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Showing posts with label the end. Show all posts
Showing posts with label the end. Show all posts

Friday, December 16, 2011

THE TIME OF NO ROOM

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An Essay for the Advent Season
 by Thomas Merton
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So there was no room at the inn?
True! But that is simply mentioned in passing,
in a matter-of-fact sort of way, as the Evangelist
 points to what he really means us to see -
 the picture of pure peace, pure joy:
"She wrapped her firstborn Son in swaddling clothes and
 laid him in a manger" (Luke 2:7).
By now we know it well, and yet we might still be questioning it  except that a reason was given for an act that might otherwise have seemed strange:
"There was no room for them at the inn." Well, then,
 they obviously found some other place!
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But when we read the Gospels and come to know them thoroughly,
  we realize there are other reasons why it was
 necessary that there be no room at the inn,
and why there had to be some other place.
 In fact, the inn was the last place in the world 
 for the birth of the Lord.
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The Evangelists, preparing us for the announcement
 of the birth of the Lord, remind us that the fullness of time has come.
 Now is the time of final decision,  the time of mercy,
 "the acceptable time," the time of settlement,
 the time of the end.
It is the time of repentance,
the time for the fulfillment of all promises,
 for the Promised One has come.
 But with the coming of the end,
a great bustle and business begins to shake
 the nations of the world.
The time of the end is the time of massed armies,
 "wars and rumors of wars,"
of huge crowds moving this way and that,
 of men "withering away for fear,"
of flaming cities and sinking fleets, of smoking lands laid waste,
of technicians planning grandiose acts of destruction.
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The time of the end is the time of the Crowd:
 and the eschatological message is spoken in a world where,
 precisely because of the vast indefinite roar  of armies
 on the move and the restlessness of turbulent mobs,
the message can be heard only with difficulty.
Yet it is heard by those who are aware that
 the display of power, hubris (power),
and destruction is part of the kerygma (message).
That which is to be judged announces itself, introduces itself
by its sinister and arrogant claim to absolute power.
Thus it is identified, and those who decide in favor of this claim
are numbered, marked with the sign of power,
aligned with power, and destroyed with it.
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Why then was the inn crowded?

Because of the census, the eschatological massing of
 the "whole world" in centers of registration,
 to be numbered, to be identified with  the structure
 of imperial power. The purpose of the census:
to discover those who were to be taxed.
To find out those who were eligible
for service in the armies of the empire.

The Bible had not been friendly to a census in the days
 when God was ruler of Israel (2 Samuel 24).
 The numbering of the people
of God by an alien emperor and their full consent
 to it was itself an eschatological sign,
 preparing those who could understand it
to meet judgment with repentance.
After all, in the Apocalyptic literature
of the Bible, this "summoning together" or convocation of the powers
 of the earth to do battle is the great sign of "the end."

It was therefore impossible that the Word should lose himself
 by being born into shapeless and passive mass.
He had indeed emptied himself,
taken the form of God's servant, man.
But he did not empty himself to the point of
becoming mass man,  faceless man.
It was therefore right that there should be no room for him
 in a crowd that had been called together
as an eschatological sign.
His being born outside that crowd is even more of a sign.
That there is no room for him is a sign of the end.
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Nor are the tidings of great joy announced in the crowded inn.
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In the massed crowd there are always 
 new tidings of joy and disaster.
Where each new announcement is the greatest of announcements,  where every day's disaster  is beyond compare, every day's danger  demands the ultimate sacrifice,
all news and all judgment is reduced to zero.
News becomes merely a new noise in the mind, briefly replacing
the noise that went before it and yielding to the noise
 that comes after it, so that eventually everything blends
 into the same monotonous and meaningless rumor.
 News?  There is so much news  that there is no room
 left for the true tidings, the "Good News," the Great Joy.

