The Evidence of Things Not Seen

Since I’ve been blogging here at Good Letters I have been contacted by several friends who knew me back when I was a Baptist. My friend Heidi asked, “Are you a universalist now?” Cliff wondered if I was, “denying or seriously doubting Jesus’ claim to be God.” Another asked if I was “still a believer,” and yet another frankly labeled me agnostic.

These friends are seeing my musings after many years away—thanks to social media. Their own journeys seem to be keeping closer to their original faith, and mine not so much. There’s no doubt that it’s been a long road from my strict fundamentalist childhood to where I am now.

In preparation for one of my classes this semester I read Joseph Campbell’s The Hero With A Thousand Faces. I read of Osiris, the dying and resurrecting god who was the hope of eternal life for Egyptians, how sarcophagi have his face on them because people wanted to literally put off themselves and put on Osiris—the god-man who beat death—in order to get safely through the land of the dead.

Then there was Isis, who was impregnated miraculously and gave birth to a god. I first read of Isis and Osiris in a college apartment that reeked of dirty dishes and my roommate’s neglected pit bull, in Huntington, West Virginia. We huddled around a gas wall heater while snowflakes blew through gaps between the windowpanes. I was reading Areopagitica for my Milton class.

I still have the Complete Poems and Major Prose from that 1988 class. I had highlighted and underlined the passage in which the sad friends of Truth, “imitating the careful search that Isis made for the mangled body of Osiris” cast about looking for the Truth that has been “hewed…into a thousand pieces, and scattered…to the four winds.”

And there’s the Epic of Gilgamesh with its flood story which predates Moses by something like eight hundred years, and contains the story of Utnapishtim, an earlier Noah. It also has a serpent—the common enemy and bringer of death in ancient Mesopotamian literature—who steals Gilgamesh’s one shot at evading death.

On and on it goes. The world of ancient mythology is chockfull of uncanny parallels with stories that I grew up hearing were literal, authoritative versions of history.

The parallels are not the problem. Modern science has chucked these competing truth claims into the same bin labeled the best they could do before they knew better. It’s no wonder the tale of the bumpkin going off to college and losing his faith is a cliché. No wonder either that so many declare themselves agnostic and choose to think no more about it, but rather turn their attention to actually living in this world.

T. H. Huxley coined the word agnostic. He explained it this way: “It is wrong for a man to say he is certain of the objective truth of a proposition unless he can produce evidence which logically justifies that certainty.”

To Huxley, metaphysical, religious, spiritual claims are of no use. You are talking about things that can only ever be a matter of conjecture and opinion. People I know who call themselves agnostic say basically, “No one knows for certain, so why waste any more time and energy on it?”

For some reason putting an unknown-and-unknowable label on the debate and then checking out has never been a living option for me. I’ve always loved Fyodor Dostoyevsky: I recognize the feeling when his doubt rises and rises and rises. I also recognize the way, who knows how or why, faith always rises to meet it.

But in the rising, faith changes, takes on different shape.

This is also why I love reading Thomas Merton in dialogue with Buddhism, how he accepts ambiguity about ultimate things into his faith, and that somehow makes his faith deeper, richer.

In Don Delillo’s Falling Man, one of the characters, in the wake of the attacks of 9/11, thinks about all the variations of belief and decides she is, “free to think and doubt and believe simultaneously.” This sounds fair and honest to me.

Hebrews 11:1 says, “faith is the substance of things hoped for, the evidence of things not seen.” The evidence of things not seen is faith in those unseen things. This appears to be some very clumsy circular reasoning, and that can be a little frustrating.

I think of Miguel de Unamuno’s claim that the longing for immortality in the human soul is enough to justify belief in immortality. Einstein writes, “Seeds of doubt are seeds of contemplation. Acknowledgement of our own ignorance before the vast mystery we face is the beginning of faith.” Acknowledgement of our own ignorance before the vast mystery we face is the beginning of faith. Faith itself is evidence that the vast mystery is substantial.

Is that all we get? Would it be enough?

