke, “Telos, Chronos, and Hermēneia: The Role of Metanarrative in Leadership Effectiveness through the Production of Meaning,” International Journal of Qualitative Methods 3 (3), September 2004, p. 11.
[7] Edward Scribner Ames, The Psychology of Religious Experience, (NY: Houghton Mifflin, 1910), 47. Old maxim in social science.
[8] PBS website http://www.pbs.org/faithandreason/gengloss/postm-body.html (Accessed 10-30-08).
[9] Ibid.
[10] Myrtle Page, unpublished letter to Charles Fillmore, dated September 1, 1878 (Source: Unity Archives).
[11] James Dillet Freeman, The Story of Unity, (Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1978), 170-171.
[12] Avery Cardinal Dulles, SJ, from a printed sign in the elevator at St. Paul School of Theology, Kansas City, MO. Referenced 10-30-08.
[13] Connie Fillmore, “An Idea Whose Time Has Come,” in Keys to the Kingdom booklet (Unity Village, MO: Unity publications,1990),5.
[14] http://www.unity.org/index.php?src=gendocs&ref=5%20Principles&category=About%20Us Accessed 10-17-08
[15] Lou Holtz, http://www.beliefnet.com/Inspiration/2006/09/Lou-Holtzs-Life-Lessons.aspx (Accessed 11-01-08).
[16] Charles Fillmore, Jesus Christ Heals (Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1939), 202.
[17] Paul Alan Laughlin, “Putting the Historical Jesus in His Place, Part I – A New Thought Christian Perspective,” The Fourth R, January-February 2006.
[18] Ibid.
[19] Mark 12:28-34, NRSV.
[20] Charlotte Shelton, quoted in Unity Monday Bulletin for 07-02-07, e-mail publication, Unity Village.
[21] Genesis 12:2, NRSV.
[22] Eric Butterworth, Discover the Power Within You (NY: HarperCollins, 1992), 14.
[23] Charles Fillmore and Cora Dedrick Fillmore, Teach Us to Pray, (Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1941), 162-163

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Selected Bibliography

Anderson, Perry. The Origins of Postmodernity. NY: Verso Books, 1998.
Butterworth, Eric. Discover the Power Within You. NY: HarperCollins, 1992.
Cady, H. Emilie. Lessons in Truth. Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1903.
Chidester, David. Christianity: A Global History. NY: HarperSanFrancisco, 2000.
Fillmore, Charles. Dynamics for Living. Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1967.
Fillmore, Charles and Cora Dedrick Fillmore. Teach Us to Pray. Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1941.
________. Jesus Christ Heals, 1939.
________. The Revealing Word, 1959.
Fillmore, Connie. “An Idea Whose Time Has Come,” in Keys to the Kingdom booklet. Unity Village, MO: Unity publications, 1990.
Freeman, James Dillet. The Story of Unity. Unity Village, MO: Unity Books, 1978.
Irving, Justin A. and Karin Klenke. “Telos, Chronos, and Hermēneia: The Role of Metanarrative in Leadership Effectiveness through the Production of Meaning.” International Journal of Qualitative Methods 3 (3), 09/04.
Laughlin, Paul Alan. “Putting the Historical Jesus in His Place, Part I – A New Thought Christian Perspective.” The Fourth R, January-February 2006.
McGiffert, Arthur Cushman. A History of Christian Thought, Vol. I. NY: Charles Scribner’s Sons, 1960.
Shepherd, Thomas W. Glimpses of Truth: Systematic Theology from a Metaphysical Christian Perspective. Miami, FL: UFBL Books, 2000.
Scribner, Edward Ames. The Psychology of Religious Experience. NY: Houghton Mifflin, 1910.
Vanhoozer, Kevin J. ed. Cambridge Companion to Postmodern Theology. Cambridge, UK, 2003.

Friday, November 07, 2008

Leaving the Kiddie Table

New Thought Christianity: Full Participation in Theological Adulthood

(From an e-mail Reply to one of my D.Min. advisors.)