Hence the Great Joy is announced, after all, in silence,
loneliness and darkness, to shepherds "living in the fields"
or "living in the countryside" and apparently unmoved
by the rumors or massed crowds.
These are the remnant of the desert-dwellers,
the nomads, the true Israel.
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Even though "the whole world" is ordered to be inscribed,
they do not seem to be affected.
 Doubtless they have registered, as Joseph and Mary will register,
 but they remain outside the agitation,  and untouched by the vast movement,
 the massing of hundreds and thousands  of people everywhere in the towns and cities.
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They are therefore quite otherwise signed.
They are designated, surrounded by a great light,
they receive the message of the Great Joy, and they believe it with joy. 
 They see the Shekinah over them,
 recognize themselves for what they are.
They are the remnant, the people of no account,
who are therefore chosen - the anawim.
 And they obey the light.
Nor was anything else asked of them.
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They go and see not a prophet, not a spirit,
 but the Flesh in which  the glory of the Lord will be revealed and by which all men will be delivered from the power that is in the world, the power that seeks to destroy the world because the world is God's creation, the power that mimics creation,
and in doing so, pillages and exhausts the resources
 of a bounteous God-given earth.
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We live in the time of no room,
which is the time of the end.

The time when everyone is obsessed with lack of time,
lack of space, with saving time, conquering space,
projecting into time and space the anguish produced within them by the technological furies of size, volume, quantity,
 speed, number, price, power and acceleration.
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The primordial blessing, "increase and multiply,"
has suddenly become a hemorrhage of terror.
We are numbered in billions, and massed together,
marshalled, numbered, marched here and there, taxed, drilled,
armed, worked to the point of insensibility, dazed by information, drugged by entertainment, surfeited with everything, nauseated with the human race and with ourselves, nauseated with life.
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As the end approaches, there is no room for nature.
The cities crowd it off the face of the earth.
 As the end approaches, there is no room for quiet. There is no room for solitude.  There is no room for thought.
 There is no room for attention, for the awareness of our state.
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The time of the end is the time of demons who occupy the heart (pretending to be gods) so that man himself finds no room for himself in himself. He finds no space to rest in his own heart,  not because it is full, but because it is void.  If only he knew that the void itself, when hovered over by the Spirit, is an abyss of creativity...yet he cannot believe it. There is no room for belief.  In the time of the end there is no longer room for the desire to go on living.  The time of the end is the time when men call upon the mountains to fall upon them, because they wish they did not exist.
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Why? Because they are part of a proliferation of life that is not fully alive,  it is programmed for death. A life that has not been chosen, and can hardly be accepted, has no more room for hope.
Yet it must pretend to go on hoping. It is haunted by the demon of emptiness.  And out of this unutterable void come the armies, the missiles, the weapons, the bombs, the concentration camps, the race riots, the racist murders, and all the other crimes of mass society.
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Is this pessimism? Is this the unforgivable sin of admitting
what everybody really feels? Is it pessimism to diagnose cancer as cancer?  Or should one simply go on pretending that everything is getting better every day, because the time of the end is also - for some at any rate - the time of great prosperity?
"The kings of the earth have joined in her idolatry,
and the traders of the earth have grown rich
from her excessive luxury" (Revelation 18:3).
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Into this world, this demented inn,
in which there is absolutely no room for him at all,
Christ has come uninvited.
But because he cannot be at home in it - because he is out of place in it,  and yet must be in it - his place is with those others who do not belong, who are rejected because they are regarded as weak;  and with those who are discredited, who are denied the status of persons, and are tortured, exterminated. With those for whom there is no room, Christ is present in this world.
He is mysteriously present in those for whom there seems to be
nothing but the world at its worst. For them, there is no escape even in imagination.
They cannot identify with the power structure of a crowded humanity which seeks to project itself outward, anywhere, in a centrifugal flight into the void, to get out there where there is no God, no man, no name, no identity, no weight, no self, nothing but the bright, self-directed, perfectly obedient  and infinitely expensive machine.
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For those who are stubborn enough, devoted enough to power,
there remains this last apocalyptic myth of machinery propagating  its own kind in the eschatological wilderness of space - while on earth the bombs make room!
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But the others: they remain imprisoned in other hopes,
and in more pedestrian despairs, despairs and hopes which are held down to earth,  down to street level, and to the pavement only: desire to be at least half-human, to taste a little human joy, to do a fairly decent job of productive work,  to come home to the family...desires for which there is no room.  It is in these that He hides himself, for whom there is no room.
.The time of the end? All right: when?
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That is not the question.
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To say that it is the time of the end is to answer all the questions, for if it is the time of the end, and of great tribulation,
then it is certainly and above all the time of the Great Joy.
It is the time to "lift up your heads for your redemption is at hand."
It is the time when the promise will be manifestly fulfilled,
and no longer kept secret from anyone.  It is the time for the joy that is given not as the world gives, and that no man can take away.
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Thomas Merton, 1915-1968
Trappist monk and author
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Monday, October 18, 2010

