More on the Damnably Foolish Virgins

UPDATE: there are Harry Potter spoilers in the comments section.  If this is a problem for you, don’t read my reply to Christian H or anything that follows.

Thanks a lot to everyone who weighed in with exegesis of the parable of the ten virgins.  More perpectives and references are quite welcome.  Several people said it was impossible (physically and metaphorically) for the wise virgins to save the foolhardy ones; no mortal can fully redeem another person.  A number of people took this as a jumping off point to talk about the limits of self-sacrifice.  dbp thought the lesson might be:

People should always, first and foremost, be concerned with maintaining their own holiness, even if it comes at the cost of not trying to make others more holy.

This is a very interesting proposition, and summons up for me both C.S. Lewis’s The Great Divorce and the semi-pagan tradition of sin-eaters.  In Lewis’s meditiation on Heaven and Hell, he tries to explain how the saved can be perfectly happy, even while their loved ones remain in hell. In the chapter of the Lady, the Dwarf, and the Tragedian, a saintly woman rebukes the shade of her earthly lover:

Stop it. Stop… using pity, other people’s pity, in the wrong way. Pity was meant to be a spur that drives joy to help misery. But it can be used the wrong way round. It can be used for a kind of blackmailing. Those who choose misery can hold joy up to ransom, by pity…

Did you think joy was created to live always under that threat? Always defenceless against those who would rather be miserable than have their self-will crossed? …You made yourself really wretched. That you can still do. But you can no longer communicate your wretchedness. Everything becomes more and more itself. Here is joy that cannot be shaken. Our light can swallow up your darkness: but your darkness cannot now infect our light. No, no, no. Come to us. We will not go to you.

So perhaps the idea here is that the wise virgins are incapable of compromising their light for the sake of those who were unprepared, because the unrighteous are not permitted to endanger the joy of the righteous.  Lewis presents a much stronger formulation of this idea: in heaven, it is impossible for the foolish to diminish the wise.  On earth, and in the parable, the principle seems closer to the lifeguard rule: you can’t put yourself in serious danger to save a drowning person.

It’s the exact opposite of the 19th century tradition of sin-eaters in England and Wales.  Sin-eaters took on the burden of a dying person’s sins by eating a crust of bread that was passed to them over the body, readying the patient for heaven.  The practice died out (and was never officially sanctioned) but you can spot it’s modern analogues anytime someone talks about “having the courage to get our hands dirty.”  It’s the spirit of a revolutionary who seeks to bring about a new world that would abhor the things he did to achieve it.

It’s easy to reject these choices in the abstract, but if you took personal purity as the highest good, it’s hard to avoid becoming a hermit.  At the very least, I imagine rejecting sin-eating might make it hard to sustain any kind of Christian Just War theory.  How could preserving the physical and temporal well-being of yourself and others trump the danger of training yourself to look at another human through gunsights?

What kind of schema do you use to decide when you’re getting in too deep?  I tend to use pretty parsimonious weighting (after all, one of the perils of being an atheist is that there’s no supernatural force to heal you when you break).  For Christians, does your faith lead you to be more reckless/profligate/trusting when it looks like helping someone else out of the hole could endanger your soul?

The Damnation of the Foolish Virgins

I’m always disappointed when a Mass reading has a perplexing or counterintuitive section, and the priest chooses to focus his sermon on the more obvious moral.  Luckily, I’ve got you commenters to turn to for exegesis, so maybe you’d like to take a crack at Matthew 25:1-13.

For the Gospel selection at Sunday’s Mass, the priest read Jesus’s parable of the wise and foolish virgins.  In the story, ten virgins go out waiting for the bridegroom but only five were wise enough to bring enough oil to last through the night.  All the women fell asleep, and when the bridegroom finally approached, only the five who had prepared has enough oil left to light their lamps.  I’ll let the text take it from there:

The foolish ones said to the wise, ’Give us some of your oil, for our lamps are going out.’
But the wise ones replied, ’No, for there may not be enough for us and you. Go instead to the merchants and buy some for yourselves.’
While they went off to buy it, the bridegroom came and those who were ready went into the wedding feast with him. Then the door was locked.
Afterwards the other virgins came and said, ’Lord, Lord, open the door for us!’
But he said in reply, ’Amen, I say to you, I do not know you.’

