Which implies that we are not a static analogy, rather, always moving up -- or down -- the cosmic telovator, which is to say, toward or away from our archetypal end.
Again, analogy is not sameness, rather, similarity-in-difference and difference-in-similarity.
In this case the difference with the Creator is that he IS, full stop: his essence is to exist -- as in I AM WHO I AM -- whereas creatures "exist in a state of potential with regard to who they are, in short, between Being and becoming."
Nevertheless, I suspect that the principle of our own becoming must be gorounded in the Principle of the Father's "becoming," so to speak, in the Son -- which is like an orthoparadoxical "eternal becoming."When you think about it, any sort of "-ing" applied to God implies some kind of eternal movement, e.g., "engendering," "proceeding," "giving," "receiving," "creating."
In any event, "to be a creature is precisely to be a nonidentity of essence and existence." Our essence "is given as a potentiality that is to be realized in time," and here we are, with an essence that is simultaneously "in" and "beyond" us.Sounds mysterious, but this is how any teleology operates, for example, the oak tree that is somehow "in" and "beyond" the acorn:
what does "essence 'in' existence" mean but that the likeness is somehow hidden away "in" the image, waiting to be "born again" in the Logos..., into the "likeness" of the Logos that it was always intended to be.
This movement forms "the metaphysical basis for the journey of time," or of finding "ourselves in finding God," the one entailing the other.
And here again I can't help thinking that this is an analogy of how the Father "finds himself" -- in a manner of speaking and with all due dissimilarity -- in the Son, and vice versa.
At any rate, Christ "restores the broken relationship between us and God, and so between our own existence and essence," such that "a new life has been given to us like a seed to be elaborated over time," the question being "whether the little seed will grow into its full stature."
To bring Voegelin into the discussion, we are always situated between immanence and transcendence, and don't default to one side or the other: don't immanentize the eschaton, but don't eschaton-ize the immanent either, if you catch my drift: respect the tension!For there are two ways of showing one's disrespect, usurping God or rejecting him altogether.
Secular humanism, for example, is the "essentially unconverted image living by itself in its own light" -- a purloined light for which it can never account.
At one end there is an illicit or Promethean "grasping at the divine essence" (a la Hegel), or, at the other, an "essentializing of existence" (a la Nietzsche). Which is to say rationalism or existentialism.
Neither of these alternatives respects the Tension, which requires
the "patience" of standing within the genuinely creaturely interval between creaturely essence and creaturely existence.
Or in other words, "within the potency of the creature to the Logos," i.e., "in the midst of becoming who we are."
That's about the size of it. The rest of the book is a little inside baseballish for me, dealing with various disputed theological questions and showing how the analogy of being might resolve them -- for example, "the relationship between divine sovereignty and human freedom," both of which must be respected and harmonized and not collapsed or separated.
Let's just summarize some conclusions, for example, vis-a-vis the circular -- or in-spiraling -- movement between creature and Creator: "as the circle is drawn upward, at its top it begins to turn downward":For we ourselves ascend with Christ to the extent that we descend with him....
"[I]f Christ is essentially the descending God" and if the ascent of our "participation in God" occurs solely through participation in God's descent, then "logically, the practical Christian life is is the living out of this descent"...
Therefore, "to be human" is "to be an analogy of the self-emptying Logos."
This was an abbreviated post, but we'll tie the cosmic room together in the next installment.
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Hello Father Godwin, if I may call you that. Another good sermon. From today's homily "For we ourselves ascend with Christ to the extent that we descend with him...."
To Christ and to reader here I send "Mayday, Mayday, Trench in dire peril."
A love match has gone terribly awry on many fronts. Chaos has set in. A sense of impending doom is in the air.
Physical joining, at first hot, became incendiary. The trouble is, it has stayed that way. Trench is being physically and mentally drained by, of all things, too much good loving. Gad. The frail male ego. I tell the love besotted one "Let us lie still, content, for awhile, shall we?"
But clearly the besotted one will not or cannot rest. Trench will give out soon. What will Trench say of himself? At this age one must respect one's limits?
The feeding. Oh the ceaseless feeding. If Trench is not finishing the outsized portions ladled out by the love besotted one, then Trench will be spoon-fed unto bursting, at which point three different desserts are trotted out. "Will you refuse this which I prepared just for you today?" Saith the cook, to which what reply can be made? Open the mouth and pray for fortitude to hold it all down is all that is possible. And the readings of the scale inch upward.
And what's this? The Commandant has cut orders for Trench to lead the vanguard of the push towards liberating Solvang from the blues and the investment of Pismo Beach! Old Trench is honored by the orders! At last, a chance to die in battle! A coveted chance for immortal glory! And alongside the legendary Dr. Chip Chyorny no less!
But then the image occurs...the crest-fallen face of the love besotted one. A vison of the the gray sadness and resignation creeping back into her beautiful visage at the news of my death. Hasn't the widow lost enough already? How can you put your selfish desires before her well-being? Dare you be such an unfeeling brute?
And suddenly life is complicated, whereas before it was not. Mayday! Mayday! Mayday! Does anyone read me? Whatever shall I do?
My comment, part the second.
From the post: "For we ourselves ascend with Christ to the extent that we descend with him...."
I had a vision of once. I was shown a cardboard box loaded with seven heavy, smooth objects about the size of small apple, in shape and appearance like polished water-worn river pebbles. These were of various fascinating hues. They were mesmerizing to look at, and each emitted a dim colored light corresponding to their color. I could not decide which one I liked the most; they were all resplendent. I held them in my hand, and they were heavier than a corresponding chunk of lead or depleted uranium. Some emitted faint enchanting odors or sounds. I was transfixed and stayed by the box for a long time playing with them.
A voice from stage left stated "What you have here is a box of human souls. They exist in sidereal space. These are fitted into a human body, riding the subtle sheath just behind the physical heart of the matter body. From there they direct the life of the human being. In this box you see seven people not situated yet in bodies. Know that they are each of greater antiquity than the planet you tread upon, indeed of greater antiquity than the star that shines upon the plant, and of greater antiquity still than the spiral arm of the galaxy in which they are positioned. Know that these are eternal souls, born before time, existing for all time, and destined to exist beyond time. Know that you are they. Find yours inside of yourself; be enchanted by your own resplendent color, enchanting smell, mesmerizing sound. Know you bring God into whatever you touch. Your soul is the redeemer of the material universe. Your soul is who you are."
And the vision ceased after that. I have been on the hunt for my soul every since. I think my soul emits a warm, orange-yellow carnelian light, smell subtly of musk, and murmurs like an alpine rill.
Find yours and report back.
Love from Trench.
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