THE EMPIRE OF ILLUSION & WHITE TRASH

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Below is an excerpt from an interview
with Pulitzer Prize-winning author
Chris Hedges, who has a Masters of Divinity
degree from Harvard, and has spent almost
twenty years in global "hotspots" as a
foreign correspondent, fifteen of
them with The New York Times.
His most recent book came out last year:
Empire of Illusion: The End of Literacy
and the Triumph of Spectacle.
The interview is from the August 2010
issue of the Catholic Agitator.
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There has been a huge assault against
the capacity for moral autonomy,
especially within the church, so that
those figures who speak with any kind
of moral autonomy are immediately labeled
"political" and banished. We have a
corporate-controlled media that determines
almost everything that we watch, hear, or read.
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What they have done on the airways in
the news industry is to turn it into entertainment.
It is all about spectacle and debauchery.
Given what is happening in our country today,
the fact that the national news revolves
around John Edwards' mistress or Tiger Woods
replicates the kind of folly that embraces the
twilight days of civilizations. People are so
disconnected from reality that they do not
know how to read what is happening -
they cannot grasp that the walls are tumbling
down - and so they retreat into absurdities.
Cicero wrote about it at the end of the
Roman republic; Joseph Roth wrote about it
at the end of the Austro-Hungarian Empire;
and I saw it in Yugoslovia. This is the disease
gripping American society today, giving a
kind of absurd quality to political and
civil discourse.
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The undercurrent of a world like ours,
where people are reduced to objects and
where there are no higher values,
where national myths collapse,
triggers a similar longing for annihilation
and a moral decline into hedonism and
giddy communal madness.
This is precisely what we are doing.
Everything that we are doing does ensure
our own annihilation, and yet there is a
kind of intoxicating quality... There is
something very seductive about disconnecting
yourself from the real and entertaining
yourself through the basest forms of
hedonism and selfishness.
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That is what reality programs on TV
are about. It is about promoting values that,
if you ticked them off in any psychology
textbook, belong to psychopaths:
self-aggrandizement; a capacity for
deception; a lack of remorse; an inability
to form friendships; betrayal.
These are all psychopathic qualities and
yet these are the very qualities that seem to
run Goldman Sachs or Citibank.
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The actual qualities that maintain
communities: sharing; honesty; the
capacity for self-sacrifice; loyalty; these
are the qualities that are ridiculed
in the culture, both at the top
and at the bottom.
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Chris Hedges has a column on Truthdig.com -
Reality TV is sleazy, it is manipulative.
 It is as momentary as anything in popular culture.
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Morley Safer
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Mostly, it's a medium created BY white trash,
FOR white trash.  "White trash" has a new meaning.
  It's no longer people in west-Texas trailer courts who wear grimy clothes,
 drink cheap beer, smell strange, and have bad teeth.
These are the unfortunates who have been around since
the time of Christ, and much earlier actually, ever since
the rich and poor got divied' up.  No, it's not them.
It's the people who are horrible examples of their race -
shallow, idiotic cretins with bad values, NO class, and really
 ought to be sterilized....and reality TV is their new medium.
Human waste.  Donald Trump comes to mind.
As for the handful of Asians, Blacks, and Hispanics
who are caught up in it....well, sterilize them too.
 Society needs to get a handle on this, or
 it'll just get worse, and worse, and....
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Jeff Mulcahey
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