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Saturday, March 09, 2013

NH 4000 Footer Essay (Pt. 5): Hiking Paths and Moments of Transfiguration

What follows is part five of a five-part essay I'm writing for the NH 4000 Footer Club.  You can find part one here, part two here, part three here and part four here.

From Zeacliff in early morning fog, August 2012.
It's good to be almost done with this thing... it took me over eight years to hike all of New Hampshire's forty-eight four thousand foot mountains, and at a number of points, it felt like it might take nearly as long to write this essay.  But here am I, sitting in Queens nursing a coffee and looking at a blank screen nearly six months after summitting Mount Carrigain, trying to figure out how to conclude... how to write part five of five.  My general thesis when I started this whole thing, as stated in part one was: "the paths we trod in life simply serve as vehicles through which we realize the growth (or potential for growth) already stirring within and around us," an idea I still agree with.  Another key point I made in part one concerned the presence of God in the mountains: "Unfortunately, while I often marveled at Her handiwork during my mountaintop experiences, God Herself didn't seem to really want to show up... or at least it felt that way."

The path up Bondcliff, August 2012.
While I did find God over my many hikes in the Whites, although as typical, She didn't show up where I expected.  And actually, it shouldn't be all that surprising that God was around in the mountains... think about how much Jesus liked hanging out on them.  The Sermon on the Mount was well, preached from a mount.  On the night of his betrayal, shortly before his death and resurrection, Jesus visits the Mount of Olives.  Perhaps the most amazing story of Christ on the mountaintop however is the The Transfiguration.  Referenced in three of the four canonical gospels (and perhaps referenced in the other), the transfiguration is the story of Jesus taking Peter, James and John up an unnamed mountain and becoming ablaze in a bright light, shining with all the glory of God.  Elijah and Moses then decide to show up as well.  From one perspective, its the moment where God most revels Herself in Christ to humankind.  Predictably humankind however can't handle God in all Her glory... Peter tries to control the situation and asks to make three tents for Elijah, Moses and Jesus so the moment can last longer.  Before Peter really even finishes making his proposition, God proclaims, “This is my Son, whom I love; with him I am well pleased. Listen to him!”  The disciples fall to the ground, and when they get up, the moment is over... Elijah and Moses are gone and Jesus is back to normal.

What I've realized, is that in a more limited sense, moments of transfiguration happen all the time in the mountains.  They're fleeting and impossible to seek out yes, but they're there, and for me at least, these moments of transfiguration don't come from gazing at the beauty of the forest or far reaching vistas... they take place in momentary and miraculous connection with the Other.  Said in less theological student language, I experience the glory of God in the mountains in moments of deep connection with another human being.  Christ is not only the intermediary between humankind and God, but also between us all... the brief moments when we see Christ in others are the only times when we can truly connect, when we can truly know what another person is all about.  And for me, these moments of transfiguration, these moments when the glory of God even in a limited way shows up in the face of another human being, are most likely to take place while atop the high places of creation.

Atop Bondcliff, August 2012.
Working with Calumet campers at the Mizpah Springs Hut, hiking the Southern Presidentials with a loved one and summiting Mount Isolation with a best friend... there were transfiguration moments on those paths.  Taking a short stroll to the top of Cannon Mountain after my first week of seminary with another close friend, essentially climbing up a waterfall with three folks to bag Moosilauke during one of the best months of my life, conquering the horseshoe of the Northern Presidentials with my brother... there were transfiguration moments on those paths.  And while hiking alone but also while waiting out a late summer storm in the Guyot Shelter with two middle-aged women who couldn't have been more in love and while speaking with an eighty year old man near the summit of Owl's Head who had just bagged his last 4000 footer with his adult son... there were transfiguration moments on those paths.

I had many moments of transfiguration while hiking the many paths and summits of New Hampshire's White Mountains, moments where I saw the glory of God in the face of the Other.  And all these moments of transfiguration helped me realize the growth that was taking place within and all around me.  And because of all these moments of transfiguration, I am truly blessed.

Dustin is currently a vicar at the Lutheran Office for World Community and Saint Peter's Church in Manhattan, having recently completed his second year of a Masters of Divinity program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.

Saturday, December 15, 2012

NH 4000 Footer Essay (Pt. 4) Mount Zealand, Mount Bond and Mount Twin

Given the tragic shootings that took place in Newtown, Connecticut yesterday, it's hard to think about much else.  After a day of shared tears and prayers though, I needed a bit of escape, so I decided to write...  What follows is part four of a five-part essay I'm writing for the NH 4000 Footer Club.  You can find part one here, part two here and part three here.

As I awoke to a fading blanket of stars in the early morning hours of August 25th, 2012, I was definitely ready for a bit of a walk...  With only a few days left of what had seemed a nearly endless summer, it was time to finish my list of the New Hampshire's big mountains, but in order to do so, I needed to put in at least twenty-two miles to bag Mount Zealand and the three peaks of Mount Bond before heading back to my car.  An optional exit route over Mount Twin's two peaks beckoned in the distance as well, if I felt confident enough that a friend could pick me up at the trailhead and give me a lift back to my car.  Back in the real world away from familiar landscape of the White Mountains, things had certainly changed from a year earlier when I last set off on a very long hike, that time to conquer the northern presidentials with my brother (see part three).  Having a new serious love in my life and after finishing a second year of seminary, I suppose I was year older, a year wiser and certainly less lonely, but also less happy.

A beaver pond off Zealand Trail, 2012.
My previous summer, life had new, a blank canvas sort of feel as I finally broke out of the darkness following my mother's death.  This summer, as I prepared to set off for my internship year in NYC, the walls were closing in.  It felt like young adulthood and the freedom associated with that period of life was coming to end, something I wasn't quite yet ready to accept... the beginning of a lifelong career as a pastor, marriage, kids maybe... I spent much of the summer seeing these things approaching in the distance and thus cramming in as much adventure as possible.  After an amazing month spent hiking the Colorado Rockies and a visit to Yellowstone, I returned to New Hampshire determined to finish up its infamous list of forty-eight 4000 foot mountains.  Unfortunately, as the objective wasn't enjoying God's good creation but checking names off a list, many of my hikes were rushed and done solo... more like a two month long scavenger hunt than a series of beautiful journeys.