Your comments are quite helpful; thank you for taking the time to think about this project and giving a measure of your wisdom about how to make it work better. My intentions in designing Lyceum and the Unity Institute Journal of Theology (UIJT) are twofold, and both purposes are frankly subversive.

First, “to produce an ongoing theological journal that can bring Unity into dialogue with the wider world of Christian thought.”

When contemplating this project (UIJT), the image of Thanksgiving dinner comes to mind. While the whole family gathers for the feast and shares a general blessing, adults often sit around a large table while the children with their specialized menu--no wine goblets, light on vegetables, de-crusted white bread, extra sweets--sit at an adjacent table with other kids. The kiddie table(s) might have mixed ages, some just old enough to hold a fork safely, others at the teen years along the leading edge of adulthood. While this latter age group is mortified to be with the little kids—teens often consider themselves more mature than their parents, let alone younger siblings—nevertheless, they still prefer the youth-friendly menu items and are not eager to sit beside Aunt Bertha, who will expect them to at least try her cheese-covered Brussels sprouts.

Okay, I had fun with that image. Not very theological, but I think it makes a point: When it comes to the wider Christian family, Unity is not unlike that fourteen year old at the kiddie table. We have a fairly sophisticated concept of ministry, a deep and powerful understanding of prayer and spirituality which is recognized world-wide through the publication of Daily Word magazine and the millions of calls annually to Silent Unity’s Telephone Prayer Ministry (TPM); we have a worldwide network of churches and study groups where people actually attend classes during the week (often organized on their own impetus) to pursue personal spiritual growth, and a history which traces its origins back through Emerson and Hegel to mystics and delightfully heretical thinkers like Meister Eckhart, Pelagius, and Origen. We have a whole art gallery of spiritual techniques, including centering prayer, affirmative prayer, Ignatian-style guided imagery, and meditation in the Silence. The problem with Unity in its current state is that less than one Unity minister in a hundred would understand those historical references and fewer still would have any idea about how to reflect theologically on what those teachers and mystics said. We are too savvy in the practice of spiritually to be this information poor about the ideas which support praxis. We need theology like a long-haul camel needs an Oasis.

To return to my original metaphor, I believe that Unity needs to grow up and move to the big people's table. I hope the Lyceum and UITJ will help us transition to full membership in the wider Christian community and the world of religious thought. When we move from the kiddie table to the adult dining room, we need to leave the picture books of pop-fad spirituality and grab a volume of Tillich, Moltmann, or Rosemary Radford Reuther.

Second, the window looks both ways. I also believe the wider world of religious thought has much to gain from embracing Unity as an adult member. (See above on spiritual gifts we have been sharing for over a century.) So, as well as subverting Unity’s self-imposed, extended adolescence by offering opportunities for theological dialogue with thinkers beyond what I call the New Thought compound, I see the possibility for Unity’s ideas to extend their influence into the wider community as these principles, beliefs, practices and insights are explored and expressed through the tools of theological inquiry.

Additional thought, not in the actual e-mail: The results of this two-way communication might truly change the world, one person at a time...

Saturday, October 18, 2008

Sarah and Hagar: Now This Is an Allegory

Reference Texts: Genesis 16:1-11; Galatians 4:22-28

On the Importance of the Ishmael Story to Metaphysical Interpretation

When thinking about the Hebrew Patriarchs, which people seldom do these days, probably one of the last persons to pop into mind would be Abraham’s first-born son, Ishmael. In fact, when I teach the Hebrew Scriptures, people sometimes wonder if Ishmael really was a patriarch. After all, he doesn’t make the New Testament; he’s AWOL from the list of heroes in Hebrews 11 and is certainly not listed in the genealogies of Jesus by either Matthew or Luke. Ishmael’s fifteen minutes of fame comes from the twenty by-name references to him in the Hebrew Bible, mostly in Genesis. Although fourteen years older than his half-brother Isaac, Ishmael is not fated to inherit Abraham’s wealth or position. Not surprisingly, Ishmael utters not a word of dialogue, and during in his greatest scene in Genesis 21, he is not even called by name.
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And God heard the voice of the boy; and the angel of God called to Hagar from heaven, and said to her, "What troubles you, Hagar? Do not be afraid; for God has heard the voice of the boy where he is. Come, lift up the boy and hold him fast with your hand, for I will make a great nation of him. [1]

