Sunday, May 25, 2008

No Revelations

Their ignorance gets under my skin. Journalists, other lawyers, readers in general who mention the last book in the New Testament without having taken care to read what the title to the book says. It, the title is not plural and it refers to an event that had many facets to it, but it, The Revelation is that, and it was that of one man, Saint John the beloved disciple. Revealed by God in Christ. It is the bestseller of all time, last book in the book, go see for yourself.

It pains me when it is overlooked and published in the newspaper or a legal journal is something on the order of : "Revelations contains the narrative from which end times writers get their material about..." other examples are strewn throughout respected periodicals, and in the entertainment business.
Literary minded folk are not likely to let anyone get away with describing T.S. Eliot's epic as "The Wastelands." Or what if I walked up to Bob DeNiro in a posh Tribe ca restaurant and said: I adore your work in Taxi Drivers!" ? May be that I'd be tolerated with a sigh or smug over the shoulder glance it if was just once but if I repeated it over and over every time DeNiro and I had lunch, No. Wait. I suspect if it happened a few times, I'd be shunned, not invited back to the restaurant, or even banned, perhaps an injunction would be sought. If it were the T. S. Eliot example in an academic setting, my guess is the tenured professors and doctoral candidates listening to me insistently prattle on about Wastelands would ignore me and avoid me when they saw me coming.
Or, maybe, just maybe, an interested soul might pull me to the side and say, "uh, Wallace, did you know that Eliot's poem is the Wasteland, that's l-a-n-d."? " Uh, you are aware it is Taxi Driver, that's Dri-ver. No S."

The point being that writers, makers of craft, are intentional about the naming of things. I submit the writers of the Biblical narrative were intentional because they were prompted by God himself, who, if he is God, I mean, in charge God, would certainly be less of a God, and therefore not much of one if he willy-nilly did not concern himself with words. I'm guessing Scorsese and Eliot feel much the same, as they are little gods.

Here's a revelation -all we little g gods, like me for instance, tend to get caught up in the performance, in the doing it right, respectably and well. Like pointing out to wrongdoers their repeated offenses. God, being perfect and needing no standard against whom to measure himself, wants to reveal who he himself is. He knew well and perfectly well I could keep no law and that I'd fall short every time. His holiness is so infinite and complete yet his desire is so great, it compelled him to die to make the way. He left heaven where the security of doing it right was not even a consideration. There he was in perfect communion with the Father and the Spirit. And here, to this place where we like to chatter about the correct way, the best way, and my way or the highway, he came and is the eternal example of perfection. Perhaps the next time it flies across my screen [the 's' on the end thing], I could ask more of the them, see who they are; maybe I could recall he saved me from myself, from self's demand for perfect, rather than dismiss them for an intrusion on my vain effort to live error free.

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