Early morning on Zeacliff, 2012.
My long walk over Zealand, the Bonds and eventually the Twins was a solo hike as well, and given that I had hiked three other mountains over the previous three days, I was already tired before even hitting the trail.  In order to cover the necessary twenty-two miles before sunset, I started out a bit before sunrise, running the first two and a half miles of the Zealand Trail through an absolutely beautiful valley.  This part of the trail was familiar terrain (my favorite in the Whites actually), so outside of a quick water stop to chat with a nice older couple I nearly ran into, things were great but uneventful all the way to the beginning of the Twinway up to Zealand Falls Hut.  After a very short but steep climb, I arrived at the hut right as some early risers were eating breakfast.  I took about five minutes to chat with a young father about the joys of hiking with children (no sarcasm intended) and then kept moving onto what would be brand new trail for the rest of my journey.  Completing another quick but tough mile, I arrived at my favorite point of the whole trail, an absolutely epic overlook off of Zeacliff.  With the morning fog billowing out of the valley below me, I couldn't have been happier.

Zealand Summit Sign, 2012.
I said a quick prayer thanking God for Her creation and the gift of a day to enjoy it, and then quickly rushed off instead of staying awhile to fully take in the breathtaking scene... needed to keep on time, of course.  Another mile and a half later saw me bag the day's first mountain: Zealand.  Although its entirely wooded summit offered no views for my effort, it does arguably feature the best summit sign in the White Mountains.  Not too long after leaving Zealand's summit I made it to Mount Guyot, which sort of marked a point of no return for my hike.  A long ridge jutting sharply south from Guyot into the heart of the Pemigewasset Wilderness, Mount Bond's three peaks are some of the most remote of NH's four-thousand footers.  Surrounded by other mountains and miles of forest on all sides, it's also one of the most stunningly beautiful places in New England.  Folks tend to bag the Bonds on a overnight due to the distance, the beauty and the convenience of the nearby Guyot Campsite, but given my lack of gear and companions, a really long day hike had proved necessary.

Bondcliff from Mount Bond, 2012.
Making good time and actually getting some limited cellphone reception, I left a message for my friend to pick me up at the Mount Twin trailhead... he was planning on coming up to hike my final peak the next day (Carrigain), or so I thought, and thus I figured it wouldn't be much of a problem.  After bagging West Bond I made my way through a half mile of thin trees to the highest peak of Mount Bond, and boy, it was awesome!  Bond is one of the few summits in the Whites where you really can't see much human civilization due to its remoteness.  Furthermore, you've got the sharp knife-edge of Bondcliff straight ahead of you to the south... couldn't be more amazing really.  Unfortunately though, it seemed like clouds might be soon rolling in, and given that I didn't really want to get caught above treeline if it rained, I bound quickly back into the trees in order to reach Bondcliff's highpoint (another 4000 foot peak).

On Bondcliff, 2012.
By the time I ran the mile out to Bondcliff and back, it was starting to rain HARD... the sort of hard summer downpour that gets through even the best rain-gear, so I decided to seek shelter at the Guyot Campsite.  I was a bit nervous about doing so as it would cost me a bunch of time, but I simply couldn't make it back out over the open face of Guyot and Mount Twin in such weather.  Soaking wet, I spent about an hour munching granola in a small lean-to at the campsite.  Luckily, the older women I met early that morning had arrived and raised my spirits through telling about their own journey through the Whites together.  Although the rain eventually stopped, the clouds never seemed to burn off... as it was getting late, I had to decide whether to spend a very cold, wet night at the campsite or try to make it across Guyot and Twin in less than ideal weather.  With some persuasion from my two companions, I decided to go for it.  By the time I got back to Guyot, the weather had improved and the two miles across a shallow ridge to South Twin didn't seem all that foreboding... it should of though.  Not long after I made it to the open summit of South Twin, it started to thunder, but instead of thundering above me, it was pretty much AROUND me.

On Mount Guyot toward South Twin, 2012.
I didn't see any lightening really, but boy was I scared... I think I yelled for God to quit it or something with all the thunder, but She kept at it until I made it another mile and a half over North Twin's summit.  Completely aching after almost eighteen miles of hiking and emotionally exhausted after my near-death experience, I gingerly started limping my way down the home stretch of the North Twin Trail.  It was a bit after 5pm by then, so I tried to make the best time I could in order to rendezvous with my friend at the time I planned, but it was definitely slow going.  I eventually came upon a fellow named Ben, who turned out to be the best person in the world.  When I finally got to the trailhead, I heard the news my friend couldn't make it, but Ben, being the best person in the world, drove me over what would have been another ten or so miles of road back to my car... I'm pretty sure he was an angel or something.  Bruised and exhausted, I set up my tent at Zealand Campground and ate a cold can of baked beans, feeling proud of my journey that day... I had covered over twenty-two miles and seven of NH's big peaks after all.  I realized though that after completing my list on Mount Carrigain the next day, I was finished with going fast and especially finished with going solo.  I discovered that I had grown into a place where the beauty of God's creation needed to be shared rather than experienced alone.  I'd like to think I came upon a new understanding of the whole "where two or more are gathered" thing Jesus was talking about this past summer, and I hope to never forget that discovery.

God's peace,
Dustin

Dustin is currently a vicar at the Lutheran Office for World Community and Saint Peter's Church in Manhattan, having recently completed his second year of a Masters of Divinity program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.

Wednesday, November 21, 2012

NH 4000 Footer Essay (Pt. 3): A Northern Presidential Traverse

What follows is part three of the five-part essay I'm writing for the NH 4000 Footer Club.  You can find part one here and part two here.

