There are words we all commonly use and think we know what
these words mean. Words like God, Jesus,
Jew, Holocaust, evil, and death. We commonly
use these words as if to say we understand but the fact is we do not.
These words possess weight, heft, timber, threat and
mystery. Smart people, smarter than you
or me, have investigated them for millennia and still their meaning eludes
us. But they are important words, vital
words, and they will not go away for they touch something deep in our souls and
they ought to.
We are creatures that long to understand what we are doing
here on this planet that floats and rotates in black space. And these common words with uncommon meanings pull at us because they are “limit” words. They take us to those places where, if we’re honest,
we know we do not know, but we act and talk like we know.
Look at the word Holocaust.
The word means burnt offering and gives the impression of something done
to appease an angry god. But the common
meaning is that of a horrendous disaster and we think we know what that means. But the word Holocaust points to something
much deeper and profound, the ability of human beings to be inhuman and to
arbitrarily and systematically murder a million children under the age of
ten. The horror of the event is so
horrible we dare not get too close or precise for fear of what we will see and
what it will do to us.
Or the word and name, Jesus.
Here is a man, a Jew who lived over two thousand years ago, some call
him the Christ without a second thought, Jesus, who remains a mysterious puzzle to
many of us wrapped and bound in ambiguous messianic scriptures, sophisticated theological
language, awful Hollywood movies where he is always strangely pictured as
having a British accent, Jesus, whose followers have loved and cared for the
neighbor and who have also murdered the neighbor in Jesus name, Jesus disputed
by Jews and Muslims with sound questions, weighted down with creeds, and dogmas and hymns and liturgies,
books upon books and yet this poor Jew is still not understood. For all the religious christological hoopla
and faith, we do not know who he was and what he really accomplished. Yet, the word Jesus, has an ongoing intricate
place in our culture’s vocabulary.
There’s a wildness and a secrecy about these words that
keeps us from getting too close. Holocaust,
God, Jesus, Jew, evil, and death: all these
common words along with others with uncommon meanings haunt us because they are
so much part of our lives and yet we do not know what they mean. We talk and write, not with these words but,
against them. And whether we are for or
against them, they will not let us go.
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