Jesus introduces this as a metaphor for the Kingdom of Heaven, but, I’ve gotta say, the response of the wise virgins seems a trifle unchristian to me.  This parable feels like the polar opposite of the Parable of the Onion from The Brothers Karamazov (I am aware that Dostoevsky isn’t technically scripture, though Tristyn of Eschatological Psychosis may disagree).

I’m not put off just because this scripture reads anti-universalist (though I’ve been persuaded by Richard Beck and others that universalism is at least logically compatible with Christianity and possibly logically necessitated by it).  It’s the coldness of the five women turning their backs on the others, jealously guarding their oil and light and then being welcomed by the Christ-figure while the others are cast out.

Anyone have an explanation or exegesis?  For bonus points, can anyone tell me if this parable is ever connected with the story of the miracle of Hannukah, where a tiny quantity of oil burned for eight days and nights?  It’s strange to contrast that story of Old Testament G-d’s mercy and abundance with New Testament Jesus’s rigidity.  (Especially when I usually think of those attributes going the other way round).

Now to ‘Scape the Scapular

The Bright Maidens (a blogging network of young Catholic women) are writing about scapulars this week, and I figured I’d poke my nose in. A scapular is a piece of cloth worn around the neck. It is a sacramental (an instrument of grace, like holy water or some blessed medals). The one all the bloggers seem to be focusing on is the Scapular of Our Lady of Mount Carmel (also called the brown scapular).

The virtue of this scapular was supposed to have been revealed to St. Simon Stock in 1251 when an apparition of Mary told him:

Take, beloved son, this scapular of the order as a badge of my confraternity and for you and all Carmelites a special sign of grace; whoever dies in this garment, will not suffer everlasting fire. It is the sign of salvation, a safeguard in dangers, a pledge of peace and of the covenant

To the best of my knowledge, the Catholic Church has not certified or denied that the brown scapular is a Get-Out-of-Hell free card, but it’s easy to see how people get that idea. I find this strain of salvation theory to be totally bizarre.

The scapular smacks of gamesmanship, the same kind of weird salvation-optimization that led people to delay baptizing their children on the grounds that they would be a waste to cleanse innocent children of sins. Better to put the sacrament on hold until the children were past the age of reason and preferably in imminent danger, so it would have maximum salvic impact.

It’s pretty easy to make a negative, reducto ad absurdum case against this soteriological approach. The last time it came up. I was arguing with a relentlessly optimizing Catholic who admitted, by his own logic, he should prefer the world where I died as an infant to the one it looks like we’re living in, where I remain an atheist for my whole life. In fact, in this framework, this blog, and my RCIA attendance are essentially a high-stakes gamble. If I converted, he’d be delighted, but if all this studying doesn’t take, I might have damned myself by destroying any case for an invincible ignorance exemption.

Even working from within the Catholic set of axioms, I think there’s a positive case that accepting this kind of salvation theory would put it in conflict with a better model. Purgatory doesn’t need to be defined as a punishment – the kind of thing you want to ransom yourself from – it can be a crucible. Burning off the dross might be painful, but that’s a side effect of the actual goal of refining your character.

Trista, one of the Bright Maidens, shared an anecdote about a scapular-wearing woman who believed that the sacramental would result in Mary plucking people out of Purgatory ‘early.’ Sign on to that worldview, and you’ve put arriving in Heaven as the telos of your theology instead of dressing up as Christ.

If you make your pitch on the niceties of the afterlife instead of the formation of character, don’t be surprised when you lose people to Valhalla.