Sitting in a late-night Starbucks in Queens, my northern presidential traverse in New Hampshire's White Mountains couldn't seem further away... with required-Santa-headgear-tasseled baristas,  purposefully tacky holiday decorations and sombre Elliot Smith tunes pumping over the stereo speakers, the coffeehouse seems wrapped in a warm snuggie of self-aware commercial melancholy.  It's entirely self-reflection inducing and largely familiar in a city that seems dead-set on exuding just that feeling in anticipation of a long, cold winter.

On the presidential range in the summer of '07.
If one hones in though on that notion of reflection in the face of cresting anticipation, my tramp over Mount Madison, Mount Adams, Mount Jefferson and Old Man Washington two summers ago was quite similar.  The seven years between my first summit of NH 4000 footer on Mount Pierce and my day on hadn't treated me that well.  Then a starry eyed high school grad burning with optimism, I had grown into a weathered hospital chaplain.. while my college years at the George Washington University in Washington, DC were largely good ones, near the end of my time there the clouds had certainly rolled in.  My mother and I had been diagnosed with cancer roughly at the same time during the spring of 2008, and while I would eventually receive news of my misdiagnosis with relief, my mom wouldn't fair so lucky... she ended up passing away soon after Christmas that year.  On top of these problems, facing a job search during the worst days of the Great Recession proved difficult, although I eventually was able to a land a less than enjoyably but fairly well paying financial position.  Eventually I figured out I'd like to attend seminary and become a Lutheran pastor, thus beginning what I'd consider a recovery period after the troubles of '08.

Zealand Trail, 2012.
As my brother and I pulled into Dolly Copp campground to prep for our hike two summers ago, it felt like that "recovery period" was ending... I had slowly regained my confidence in the intervening three years and began coming to terms with the anger I felt at the Divine for everything inflicted on my family and I in 2008.  My renewed sense of confidence had emerged in a quieter, calmer manner than that of the innocently joyful days of my youth, but that didn't mean I had lost my playful sense of competition at all... which meant that although my brother Darren had never hiked in the White Mountains before, I was taking him on an introductory march over one of toughest trails in the state.  Darren was probably in better shape than I was, so I knew he could handle it, but I also knew he had no idea what he was about to get into.  Since he seemed to always think himself tougher than me, I figured it was about time to put his notion to the test.  On the other hand, I felt deeply satisfied to be spending a long day hiking with my brother.  We had only become close after my mother's death, so I considered the trip a celebration of our new found closeness... the dynamics of brotherly relationships are interesting, right?

Near the summit of Mount Guyot, 2012.
Starting out around 6:30am, we made okay time up three and a half miles of the Daniel Webster Scout Trail, although Darren was lagging a bit more than I expected.  Once we got out of the trees near Osgood Junction though, he quickly picked up his pace.  Although we had hiked fairly quietly (the stoic awkwardness of two brothers who have not been close still lingered between us), once we attained the ridge, that quickly changed... It was a bright sunny day, and having never been above treeline before, Darren absolutely loved it, yelling out that he couldn't wait to tell his buddies back home in CT about the trip.  The bummer though was that he thought this was near the peak of our adventure, so when I pointed across the Great Gulf at Washington and told him we were following the whole horseshoe-shaped ridge-line all the way around to its summit, Darren wasn't too happy we had that long to go.

After quickly bagging Mount Madison, we headed down into the col to rest awhile and had a late breakfast at Madison Hut.  As familial awkwardness retook us, there was some brief talk about the views, a conversation to which my vain attempt at sounding like an expert about the AMC hut system made a grand addition.  Heading out of the col we passed by Star Lake and joined a large number of hikers heading up to bag Mount Adams.  With Darren once again lagging near the summit, I finally came out and asked him why he was going so slow... that's when an amazing blessing came in the form of a heavy gallon jug of iced-tea Darren thought would be a good idea to bring along on the hike.  As he pulled the jug out of his day-pack and dumped the full gallon out on the side of the trail, swearing his head off all the while, I immediately started chiding him about his mistake, as any good older brother would.  He remained pretty upset with me for the next hour or so, but event completely broke the ice between us- we realized it was okay to be vulnerable around each other for the first time in years, and our relationship has never again descended into silence.

Mount Washington, 2006.
We proceeded to the top of Mount Adams quite quickly, and after descending into Edmunds Col for a short rest, we hastened to summit Mount Jefferson... the ice-tea had definitely slowed us down, and I was increasingly worried we might not make it out to Pinkham Notch before sunset.  I don't remember much about the mad-dash across the final 2.5 miles of ridge line from Jefferson, past Mount Clay and up to the summit of Washington, outside of all the brand new curse-words I learned as Darren yelled most of the way.  We eventually made it to the final summit, and astounding all the motorists who had came up on the auto-road, triumphantly pointed across the Great Gulf toward Osgood Junction to indicate where we started.  Luckily I picked up a flashlight in the summit gift shop, as making our way down Lionhead's as it got dark without one (Tucks was closed for restoration work) would have been less than ideal.  With the awkward gulf between us now gone, on the ride home we were able to reflect about our mom, our emotional recovery process after her passing, and how much we greatly looked toward the future.

God's peace,
Dustin

Dustin is currently a vicar at the Lutheran Office for World Community and Saint Peter's Church in Manhattan, having recently completed his second year of a Masters of Divinity program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.

Saturday, November 03, 2012

NH 4000 Footer Essay (Pt. 2): Overnight at Mizpah

What follows is part two of the five-part essay I'm writing for the NH 4000 Footer Club.  You can find part one here.

My very first trip up one of NH's big peaks took place in 2004 as a young camp counselor taking teenagers to the AMC's Mizpah Spring Hut for Calumet Lutheran Ministries.  Before that first summer I hiked up to Mizpah, the outdoors in general hadn't really ever been my thing.  I had technically been a Boy Scout for years, and even had recently earned my Eagle Scout Badge, but campouts had always been more about building fires, chopping down trees and generally screwing around with a ragtag group of friends than actually enjoying any real hiking through God's creation.  I had also been a camper at Calumet for a few years and counselor the prior summer as well, but even then I was more interested in getting a great tan or flirting with girls than soaking up the untrampled beauty of the White Mountains... when possible, I'd always go on the easy canoe trip with a few campers rather than a hike.

