2019 New Year’s Blog
Thoughts for the Turning of Time from Others*
When small men begin to cast big shadows, it means that the sun is about to set. Lin Yutang
Once a country is habituated to liars, it takes generations to bring the truth back. Gore Vidal
Seven blunders of the world that lead to violence: wealth without work, pleasure without conscience, knowledge without character, commerce without morality, science without humanity, worship without sacrifice, politics without principle. Mahatma Gandhi
I want to ask you, as clearly as I can, to bear with patience all that is unresolved in your heart, and try to love the questions themselves. . . . For everything must be lived. Live the questions now, perhaps then, someday, you will gradually, without noticing, live into the answer. Rainer Maria Rilke, from Letters to a Young Poet.
When people are fanatically dedicated to political or religious faiths or any other kind of dogmas or goals, it’s always because these dogmas or goals are in doubt. Robert M. Pirsig
There is nothing more frightful than ignorance in action. Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
The mind of a bigot to the pupil of the eye; the more light you pour on it, the more it contracts. Oliver Wendell Holmes, Sr.
I never would believe that Providence had sent a few men into the world, ready booted and spurred to ride, and millions ready saddled and bridled to be ridden. Walt Whitman
To blame the poor for subsisting on welfare has no justice unless we are also willing to judge every rich member of society by how productive he or she is. Taken individual by individual, it is likely that there’s more idleness and abuse of government favors among the economically privileged than among the ranks of the disadvantaged. Norman Mailer
Just as I am about to transcend history entirely, I remember Thoreau, who—no matter how hard he tried to find a place of natural peace and beauty, a place where he could escape history—kept bumping into former slaves and free black people living around Walden Pond. Robin Coste Lewis
You can safely assume that you’ve created God in your own image when it turns out that God hates all the same people you do. Anne Lamott
“Murderish words architectures of nothingness,” excerpt from “The future has an appointment with the dawn” Tanella Boni (trans. By Todd Fredson), NAR (Winter 2018 p. 42)
To do the useful thing, to say the courageous thing, to contemplate the beautiful thing, that is enough for one man’s life. T. S. Eliot (sorry, Tom, that should be “anyone’s life,” not one “man’s’!)
End of the Year Reflection
Emblematic of the range of our imaginations, New Years Day celebrates the birth of both E. M. Forester and J. D. Salinger, and in a way “imagination” is the theme of this New Year’s blog, perhaps better, the moral power of imagination that missed many critics but caught many viewers of Bohemian Rhapsody.
The film’s triumphal closing—the Live Aid concert performance of Freddie Mercury and Queen—may be even more instructive than favorable viewers have perceived. I believe it to be as good a modern rendition of the Gospel as I’ve seen in a long time, there are fine performances throughout, and Rami Malek’s performance as Freddie stuns!
The film draws together its three outstanding themes, themes we seldom see drawn together in the conversations of our times. The glorious performance leaves viewers excited and contemplative at the same time…a tour de force conclusion only reached by great cinematic art coupled with profound reflection on what we are all called to dream of and aspire to and seek—and some manage somehow to achieve.
Prior to its conclusion, the film has prepared us for all three themes and manages to draw them together in such a way that it doesn’t seem contrived, that you want to say, “Well, of course, I should have seen that myself.”
One theme involves how Farrohk Bulsara, pejoratively nicknamed “Paki’’ for his origins—receives sober injunctions from his father to think good thoughts and do good things for people. In such a day as ours, when we are uncertain about the relationship of good thoughts and good works, between creeds and deeds, the father’s advice must seem somewhat trite, hopelessly out of fashion. It certainly seems to register on ‘Paki’ that way—far better the excitement of even a mediocre rock concert in a tiny venue than to, well, think good thoughts and do good deeds. What is he, a boy scout?
Then there is the theme of being one’s best self, being what one is born to be. Today we are not so sure there is a best and a worst self or that, if there is, that there is much difference between them. But what the film indelibly registers on us is the pathos of the lost Freddie, the self-obsessed “star” with this retinue of hollow, shallow, sham followers.
It is so palpable that at the theater where we saw Bohemian Rhapsody, people cheered when Freddie finally ousts the parasitic freeloader who has been subverting Freddie’s whole life. And that scene is paralleled by the touching scene at Tom Hutton’s door when Freddie says simply, “I could use a friend.”
But as we all begin to realize by at least the fourth or fifth grade, and as many best-seller commentators such as Robert Bellah have noted, we all long for two things: life with and among others—where we feel we belong, where we feel a “part of” some whole—and life as ourselves—where we are true to who we are, who we sense we should be.
