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Sunday, February 24, 2008

Job, can you make a really big fish?

If you've known me for a while no doubt I've pestered you with POE. Not the poet, but the Problem of Evil, the question that asks, "Why, if God is omnipotent, omnipresent, and all-good, why is there suffering in the world?"

There isn't sufficient time to go through all the answers, but I have yet to read a theodicy that satisfies or frustrates for its contradictions or absurdity. From free will to predestination, to arguments that say God is not omnipotent or a child God engaged in "soul-making" (Irenaeus), to Plantiga's "free will defense" and multiple universes. Nothing answers. Nothing satisfies.

Finally someone's written an entire book on...well, you can check it out:

Dr. Eherman was also interviewed on Fresh Air recently. You can click here to listen.

Useless Virtues

At midnight in the backyard hot tub,
pleasantly drunk, three old friends argue
One more time the meaning of The Book of Job.
Floating in brothel-scented foam
Under California constellations, it is easy
to picture the Man of Suffering, the whirlwind,
Dead cattle, the warehouses of the snow--
especially the warehouses, which have vast
Quartzite double doors, where helicopters
of ethereal whiteness enter and vanish, hauling
Neither suffering nor glory, but only another
disgusting winter day for Moscow or Trenton,
Stoic taxis rusting through generations
of storm-sown salt. It is about the moral
Evolution of the idea of God. It is about
the survival of its own obdurate narrative,
Which could rescue even us nonbelievers
from easy sentiment. It is about nothing
Except the incommensurability of everything,
the shitty drama of pain that stretches
From Behemoth down to the structure of the atom.
Nobody agrees. Even God refuses to be God
But breaks down in a windy turbulence.
More wine. And the three of them lean back,
Waching lights sign the absolute sky, where,
as though all human consciousness were forming
One vast, slow thought, the dream of the Cambodian boy
on a red-eye flight to Dallas interweaves
Baseball, temple bells, roadkill, cemeteries, bread,
sexual ambiguity, and a poster of Pol Pot nailed
To the wall of a compound, monsoon-faded, laced
by bullet holes. The image comes through
This clear, this real: a yellow-and-black spider
makes its decisive way across the vacant left eye
Of the dictator, which has been precisely punctured
by a round from a surplus M-16. Meanwhile,
the 737 that cradles this sleeping boy reclined
in its blue-striped seat threads darkness between
Los Angeles and Albuquerque, vapor trail
a strand of invisble web joining the strafed
Face of the moon and an H-bomb test site.
Everyone on the plane is sleeping, even the pilot,
Like God, oblivious at the switch, and all the people
oblivious to his oblivion--otherwise
They would wake up screaming sensibly.
But everything riding the sky tonight is silent.
Leviathan tortures Orion bloodlessly, and the great
Eagle Nebula, screwing stars out of twisted nothing,
Is twenty-three trillion miles of decorum. Still
the cattle are dead, the children are dead,
The body is pierced with cankers, and, on every horizon,
snow masses its chronic obedience.

T.R. Hummer
Useless Virtues


Timothy said...

The POE concerned me lots when I was younger. Then I read an essay by Alfred North Whitehead and took a religion class taught by a process theologian when I was much too young and not mature enough to understand what I was reading or how I was being inundated. So I bought everything about God being the lure that urges us toward good decisions in the best interests of everyone, and that when we do bad things to others, we are guilty for not accepting the lure-to-good, but that God will give us endless chances to do good again. Or something like that.

That theory sometimes works for me still, though I have my reservations. I get around the POE problem now by sometimes being an atheist, sometimes being agnostic, but most times not thinking about it.

Thanks for sharing this book. I think I might give it a gander and see what I can make of it.

Anonymous said...

thanks for the internet help last night