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Tuesday, February 17, 2015

David's rage


I have been accustomed to call this book, I think not inappropriately, “An Anatomy of all the Parts of the Soul"; for there is not an emotion of which any one can be conscious that is not here represented as in a mirror.
That's Calvin on the Psalms. I've long considered the Psalms as holy writ in part because they're also human writ, which is to say the psalms are really us, made of the stuff we are. 

You want joy? There's a psalm for that. The darkness around you impenetrable? It isn't--there's a psalm for that. You've got peace like a river? There's a psalm for that too.  When we're most sure no one else on the planet has a clue about the tumult inside, the psalms tell us plainly that there is, which is a wonderfully comforting way of saying we're never alone.

But the truth is, I've always felt there's even more in the Psalms than what we are, because I've found it impossible to understand the bottomless depth of hate David feels and expresses for his enemies. The context of 137 makes the wretched sadness of its setting somehow understandable, even though I've never looked back to see my home burning, my children dead, never been brutally pushed along on a trail of tears. I can understand the Israelites weeping when they hung their harps in the trees, and I can taste the gall when their butchering enemies demanded they play "songs of joy." 

I can feel all of that.

But I've never quite come to feel this:  "O daughter of Babylon, you devastated one, How blessed will be the one who repays you With the recompense with which you have repaid us. How blessed will be the one who seizes and dashes your little ones against the rock (137:8-9)."

The heads of babies against the stones.


But today, I'm 67 years old, and today, like never before in my life, I'm coming closer to feeling in me some level of David's righteous anger. Sunday night, ISIS released a slick video meant to enrage billions. In an act unlike anything anyone has seen, ISIS zealots butchered 21 perfectly innocent Egyptian Christians, on camera, by cutting their throats, men whose only crime was that they weren't ISIS zealots. 

For years, I couldn't imagine David's rage: "Give them according to their deeds, and according to the wickedness of their endeavors: give them after the work of their hands; render to them their desert (Psalm 28)" I was born after WWII. I haven't felt so much of what he does in all the years of my life. 

But now I have. Now I do--or at least I'm coming closer. 
Break their teeth, O God, in their mouth: break out the great teeth of the young lions, O LORD. Let them melt away as waters which run continually: when he bendeth his bow to shoot his arrows, let them be as cut in pieces. As a snail which melteth, let every one of them pass away: like the untimely birth of a woman, that they may not see the sun (Psalm 58).
These are not just butchers, they're religious butchers, their hate fueled by an intense, insane faith that their god commands them to rule in some bloody apocalypse about to happen. "They believe that they are personally involved in struggles beyond their own lives," sayGraeme Wood in the Atlantic, "and that merely to be swept up in the drama, on the side of righteousness, is a privilege and a pleasure—especially when it is also a burden."

I'm not alone. Almost half of the American public is ready, once again, to send ground troops in, despite the fact that the two longest wars in this country's history are barely over, an amazing and shocking change.

For the first time in my life, I can come woefully close to feeling the intensity of David's hate. I get it. I feel it in me when I come almost to believe that there is no other way to deal with these religious butchers than to dash their babies' heads against the stones. 

2 comments:

Larry said...

AMEN BROTHER JIM

Anonymous said...

Mega Ditto, JCS. This barbaric behavior does not compute. I feel just like you and David.