Gospel Stories, Myths and Legends

On the week before Christmas in 1941 my grandfather was walking with his two sons to market in downtown Pottstown, Pennsylvania. It had snowed the night before and the roads were too icy to drive. That’s why they were walking. As they crossed the river bridge a coal truck turned on to the bridge. The bridge was icy and the driver lost control. The truck slid forward toward my grandfather and his sons. He saw what was happening, pushed the boys out of the way, but was himself crushed by the careening coal truck. Passers by folded his body into the back seat of a car and rushed him to hospital, but as they did his broken ribs punctured his internal organs and the doctors could do nothing for him. As he lay dying on Christmas Day my grandmother kept vigil by his bedside. Then he awoke for a moment from his unconscious state. He recognized his wife, squeezed her hand and they prayed together. Then he smiled and looked up into the corner of the hospital room. His face brightened and she said he looked young again. He said quietly, “Look! look! Don’t you see them? They’re so beautiful!” Then his head fell back on the pillow and he was gone.

This is a true story, but on what level is it true? On one level it is a factual account of a historical event which took place seventy years ago. My mother still has the news clippings. My two uncles are still living and can tell the tale. In my re-telling I may have missed some details or got the words a bit wrong, but when I do my mother is quick to correct me.

If we compare this true story to the stories of the gospels we can assess in what way the gospels might also be true. The comparison is illuminating because of the passage of time. My story of my grandfather’s death seventy some years ago is being remembered and told today. The gospel stories were re-told and then recorded only thirty to forty years after the events.

In treating the stories, there are facts to be recorded, and then there is interpretation of the facts. My mother and my uncles readily correct the details if I get them wrong because the details are important. For those for whom the stories are precious, the facts are precious because the people involved are precious. These are fragile and beloved events. Those who experienced them do not want them embroidered or exaggerated.

However, there is also the interpretation of the events. There is a redemptive theme to the true story. My grandfather laid down his life for his sons. My grandmother soldiered through the depression and war years as a young widow. Her courage and hard work and abiding love for her husband became an example of goodness, loyalty and faith in our family. These teaching elements are woven through the story and spring from the story and its aftermath. There is more. There is also a supernatural element to the story. For those who believe, my grandfather had a glimpse of heaven before he went there. He saw the angels who were ready to welcome him home.

This story “works on us as myth” because my grandfather (who I never knew) has become an iconic figure in our family history. The heroic story of his noble self sacrifice inspires us and encourages us to follow his example. We identify with him as the hero. As husbands and fathers we want to be as noble, courageous, good and true as we believe he was. This is the way myths work–the hero gets into us and we get into him. His story lives on in us.

For those who do not believe it might be suggested that this last part of the story was a “mythological element” that had intruded into the telling of the story by later generations who had come to venerate my grandfather as a saintly and self sacrificial hero. The true and tragic story, they would say, had become legend and legend had become myth. Others who are more doubtful might suggest (after the passing of a few more generations) that the story (because it had mythological elements) was completely myth. It was something made up by the family members to elevate my grandfather’s status.

They suggest that this was the way the gospels evolved. Jesus of Nazareth did certain things that seemed miraculous. Before long those elements were exaggerated and the Gentile church made him into a divine figure like the other man-gods in their culture. It’s a plausible theory if you don’t know very much about the Jews and New Testament culture.

The problem is the Jews were a very hard headed and practical people. They had no time for the myths and legends of the pagans. In fact, the pagan religions were the chief enemy and it was blasphemy to imagine that a man could be God. This is why the witness of St Paul–whose remarkable writings are the earliest New Testament documents–is so astounding. Here is a well educated and thoroughly trained Jewish theologian who goes completely against his religion and says that “Christ Jesus was in the form of God” or “Christ is the image of the unseen God” or “Jesus Christ is Lord of Heaven and Earth.”

These claims are made before his death in the mid-60s. Just thirty years after the death of Christ. The “mythological elements” therefore were in place well within the memory of those who were witnesses to the events of Christ’s life. Furthermore, when the gospels are studied in depth it becomes clear that dozens of examples woven into the heart of the stories themselves reveal Jesus Christ as God. These are all the more believable because they are woven into the ordinary actions and words of Christ rather than something attached to the story later as an accretion.

One example is the story of the healing of the paralytic man: Jesus doesn’t just heal the man. He forgives his sins. The Pharisees say quite rightly, “Who does he think he is? Doesn’t he know that God alone can forgive sins?” Christ’s words and actions reveal his divinity rather than it being a later addition to a memorable story. This is like the supernatural element in the story of my grandfather’s death. It is part of the story and it really happened that way. The supernatural took place within the natural world.

This is why any comparison of the Jesus stories to pagan myth simply doesn’t stand up. Those who say that the stories of Jesus are like the stories of Attis or Horus or Dionysius have clearly not read either the gospels or the ancient myths. Here’s an example: some would like to suggest that the birth of Horus (because it was a miraculous birth) was a “Virgin Birth” and therefore the Christians borrowed the story from the pagans. Stop and look at the Horus story: His mother Isis the river goddess gathered the dismembered parts of the body of her husband Osiris, but she couldn’t find his penis so she fashioned a golden penis and impregnated herself and conceived Horus–and this is typical of the outlandish nature of totally mythological stories.