Boy I was goofy.
Upon first hearing I had to help lead an overnight to Mizpah, I was pretty bummed... the trip up the Crawford Path was technically categorized as one of the "hard" hikes Calumet offered, and it additionally meant two days away from my "epic love" that summer.  I was also at nearly the pinnacle of my neo-flower child phase, and thus had great concern about a long day of sweaty hiking messing up my "sweet" bleached-blonde locks.  Eventually though I came to terms with my fate and even heard from a few of my fellow counselors that it was amazing trip. The moss covered forest floor looked like some sort of fairy garden and water from the spring was supposedly the tastiest in the world.

Following my usual practice that summer, I fell asleep during the bus ride to the trailhead despite being responsible for campersI awoke as the bus pulled into Crawford Notch near the AMC's Highland Center to an absolutely beautiful valley all around me... I had never, ever even come to close to seeing such wondrous creation during my Boy Scout trips.  As we headed up the Crawford Path, I quickly realized that it wasn't all that bad, even with the heavy pack on my back.  The kids that usually sign up for the hard hike at Calumet tend to actually like the outdoors, and that definitely seemed to be the case on this trip.

A similar "fairy-garden" on Wildcat Mountain.
Right around hitting the Mizpah Cut-off, things seemed to flatten out pretty substantially AND the fairy garden deal started happening.  Long before getting to a summit, seeing such lush, beautiful forest for the first time already made the trip well worth my effort.  Soon enough though we reached Mizpah Hut and I was once again astounded, this time that such things existed up in the White Mountains.  The clearing around the hut was filled with birds that seemingly lacked any fear of people and I specifically remember hearing Uncle John's Band being played by the hut crew as they started preparing dinner.  Calumet couldn't afford quite such plush accommodations for our group however, so we instead found a couple platforms at the nearby Nauman Tentsite.

Eisenhower, Pierce and Jackson from Mount Monroe.
Once we set up our tents on the assigned platforms, the trip's head counselor quickly suggested we take the "optional" Webster-Cliff trail up to the summit of Mount Pierce.  Most of the campers seemed pretty enthusiastic about the idea, so we grabbed our Nalgenes and headed up a decidedly steep (although short) trail to the summit.  Despite the tough grade, I felt hungry to reach that summit... a feeling I had never felt before, and I remember it sort of surprising me.  

It didn't take our group too long to summit, and since most of us had never been above treeline before, there was a strong sense of camaraderie through our shared experience.  I felt honored to be part of that moment with my campers and fellow counselors, and we stayed above treeline for much of the afternoon.  Mount Eisenhower and even Washington seemed like a close hike away and  I remember wishing we could keep ascending up the Crawford Path to the top of New England... the whole world seemed in front of us, all-embracing and filled with adventure.  Being a sentimental fellow, I quickly realized how this reflected my own life situation as recent high-school grad soon to go off to college for the first time.

After heading back into the trees and down to our tents, I suppose we had dinner, told a few stories and went to bed... I frankly don't remember much more about the trip.  Looking back on it though, that trail up Mount Pierce helped me recognize two things.  First, I realized that much like the ecstasy of looking forward to the summit of Washington for the first time, the joy I felt during my last summer before college, the joy of having a bright, untarnished future ahead of me, was fleeting.  Second, I comprehended the great hunger for future mountaintop experiences within me for the first time.

Dustin is currently a vicar at the Lutheran Office for World Community and Saint Peter's Church in Manhattan, having recently completed his second year of a Masters of Divinity program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.

Saturday, October 13, 2012

NH 4000 Footer Essay (Pt. 1): It's Not the Path That Changes Us

A path over Mount Pleasant.
What follows is part one of the five-part essay I'm writing for the NH 4000 Footer Club.  You can find part two here.

I first heard about having to write this application essay for NH's Four Thousand Footer Club sometime about a third of the way through hiking all of the Granite State's forty-eight peaks, and frankly, I've been trying to figure out what to put down on paper ever since.  I really enjoy pretending to be a good writer and thus I fancied whatever I'd come up with to be a sort of 'road tale,' a frequently employed plot device- sort of coming of age story where the protagonist sets off searching for maturity or meaning and generally ends up finding it... think Huckleberry Finn or in a more contemporary form Easy Rider... even Homer's Iliad, the oldest narrative in the Western canon, reflects much of what's in a road tale.  An inherent part of the road tale though is not just personal growth and discovery, but growth and discovery through experience.  A central message of such stories then is that the road literally does something to you... whether left wounded, reborn or somewhere in between, one cannot help but be changed by the beauties and terrors of the road.

From Mount Tripyramid.
With the grandiose notion of becoming the best White Mountain road tale writer since Brad Washburn lodged firmly in my noggin, I set off on every subsequent hike enthusiastically trying to answer the question "how is this exactly changing me?"  I sure experienced a whole lot of beauty (afternoon clouds billowing over Mount Isolation for instance) and even a couple minor terrors (realizing its almost 9pm with two miles to go coming off Middle Carter with a bum leg and a freshly dead headlamp) but unfortunately, trying to figure out how such experiences were changing me became a distracting and fruitless effort.  Especially after I began solo hiking in the summer of 2011, one could often find me standing on a mountaintop trying to convince an increasingly skeptical inner-self that I was experiencing something profound and life-changing.  After each of these sort of episodes, I'd usually leave the summit both proud of my accomplishment and frustrated that nothing was happening.  I'm currently a seminarian studying to be a pastor in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, so I wasn't seeking just growth or meaning in those mountains, but God as well.  Unfortunately, while I'd often marveled at Her handiwork during my mountaintop experiences, God Herself didn't seem to really want to show up... or at least it felt that way.

