Wednesday, October 10, 2012

The Legacy of Lust

 “I polluted my life with the sewage of lust.”

—Augustine

The last chapters of 2 Samuel are a doleful chronicle of David’s affair with Bathsheba and the subsequent deterioration of his family. The record is presented in chronological sequence and the incidents are related by cause and effect. Wrong follows wrong like the tolling of a bell.

In the midst of this narration a horrific rape takes place—the violation of Tamar, David’s daughter by her half–brother Amnon (2 Samuel 13:1–22). It is a lurid portrayal of the effects of lust and stands as a vivid example of the ease with which it can pollute our bodies and ruin the lives of others.

Pascal pointed out that we have two problems: pride and lust. Pride makes us think we can find answers to life by ourselves and lust makes us look for answers in all the wrong things and in all the wrong places. Amnon’s story amply illustrates Pascal’s dictum.

The principal characters are Absalom, Tamar and Amnon. Absalom and Tamar were brother and sister, the children of Maacah, one of David’s wives. According to rabbinical tradition Tamar was the older of the two. The text says pointedly that she was a very beautiful woman.
Amnon, the third person in the story, was David’s first–born, the son of Ahinoam, another of David’s wives and thus Tamar’s half–brother.

“In the course of time,” we’re told, “Amnon…fell in love with Tamar.” It wasn’t love. It was lust. And with Tamar it was nothing doing.

Tamar was, as the text puts it, “a virgin”—a chaste young woman and therefore Amnon couldn’t “do anything to her.” He made himself sick lusting after her because she was “impossible.” She was, with Shulamite of Song of Songs fame, “a closed garden, walled all around.” 

Amnon had a friend named Jonadab son of Shimeah, David’s brother. (With a friend like that Amnon needed no enemies.) Jonadab was a very shrewd man. He asked Amnon, “Why do you, the king's son, look so haggard morning after morning? Won’t you tell me?”

Amnon told Jonadab of his yearnings for his sister, whereupon Jonadab proffered a scheme: “Go to bed and pretend to be ill. When your father comes to see you, say to him, ‘I would like my sister Tamar to come and give me something to eat. Let her prepare the food in my sight so that I may watch her and then eat it from her hand.’”

So Amnon did as he was told: he pretended to be ill and asked his father, the king, to send his sister Tamar to feed him by hand. David indulged him compelling his daughter, the princess, to go to Amnon’s house, prepare a meal and feed it to him.

She went with some reluctance, it seems. She was, after all, a princess and the job she was assigned was beneath her. Also, she must have had some inkling of Amnon’s intentions. Men always signal their lust in some way.

Nevertheless, she did not disobey the king. She gathered up her cooking utensils and went to Amnon’s house. She wisely stayed outside his bedroom—within sight but not in his bed chamber—baked a couple of pancakes and “shook them out” for him as the Hebrew text indicates. (Do we detect a note of petulance here?)

Amnon refused to eat and sent everyone out of the room. Then he commanded Tamar to bring the food into his bedroom so she could feed him by hand. But when she got close enough, he grabbed her and said, “Get in bed with me, my sister.”

“Don’t do this, my brother. Don’t force me. Such a thing should not be done in Israel! Don’t do this wicked thing,” she begs, using a word for wickedness that in Hebrew refers to acts that only unbelievers would do. Immorality may be acceptable among the Canaanites but not for God’s men.
What about me? “ she cries, “Where could I get rid of my disgrace? And what about you? You would be like one of the wicked fools in Israel. Please speak to the king; he will not keep me from being married to you. But he refused to listen to her, and since he was stronger than she, he raped her.”

Then, “Amnon hated her with intense hatred. In fact, he hated her more than he had loved her.” And he said to her,  “Get out of here!” “No,” she cried, “Sending me away would be a greater wrong than what you have already done to me.” To throw her out would further disgrace her, making it seem that she had seduced him.