("The boy"? That's racist, Lord!) Then, in the middle of the Abraham-Isaac story, Ishmael is discarded like a secondary character in a suspense thriller. We are sympathetic, but he’s expendable. Obviously, the biblical writers and editors needed to include Ishmael, but centuries later the Hebrew authors of Genesis were still not inclined to give him their blessing even if the story made the lad a sympathetic figure. As Abraham’s eldest son, Ishmael remained a threat to Isaac’s supremacy, despite the fact that these tales of national origins were clearly legendary.

This enigmatic patriarch has always intrigued me, especially because the Ishmael-Isaac rift lingers in headline news today. In this brief essay, I will explore the historical-critical significance of Ishmael and apply some of those insights to develop a metaphysical interpretation of the first Arab. As a by-product of the process, we'll see how Ishmael provides a biblical imprimatur for the practice of metaphysical interpretation of the scripture.

FIRSTBORN
Abram’s concern for his advancing years and Sarai’s aged bareness was more than a tale of two fruitless old people. In the ancient world, children were everything. They guaranteed the continuation of the bloodline, kept the family property from falling into the hands of strangers or the government, and provided the only possible shelter for old age and retirement. Having children also made it possible for artisans to pass on their skills to the next generation. In an era before public schools and trade unions, the importance for the wider community of this educative function within the family cannot be overestimated. If the village blacksmith had no sons, the next generation would have no blacksmiths.

Leadership in ancient social systems came almost exclusively from the descendents of the most powerful men in society. This was actually an efficient system to maintain public order before the rise of modern democratic governments. Without a clear line of succession, ambitious secondary players would vie for the top spot and often drag the community into bloodletting. At the highest levels, when a king failed to produce male offspring, it usually meant the most catastrophic upheaval a society can experience, civil war. Since Abram was the leader of his people, he needed to provide a successor before the cohesive unit he had forged dissolved with his demise. The Book of Genesis says that Abram was able to muster a raiding party of 318 fighting men from those “born in his house” to rescue his nephew Lot (Genesis 14:13-16). Since he had no children yet, these warriors must have come from the community of kinsmen and servants that formed around and traveled with Abram and Sarai. He needed to give them hope for a future.

Sarai offered her “Egyptian maid” Hagar as a surrogate mother to meet for Abram’s need for children. The practice sounds barbaric today, but concubines and female slaves were often held in large numbers to insure the lineage and provide amusement for powerful men. I Kings reports: “King Solomon loved many foreign women…among his wives were seven hundred princesses and three hundred concubines.” (11:1, 3) Regrettably, women were property in the ancient world, and only the senior-most female in a household wielded any power. Sarai was the first wife, whose duty was to produce an heir. She had failed, so she offered what was in her culture a legally and morally acceptable alternative in the person of her young slave woman, Hagar. The result was predictable. Hagar’s child grew strong and his father loved him, which hardly gave Sarai the kind of pseudo-parental comfort she had envisioned. Sooner or later—especially when her own son was born—Ishmael had to go.

This narrative provided a legendary framework for the continuing suspicion and conflict between Israelites and the people who eventually became known as Ishmaelites. Historically, the Interpreter’s Bible reports that the real Ishmaelites probably passed from the scene some time during the ninth century B.C.E. By the time Genesis was written, after Israel was an established Kingdom in the Holy Land, the term Ishmaelites had begun to mean the Bedouins, who were the likely descendents of that older, more obscure group. Today, most Arabs trace themselves back to their definitive Patriarch, Ishmael. [2]

LET’S GET METAPHYSICAL
The interesting thing about doing a metaphysical interpretation of Ishmael’s story is that it is the only tale in the biblical library specifically declared to be an allegory by another part of the Bible. In Galatians 4:22-24, Paul writes:

