“This Life: Secular Faith & Spiritual Freedom”

“This Life: Secular Faith & Spiritual Freedom” September 24, 2019

Martin Hägglund (1976 – ), originally from Sweden, is a professor of Comparative Literature and Humanities at Yale University. He opens his book This Life: Secular Faith and Spiritual Freedom with a poignant epigram from Wuthering Heights (1847), Emily Brontë’s only novel:

If I were in heaven…I should be extremely miserable…. I dreamt, once, that I was there…. Heaven did not seem to be my home; and I broke my heart with weeping to come back to earth; and the angels were so angry that they flung me out, into the middle of the heath on the top of Wuthering Heights, where I awoke sobbing for joy.

If I think back to the perspective of my theologically conservative childhood faith, that quote is extraordinarily challenging. How could one be miserable in heaven? Heaven is supposed to be the ultimate “good place,” with harps and wings, mansions for everyone, and streets paved with gold. If you were in heaven, how could you long to return to Earth? I was taught that this world was a vale of tears due to the inevitable losses of this finite human life in which we find ourselves—whereas heaven would be a place with no loss, only praise and rapture. But for Brontë’s character it was awakening in this life and this world that caused her to be overwhelmed with joy.

Along these lines, there was a moment in my childhood sometime during middle school, when I had an unexpected moment of clarity about my childhood congregation’s teachings about heaven. I suddenly realized: Wait, I don’t think any of these folks really believe deep down all this business about having eternity in heaven. Or if they do, they certainly seem to be hedging their bets here on Earth.

Here’s the thing: they told me to read the Bible,  and I actually did—and then I start to notice inconsistencies. For instance, I found myself bothered by a particular passage in the sixth chapter of the Gospel of Matthew that says:

19 “Do not lay up for yourselves treasures on earth, where moth and rust destroy and where thieves break in and steal; 20 but lay up for yourselves treasures in heaven, where neither moth nor rust destroys and where thieves do not break in and steal. 21 For where your treasure is, there your heart will be also.

But when I looked around, I saw a whole lot of adults storing up treasure on earth. And my increasingly skeptical adolescent brain thought, if you all really believed that you had, at most, 80-120 years here on Earth compared to a literal eternity in heaven, then wouldn’t you sell all your earthly possessions (as Jesus’s earliest followers) did, spend the rest of your life serving the “least of these,” and earn some stars to garnish your heavenly crown to come?

Now, I will confess that I, of course, don’t definitively know what happens after we die. As I have shared with you in previous posts there are some interesting theories out there related to what Jung called the Collective Unconscious (which is perhaps connected to how our individual consciousnesses emerge and which our consciousness might merge back into in some form even after we have “shuffled off this mortal coil”). I also have been doing this ministry thing long enough to have had people share with me a significant number of stories about weird, uncanny experiences around trauma, death, and dying.

Taking all of that into consideration, part of what I nevertheless appreciate most about Hägglund’s book is his emphasis on what we do know: this life, in the way we currently know and experience it, is finite (4). And there also is a real possibility that when we die, that’s it: lights out. So a major takeaway from Hägglund’s view is to make the most of this life that we know we do have right now while we still have it.

Hägglund actually ratchets up the stakes one notch further, inviting us to consider whether we would even enjoy eternal life if such were possible. Quoting another scholar, he makes the case that:

If one—anyone—tries to imagine [their] existence stretching forward not merely 300 years, but 300,000 or 300 million or 300 billion, or whatever (immortality, “world without end,”) these lengths of time are but a beginning), it will soon…become impossible to retain any sense of a recognizable structure of human emotions, reactions, intentions, aspirations, interrelations, etc. (203-204)

Hägglund assumes that this argument will convince his reader that living forever would be undesirable. Are you convinced? For what it’s worth, if given the opportunity, I’d be open to giving it a shot. And I’m not alone. There’s a whole burgeoning field of transhumanism exploring just that possibility for the distant day when technology might make such a possibility an option. (Consider, for example, the Black Mirror episode, “San Junipero.”)

For now, I appreciate the case Hägglund does make for what he calls secular faith: putting your trust, your devotion not in an afterlife or a next world, but in this life and in this world (5). His other primary emphasis is spiritual freedom: creating systems in which we finite humans can choose what we should do with the limited time we have (12).

Along these lines, when someone says that they have to do something, I’m occasionally reminded of the fierce motto of New Hampshire: “Live Free or Die.” Do I have to do ______? I sometimes want to say, “All I have to do is live free or die.” But there is immense power in what I (or we) choose to do with whatever freedom we have (27).