But Amnon’s own shame overwhelmed him. He could not listen to her. He called his personal servant and told him to throw her out: “Get this woman out of here and bolt the door after her.”
Our English versions don’t and perhaps can’t capture the deep contempt expressed in the Hebrew text. The phrase “this woman” is simply “this!” referring to a thing and not to a person. This dehumanizing demonstrative is follow in the Hebrew text with a contemptuous expression, me’alai, used to dismiss those whose presence is offensive and obnoxious.

Odd, isn’t it, how quickly lust turns into revulsion. One rabbinical commentary notes that Amnon simply “projected on to Tamar the hatred which, now that the fever had left his blood, he felt for himself.” There’s wisdom in those words. Lust defiles us and we project that defilement onto others.
Shakespeare makes the same point in one of his sonnets,

Th’ expense of spirit in a waste of shame
Is lust in action, and till action, lust
Is perjur’d, murd’rous, bloody, full of blame,
Savage, extreme, rude, cruel, not to trust,
Enjoy’d no sooner but despised straight,
Past reason hunted, and no sooner had,
Past reason hated as a swallowed bait
On purpose laid to make the taker mad. . .

            —Sonnet 129, 1—8

Shakespeare breaks lust down into its “before” and “after” components and concludes that lust leads to actions that deplete us of “spirit” and then to shame and self–loathing. It’s that blame that we redirect at others. We despise ourselves and detest the objects of our lust.

So, at Amnon’s directive, Amnon’s servant threw Tamar out and locked her out, even though “she was wearing a richly ornamented robe, for this was the kind of garment the virgin daughters of the king wore.” In other words, though she was a princess he treated her like a tramp. Tamar went out weeping aloud, shamed and broken, her life entirely ruined.

Her brother Absalom said to her, “Has that Amnon, your brother, been with you? (He uses a diminutive form of his half–brother’s name, “Aminon,” to express his contempt for this “little man.”) Be quiet now, my sister; he is your brother. Absalom’s primary concern was to keep the scandal quiet lest it bring reproach on the family. Absalom, it must be said, is revealed in scripture as an utterly self–centered man, dominated by selfish ambition.

He speaks in character when he dismisses her heartbreak with a curt, “Don’t take this thing to heart,” and then moves on to his own agenda—revenge. Absalom did, however, provide a home for Tamar: she “lived in her brother Absalom’s house,” but she lived “a desolate woman.” Though she later married, her life was ruined.

When King David heard about the rape of his daughter “he was furious, but he did nothing.” The Septuagint adds, “He did not trouble the spirit of Amnon his son because he loved him.” I wonder. Perhaps he remembered his own virtual rape of Bathsheba and was paralyzed by guilt. Conscience, as they say, makes cowards of us all. 

Absalom also did nothing for a time, but his brooding hated of Amnon grew with every passing day. He bided his time and two years later he killed him an act of treachery for which David banished him, but that’s another story.

A lesson to be learned

Unbridled sexual passion brings ruin to us and to others. Unless it is checked it will work tragic loss. We have to deal with it.

The way to begin is to confess your trust in God and make a vow—as the patriarch Job did:  “I made a covenant with my eyes not to look lustfully at a girl” (Job 31:1-4).
Make a covenant; write it down; give it to a safe friend; stick it on your shaving mirror; tack it on your wall; type it into your computer and back it up.

Then trust God to carry you through because otherwise your vow will go right out the window. “To promise not to do a thing is the surest way in the world to make a body want to go and do that very thing,” Mark Twain discovered. Unaided effort never lasts.

God takes our pledges seriously because he sees the intent of our hearts, but he knows they’re short–lived. He has a way of seeing to it that they come true. Take, for example, his covenant with Abraham.
Abraham was an moon–worshipping Chaldean when God called him out of Ur and sent him off to Canaan. “I will make you a great nation,” God promised, “and I will bless you; I will make your name great, and you will be a blessing. I will bless those who bless you; and whoever curses you I will curse; and all peoples on the earth will be blessed through you” (Genesis 12:2,3). “Now you go out and be a blessing,” he said.

