Thursday, June 28, 2012

Body, Soul, and C. S. Lewis?


Until a few years ago, when I began graduate work in theological studies, I had never heard much about the dangers of strands in the Christian tradition that more or less define the human being as a soul living in the shell of an unruly body.

If we think for a moment, many of us can detect this pulse. We can drum up verses like I Corinthians 9:27 (“I beat my body and make it my slave so that after I have preached to others, I myself will not be disqualified for the prize”) and Romans 8:13 (“…if by the Spirit you put to death the misdeeds of the body, you will live”).

Even after people had pointed out to me these aspects of biblical scripture and their influence on Christians’ pitting bodily desire against the health of the soul, it took me a while to see what the urgency of this discussion might be. And I’m still learning, of course…but in the past couple of years I’ve certainly begun to see and feel the weight of this issue.

I say all of this to say that I’ve lately noticed several Facebook friends posting the following quote from C. S. Lewis: “You don't have a soul. You are a soul. You have a body.” I want to take issue with this statement—not only because I now disagree with it, but also because I am a seasoned C. S. Lewis fan, so I’d rather give him a fair run rather than simply shake my fist at him. Also, I would never have taken issue with such statements if I hadn’t been encouraged to reconsider my stances. I would love to pass on that gift, for it has certainly proven to be a gift.

I have too much to say about this topic and too little time to write about it thoroughly (i.e., by drawing in the voices of the scholars and friends who’ve taught me so much about it)…so please read with the knowledge that I’m only hitting the highest highlights to the best of my humble capacities. And, as always, I would love to engage in further conversation about this topic with any and all.

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When I first ran across Lewis’s statement above (taken from Mere Christianity, I believe) indicating that we have bodies but are souls, I probably thought that it was well-placed and profound. Of course, I used to think that pretty much everything C.S. Lewis said was well-placed and profound. When I was 17 my youth minister suggested that I read Mere Christianity; I dug up my parents’ 1950s paperback copy and had my nose stuffed in the book for every spare moment until I finished it. So began a general trend in my late teens and early twenties—in the years that followed I read (and often re-read) everything of Lewis’ that I could get my hands on.



I suspect that my reasons for developing a fond devotion to Lewis are not unlike the reasons of many of my fellow CoC-ers (as well as others from evangelical-ish traditions who have found such a connection with Lewis). His work provided me with a much-craved entre into sustained critical thinking about Christian identity, doctrine, philosophy, apologetics, etc. 
More importantly, this invitation was packaged in a fashion that, I think, I needed—coming from the religious and social context that I did, I would have found academic theologians and sociologists of religion off-putting and inaccessible with their unfamiliar jargon, tradition, and systematic aims. In Lewis I found a lay apologist with a prolific mind who produced concise, dryly entertaining prose that stimulated thoroughgoing reflection upon my religious convictions; he did this while preserving the confessional impetus of the Christian faith—not blindly, but with artistic commitment to rationality.

I relied on C. S. Lewis as a mentor for many years. I still find him one of my favorite reads for the sake of spiritual rejuvenation and/or re-centering, and I’d put his best fiction up against most anyone’s (two thumbs up for his sci-fi trilogy and Till We Have Faces. And don’t mess with Narnia or we’ll have issues). However, in the course of my studies I’ve had to reckon with the hard truth that this beloved teacher of ours is, well, human—for all of the gifts that he’s given us, they do not acquit him of human error.

We ought not be overly frightened by this possibility. As much as I’ve read of his work, I am confident that Lewis himself would be supremely perturbed if he found that his 21st century readers were unwilling to refine his insights in preference to clinging to them as life rafts amidst the sea change of “postmodernity.”

All of this to say that I believe this particular statement—you are a soul; you have a body—is in need of refinement. I would argue that the problems with this notion are implicated in many of the troubling post-Enlightenment paradigms in Western thought.

Let me (attempt to) explain: Lewis’s operative assumption here is more or less that our bodies are like vehicles steered by our souls. This notion is akin to broader perspectives of his day presuming that the soul and body are clearly distinct entities, and thus must be related either hierarchically (i.e., the soul/mind is more important than the body/drives) or competitively (the soul/mind is at war with the body’s impulses).

This way of thinking didn’t surface only in the soul/body distinction; it was hospitable to other binary oppositions, such as: discernment vs. instinct, mind vs. matter, inner vs. outer, light vs. darkness, male vs. female, order vs. disorder.
Notice the hierarchy? Notice what/who is supposed to win? 