For it is written that Abraham had two sons, one by a slave woman and the other by a free woman. One, the child of the slave, was born according to the flesh; the other, the child of the free woman, was born through the promise. Now this is an allegory…[3]

From this quote we can surmise that allegorical interpretation has the explicit approval of at least one major player in the NT field. Paul’s interpretation of the story holds that Hagar’s child represents slavery, whereas Sarah’s son stands for freedom. He cleverly links the “freedom” of accepting the Christian gospel with the “slavery” to the spiritual conditions of “sin” and “death”, which he believed was rampant in the world. For Paul, not nationality but consciousness determines ones condition before God. While we might not accept his complete formula (i.e., his belief that those who are outside the Christian circle are slaves to sin), we can affirm the mechanism by which one becomes harmonized with the Divine. Thought and belief are required, not rituals like circumcision.

However, there are deeper understandings to be had when considering the Ishmael legend, which is the whole purpose of Metaphysical Interpretation. All characters, places, and events are symbolic of individual soul’s struggle to grow; they are benchmarks along the route to Christ consciousness. As the Apostle Paul said, they are best understood as allegories. Ironically, modern scholarship has given us better equipment to evaluate the content and context of the Bible than even Paul had, because today we understand the history and development of the biblical text better than the people who in isolation wrote the pieces which later became the Old and New Testaments. Outfitted with this toolbox, Metaphysical Interpretation digs for deeper meanings found below the surface of the biblical story.

We begin by looking at the names of the players. First, Abram and Sarai are the parental planners who engineer the boy’s appearance. Both receive name changes soon after, and names are highly important in understanding the deeper meaning of biblical passages, especially in the OT, which often self-consciously employs symbolism. In Mysteries of Genesis Charles Fillmore wrote: “The change in name always denotes a change in character so pronounced that the old name will no longer apply to the new person.” [4]

According to the Metaphysical Dictionary of the Bible, Abram means “Father of exaltation” which “is the name that the author of Genesis gave to the quality through which man has faith in the forces invisible.” [5] When he becomes Abra-ham this new name takes on dual meaning: “Father (source, founder) of a multitude” and “the power of the mind to reproduce its ideas in unlimited expression.” [6] The following are from interpretative statements that Charles Fillmore wrote:

The new name, Abraham, “father of a multitude,” when we apply it individually means that our faith is to be expressed by bringing the multitude of our thoughts into the realm of Spirit and under the guidance of the Christ. [7]

Abraham is also linked to the faith faculty.
Abraham represents faith, the first great faculty developed or “called out” by man in the unfoldment of his spiritual nature or Christ Mind. Faith is that faculty by which we know God as omnipresent Spirit substance…Abraham represents faith in its early establishment in consciousness, and his life portrays different movements of this faculty on the various planes of action in man’s being. [8]

When considering the Sarai/Sarah name change, we discover a profound transformation in consciousness; Sarai means “bitter, contentious, dominative, quarrelsome”; but her new name, Sarah, is Hebrew for “princess, noble woman, noble lady”. [9]

In spiritual symbology woman represents the soul or intuitive part of man. Sarah is the higher phase of the soul. In Sarai the soul is contending for its rightful place in consciousness…[10]

Sarah’s maidservant, occupies an interesting place in Metaphysical Interpretation. Although the victim of Sarai’s bitterness, Hagar was not entirely helpless. After all, she had given birth to the heir of Abram, the leader. This position made her feel somewhat secure, and the triumphant Hagar began to become what later ages will call “uppity” in the face of her mistress. A close examination of the meaning of her name shows how ill-fated this tactic would be. Hagar means “flight, to flee one’s country, fugitive, wanderer, stranger”. [11]

Mr. Fillmore tries to justify Sarah’s mistreatment of her slave by seizing on the scene where Hagar’s son was “mocking” the newborn child of Sarah, but this wording in the KJV is translated “playing with” in the NRSV. [12] This mistake was probably unavoidable since the KJV was the only translation widely available to Fillmore, however a much more compatible picture arises with the better wording: the natural child “plays” with the child of spiritual promise, just as human passions when properly harmonized with spiritual principles can result in a balanced, holistic approach to life. Twice ill-treatment at the hands of her mistress drives Hagar into the wilderness, which metaphysically can stand for the “multitude of undisciplined and uncultivated thoughts,”[13] and both times she hears the voice of God amid her despair.