God then wrote a contract with Abraham: He said, “Bring a heifer, a goat and a ram, each three years old, along with a dove and a young pigeon”.  Abraham brought all these and “cut them in two and arranged the halves opposite each other” (Genesis 15:11).

That’s the way contracts were made in those days—they were “cut” as the Hebrew idiom puts it. Animals were killed and cut apart and the partners to the contract walked together between the two halves of the dead animals to seal it. No one knows exactly why it was done that way, but the covenant was as binding as any contract we make today.

Abraham did what he was told: he killed and arranged the animals and waited… and waited…and waited. But God didn't show. Finally, “as the sun was setting, Abraham fell into a deep sleep…a smoking fire pot with a blazing torch (symbols of God's presence) appeared and passed between the pieces. On that day the Lord made a covenant with Abraham” (15:17).

God put Abraham to sleep and then walked between the animals. He negotiated the contract alone.  Abraham had nothing to do but believe.

That’s the way it is with God. We make deals with him to do better, but he knows the failings of our flesh. He alone will see to it that the agreement is kept. We vow, but everything depends upon him.

It’s all in your mind

The next step in overcoming lust is to ask the Holy Spirit to purify our thoughts. As sin originates in the mind so the solution originates there.

Our predominant thoughts determine our ultimate actions. Everything comes out of the mind: “The good man brings good things out of the good stored up in him, and the evil man brings evil things out of the evil stored up in him” (Matthew 12:34,35). Or, as the old proverb has it, “As a man thinks in his heart so is he” —all of which means that we must do something with our thoughts.

Sexually stimulating images abound in our world—impressions that prompt instantaneous, spontaneous sexual reactions. It’s impossible to evade them. Even when we do, our memories conjure them up. As the old woman in one of Aesop’s fables reminisced, “Ah, what memories cling ‘round the instruments of our pleasure.”

Simon Stylites, an early Christian monk, spent several years of his life perched on top of a fifty–foot pole to avoid the temptations of the flesh. It was a well–meant but meaningless exercise. He was tormented at night by mental images of dancing girls. C’est la vie!

Initial sexual arousal is not sin; it is temptation to sin.  I find it important to say that again and again because many are guilt–ridden by reactions over which they have no control. It’s impossible to avoid the initial reaction to sexual stimuli. Libido is part of our God–given make–up and God doesn’t condemn us when it’s awakened. That’s the way he has wired us.

We will be stimulated through the day, but we can respond to all stimuli by slowing down our thought processes before they become sin. A sexual thought only becomes sin when we bring it into sharper focus, fix on it, imagine it, reflect on it, fantasize about it.

We have sinned only when we have looked at a woman “in order to lust after her.” Martin Luther pointed out to his young men that we cannot stop birds from flying over our heads but we can keep them from building nests in our hair. Here’s where our imaginations come into play. We must have grace to frustrate the thought before it grows into sin.

“Grace” is exactly the right word, because our only course is to turn our thoughts toward God and yield them up to him. Another way of stating the process is to turn temptation into prayer, thanking God for the gift of beauty, giving him the praise for all the lovely things he has created, turning our thoughts into intercession for the woman who captured our attention—that God will protect her from harm and fill her life with beauty of soul and spirit. Prayer changes us: it converts primal lust into a purer love.

Sexuality and spirituality

But perhaps, of all means, the pursuit of God serves best to quiet our more insistent sexual drives. Worship and adoration of Christ sublimates our other passions and begins to subdue them. There’s a close relationship between human sexuality and spirituality. Charles Williams observed, “Sensuality and sanctity are so closely intertwined that our motives in some cases can hardly be separated until the tares are gathered out of the wheat by heavenly wit.”

Sexual passion is in some small way a small representation of our spiritual passion for God, our urge to merge with him. Devotion to Christ serves to assuage our other passions.
Jesus said we cannot serve two masters; one or the other will dominate us. Uncontrolled sexual passions quell our love for God, whereas love for God diminishes lust’s power.
John Donne wrote,

Take me to You, imprison me, for  I—
Except You enthrall me—never shall be free,
Nor ever chaste, except you ravish me.

