Salvation is Absurd. And it hurts. But it Works!
And this hurting process is exactly what Growing Slowly Wise is all about...
Nowadays political correctness is the norm for most of us. And with good reason - discretion is always the better part of valour. Speaking our minds always seems to land us in hot water!
Or does it?
James, you see, doesn’t CARE what the in-crowd thinks. He was a real rabble-rouser. So much so that he was stoned to death by an infuriated mob on the steps of the Jerusalem Temple, probably in mid-life.
Ingenuous moralists don’t make friends easily. As U2 says, “Don’t express, suggest!” So nowadays if we want to grind axes publicly, it’s best to bring only a pretty dull old hatchet that won’t raise eyebrows. No one’s any holier than thou these days...
But these early moralists backed up their guts with a martyr’s self-sacrificial grit. James’ book is short. But he really lets loose during the ten minutes it’ll take you to read it! He spares no one. And the Trolls get it with both barrels.
In THIS book, David Roper makes it plain that James’ little book is no easy read. James gets us where we live, and rudely awakens us!
Touché, man.
But oh, Wow, it’s worth it!
When I was a kid, I was pretty dumb - and pathologically shy. Like most introverts, I was a natural target, and still am.
But I really WANTED to wise up. So one year, the answer’d be meditation. Another, weight-lifting. Another, jogging. ANYTHING to be accepted as someone smart.
But nothing worked. Even in my twenties I was still writhing in my anxiety. And trolls attack when they sense a target. I was expressing and not suggesting.
Now, the book of James is one of the most down-to-earth books you’ll find.
It's a do-it-yourself classic; its advice isn't easy to take, and sometimes, it’s not even easy to bear. It’s a bitter pill - but it works.
To read it when I was 20 would’ve plunged me into an existential firepit!
Remember Eliot’s insightful words?
The wounded surgeon plies the steel
That questions the distempered part;
Beneath the bleeding hands we feel
The sharp compassion of the healer’s art
Resolving the enigma of the fever chart.
And a few lines before that, Eliot wrote:
The Whole Earth is our Hospital
Endowed by the ruined millionaire...
The surgeon is the wounded Lord, and the millionaire who lost it all is Adam.
You see, way back when, in the forgotten mists of timeless time, one human being (the first?) said to his bright little self, “WHY am I beating my head against the wall?! If other people can Get Away with it All - WHY CAN’T I?”
And so he simply caught the Infection of Death. Our 24/7 Shadow. And he just couldn’t shake it! Ever.
But like that first part of that poem says, we now have a Wounded Surgeon who went through that same Death so we could recover, here in the Hospital of the World.
So why not let him work his painful, straightforward Magic on us?
Our recovery will be hard and slow - but it’ll be Worth It, for we will Finally get that Shadow of Death off our back!
The pain of the operation will be tough to take: for James has us diving for cover when he gets up close and personal with what REALLY ails us all. He touches on a few sore points. And he doesn’t use anesthetic!
He, like the Doctor, is now using the sharp compassion of his scalpel of wisdom to heal US.
Even James knew when he was put to death that the bullies just don’t go away, so he NEVER dozed off.
That’s his old fashioned road. But, as Eliot says, the better road for us is simply quiet resignation.
James was healed, though, by the sharp scalpel of God, because of his boldness. Some folks take Heaven by storm.
And now he’s giving US strength, by showing us our AWAKE selves. That hurts like heck. Our bad.
For the only way we’ll ever defeat evil - our own and the world’s - is by Surviving It!
But, whether we have misgivings or not about such a radical change in ourselves, the book of James - through Roper’s masterly eyes - scores a perfect bull's eye for insight into our faults.
And appropriately for a career apologist, David H. Roper writes about James' psychological penetration with crystal clear precision.
And isn’t insight into our own shortcomings where WE have to start, again and again - each and every day?
If we don’t, and go with the flow - and just be part of the crowd - we are in essence adopting the wilful blindness of that faceless crowd towards its own myopia!
And just inching ever closer to our own useless Death.
When we become a religious objector - and so become a willing victim, and take our lumps with a smile, not storming away - we’re REALLY becoming ourselves.
Sometimes we will HAVE to stick out like a sore thumb, rather than take the safe, broad road of indolence. Resign yourself to that peacefully.
It’s much WORSE to be safe and not too sorry about our faults - and Far better to stop clinging to wilful ignorance about ourselves.
Nobody really wants to see themselves and society with crystal clear focus in this world, because their own society-dictated self-fulfillment and satisfactions won’t prosper outside of the hazy darkness of ignorance and deceit.
But clarity can RENEW us.
And, you know, honesty with ourselves is the ONLY way out of the Maze into which this world and our faults has put us! And so, we become honest in...
The Hospital.
So what’s it gonna be, that painful place?
Our final dusty destination - or a place of Healing?
That’s really all up to us.
WE have to fight our infection all on our own.
No one’s going to do it for us.
We have two choices - sink, or swim.
So... why not just trust The Doctor and patiently get better?
And wiser.
Slowly.