We Westerners like to claim that we are “post”modern, that is, that we have moved beyond all of those oppositional pairings. But take a moment to observe human behavior—it is hardly the case that we have adopted utterly new ways of moving through the world. We’ve made some progress, to be sure, but we still tend to operate in the terms of these hierarchies, assuming that clear boundaries really exist between soul and body, mind and matter, male and female, etc. Because we operate this way, we easily fail to see that such boundaries are always fluid, shifting, impossible to nail down.

I believe that we tend to behave this way because, if we’re honest with ourselves, we long for sharp, identifiable boundaries. Why? Because they make reality more palatable/manageable for us as we struggle to secure our senses of who we are, what we’ve achieved, and—again, if we’re honest—who we can control.

As a Christian, I thus believe that our longing for and establishment of these distinct boundaries facilitates idolatry (that is, worshipping that which is finite, that which we think we know and can thus control) rather than authentic worship of the mysterious One who transcends yet undergirds our strange, exhilarating existence as subjects-in-process.

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Mahatma Gandhi says, “The soul must languish when we give all our thought to the body.” And who can argue with Gandhi when it comes to this statement? Perhaps this too is the gift that we can take from the passages in I Cor. 9 and Romans 8. Like Gandhi, they remind us that it is no better to give all of our attention to or indulge the “other” members of those binary pairings—instinct, matter, darkness, female, disorder, etc.  That is certainly not my purpose here (or elsewhere, for those of you who worry that I’m close to becoming a feminist vigilante!). I merely want to say that, for the reasons outlined above, I believe that it is vital that we understand all of these entities, including body and soul, as deeply interwoven.
I agree with Lewis that we do not have a soul. But neither do we have a body. We are embodied souls, as I’ve often heard my professor Doug Meeks say.



I believe that this is a perspective we cannot take for granted, as "post"moderns, but must work for continuously and deliberately. To this end, let us attend to the presence of bodies, which take us out of our heads, make demands upon us. And at the heart of the Christian faith lies a crucified and resurrected human body: that of Jesus Christ, the Word made flesh who dwelt among us, disrupting our schemes at self-securing in a fashion that addressed body and soul as one—he preached and laid hands on the leprous; he taught and fed hungry people with fish and bread; he prayed and washed dusty feet. He taught us that, in the coming kingdom, God is making all things new—and that includes humans as embodied souls.  

As far as C. S. Lewis is concerned, I’m forever indebted to him for the ways that he has taught me to think and re-think that have enriched my life with, I believe, eternal ramifications. Looking at his work, when it comes to the question of bodies and souls I’d prefer to share the following passage from The Screwtape Letters. Herein the demon Screwtape advises his nephew Wormwood regarding how best to distract his human “patient” when praying to God, “the Enemy.” Screwtape says:

One of their poets, Coleridge, has recorded that he did not pray ‘with moving lips and bended knees’ but merely ‘composed his spirit to love’ and indulged ‘a sense of supplication’. That is exactly the sort of prayer we want; and since it bears a superficial resemblance to the prayer of silence as practised by those who are very far advanced in the Enemy’s service, clever and lazy patients can be taken in by it for quite a long time. At the very least, they can be persuaded that the bodily position makes no difference to their prayers; for they constantly forget, what you must always remember, that they are animals and that whatever their bodies do affects their souls.[1]




[1] Letter 4 in The Screwtape Letters

Tuesday, February 14, 2012

You (In)Complete Me, Valentine


There may or may not have really been a “Saint Valentine.” If he did exist, he was most likely a martyred bishop or priest. Early tradition has it that he lived in 3rd century Rome and was arrested for aiding persecuted Christians—this aid including presiding over the marriage of Christian couples—and that he was eventually executed by a well-rounded combination of being stoned, beaten with clubs, and finally beheaded.


And somehow we’ve wound up with this?




Alas, I don’t have time to wax eloquent on the evolution of the Valentine mythos into its current state, as an over-commercialized reason for ensemble-cast chick flicks and the obligatory purchasing of $5.00 greeting cards (I mean, c’mon. I have books that cost less. Good books).

What I do want to take time to sermonize about is this: I find it 100% frustrating that a lot of my fellow Christians would claim that the high premium they place on “getting everyone married” has something to do with their faith commitments. As far as I can tell, this impulse is in no way distinct from secular society’s values—nothing makes it as clear as does the common rhetoric on Valentine’s Day cards. Here are a couple of standard examples (you may help yourself to them at your neighborhood CVS pharmacy):




I don't have to tell you that there are a jillion cards with similar messages, and the subtext is clear—“You complete me, Valentine. Let’s find some meaning in life together.” Most every chick flick, sitcom, and soap opera sends the same message. Our secular society shouts it from rooftops that rise as high as the steeples topping the churches from which the same tidings emanate: romantic relationships, culminating in marriage = happiness.

