Sunday, July 19, 2015

Quaking



A Reflection for 11 Pentecost (Proper 14)                 All Saints’ Church, Southern Shores, NC   August 9, 2015                                                           Thomas E. Wilson, Rector

2 Samuel 18:5-9, 15, 31-33            Psalm 130            Ephesians 4:25-5:2           John 6:35, 41-51
Quaking

From today’s selection from the Letter to the Ephesians, “Be angry but do not sin; do not let the sun go down on your anger, and do not make room for the devil.” The writer begins by quoting the first part of Psalm 4:4; “Be angry and do not sin” from the Septuagint translation of the Hebrew Testament into Greek. The Rabbis who knew Hebrew did not say that it was alright to be angry, but as Biblical Scholar, Robert Alter, suggests in his translation of The Book of Psalms:  “The auditors of the poem were exhorted to tremble as an act of conscience that will dissuade them from forms of transgression, then commune with themselves in the solitude of their beds and speak no more.” Or, as he translates it:  “Quake and do not offend. /Speak in your hearts and be still. Selah”

The meaning of the word “Selah” is unknown, but it is used 71 times in 33 Psalms, and many interpreters used it as an instruction to wait a minute and think about what has just been said. We see that theme repeated in the Psalm for today where “My soul waits for the LORD* more than watchmen for the morning, more than watchmen for the morning/ O Israel, wait for the LORD* for with the LORD there is mercy.”  When we are in the darkness of our anger, hoping for the Divine Light, waiting is the only way that mercy can grow so that we might feed on the bread of heaven, referred to in John’s Gospel for today, instead of the salty tears of bitterness. Anger that we sit on destroys us and the people we are with. 

My understanding is that anger is usually connected to another feeling because anger is easy to get to, but if you can find out what feeling the anger hides, then the anger will have no reason for being. Anger then is a choice we make for it never stands alone. For instance, suppose as a teenage boy I get angry because my girlfriend is talking to a boy and I think she is flirting with him. If I express my feeling of anger, then I will blame her behavior for my anger and, lashing out at her, I will drive her away. However, if the anger is covering a deeper feeling, one of which I am ashamed, such as fear based on my own feelings of worthlessness and insecurity, or the powerlessness of not being in control of other people, then I have to come to grips with claiming those feelings and can deal with them instead of projecting my fears onto her. 

The story behind the Hebrew Testament lesson for today is a story of living with anger and dying with it. It is the story of Absalom, the second oldest son of David. He has an older half-brother, Amnon, who is the heir to the throne, and Absalom would only become the heir to the King if something were to happen to Amnon. It comes to pass that Amnon thinks that he has fallen in great love with his half-sister Tamar, Absalom’s full sister, and he wants to have sex with her. He and a friend work out a plan for Amnon to go to bed and act sick and tell David that the only way he could ever get better is for Tamar to fix him some special cakes and for him to eat them out of her dainty little hand. David, ever the doting but distant father, hears about it and orders Tamar to feed Amnon. She, being a good daughter, goes into Amnon’s bedroom and when she refuses his advances, he rapes her. 

Absalom and Tamar by Guercino
After the rape, he is disgusted with her for refusing and, instead of marrying her and saving her reputation, he has his friend throw her out of the house into the street and bolts the door. Amnon has a choice between shame or anger and he chooses anger, because anger seems easier to live with.
Tamar runs to Absalom and tells him what happened. Absalom sits on his anger, which grows deeper when David does nothing except get angry, because that is the way David is with his sons. He will give them anything they want but time and guidance. David chooses to get angry because it is easier than doing a fearless and searching moral inventory of his own failings.

Absalom sits on his anger for several years as Tamar lives in Absalom’s house with his wife and children, and then he arranges an ambush to kill Amnon. Amnon is killed and Absalom runs away to his father-in-law’s kingdom and is in exile for several years. Remember, he is now the direct heir to the throne. Joab, the slimy nephew of David, knowing that Absalom is the heir, decides to try to get close to Absalom and get David to allow Absalom to come back. 

David allows him to return, but will not allow him to come into the Royal presence. David holds on to his anger, but for Absalom it is hard to tell the difference between sullen anger and neglect. That does not come out like Joab would want, so he starts to avoid Absalom. Absalom gets angry with Joab and gets his attention by burning fields of Joab’s crops. So Joab is blackmailed into urging David to give Absalom one more chance. When someone is convinced of the “righteousness of their anger”, they become more arrogant in what they think are their “justified” responses. What they call “justice” is actually revenge for them not being in control of other people’s actions.

Absalom is allowed to return and starts acting like he is the “King-in-waiting”, driving chariots through town with his beautiful long hair streaming behind him, with a squadron of guards running alongside him. That hair of his is so long and lovingly taken care of that, according to the writer, when he would get his hair trimmed once a year, the sweepings would weigh five pounds. Absalom, still sitting on his anger, starts to secretly put David down to undermine David’s rule and gather support to overthrow David. He sneaks off to Hebron, which has been resentful since David moved the capital to Jerusalem, and Absalom has himself anointed as King and raises a revolt. David retreats from Jerusalem to gather up troops, but he gives orders that Absalom is not to be harmed. 

Absalom marches into Jerusalem and symbolically rides a mule through the city as the symbol of being God’s chosen King. We will see that same symbol ten centuries later when Jesus rides into Jerusalem. Absalom wants to humiliate David and so he rapes all of David’s concubines in front of the cheering crowds of supporters. All of this anger building up over the years explodes in an orgy of revenge. 

Death of Absalom by Gustave Dore
Absalom’s generals urge him to one particular plan of action to defeat David, but Absalom’s arrogance leads him and his troops to defeat, and on a headlong retreat through the woods, the mule he is riding goes under low-hanging branches of a tree where his beautiful, thick, full, and long hair gets caught and tangled, and he hangs suspended in the air. Joab’s armor bearers come across him and, on Joab’s order, kill Absalom because he knows that David, even now, would convince himself that “boys will be boys” and take Absalom back in. Joab shows he is still angry about the field that Absalom burned. Anger always breeds anger in return.



The way to break the cycle is to quake and ask for help to turn the anger over to the Power greater than ourselves so that we, together with God, turn it into a blessing for others. Today we will be blessing the playground, Maddie’s Place, for The All Saints School which opens next week. Maddie’s death was an obscenity as it was a result of what a six year old survivor, referring to the shooter, called “a very angry man”. It was almost three years ago  that this “very angry man” lashed out his revenge on whoever was around. The playground is an attempt to turn that obscenity into an opportunity to bless other children.  Our faith is based on the example two thousand years ago when a young man was the victim of the anger of a troubled people lashing out and hanging him on a cross to die. Jesus took that anger and converted it into love, to be made a blessing for us. 

Quaking (poem)
Anger is a friend of mine
Who, I inviting from time
to time, comes and snuggles
while in my heart struggles
with revenge in  pipe dreams
of sending dark lurid beams
shining darker bitterness
into the noisy wilderness
of my supposed old hurts,
making the pain so worse.

I should pull up welcoming
mats when she is a coming.
But I am afraid to be alone
opening up times to atone.

Suppose we spent the times,
reading between those lines?
Would I miss that old might
shouting that I was so right?

Anger can no longer caressing

be transfigured into a blessing?
 

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