Thursday, October 11, 2012

Some Words on Suffering

Okay, so this blog post is not words from me, but they are words sent to us by Paul Robinson, the director of the HNGR program, and I found them to be really thought-provoking and applicable to a lot of the things I have been seeing and thinking about. They come from a book People of the Lie by Scott Peck.


Perhaps the greatest problem of theodicy is the question why God, having created Satan in the first place, didn't simply wipe it out after its rebellion. The question presupposes that God could wipe anything out. It assumes that God can punish and kill. Perhaps the answer is that God gave Satan free will and that God cannot destroy; He can only create.

The point is that God does not punish. To create us in his image, God gave us free will...Yet to give us free will God had to forswear the use of force against us. We do not have free will when there is a gun pointed at our back. It is not necessarily that God lacks the power to destroy us, to punish us, but that in His love for us He has painfully and terribly chosen never to use it. In agony He must stand by and let us be. He intervenes only to help, never to hurt. The Christian God is a God of restraint. Having forsworn the use of power against us, if we refuse His help, He has no recourse but, weeping, to watch us punish ourselves.

The point is unclear in the Old Testament. There God is depicted as punitive. But it begins to become clear with Christ. In Christ, God Himself impotently suffered death at the hands of human evil. He did not raise a finger against His persecutors. Thereafter in the New Testament we hear echoes of the punitive Old Testament God, one way or another, saying that the 'wicked will get what's coming to them.' But these are only echoes; a punishing God does not enter the picture ever again. While many nominal Christians still today envision their God as a giant cop in the sky, the reality of Christian doctrine is that God has forever eschewed police power.

Of the Holocaust as well as of lesser evils, it is often asked, 'How could a loving God allow such a thing to happen?' It is a bleeding, brutal question. The Christian answer may not suit our tastes, but it is hardly ambiguous. Having forsaken force, God is [powerless] to prevent the atrocities that we commit one upon another. He can only continue to grieve with us. He will offer us Himself in all His wisdom, but He cannot make us choose to abide with Him. 

...It may seem to us that we are doomed by this strange God who reigns in weakness. But there is a dénouement to Christian doctrine: God in His weakness will win the battle against evil.  In fact, the battle is already won.  The resurrection symbolizes not only that Christ overcame the evil of His day two millennia ago but that He overcame it for all time. Christ impotently nailed upon the cross is God's ultimate weapon..  
pages 204-205
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...we are all in combat against evil. In the heat of the fray it is tempting to take hold of some seemingly simple solution - such as 'what we ought to do is just bomb the hell out of those people.' And if our passion is great enough, we may even be willing to blow ourselves up in the process of 'stomping out' evil. But...although evil is antilife, it is itself a form of life. If we kill those who are evil, we will become evil ourselves; we will be killers. If we attempt to deal with evil by destroying it, we will also end up destroying ourselves, spiritually if not physically.

...we must begin by giving up the simple notion that we can effectively conquer evil by destroying it...It is in the struggle between good and evil that life has its meaning - and in the hope that goodness can succeed. That hope is our answer: goodness can succeed. Evil can be defeated by goodness. When we translate this we realize what we dimly have always known: Evil can be conquered only by love.

So the methodology of our assault...on evil must be love. This is so simple-sounding that one is compelled to wonder why it is not a more obvious truth. The fact is, simple-sounding though it may be, the methodology of love is so difficult in practice that we shy away from its usage.

[It is as if God says:] 'Through the transforming power of my love which is made perfect in weakness you shall become perfectly beautiful. You shall become perfectly beautiful in a uniquely irreplaceable way, which neither you nor I will work out alone, for we shall work it out together.'

It is not an easy thing to embrace ugliness with the sole motive of hope that in some unknown way a transformation into beauty might occur thereby...How does this work?...

I don't know how because love can work in many ways, and none of them are predictable. I know that the first task of love is self-purification. When one has purified oneself, by the grace of God, to the point where one can truly love one's enemies, a beautiful thing happens. It is as if the boundaries of the soul become so clean as to be transparent, and a unique light then shines forth from the individual.

The effect of this light varies. Some on their way toward holiness will move more swiftly by its encouragement. Others, on their way toward evil, when encountering this light will be moved to change their direction. The bearer of the light (who is but a vehicle for it; it is the light of God) most often will be unaware of these effects. Finally, those who hate the light will attack it. Yet it is as if their evil actions are taken into the light and consumed. The malignant energy is thereby wasted, contained and neutralized. The process may be painful to the bearer of the light, occasionally even fatal. This does not, however, signify the success of evil. Rather, it backfires...'It was evil that raised Christ to the cross, thereby enabling us to see him from afar.'

...To quote the words of an old priest who spent many years in the battle: 

'There are dozens of ways to deal with evil and several ways to conquer it. All of them are facets of the truth that the only ultimate way to conquer evil is to let it be smothered within a willing, living human being. When it is absorbed there like blood in a sponge or a spear into one's heart, it loses its power and goes no further.'