On top of Mount Carrigain's fire-tower.
I'm now sitting in a Starbucks in Queens, far away from my cherished mountains.  I deeply miss those stoic old giants... especially over this past summer, they became some my closest friends.  Still though, I can't honestly say the path over them changed me.  I met some amazing folks and some annoying folks, I marveled at God's creation and stood helpless against Her fury, I even learned a lot in the mountains, but no, they didn't change me.  It wouldn't be accurate though to say I wasn't growing and changing during the eight years I took to hike the Whites.  I started my journey on top of Mount Pierce in 2004, freshly out of high school and working for my second summer as a camp counselor for Calumet Lutheran Ministries.  I finished my journey late this past August atop Mount Carrigain's fire-tower, at the end of a longer summer break and two years into a Masters of Divinity degree.  Many of the kids who were with me back in 2004 later grew up to be counselors themselves... some even became good friends of mine.  I definitely changed over that period, perhaps I even came of age, but it wasn't the mountains that changed me.  Rather, my path over NH's forty-eight big peaks ended up providing the space I needed to reflect on my relationship with God, the course of my growth and my relationship with the ever-evolving world all around me.  While not the rule, I do think this is typical... it's not the road, the journey or the path that usually changes us.  Instead, the paths we trod in life simply serve as vehicles through which we can realize the growth (or potential for growth) already stirring within and around us.  What follows then, perhaps isn't road tale at all, at least in the traditional sense... it's a collection of a few stories in which I realized that since the last time I was up above the clouds, things looked pretty different...
 
Dustin is currently a vicar at the Lutheran Office for World Community and Saint Peter's Church in Manhattan, having recently completed his second year of a Masters of Divinity program at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.

Friday, May 11, 2012

A 21st Century (and Some Might Say Sci-Fi) Christology

I just finished writing the following for my christology course at LTSP.  It's definitely sort of 'out-there,' so I'd love to hear your feedback.  I just cut and pasted from MSWord, so there's minor formatting issues.  Thanks so much!
I. Method
One of postmodern thought’s greatest contributions to theology is the notion that theology, and therefore christology, is highly contextual.  For theologians like Jon Sobrino and others who have long walked with the peoples of Latin America heavily weighed down upon by systemic sin and oppression, Christ’s preferential option for the poor is a source of liberating hope.  For other theologians like Douglas John Hall trying to living out the Protestant theology of fifteenth century thinkers in a contemporary context, the cross of Christ provides a lens to interpret the “ambivalence and contrarieties of life.”[1]  Indeed, we possess not one but four gospels in the Christian Testament, all of which portray Christ contextually and therefore somewhat differently.  At the same time, something must be said for the unity of faith in Christ; without some sort of unifying principle, contextual christology based solely upon the uniqueness of human experience becomes what John Polkinghorne describes as “only a babble of local dialects.”[2]  Borrowing from science, he instead argues for a more moderate theological approach called “critical realism” which throws off the shackles of modernism’s notion of unproblematic objectivity yet also shuns the postmodern temptation to view understanding as unattainable.[3]  Using the method of critical realism, this paper therefore proposes a christology that is highly contextual toward twenty-first century American life yet also submits that understanding to both the traditions of the Church and the community of saints, both alive and dead.
II. Context
            One’s context is defined through many aspects.  Perhaps the most easily defined aspect is place: the spatial aspect of my future ministry context will likely be in urban America, on the planet Earth.  A more difficult aspect of one’s context to define is social location.  While I am a fairly young, seemingly white but in fact bi-racial, educated member of the middle class, the social context of my future ministry will likely be much more diverse.  One also has an ideological context: I am liberal on most issues and civically inclined, while the ideological context of my ministry will perhaps be quite similar.  There is also an experiential aspect of context: I personally experienced a relatively happy childhood, yet also suffered from depression and the loss of my mother at a fairly young age.  A final aspect of context, and the one that most often gets overlooked, is time.  I currently live in an early twenty-first century context, a time of lingering economic distress, great environmental degradation and rapidly quickening technological progress.  This chronological aspect of my context for ministry will not always remain quite the same however: if I am ordained in 2014 when I am twenty-eight years old as planned, and if I remain in ministry until I retire around the age of 65, my life as a pastor will stretch roughly to the year 2050.  If my method for christological reflection is to be highly contextual, then I must take the chronological aspect into account.
            While we cannot predict the future with any high degree of accuracy, especially as far out as 2050, we do have some clues to help indicate what a future context for ministry might look like.  Ever since I read The Age of Spiritual Machines by Ray Kurzweil as a fourteen year old at Camp Calumet in New Hampshire, the implications of technological progress has absolutely fascinated me.  A futurist and well-known inventor of items like synthesizers and print-to-speech reading machines, Kurzweil has been making predictions about the future since the early 1980s by extrapolating off of Moore’s law, which states that the number of transistors you can put on a microchip doubles every two years.[4]  Essentially, this means that the power of computing (which Kurzweil measures as the amount of computing power you can buy for $1000) increases exponentially, rather than linearly.  Exponential curves begin by rising slowly, but eventually start rocketing up toward infinity, and Kurzweil would argue that we are now approaching part of the curve where it is becoming possible to notice that the pace of technological progress is rapidly increasing.
If we stay on our current course of exponential growth in computing as Kurzweil predicts, the results at twenty or thirty years out are absolutely astonishing.  By the end of the 2020s, you will be able to buy a computer for $1000 that roughly equals the intelligence of one human.  By the mid 2040s, you will be able to buy a computer for $1000 that roughly equals a billion times the sum of all human intelligence.[5]  The practical ramifications of Kurzweil’s claims are even more staggering.  For instance, as telling the difference between human and artificial intelligence becomes nearly impossible, the definition of being sapient (or perhaps of having a soul, theologically speaking) will be difficult to discern.  As off-loading information from one’s aging brain to a studier artificial brain becomes a reality, so does a type of immortality. While Kurzweil’s predictions certainly seem far-fetched, he has great credibility: in 1999 President Bill Clinton awarded him the National Medal of Technology and Bill Gates has called him “the best person I know at predicting the future of artificial intelligence."[6]  There are of course many who have criticized his work, but still, given Kurzweil’s credibility, his predictions at very least can prove useful in developing a contextual christology for ministry well into the twenty-first century.
III. Substance
Given the spatial limitations of this paper and the lack of pre-existing scholarly literature concerning the theological implications of an exponential progression of computing, developing a complete christology here proves impossible.  Instead, I will simply seek to make a number of contributions to this new avenue of christological inquiry, all supporting a thesis that “through His life and triumphant resurrection over the sin of the cross, Christ does for the cosmos what we sapient creatures cannot do on our own: Christ shepherds us into right relationship with God.
A. The Person of Christ
            In his Letters and Papers from Prison, Dietrich Bonhoeffer famously asked, “Who is God?”  By asking ‘who’ rather than ‘what,’ Bonhoeffer emphasizes that God is a ‘who’ who we can experience, rather than an abstract concept:
Not in the first place an abstract belief in God, in his omnipotence, etc.  That is not a genuine experience of God, but a partial extension of the world.  Encounter with Jesus Christ.  The experience that a transformation of all human life is given in the fact that ‘Jesus is there only for others.’  His ‘being there for others’ is the experience of transcendence.[7]