Of course, this is a great American tragicomedy. “Marriage equals happiness” until it gets boring or demanding, at which point “a new relationship equals happiness.” Last time I checked, marriage rates are down in the United States while divorce rates are intimidating; moreover, we Christians more or less rack up the same percentages on the divorce tally. And yet, the secular and religious alike still press single people on towards the marriage finish line without stopping to think about what we may be losing in doing so.

I am all for our discerning, taking seriously, and celebrating the gifts of the marital commitment…but is it not high time we drop the “happiness” farce? Based on my brief 1.75 years of wedded bliss, I can already affirm that marriage brings a multitude of opportunities to one’s life: opportunities for the creativity and dynamism that comes with sustained commitment to someone, for deepened friendship in sharing the sacred mundane together, for an increased sense of awe at the mystery of the neighbor/partner one can never fully know, for the humbling self-awareness that accompanies the everyday realization that it is deadly difficult not to act out of conceit.

There is rich, real joy in all of this…but it is costly joy. It most certainly is not chick flick happiness. Show me a married couple who says it’s all sweetness and light, and I’ll show you a couple that’s been married for about five minutes. As my friend and burgeoning theologian Peter Kline points out, “Saying marriage vows does not magically make you competent in love. You will say them against yourself. Saying them is like taking a first step into a pitch-black room that you can only feel and stumble your way through. Which is why you must say your vows as prayer, as a calling out to God—who is love itself.”

So we want single people to be happy? We might start by recognizing that real happiness, the costly joy one discovers in the purifying flames of the love God is, belong just as much to single people as to anyone. Single people step into a different pitch-black room and stumble through it alone, guided by the trust that God’s seal on their heart has marked them with the love that is as strong as death, with a jealousy as unyielding as the grave (Song of Songs 8:6). The gifts of this journey are costly yet plentiful…and they are impossible to retain once you are married and step onto a different fumbling path.

If you aren’t convinced by my testimony, consider the fact that it is blaringly obvious that everything about Jesus Christ’s way of socializing flies in the face of the standard family model…this is not to mention all of that uncomfortable stuff he says in Matthew 10 about being willing to deny family members for the sake of the cross. And of course, the apostle Paul’s take on marital union is pretty apparent in I Corinthians 7: for Paul, marriage is for those who are too spiritually weak for the preferable state of celibacy.    

There is much more that could be said (and has been, if you’re interested) to nuance all of this anti-marriage sentiment from our single savior and the most effective Christian missionary in history. However, my immediate point here is that, of all places, the church should be a community where people are not threatened by ways of sociality that are different from their own—because, let’s be honest: perhaps we “worry” about single people because they potentially undermine our way of sociality. Especially if they are happy being single, God forbid. The church ought to be a place where diverse forms of sociality are affirmed and embraced as integral to the body of Christ, and my hunch is that if we started recognizing and listening to the spiritual wisdom our single members have gained by virtue of their singleness, then they would feel a lot more comfortable in our congregations.

Which brings me to my final point: it’s also time that we stop defining ourselves according to marital/familial status, as we clearly do in our smaller fellowship groups or classes. While I absolutely enjoy communing with people in a similar phase of life to my own and realize that there is much to gain from this, I also believe that we are profoundly impoverished when we have little consistent, close interaction with fellow believers who are in different life stages. So, not only is it time for Christians to drop the “marriage = happiness” absurdity—especially under the pretense that it’s somehow wrapped up in our Christological identity—but let’s also stop herding ourselves together according to marriage and family identifiers. It only furthers the illusion.

I don’t mean to spoil your Valentine’s Day. Goodness knows I’m not one to come down too hard on any excuse to eat more chocolate…and who, except for the snobbiest of film snobs, hasn’t at some point enjoyed the mindless fantasyland of a chick flick? Plus, if I can weasel my way into some Radiohead tickets from my husband under the auspices of a Valentine’s gift, I’ll happily dye my hair pink in honor of the day.

But I would urge you to keep both eyes on the absurd unreality of the $5-card-narratives we tell ourselves about singleness and partnership…and certainly don’t waste your energy today feeling sorry for your friends who aren’t coupled off. Your time would be better spent asking for their prayers.