That Hagar “hears” God is significant in relationship to the name of her son. Ishmael, half-African child of Abraham and Hagar the Egyptian, means “who God hears, understanding of God, whom God understands, who is obedient to God”. This last definition ("who is obedient to God") is especially fascinating when we consider that Ishmael is the legendary father of the Arabs, most of whom today are Muslim, which means in Arabic “one who surrenders” to the will of God. [14] The African connection in Ishmael’s line is reinforced when we read that “his mother got a wife for him from the land of Egypt.” [15]

Unfortunately, the implicit racism of this story is reinforced by Charles Fillmore himself. He wrote: “Egypt signifies the darkness of ignorance, obscurity…flesh consciousness, sense consciousness, or material consciousness.”[16] One could argue that the consciousness of racism works so insidiously that people often fall into the error-belief of racial superiority/inferiority and are unaware of its ugliness until the hateful period has passed. Even people of high spiritual consciousness are susceptible to the dehumanizing tendencies of their age, but that does not excuse the offense of racism against God's One Presence and the Christ-within. Racism is an attempt to negate the central divine Truth that All are One in God, and therefore by the definition of Unity teachers like the late Ed Rabel, it is the very outpicturing of sin itself. Very few people on earth could look Jesus Christ in the eye and proclaim they have never had a prejudiced thought, or have never felt the stirrings of discomfort when encoutering people of other races, religions, cultures, and language groups. We shall overcome, but we aren't there yet.

Another, kinder interpretation of Egypt might be to see it as representing the best that humans can achieve without a fuller understanding of the divine potential within them. Thus, when the “human” Hagar produces a child who achieves recognition by God as the father of a great nation, we can see this as symbolic of the soul’s struggle to know Truth, and the hope that all paths lead to Christ consciousness. Fillmore seems to allow this kind of possibility when he defines metaphysically the Egyptians as “thoughts that pertain to the subjective consciousness in its unawakened state”, [17] although I would have preferred a similar interpretative generosity about Egypt itself.

This final player is Isaac, whose name means “laughter” and, according to the MBD, stands for “Divine Sonship”. [18] Isaac, who was offered as a blood sacrifice by Abraham until prevented by God from carrying out the gruesome ritual, is a prefigure of Jesus Christ, whom some Christian authors say was offered as a sacrifice for all humanity.

METAPHYSICAL INTERPRETATION
The elements of the story are now in place. If we operate under the Fillmorean premise that all events, people, and places are symbolic of the soul’s growth, we can draw the following allegorical conclusions about the Ishmael legends. The Faith faculty in us (Abram) can become impatient for demonstration, especially if we allow our contentious thoughts (Sarai) to challenge our trust in Truth principles. We take the easy way out and flee to Hagar for a quick fix, believing we must solve the problem ourselves because God is not trustworthy. When these uninspired but well-intentioned actions produce results (the child), we can still hear (Ishmael) the Truth if we abandon our reliance on things in the outer world and go into wilderness of our inner, undisciplined thoughts and be calmed by listening for the voice of God. The children of our human nature and the children of our spiritual nature will both father great multitudes of demonstrations in the outer and spiritual enlightenment in the inner life. The outer man must be brought to a point where he becomes obedient to the voice of Spirit within, and the inner man must learn to liberate his joy for life (Isaac) by trusting in the Faith faculty (Abraham).

VALUE OF METAPHYSICAL INTERPRETATION
This ancient method of discovering allegories in the plain meaning of the text continues to be an excellent way to explore the depths of Scriptural Truth. While, hopefully, no one would pretend that the interpretation given above was what the authors/editors of Genesis intended to say when they recorded the Ishmael legends, certainly the elements of this elucidation are present in the words of the text.