DHR
           

Sunday, September 30, 2012



Reasons

"The heart has reasons that reason does not have."
-Blaise Pascal

In general, we do not jettison our faith because we’ve encountered incontrovertible evidence against it. We set it aside for moral reasons.

I think of young friends who have moved away from home to a less restrictive environment and have begun to experience a new morality and consequent feelings of guilt. In time, they encounter a friend, professor or fellow-student who imparts his or her unbelief and gives them a rationale to quiet their conscience. Unbelief becomes an attractive option because it releases the tension between what they know in their hearts to be true and what they want to do. (We like to think of ourselves as rational beings, but in truth we're largely driven by passion and then must rationalize our actions.)

Listen to this admission by Aldous Huxley, one of the most influential philosophers of the 20th century. “I had motives for not wanting the world to have meaning; consequently assumed it had none, and was able without any difficulty to find satisfying reasons for this assumption. The philosopher who finds no meaning in the world is not concerned exclusively with a problem in pure metaphysics; he is also concerned to prove there is no valid reason why he personally should not do as he wants to do... For myself, as no doubt for most of my contemporaries, the philosophy of meaninglessness was essentially an instrument of liberation. The liberation we desired was simultaneously liberation from a certain political and economic system and liberation from a certain system of morality. We objected to the morality because it interfered with our sexual freedom."[1]

I’ve observed this phenomenon for many years now and it’s been reinforced by countless conversations with men and women who argue cogently and vigorously against the faith, or certain aspects of the faith, and marshal their objections brilliantly. I listen and try to respond with kindness and persuasion, but it always seems to me that they protest too much and I actually feel like saying (though I have rarely done so) “And who are you sleeping with these days?”

An oversimplification? I don’t think so. Paul argues that unbelief is the final link in a chain that begins when we harden our heart against the witness of our conscience (Ephesians 4:17,18).[2]

C. S. Lewis put a fine point on it: "What you see and what you hear depends a good deal on where you are standing. It also depends on what sort of person you are." Put another way, we don't see things as they are. We see things as we are. It's the pure in heart that see God.

DHR


[1] Aldous Huxley, "Confessions of a Professed Atheist," Report: Perspective on the News, Vol. 3, June, 1966, p.19.
[2] Similarly, Israel’s poet insists that unbelief is the product of moral declension and not rational argument: “The fool has said in his heart there is no God” (Psalm 54:1). Here, the writer selects a specialized word for “fool” that refers not to an ignoramus, but to someone who has turned his face away from the moral law and who then becomes a practical atheist, i.e., he behaves as though God does not exist and his moral will has not been revealed.

Friday, September 14, 2012


REST


“There is no music in a rest, but there is the making of music in it.”

—John Ruskin

God writes the score; that’s his part. Our part is to sing along—warbling, harmonizing, humming...

Singing is stirring and rhapsodic. The hardest measures are those nagging interludes when our voice is missing: when we’re set aside by illness, resignation or retirement, when for a time God says to us, “Be still.” It may seem to us that our performance is over, that we’ve come to the end of our song.

If we allow ourselves to be overwhelmed with inactivity it will fret us no end and cause us to focus on the defects in us, in every person and in every place. But if we know that the rest is God’s will we’ll be at peace

The Great Conductor is counting time with precision. There’s more to the arrangement than we know. If we keep our eyes on him in his good time he’ll give us the nod and we can chime in again.

In the meantime enjoy the rest. The quiet times are opportunities to compose our souls and ready our selves for the measures that lie ahead. Rest is not an oversight or an omission, but an essential part of the symphony God has written for us in eternity that he’s conducting every day.
        
DHR

Wednesday, August 29, 2012


Hark, Hark the Dogs Do Bark

“At evening they return, they growl like a dog...” (Psalm 59:6,14)

Many years ago,, when I was a college student, my father and I hiked through a portion of the Big Bend country of Texas. The Big Bend is a national park now, but in those days it was rough country.

One night we were rolling out our sleeping bags when a couple with a dog asked if they could camp nearby.  We welcomed their company and turned in for the night. They tethered their dog to a stake beside their tent.