The person of Jesus Christ is the means through which we experience the transcendent God, a ‘who’ (and the only ‘who’) who is wholly there only for others.  While He is the means through which we experience God, Christ is also the greatest possible gift of God to a less than perfect cosmos, as He is the gift through which God is wholly there for all of Her creation.[8]  As stated in the Nicene Creed, Jesus Christ is “the only Son of God, begotten from the Father before all the ages, God from God, Light from Light, true God from true God, begotten, not made, of one Being with the Father.”[9]  Thus, while Jesus Christ is God’s greatest possible gift to creation, Christ also is God, existing eternally as one ‘who’ with the Creator and the Spirit, yet also forever dancing with them in Trinity.  Through the person of Christ then, God also provides the gift of example to Her creation, as God demonstrates what is good by giving of Herself through Christ.
            Christ is God, of one ‘who’ with the Creator and Spirit, yet also eternally (and paradoxically) dances with the Creator and Spirit in Trinity.  I use the word ‘dance’ to describe Christ’s being with the Trinity to characterize it not as a rigid, static state of being but one that is always shifting, fluid and mysterious.  While Christ has traditionally been referred to as ‘the Son’ in the Church, ‘the Son’ may no longer be the best symbol to indicate Christ’s nature in some contemporary contexts.  As the masculinity of Christ has often been used to reinforce patriarchal structures and belief systems in the Church and wider society, it must be emphasized that ‘the Word/ Wisdom of God,’ another traditional symbol to indicate Christ’s nature in Trinity, has both feminine and masculine aspects.  While John 1:1 uses the masculine noun logoß, meaning ‘reason,’ ‘truth’ and most traditionally ‘word’ (among other things) to refer to Christ, the related concept sofia, a feminine noun meaning ‘knowledge’ or ‘wisdom’ is another traditional symbol for Christ in Trinity used by Church, and should thus be emphasized for the sake of inclusivity.  As Christ is the means through which we have knowledge of God and is the gift of God through which the truth of what is good is revealed (both discussed above), referring to Christ in Trinity as the ‘Wisdom of God’ or the ‘Truth of God’ is accurate.
            While Christ is God, Christ was also “incarnate of the Holy Spirit and the Virgin Mary, and became a human being.”[10]  While the Scriptures do attest that Jesus Christ was in fact a male human being, we must also emphasize that in the original Latin, the Nicene Creed states Christ “became a human being” (homo facus est), rather than “was made man” (vir factus est). [11]  Once again, as we minister in a context where the cultural norm is still to emphasize the masculinity of God, we must make it unequivocally clear that the gift of Christ was incarnate as human, not simply a man.  Christ was not only given by God for all of us, but was literally made of the same stuff as all of humanity.  As humanity was good enough for God to become incarnate as fully human, we must also recognize that all of humanity is worth our respect, care and love.  Furthermore, for some people at least (and we must remember not all), it is a comfort to know that God suffered and sacrificed on Earth as a human, not simply a man.  For others (and I believe this will become particularly more important as the line between human and artificial sapience begins to blur in the future), it is a comfort to know that God had to do all the little things that are part of being human as well… God as Jesus probably stubbed his toe a few times, God probably had a few bad hair days and God has experienced going to bathroom as fully human, and this can be very comforting news!
B. The Work of Christ in the Cosmos
Throughout his famous series Cosmos, agnostic scientist and thinker Carl Sagan frequently exclaims, “We’re all made of star-stuff!”  When thinking about the work of Christ in what has traditionally been referred to by Lutherans as “the Earthly Kingdom,” and what I call “the cosmos,” remembering the fact that we are all made of star-stuff can be extremely helpful.  Not only was humanity good enough for God to become incarnate as fully human, but also creation was good enough for God to become incarnate in creation!  Thus, if creation was good enough for God to become fully incarnate in it as Jesus Christ, we must further recognize that all of creation is worth our respect and care.  Furthermore, we are provided the gift of an example for how to be wholly there for others in creation through the words and actions of Jesus Christ, even if we cannot follow that example perfectly.  In a context where our very existence is threatened by environmental degradation, and in a future where the very meaning of what it means to be human will blur, we must move beyond an anthrocentric view of Christ’s work in the cosmos, to one that more greatly encompasses all of God’s creation.
            Jurgen Moltmann, whose christology “directs its attention towards Christ’s bodily nature and its significance for earthly nature as a whole,” has put forward the idea of a messianic Christ, which when set in the context of the messianic hope of Israel, argues that the work of Christ is not only to redeem a sinful humanity but also to answer the groaning of all creation.[12]  In the sense Moltmann uses the term then, it seems as if a “messianic christology” that concerns itself with the groaning of all creation is appropriate to our contemporary context, with one major exception.  Recognizing that we live in (and likely will continue to live in) a time where humanity is pushing ever farther beyond the bounds of the planet Earth, we must also move beyond Moltmann’s suggestion of thinking about only Christ’s earthly nature, or what I call a “terracentric” view of Christ’s work in the cosmos.  Christ did not work only for humanity, or only for creation in a local sense, but in fact for all God’s creation, which includes the entire universe, of which Earth is only a very, very small part.  In a context where humanity can do more and more wondrous things, it may be helpful to humbly emphasize the wonder and sheer expanse of what God does in the cosmos through Christ.
            What work though, does Christ do in the cosmos?  For thinking about Christ’s work in the most general sense, Genesis 1 and once again John 1 seem particularly instructive.  In Genesis 1, God begins by creating light out of “a formless void.”  In John 1, it states that “all things came into being” through the Word of God.  Putting these two concepts together then, one can recognize not only that God creates the cosmos through Christ, but also that God makes cosmos out of chaos through Christ.  God’s act of creation through Christ is not one where something simply pops up out of nothing, in a sense, but one where God takes something that is wholly chaos, and begins bringing it into order as God intends it, creating cosmos (the universe as a well ordered whole).  Unfortunately however, whether by human sin and/ or some other mechanism, we must recognize the cosmos is, as of yet, has not wholly evolved into what God intended it.
While God may have brought order to chaos “in the beginning” through the Word by creating day and night, roughly two-thousand years ago, through his words, actions and triumph over the human sin of the cross, Jesus Christ began bringing order to the chaos of sin, death and oppression.  This happened through various physically actions, but whether feeding people, healing people or hearing people, Christ signaled what has traditionally been referred to as “the in-breaking of the Kingdom,” or the ordering of chaos as God intended it.  Another important aspect of bringing God’s order to chaos is, as Jon Sobrino and others have argued, Christ’s preference for the poor: “The proclamation of good news to the poor simply because they were poor shook the very foundations of religion, and was the best way of showing God’s gratuitousness in a world that idolizes riches.”[13]  Reflecting the views of Delores S. Williams, Christ also brought God’s order to chaos through his resurrection and thereby victory over evil:
The resurrection of Jesus and the flourishing of God’s spirit in the world as the result of resurrection represent the life of the ministerial vision gaining victory over the evil attempt to kill it…  The image of Jesus on the cross is the image of human sin in its most desecrated human form.[14]