The story of the conception of Jesus Christ is admittedly a supernatural story–an angel appears to a girl and she becomes pregnant by an act of God, but this is nothing like the pagan myths. It is much more like the story of my grandfather’s death–an ordinary situation is transformed by a supernatural occurrence. This world is interrupted by the other world, and so transformed.

That such true stories can become legend and then work on us as myth is illustrated by the story of my grandfather’s death–and examples could be multiplied endlessly–and each one shows how the gospel stories work as well: that they work on us like myths, except that they really happened.

Finally, we mustn’t pretend that the gospel is limited to this natural “mythic way of working”. The Catholic religion is more than following a collection of inspiring stories. Because Jesus Christ was God incarnate his power and working in the world is constant and active. Added to the “inspiring stories” is the abiding presence of the Holy Spirit and the graces which come through faith and the sacraments of the church….but that is another story.

 

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  • Chris Rideout

    This is a moving and cogent case for the veracity of the Gospels, as it is for similar historical events. I would say this also applies to the careful collection of Hadoth stories following the death if Muhammad. (I am not Muslim and I am not asserting any truth of Islam.)

    • Fr. Dwight Longenecker

      Yes, the historical stories of other religions can also function as myth.

  • Jes

    I would add in the case of pagan myths, that while the gods had many children, usually they were concieved by rape or seduction rather than virign birth. Mary’s free consent, and in fact that she was asked, was radical.
    Horus’ conception was unusual, but both his parents were ‘gods’ and his mother wasn’t a virign. He didn’t become man either, he was also a god, so really, it is nothing like Jesus.

  • Mary

    Many of the Apostles and disciples died ignominious death, men do not die in this manner because of a myth. After the Resurrection they stood firm in their faith and preached under persecution, threats of incarceration and death, yet they never wavered. Saul who was persecuted and killed Christians converts after an encounter with the Lord amends his life and becomes St Paul one of the greatest Saints of the Church. History tells as Paul was well to do, well educated, a ardent traveler and a Roman Citizen. He too did not change his life based on a myth. Because we are given free will the greatest miracle God performs is the conversion of a soul . Later in Christianity we encounter the Scholar Augustine, he as well undergoes a great spiritual transformation and later becomes a Priest, Bishop and Doctor of the Church. I would say anyone believing these men changed their lives, some experiencing martyrdom based on a myth should ask of themselves would they amend their lives and die for a myth? The answer I am sure will be an overwhelming NO!

  • Jadie

    The story brought tears to my eyes. How many of us have been beneficiaries of the selfless acts of others? Your grandfather truly illustrates St. Paul’s statement “To live is Christ, and to die is gain”.

    Your treatment of the mythic workings of the true stories found in the gospels is both logical and cogent and useful for apologetics. However, what I will take away from this entry is the story of your grandfather. I don’t know if I should pray to or for him, but I will do both. As a matter of fact, I just did.

    • Fr. Dwight Longenecker

      Thanks! His name is Ralph Keen.

  • Moreana

    Is it “myth” week on Patheos this week? The gospels are history; they record historical events. As the commenter notes above, people don’t die for myths the way the first apostles did, or their followers. Where you write, “Jesus of Nazareth did certain things that seemed miraculous. Before long those elements were exaggerated and the Gentile church made him into a divine figure like the other man-gods in their culture.,” can you tell me which elements were “exaggerated”? And the Gentile church made him into a divine figure?

    • Fr. Dwight Longenecker

      Please re-read the post carefully. In the section you quote I am explaining how non believers view the gospels. What I have written is not my belief, but an explanation of their beliefs.

  • http://www.scarfknitting.com Alice Seidel

    My grandfather was a very faithful Polish Catholic. In 1959 when he was dying at the age of 57, he was comatose near the end of his life. At one point he awakened and according to my mother who was there with my grandmother and my father, my grandfather brought his arm out from under the bedcovers and stared at it for the longest time, as if looking at a wrist-watch. Then he said “it’s 12:31″.
    Actually, it was more like 9:00 in the morning and they told him to not worry about what time it was. A few days after his passing when funeral arrangements were being made, they found out that his grave number in the cemetery was number 1231.
    There are things in this world that we will never understand. There is a God and he watches over us always. I feel His love in many things and in many ways.

  • Moreana

    I stand corrected. What threw me was your earlier comment about seeing “in what way the gospels may also be true” in relation to the private experience of your grandfather. moving story.

  • Susan Fox

    What a lovely way to bring us a myth, remembered for us by those who were there. Myth is often maligned as fiction, instead of transcendent reality. I believe that comes from a misunderstanding of what myth is or what I believe should be considered myth. Without reality, a story can’t really be a myth. Reading “Mythology,” the stories of fictitious, magical god creatures and their escapades, was one of the great joys of my childhood. Pegasus, Icarus, Pandora, et al, shaped my understanding of reality, but I never thought of those stories as real. So I didn’t learn what myth really was and when I heard people speak of the myths of Christian belief, I was confused. Then I learned to discern the mythic from the magic.
    I love the mythic element of grand stories of human experience, enlarged and sanctified by God’s grace into reality that is often truly larger than life. Pagan and other stories told as transcendent reality are only as mythic as their actual reality. When they diverge from actual human experience and it’s honest blood, sweat and tears, laughter and love, life and death, stories are often indeed entertaining and even capable of illuminating great concepts, but doesn’t make them myth in the sense that I understand it.
    Thanks for reminding me how much I love myth.

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