When asked where I stand vis-à-vis the old time religion, I have to honestly say, I don’t know. However, that is hardly the same as calling myself agnostic. My head spins in disbelief, but unbelief is no more a living option to me than turning away from the question is. I cannot shrug my shoulders and turn to more practically useful things. I sometimes wish I could; it would make for a happier life.

So, instead of agnostic I thought maybe I would call myself proelpizognostic or elpisgnostic, elpizo being the Greek word for hope. I asked my friend Amy, who is a professor of classics, what she thought. She said one of those two would work but elpizo doesn’t usually compound that way. She suggested proupomenognostic, explaining that upomeno means await, endure, abide. That’s perfect.

So proupomenognostic it is. I await a time when I will know. I still believe knowing is possible, even if it is always a knowing that thrives somehow, paradoxically, in the midst of doubt, hunger, longing.

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  • I can never understand Isis and Osiris as a reason to doubt Christianity. To the extent that there are parallels I think they give people more reason to believe in the centrality of Jesus. If God is real and His plan for salvation involves incarnation, death, and resurrection then I would expect all human societies to have their imagination directed towards that in some way.

    I would even say we find echos of Jesus in all the stories people love to tell. Stories of heroes protecting us from evil. Stories of romance where true love wins against amazing odds. Stories of mystery where the truth is uncovered and justice wins. All the stories have elements of the gospel. Does that disprove the gospel? Quite the opposite. It shows we hunger for it.

  • T.Martin Lesh.

    Some serious recommendations ;

    1) Read G.K. Chesterton’s ” Orthodoxy ”

    2) Do an extensive study on the theology of Common Grace and General Revelation *

    3) Drop the Merton etc unless its validation of your agenda you seek rather than the Truth

    4) Read specifically Augustine as well as Luther on the subjects mentioned in #2

    * General Revelation is the single most misunderstood in both directions ( Liberal – Fundamentalist ) Theology … yet being pivotal/crucial to a complete and Orthodox understanding of the Christian Faith . In the papers etc I’ve had published I state clearly that General Revelation is in fact a knife edge that requires careful and systematic study in order to reach a balanced and Orthodox conclusion

  • A gentle and thoughtful examination of your belief. Now, what about your experience of God?

  • Vic

    I hear you when you talk about the hunger. It’s Unamuno’s longing for immortality; it’s St. Augustine’s restless heart; it’s Adrienne Rich’s loneliness in the following lines:

    If I’m lonely
    it’s with the rowboat ice-fast on the shore
    in the last red light of the year
    that knows what it is, that knows it’s neither
    ice nor mud nor winter light
    but wood, with a gift for burning.

    Believe me, I’m no stranger to the hunger.

    Black Pete,
    The experience I often have when listening to music is the closest thing I’ve ever come to what I believe you’re talking about when you ask about my experience of God–those brief encounters in which eternity seems to open and let you get a fleeting glimpse before it snaps back shut.

  • As someone who has prayed for Leukemia and seen it healed and then subsequently prayed for my own little brother to only watch cancer snuff him out like a birthday candle in a snow storm I can say that the tension between the known and the unknown has the potential to create a chasm for your faith to fall endlessly into…

    Its this tension that makes us human…the planets, the creation, the dog or cat in your lap, they have no such tension…its only the “Angel-beast” to quote Bruce Cockburn that struggles with this enigma…

    Faith is the evidence of things NOT seen…but I would remind everyone that even the pixels on the screen that you read were once just an idea in somebody elses mind…faith has an inward eye that causes us to go into a much larger Kingdom.

    I think the genius of God is to let us journey without the training wheels attached…this way He gets to see what is really in our hearts by the way we choose either wonder or complaint…

    For me…the awe of enjoying the unknown keeps the chasm closed and safe to walk upon…the minute I doubt His goodness the chasm opens up and my descent into doubt leaves me tired and unhappy…

    Sure there’s lots of evidence of all sorts of things but we… understand… by… faith…the worlds…were…created…

    Our planet is based on faith…there will never be empirical unimpeachable evidence one way or another…those that need such things are on the wrong planet.

  • Read Swedenborg: Arcana Coelestia, Divine Love and Wisdom, True Christian Religion. He explains it all–the universality of all faiths and mythologies. Suzuki called him The Buddha of the North.