Whether creating light from a formless void, combating the sin of human oppression by showing a preference for the poor, or triumphing over sin and death in Jesus resurrected, God does whatever She has to do, through Christ, in order to bring order as she intended it, creating cosmos out of chaos.
C. The Cross of Christ
            In our contemporary culture, one’s theology of the cross is easily pulled in multiple and very divergent directions due to a variety of contextual concerns.  Whether manifested emotionally, economically, physically or in other forms, we live in a time of great oppression and exploitation of human beings under crushing systems of sinful injustice.  For many people, especially those who suffer everyday from such systems of oppression, the symbol of the cross can best function contextually as the ultimate symbol sin that Christ triumphs over in resurrection, a position argued by Delores S. Williams.  Folks completely beaten down by systematic sin do not need to be humbled any further by the cross... put in Lutheran terms, they have gotten a whole lot of law in their lives, and they just need the gospel!  For those individuals, it is only the good news of Christ’s triumph over the human sin of the cross that liberates and brings hope.  For others that endure great suffering however, we must recognize that there is something of God in the blood of the cross.  As Joanne Terrell has proposed, the idea of a “divine-sufferer,” of a God who has truly suffered and  died for us “highlights the egregious nature of every historical crime against humanity and the Divinity.”[15]  If one is to hold a highly contextual christology, one must hold both these opposing views in tension.
            For others, especially those who have not felt the sting of sinful oppression that strongly (we must bear witness though that all folks have to some degree though), the scandal and paradox of the Incarnate God present in the ultimate symbol of human sin is exactly what they need to hear about.  Such individuals, myself included, need to be humbled each and everyday by the scandal of God in Jesus Christ showing up in utmost humility where we would least expect Him: stripped, beaten, broken and left on a tree to die.  Only in knowing of such a humble Christ can we be turned away from worshipping ourselves and other human idols toward the good news of God in Christ Jesus.  While we live in a time when many face horrific oppression, we also live in a time of rapid technological progress.  If Ray Kurzweil’s theory of the exponential progression of computing power holds true, humanity will be able to do truly marvelous things within my own lifetime that we must begin to anticipate.  Although in one sense we have been co-creators with the Creator for millennia, we will move far further into this role in the twenty-first century, engineering matter on the molecular, atomic and even subatomic levels, and perhaps even creating what many would recognize as sapient or self-aware life through artificial means.  In such a context, we will need the humility of the cross to remind us that us that the one thing we cannot do alone is to be in right relationship with God.
D. The Work of God in Christ Before the Creator
            The work God does through Christ before the Creator (what traditional Lutheran theology terms “in the Heavenly Kingdom”) is similar to what God does through Christ in the cosmos: God makes cosmos out of chaos.  As Christ is wholly for others, we can be passively bound to Christ through no work of our own.  In such a union, Christ bears the burden of our sins and death, bringing us into right relationship with God as our Creator intended it.  By bringing us into right relationship with the Creator, God brings order to chaos, further creating cosmos through Christ.  For my own pastoral context that hopefully extends well into the twenty-first century, speaking of justification before God in terms of “bringing sapient creatures into right relationship with God” will become increasingly important.  As the line between humanity and artificial sapience blurs, humanity may eventually achieve a sort of immortality: the information that makes up our sapient minds at least, may become eternal, if we so will it.  Thus, if death no longer is a universal outcome of life but rather a choice, speaking of Christ as raising us from death to life will no longer hold any power.
            If we may eventually be able to do such marvelous things as create a type of eternal life, why, one might ask, could we not eventually bring ourselves into right relationship with God?  Quite simply, in all of Her eternity, it could never be possible to know exactly what right relationship with our Creator would even look like.  Revelation, even through Christ, is incomplete, and God has rightly ordained it this way.  For instance, as even the Bible is written contextually, we have very different portrayals of the life of Jesus.  Creating a perfect moral system even based both upon God’s revelation in the Bible and through human experience proves impossible, due the many ambiguities and contradictions in life and Scripture.  The question of sin itself is even filled with ambiguities.  In a future where humans have created and perhaps merged with artificial yet seemingly sapient creatures, is sin confined only to humanity?  Could “spiritual machines,” as Ray Kurzweil has termed them, be brought into right relationship with God?  Melanchthon’s description of original sin in his “Apology of the Augsburg Confession” can help us with this problem:
When they speak about original sin they fail to mention the more serious defects of human nature like being ignorant of God, despising God, lacking fear and confidence in God, hating the judgment of God, fleeing this judging God, being angry with God, despairing of his grace, and placing confidence in temporal things, etc.[16]

