The Transforming Death of God

The Transforming Death of God October 1, 2012
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This is the final post in a series on the death of God. Read part one, The Foolish Death of God and part two, The Orthodox Death of God.

A few weeks ago, I began a series on the death of God, and perhaps, with all this talk of death, you are wondering where is that critical part of the Christian faith called resurrection, without which Paul says we are to be pitied.

And just as I think we re-member, relive, and re-experience the death of God, so too do we experience God resurrected.

It is the central act of Christian worship. Every week, God dies. And every week, God is resurrected. Every week, we touch the living God, the dead God and the resurrected God at table, in the Eucharist.

It is the beginning of the mystery of our faith, not that Christ was resurrected, but that Christ died. In one of the Eucharistic prayers, we proclaim simply the summation of the mystery of the Christian faith. “Christ has died/Christ is risen/Christ will come again.”

We focus on the final two mostly as Christians, but I’m beginning to wonder whether the real mystery — the radical part, the stumbling block and the foolishness — is that Christ has died.

What kind of people, every week, proclaim the death of their God?

And indeed, these are the gifts of God for the people of God, that at the table, there is room for all, whether we see God as crucified and dead only, as alive only without the pain of death, or as always dying, and always living.

The message is always the same to everyone.  Come and eat God. Imbibe the Lord.

Even still, our Christian talk of resurrection, I’m convinced, needs to be tempered. Resurrection and rebirth is not a return to some kind of naivety in which the death of God can be forgotten or softened. So when I speak of the death of God, I do so partly as a corrective to remind us not to force those in the spiritual life to rush through the death of God, eagerly seeking out the assurance of the resurrection without grieving and attempting to wring a happy, uncomplicated ending in the midst of death.

As Christians, part of the journey of faith is experiencing the death of God. It is a grieving, painful experience. A few friends, commenting on my previous two posts on this subject, explained that while the talk made them somewhat uncomfortable, they had indeed experienced God in a similar fashion.

If you are Christian, God will die. And God will die again. It is stitched into the fabric of our faith. That death, just as it was for the disciples when Jesus died, will be painful, disorienting, traumatic.

Perhaps this is why I have been reluctant at times in my own life of faith. I find God reminding me that the death of God is coming again, that God will again leave me. And just as when Jesus foretold of his own death and his own coming absence, the disciples resisted, attempting to dissuade him.

Because ultimately, we don’t want a God who dies.

Jesus response couldn’t be more clear, however. “Get behind me, Satan,” he says to those of us who, like me, resist the death of God.

The death of God is a stumbling block, and our resistance to it transforms us into stumbling blocks for God.

But we resist it for good reason. The death of God makes a return to “normalcy” impossible. It wounds us just as it wounds God. Death changes what God is and what God can be within the Christian story. Jesus is different, simultaneously limited and more-than in the resurrection stories. He has a real corporal body that is ephemeral, slippery and elusive, transubstantiated. A body that eats but vanishes. A body that walks the earth, but walks through walls and locked doors. It is a corporal body glimpsed in the lost, liminal traveler on the road to Emmaus, a poor fisherman on the beach cooking breakfast, a prisoner in jail, the hungry, thirsty and oppressed. It is a corporal body that is everywhere and nowhere all at once because the resurrected God is all of us.

It is the host, lifted up, pinched between fingers, parted lips, transubstantiated with saliva and gastric acid, moving through my body as I move through the world, it becoming me, me becoming it, before being released smelling of the shit of humanity, of that which we’d rather not think on.

And so when the bread is placed in palms upturned, Christ is risen, Christ has come again, but only by death.

And just as Christ rises each week, so to does he die.

There is not one death. There are many.

There is not one resurrection. There are many.

Christ has died. Thanks be to God.

Christ has risen. Thanks be to God.


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  • I wonder how many new converts are lost because of this. How many are lead astray by those who should be a guide because of the struggle on this key topic.

    What I mean to say is that His Death is central to our faith yet, many are so uncomfortable with the meaning of His Death that, as you mention, the death of God is overshadowed, intentionally or not, by the resurrection. For those among us that are a bit more mature in our faith, yes I’m counting myself in that group, it is, well I don’t want to say easier, how to put this? I can approach Jesus Christ and see the I Am, not as God or man, both. Just as then, we now, are fearful of the Christ as Man in what it means. Even Paul his beloved didn’t understand and was fearful. But why? Why did Paul fear for Christ? It might just be because he wanted desperately to avoid encountering God as Man, if he is to die might this also mean that he is not whom he says he is? Grief, pain and fear caused Paul to deny Christ three times but fear was chief among those. I would argue the fear within Paul was less so about the fear of his fellow man more a fear of what he had chosen to believe. It was death that forced him to decide. Faith is a choice. I must choose to believe.

    My prayer is that our discomfort and fear gives way to declarations of faith and guidance to those that might be struggling.

    As for the shit of humanity, agreed, the world that Man creates can be quite horrid. But this world is not about perfection or even peace. There is always the lion and the sheep. The hunter and the hunted. Life and Death. Joy and Pain. Those of us who choose to look at the reality of the world rather than a cooked up false reality look to Christ not as a protection from anguish but comfort through it. The comfort that comes from knowing that God is with us.

    • p.s. another awesome post.. like I mentioned on other posts I have some catching up to do. Thank you and bless you for thought provoking writings. Looking forward to you first book.

  • Clevie

    I don’t understand the meaning of God dies and will die again. Christ is alive – He is resurrected and by his resurrection He lives and He will come again. Who said He is dead? He is alive in the Eucharist which renews us each week. He’s not dead when we receive it – we are alive and it is his true body and blood. He was divine and human – and the human part of Him died, but his divinity is alive and well. He will come again and every eye will see Him.