Some hours later my father nudged me awake and turned his flashlight into the darkness. There, illuminated by the light, we saw pairs of luminous, yellow eyes peering out of the shadows. We were surrounded by a pack of coyotes, some sitting on their haunches staring at the dog; others snapping and snarling, closing in on the terrified animal.  Needless to say, though we chased off the coyotes and our neighbors put the dog in their tent, we all slept less well that night.

I think of that incident now and then when I read Psalm 59 and David’s twice-repeated imagery: “At evening they return, they growl like a dog.”

David, of course, was thinking of Saul and his armies that were closing in on him. I think, however, of our own thoughts that return in the evening to menace us. “Back they come at nightfall, snarling like curs” (NJB). They snap and snarl at us:  “You’re defective.” “You’re stupid.” “You’re a failure.” “You’re old and useless.” “Who needs you?”

At that moment we can panic or turn our hearts to heaven and revel in God’s unconditional affection. He wants us! He needs us! He loves us beyond measure. His steady devotion is our refuge in the dark night of self-doubt and fear (vs. 16). We can say with David, “My stronghold is God, the God who loves me faithfully!” (vs. 17 NJB).

So, in the hour of darkness, when cruel thoughts creep out of the shadows to threaten you, “Keep yourself in the love of God” (Jude 21).

DHR

Monday, August 27, 2012


The Last Chapter

“Let your moderation be known to all men; the Lord is at hand.” (Philippians 4:5)

I have a friend who reads the last chapter first when she starts a new thriller.  “Takes the anxiety out of reading,” she claims. So with us: If we know the end of the story, we can be centers of peace in the midst of utter chaos, calm in the face of disaster. 

Paul calls that attitude, “moderation”—a term that’s difficult to translate into English, but one that implies “peace under pressure.” It refers to the calm and deliberate strength with which we meet the disquieting circumstances of our days. Kingdoms may fall, friends and spouses may falter, churches may fold, the “wrong” party may win the next election, oceans may rise and mountains may crumble, but we can be at peace.

And how do we maintain such composure? By remembering that, “the Lord is at hand,” standing just outside the door. At any moment (perhaps today) our Lord will burst through the door and turn everything that's wrong right side up. Then this world and all its troubles will become the kingdom of our Lord, and “the earth will be filled with the knowledge of the glory of the Lord, as the waters cover the sea.” 

Jesus said it could happen very soon! Today could be the day! It’s the very last thing he said, in the very last chapter of his book (Revelation 22:20).  

There’s an old saying: “If you can keep your head when others are losing theirs, you don’t understand the situation.” There’s another saying that’s equally true: “If you can keep your head when others are losing theirs, you do understand the situation.” You’ve read the last chapter in the book!

DHR

Thursday, August 16, 2012

The World’s Last Night

“What if this present were the world's last night?”

—John Donne

The Owyhee Avalanche, May 4, 1867, carried this report: “James Fraser was shot and killed by Indians last Friday evening between sunset and dark.” Fraser was a prospector working a gulch below Wagontown in the Owyhee Mountains of Idaho, closing in on pay dirt. He didn’t plan to die that day…but he did.

You never know…

Death “meets us everywhere and enters in at many doors,” Jeremy Taylor wrote. “It enters by the fall of a chariot and the stumbling at a stone; by a full meal or an empty stomach; by watching at the wine or by watching at prayers; by the sun or the moon; by a heat or a cold; by sleepless nights or sleeping days; by water frozen into the hardness and sharpness of a dagger, or water thawed into the floods of a river; by a hair or a raisin; by violent motion or sitting still; by severity or (slow) dissolution; by everything in nature and everything in chance.”

Peter agrees: “The end of all things is near.” This may indeed be the world’s last night—at least for me. I may go to God this day, or he may come for me.

That said, I ask myself: How should I invest the time that I have left? What activities and attitudes should fill my final hours? Is there some magnificent gesture, some grand and glorious performance to mark the end of my days?  Peter supplies the answer.