Essentially, Melanchthon describes sin as rebellion against God.  If another sapient creature (artificial or otherwise) were to know of God, belief in God, yet also have the serious defect of rebelling against Her, could it not be said that such a creature would be capable of sin?
            When speaking of Christ’s work before the Creator, one additional (and thankfully more near-term) issue must be discussed: does God save non-Christian creatures (people of other faiths or no faith) through Christ?  The second-century theologian Justin Martyr can greatly assist us with this question:
We have been taught that Christ is the first-born of God, and we have declared above that He is the Word of whom ever race of men were partakers; and those who lived reasonably are Christians, even though they have been thought atheists… So that even they who lived before Christ, and lived without reason, were wicked and hostile to Christ, and slew those who lived reasonably… through the power of the Word, according to the will of God the Father and Lord of all…[17]

In our Christian tradition there exists language that states Jesus is the Word for every race of humanity, including atheists and those who lived before Christ, even if they were so evil as to slay those who lived reasonably.  How, then, could Jesus not be the Word for a pious Muslim, Jew or Buddhist?  Christ is for everyone and can act as the Word for anyone, regardless of that person’s faith or action.  God’s justice is not human justice, and while the humility of the cross reminds me that I cannot know this for sure, I wholeheartedly expect to see even those who I would consider the worst of humanity eternally worshipping the Creator with me when chaos finally evolves fully into cosmos.
IV. Practical Conclusions
            When using Polkinghorne’s method of “critical realism” to develop a christology, one must necessarily end up with a christology that is both high contextual in terms of space, time and relationship yet also bears witness to the ancient traditions of the Church and the community of saints both past and present.  One holding such a christology must necessarily be in relationship with a wide variety of individuals, and must do one’s best to attend to the diverse needs of all, working against oppression and thereby following Christ’s example of being wholly for the other.  Keeping one’s chronological context in mind also necessarily leads one to prayerfully and reverently try to anticipate the future, in order to best minister to those saints yet to be born (or perhaps, created).  When brought to bear on my own context, critical realism has led me to hold a christology which states “through His life and triumphant resurrection over the sin of the cross, Christ does for the cosmos what we sapient creatures cannot do on our own: Christ shepherds us into right relationship with God.”  This means recognizing that either “in the cosmos” and/ or “before the Creator,” Christ redeems all creation, not just humanity.  Doing my best to care for all of creation in all of its beautiful diversity therefore becomes a deep Christian calling; without doing so, I cannot be whole.  The cross however also reminds me that no matter how strongly held my christological convictions might be, I could be wrong, and I will never be able to bring myself into right relationship with my Creator on my own.  Luckily enough, the humility of the cross can also remind one to occasionally take a break from human reason, to go outside, look up at the stars, and soak in the marvelous gifts of the cosmos God gives in Her wondrous eternity.


[1] Marit A. Trelstad, Cross Sections: Readings on the Meaning of the Cross Today (Minneapolis, MN: Augsburg Fortress, 2006), 254.
[2] John Polkinghorne, Quantum Physics and Theology: An Unexpected Kinship (New Haven, CT: Yale University Press, 2007), 2.
[3] Polkinghorne, Quantum Physics and Theology, 6.
[4] Lev Grossman, “Singularity Kurzweil on 2045, When Humans, Machines Merge” in Time Magazine (February, 2011), http://www.time.com/time/magazine/article/0,9171,2048299,00.html (accessed April 18, 2012).
[5] Grossman, “Singularity Kurzweil on 2045.”
[6] Ibid.
[7] Dietrich Bonhoeffer, Letters and Papers from Prison: The Enlarged Edition (New York, NY: Touchstone, 1997), 381.
[8] As I am writing a christology for a cultural context in which it is still normative to think of God solely in masculine terms, I believe selectively using feminine pronouns at times for God is the only way to write inclusively, especially when speaking of the person of Jesus, who in history was male.  Furthermore, referring to God as ‘It’ is also problematic as this suggests that God is a ‘what,’ rather than a ‘who.’
[9] Robert Kolb and Timothy J. Wengert, eds., The Book of Concord: The Confessions of the Evangelical Lutheran Church (Minneapolis, Minnesota: Fortress Press, 2000), 22-23.
[10] Kolb and Wengert, The Book of Concord, 23.
[11] Daniel L Migliore, "Christology in Context: The Doctrinal and Contextual Tasks of Christology Today" Interpretation 49, no. 3 (July 1, 1995): 246, ATLA Religion Database 246with ATLASerials, EBSCOhost (accessed May 1, 2012).
[12] Jurgen Moltmann, The Way of Jesus Christ: Christology in its Messianic Dimensions (Minneapolis, MN: Fortress Press, 1993), xvi.
[13] Jon Sobrino, Jesus the Liberator (Maryknoll, NY: Orbis Books, 1993), 83.
[14] Trelstad, Cross Sections, 30 - 31.
[15] Ibid, 46.
[16] Kolb and Wengert, The Book of Concord, 113.
[17] Justin Martyr, First Apology of Justin Martyr: Article 46, Early Christian Writings, http://www.earlychristianwritings.com/text/justinmartyr-firstapology.html (accessed May 10, 2012).
 

Dustin is a Masters of Divinity candidate in his second year of study at the Lutheran Theological Seminary at Philadelphia. While seeking ordination in the Evangelical Lutheran Church in America, his focus is on the intersection between worship, service and justice building in de-centralized faith communities unencumbered by a traditional church building. In his free time, Dustin really likes playing frisbee, hiking and pretending to know how to sing.