Seldom can the two go together for anyone. Bohemian is one thing, rhapsody is another. The film hints early on at how difficult it might be for those two things to ever coincide for Freddie. He gets a glimpse of it when he explains to an agent why Queen is different—I think it is because, he explains, we are just a bunch of misfits who don’t belong and the people in the back row of the audience don’t think they belong anywhere either and we belong to them.
At the same time, the new name Freddie takes is taken only by not belonging but insisting on being who he wants to be, regardless of the fall out. That the union of these two drives is possible—this is the third theme of the film.
Just prior to the final concert, in the scene where Freddie and Queen sit down with their good Jeff-Bush-imitation manager and put the band back together, the final argument for their reunion is not wanting to miss the chance to help do the good that Live Aid will do—shades of Hemingway’s moral guide: it’s what you wake up feeling good about. But the final argument for being able to perform after their long hiatus is that, in reuniting, they are each finally becoming who each is meant to be.
Tellingly, in that scene, as our daughter pointed out, the formerly fallen Freddie appears waiting for the verdict of the players standing against a wall where his head is haloed by his gold record.
In the end, then, what makes it possible for them to do good for others (the telephones ring off their hooks with donations during the Queen’s ‘fifteen minutes of fame’ performance) is the hard-won integrity of being who they are. The enormous crowd is exhilarated and in that euphoric moment are bound together in the rituals of community.
I could not help comparing the scene with the usual Sunday morning service at churches like mine, churches that continue week in and week out to perform the ancient rituals of word, sacrament, and fellowship among congregations often not large and seldom euphoric. I rejoice in those weekly moments and would not ever give them up for any mega-church faux performance in imitation of rock concerts in arenas; I’d frankly prefer the real thing.
But Bohemian Rhapsody’s closing concert reminds me that not everyone is called to be part of the Church, to be in the old phrase ‘churched.’ Much of what the Church does is also done outside the church and often to greater effect. One can think good thoughts, do good things for others, and nobly strive to be oneself without Church. One doesn’t often see that sort of life sustained for very long when not taught, encouraged, and supported by Community—but then one just doesn’t often see that sort of life sustained at all, even in the community of the Church.
The Church is called to pray for the world in words and actions and to help the world to discern and celebrate the presence and power of God in its midst. If you feel called to that, then you are called to be Churched.
At the heart of the Gospel is a story whose pattern is always: creation, fall, redemption. In Christ’s life that took the form of ministry, crucifixion, and resurrection. In Mercury’s life it took the form of performing, getting lost in the hopeless wants of ego, and re-emergence as a wounded healer in Queen.
Church disciplines us to discern the pattern. We rehearse the ministry, death, and resurrection of Jesus until we have eyes to see creation, fall, and redemption in our own lives and the lives of those around us. It does not call us to insist that every story of creation, fall, and redemption be a religious story.
I find myself ever more grateful to feel called to being and living Church, but I also more and more believe not all, perhaps not even many, are so called. Jesus blessed many people. Some joined the band of followers, but most didn’t. The Christian Church remained very small for the better part of a century following its founding. The word ‘ecclesia’ means those called out for a special purpose.
To small enclaves of committed followers God gives a particular mission about which I could write at much greater length, but to all humanity the call is much simpler and is fulfilled—or at least pursued—in a rich variety of ways. Its fulfillment or pursuit may indeed look more like a social service or advocacy. It may look more like a one-on-one with a troubled friend. Or it may very well look, at least briefly, like a rock concert. Which is why the call is so beautifully enunciated in Bohemian Rhapsody!
If you are pursuing real life in the real world, then you can rejoice—either in sharing the call to pray for the world or knowing you are being held up in prayer by the Church.
You don’t, of course, go to Bohemian Rhapsody for history; you go for parable: Not everyone is on stage, and what is a stage if no one lights it, no one stands cheering in the wings, no one says “come and see”? Because, you know, despite its pedigree, not all the world is a stage, no matter how much we try to imagine it so.
- CODA
A review is at best a brief sketch. In this case, colors in the sketch also appear in Ramon Speed’s lyrics. If, however, you want a full theological treatment of the subject of Rock&Roll, take the journey our daughter took us on to Netflix and Springsteen on Broadway! Hugely thankful for how our kids—our own, our friend’s, and our students—have enlarged our horizons…but, then, we gave them the ’60’s! Next step here: reading Albion as a fine friend and creative spirit suggests to me.
Below: Oscar Wilde perched at the corner of St. Stephen’s Green, Dublin—out with the old, in with the new. Happy New Year to you all!