Since the Apostle Paul practiced allegorical interpretation, one can scarcely be criticized for taking up the tools of the trade and applying them to the same texts. Through working on its allegorical meaning—even though he arrived at conclusions most of us find suspect--St. Paul nevertheless validated the methodology of Metaphysical Interpretation. Therefore, Ishmael must be consider the cardinal patriarchical legend in the biblical library for New Thought Christianity.

This is the importance of the Ishmael story to Metaphysical Interpretation.

Biblical Texts:

GENESIS 16:1-11
1 Now Sarai, Abram's wife, bore him no children. She had an Egyptian slave-girl whose name was Hagar, 2 and Sarai said to Abram, "You see that the Lord has prevented me from bearing children; go in to my slave-girl; it may be that I shall obtain children by her." And Abram listened to the voice of Sarai.
3 So, after Abram had lived ten years in the land of Canaan, Sarai, Abram's wife, took Hagar the Egyptian, her slave-girl, and gave her to her husband Abram as a wife. 4 He went in to Hagar, and she conceived; and when she saw that she had conceived, she looked with contempt on her mistress.
5 Then Sarai said to Abram, "May the wrong done to me be on you! I gave my slave-girl to your embrace, and when she saw that she had conceived, she looked on me with contempt. May the Lord judge between you and me!"
6 But Abram said to Sarai, "Your slave-girl is in your power; do to her as you please." Then Sarai dealt harshly with her, and she ran away from her.
7 The angel of the Lord found her by a spring of water in the wilderness, the spring on the way to Shur. 8 And he said, "Hagar, slave-girl of Sarai, where have you come from and where are you going?"
She said, "I am running away from my mistress Sarai."
9 The angel of the Lord said to her, "Return to your mistress, and submit to her." 10 The angel of the Lord also said to her, "I will so greatly multiply your offspring that they cannot be counted for multitude." 11 And the angel of the Lord said to her, "Now you have conceived and shall bear a son; you shall call him Ishmael, for the Lord has given heed to your affliction.”

PAUL'S LETTER TO THE GALATIANS 4:22-28
22 For it is written that Abraham had two sons, one by a slave woman and the other by a free woman. 23 One, the child of the slave, was born according to the flesh; the other, the child of the free woman, was born through the promise.

24 Now this is an allegory: these women are two covenants. One woman, in fact, is Hagar, from Mount Sinai, bearing children for slavery. 25 Now Hagar is Mount Sinai in Arabia and corresponds to the present Jerusalem, for she is in slavery with her children. 26 But the other woman corresponds to the Jerusalem above; she is free, and she is our mother. 27 For it is written, "Rejoice, you childless one, you who bear no children, burst into song and shout, you who endure no birth pangs; for the children of the desolate woman are more numerous than the children of the one who is married." 28 Now you, my friends, are children of the promise, like Isaac.



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NOTES:
1. Genesis 21:17-18, NRSV.
2. Cuthbert A. Simpson, “Introduction and Exegesis of Genesis” in The Interpreter’s Bible, Volume I, George Buttrick, ed. (Nashville, TN: Abingdon Press, 1978), 663.
3. Galatians 4:22-24, NRSV.
4. MG, 151.
5. MBD,18
6. Ibid., 17.
7. MG, 151.
8. Ibid., 116.
9. MBD, 573.
10. MG, 155.
11. MBD, 247.
12. Genesis 21:913, NRSV: “But Sarah saw the son of Hagar the Egyptian, whom she had borne to Abraham, playing with her son Isaac. So she said to Abraham, ‘Cast out this slave woman with her son; for the son of this slave woman shall not inherit along with my son Isaac.‘”
13. MBD, 677.
14. Keith Crim, ed., The Dictionary of World Religions (NY: HarperCollins, 1989), 508.
15. Genesis 21:21, NRSV.
16. MBD, 183.
17. Ibid., 184.
18, Ibid., 299.