One contemporary exemplar that Hägglund explores of what it can mean to embrace the full reality of this life in which we find ourselves is Norwegian author Karl Knausgård (1968 –  ) He is most well known for his six-volume autobiographical series titled My Struggle which he completed almost a decade ago in 2011. Over the course of an astounding 3,600 pages, he undertakes an incredibly close study of his actual life “no matter how quotidian, painful, or intimate the details may be….”:

We spend many pages going grocery shopping, pushing baby prams in the city, and attending to daily exchanges with his children—all rendered with a fidelity to everyday life that neither idealizes nor deprecates the experiences in question (90-91).

Full disclosure: as I have heard about this global bestselling series over the past decade, part of me couldn’t help thinking, “That sounds terrible.” But when I keep hearing rave reviews, including from other favorite authors such as Zadie Smith—who has said she “needs the next installment like crack”—I find myself curious as to what this series is about.

And to be fair, the point is not a narcissistic obsession with one person’s life. Rather, the goal is to point you back to your own life:

When he dedicates twenty pages to exchanges over breakfast with his daughters on a rainy Wednesday morning—or seeks to pry open every sensation and emotion that resonated in his twelve-year-old self on the way home from swim practice one particular winter night—he is not simply imposing his life on us. He is teaching us (and himself) how we can remember what we tend to forget. By describing the quotidian [the everyday] in painstaking detail, he opens our eyes to how much is going on even during days when nothing seems to happen. And by resuscitating his former selves, he sensitizes us to memories that can open painful wounds but also bring us back to life. (92)

He is directing us back to our always diminishing number of opportunities to make the most out of this life and this world. As Thoreau wrote in Walden: “ I wanted to live deep and suck out all the marrow of life.”

I should perhaps add at least briefly that Knausgård’s  series is wholly idiosyncratic or unprecedented. What he’s set out to do in many ways is a twenty-first century version of the French writer Marcel Proust’s (1871-1922) seven-volume, 3,000-page series In Search of Lost Time (À la recherche du temps perdu). Like Knausgård, Proust:

can dwell on the experience of falling asleep for more than thirty pages, or seek to distill every nuance of an erotic touch, a flickering memory, an awakening sensation. Through the power of his prose, he wants to sharpen our perception and refine our sense. The aim is not to transport us to another life but to make us genuinely experience the life we are already living (107).

Along these lines, part of what I’m learning in my own meditation practice about the importance not only of waking up (which often refers to peak experiences on the spiritual journey), but also of waking down to the reality of your life (which is where we will always inevitably find ourselves returning).

In addition to this emphasis on embracing the fullness of this life, I also would be remiss if I failed to mention that another huge part of Knausgård’s project is illuminating how we are shaping one another and this world. Traditional religion has often been “other worldly” to the detriment of our human bodies (as if only spirit really matters…) and our planet (as if only heaven really matters…).

Along those lines, I’ve often appreciated The Rev. Dr. Martin Luther King, Jr.’s prophetic words on April 3, 1968 on what turned out to be his final speech, the night before he was killed:

It’s all right to talk about “long white robes over yonder,” in all of its symbolism. But ultimately people want some suits and dresses and shoes to wear down here. It’s all right to talk about “streets flowing with milk and honey,” but God has commanded us to be concerned about the slums down here, and [the] children who can’t eat three square meals a day. It’s all right to talk about the new Jerusalem, but one day, God’s preachers must talk about the New York, the new Atlanta, the new Philadelphia, the new Los Angeles, the new Memphis, Tennessee. This is what we have to do. (376)

More than 50 years later those words seem more prescient than ever.

Although Dr. King was assassinated two years before the first Earth Day, I have no doubt that if he were still alive, then he would been marching side by side with Greta Thunberg and millions of others on Friday in the youth-led global #ClimateStrike. And it is notable and not a coincidence that both Hägglund, the author of This Life, and the young climate activist Greta Thunberg are Swedish, as well as that the obsessed-with-the-details-of-this-life writer Knausgård  is Norwegian. The Nordic European countries in which they were raised have a strong emphasis on this world and this life. And Hägglund’s book concludes with a strong call for more democratic socialism (301-311).

After all, if this life and this planet is all any of us know we have with certainty, then the impulse is more urgent to help ensure that as many people as possible have what the Sixth Principle in my own tradition of Unitarian Universalism calls “The goal of world community with peace, liberty, and justice”—not merely for some—“ but for all.” So may we make the most of this world and this life in our care for ourselves, one another, and this planet.

The Rev. Dr. Carl Gregg is a certified spiritual director, a D.Min. graduate of San Francisco Theological Seminary, and the minister of the Unitarian Universalist Congregation of Frederick, Maryland. Follow him on Facebook (facebook.com/carlgregg) and Twitter (@carlgregg).

Learn more about Unitarian Universalism: http://www.uua.org/beliefs/principles

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