The end of all things is at hand; therefore (1) be serious and watchful in your prayers.  (2) And above all things have fervent love for one another, for “love will cover a multitude of sins.” (3) Be hospitable to one another without grumbling.  (4) As each one has received a gift, minister it to one another, as good stewards of the manifold grace of God.  If anyone speaks, let him speak as the oracles of God. If anyone ministers, let him do it as with the ability which God supplies, that in all things God may be glorified through Jesus Christ, to whom belong the glory and the dominion forever and ever. Amen (1 Peter 4:7-11).

First off, I must be a praying man (4:7). Prayer is my access to God, the way by which I stay in touch with him. It’s not so much that prayer moves God, but that it moves me, aligns me more closely with what he is doing, and conforms me to his will. I must bring sobriety to prayer, Peter tells me. It’s not that prayer should be joyless, for it can be whimsical, light–hearted, musical, full of mirth. No, what Peter inveighs against is superficiality. I must take seriously the need to fill my days with prayer for that is the secret of a useful life, the means by which God can fill me and use me for the highest good. Without prayer I will accomplish nothing.

I must be a loving man. I must love with great care and determination, “for love covers a multitude of sins” (4:8). Love and forgiveness mark me as God’s child and remind others of his love. “No one can see God,” John said, but they can see me. Perhaps I can do nothing for a difficult neighbor, a struggling brother, a suffering friend, but I can love. A smile, a note, a kind word, a prayer, a brief touch can the greatest thing in the world, when offered in love. And even when my journey leads into illness, weakness and infirmed old age my work can be in loving, which in the end will be my greatest gift to God and to others.

I must be a gracious man, “giving hospitality to others without complaining” (4:9). I can open my home and my heart to those in need; I can be available to anyone who happens to comes my way, for I would never know the right people to invite. “Who is my neighbor?” I ask. Jesus answers: the next needy person I meet. I must keep my home and heart open to others and welcome all comers.

I must be a serving man, “faithfully administering God’s grace in its various forms” (4:10). The gifts I have been given and the work I am called to do are from one mind. The God who made me made my path. For whatever days God gives me I must put into practice his special design and purpose for me so I may live in loving service to him and to others.

And finally, I must do all things “with the strength God provides” (4:11). God must put into me all that he wants to take out of me. I am nothing; He is everything. To him be the glory—not me.

Prayer, love, hospitality and humble service. How simple and how satisfying—to do these things as the last things; to do them lovingly, faithfully, patiently this day and the next day and the next day—and thus the last day will take care of itself.

It’s never too late to get started. “I must begin today!”[1]

DHR


[1] A phrase John Wesley’s often quoted to himself.

Monday, August 13, 2012


 Aslan’s Tears

“Jesus wept.” —John 11:35

Digory, standing before the great lion, Aslan, remembered his terminally ill Mother. A lump came to his throat and tears to his eyes, and he blurted out, “But please, please—won’t you—can’t you give me something that will cure Mother?”

Up till then he had been looking at the Lion’s great feet and the huge claws on them; now, in his despair, he looked up at its face. What he saw surprised him as much as anything in his whole life. For the tawny face was bent down near his own and (wonder of wonders) great shining tears stood in the Lion’s eyes. They were such big, bright tears compared with Digory’s own that for a moment he felt as if the Lion must really be sorrier about his Mother than he was himself. 'My son, my son,' said Asian. 'I know. Grief is great. Only you and I in this land know that yet. Let us be good to one another.'"[1]

I think of Jesus' tears at Lazarus' grave. He “sobbed.” True, he wept for Lazarus, but he also wept for Mary and Martha and their grief, as he weeps for yours. Grief is great. Aslan knows. He will be good to you.

And, lest we forget, everyone we meet today has his or her share of grief to bear. Grief is great. Let us be good to one another.

DHR


[1] C. S. Lewis’ The Magician's Nephew

Going and Not Knowing

"By faith Abraham obeyed when he was called to go out to a place that he was to receive as an inheritance. And he went out, not knowing...