The healing of evil...can be accomplished only by the love of individuals. A willing sacrifice is required. The individual healer must allow his or her own soul to become the battleground. He or she must sacrificially absorb the evil.

Then what prevents the destruction of that soul? If one takes the evil into one's heart, like a spear, how can one's goodness still survive? Even if the evil is vanquished thereby, will not the good also be? What will have been achieved beyond some meaningless trade-off?

I cannot answer this in language other than mystical. I can say only that there is a mysterious alchemy whereby the victim becomes the victor. As C.S. Lewis wrote: 'When a willing victim who had committed no treachery was killed in a traitor's stead, the Table would crack and Death itself would start working backwards.'

I do not know how this occurs.  But I know that it does. I know that good people can deliberately allow themselves to be pierced by the evil of others - to be broken thereby yet somehow not broken - to even be killed in some sense and yet still survive and not succumb. When this happens there is a slight shift in the balance of power in the world.                                                pages 266-269

A Village Wedding

My friend Shelby had already been in Tamale for 2 months when I got here and she was kind enough to let me spend time on the weekends with her and her Ghanaian friend, Dorcas. Dorcas has a job in Tamale but her family is from a village about a 45 minute motorbike ride away. Dorcas and Shelby go to Dorcas' church in the village every Sunday. Dorcas is a great friend and she loves to give and give. As white friends, we seem to hold a special kind of importance, especially in regards to important events. This last weekend was the wedding of Dorcas' older brother and we were specially invited as two additional "sisters of the groom." This was an honor to us and our presence was similarly considered an honor to those present.

Dorcas had outfits made for all the sisters of the bride to wear for the wedding. She was kind of going for a modern feel and we ended up looking like this:

Let me assure you, we got many compliments from Ghanaian men throughout the day reminding us just how gorgeous we looked.

The wedding itself was definitely an interesting cultural experience. We showed up late which wasn't a problem but it did mean that we missed the processional. However, we heard the vows which were the same as the ones we say. There was music and dancing interspersed. Nearly 30 ministers were present for the event. And I think that most of the village was there too. The church was packed out and people crowded around windows outside and under a tent outside the door. Near the end of the service came the climactic moment: the lifting of the veil. It was funny. The groom started stretching his arms out and  then best man wiped his hands off with a handkerchief. Meanwhile, the maid of honor was carefully wiping away the sweat on the bride's face under the veil. Finally, after several warm-up partial liftings of the veil, he finally did it. And then they hugged. The end!

Unfortunately, the defining experience for Shelby and I (and probably most people there) was sweating more than we had ever sweated before. It was an extremely hot day and we struggled to drink enough water to keep from passing out. We made it and afterwards we were all handed our lunch which contained a nearly boiling hot orange fanta. Not bad actually... haha. After the service, we went back to Dorcas' house and were seated in a room along with the bride and groom. I'm not sure how many pictures we ended up on the edge of!

Shelby and I aren't sure we are up for another wedding anytime soon but it was definitely an experience that we won't forget!

Hair Braiding

For awhile I've been tempted to get my hair braided in the African way. It kind of started when I met another white girl here who had gotten her hair braided and really enjoyed it. She had kept it in over a month and it seemed low maintenance. So when I got to Tamale, the American girl who I'm living with, Shelby, and I decided to do it. We thought it would be fun. Unfortunately we were wrong.

After getting to the hair braiding place at noon, we realized that they were already busy with several costumers but we didn't have a problem with waiting. When they finally started with us, they gave us these huge bunches of synthetic hair to hold in our laps that would eventually be on our head. Then they began the 7 hour process of taking small little chunks of hair and adding synthetic hair to make 121 braids on my head (we counted later when we took them out!). This process was extremely painful as it felt like they were ripping my hair out of my head Furthermore, they conveniently placed all my unbraided hair in a large clip dangling in front of my face throughout the process. But, no worries. Yes, my butt was falling asleep after sitting in that chair so long. But I had been reading Compassion for one of my HNGR readings and so I kept reminding myself "patience...patience, solidarity...solidarity, compassion."

Finally, the braids were done! But then they dipped all my hair in a pot of boiling water. Then they covered the top with shea butter, I think. Then they lit a flame on a can of kerosene and basically torched the top of my head which was mildly terrifying. However, I made it out unscathed! Finally, I thought it was done but a lady montioned me to the back where she yanked up my new, waist-long braids into an updo. It was so painful that when Shelby and I got home, we took a picture, took out the updo, took an ibuprofen, and tried to sleep.



Over the next five days, we got many wonderful compliments from Ghanaians who just loved our new hair. We kind of enjoyed the new look, but we just couldn't stand the itchiness. Apparently your scalp gets itchy both when you have a ton of synthetic hair attached to your head and when your hair has almost been yanked out of your head. We had sores all over our head and finally after 5 days we just couldn't stand it any longer. We took it out and it took 9 hours! We ended up with very frizzy heads. Now our hair is back to normal but I swear I've lost at least a quarter of my hair! Feeling much thinner these days after pulling out so many loose chunks of hair. Pray that I don't come back bald! haha