
Lectionary: 346God from the earth created man,
and in his own image he made him.
He makes man return to earth again,
and endows him with a strength of his own.
Limited days of life he gives him,
with power over all things else on earth....
E very religion must ponder the place, dignity, and responsibilities of the human being within our world. Native American, Celtic, and Greek: all have their myths which shape the imagination and give meaning to raw experience.
In one of his greatest plays, Shakespeare's Hamlet mused:
What a piece of work is a man, How noble in reason, how infinite in faculty, In form and moving how express and admirable, In action how like an Angel, In apprehension how like a god, The beauty of the world, The paragon of animals."
Even secularism, with its rites, meanings, and beliefs -- which it considers inerrant and unquestionably infallible -- imagines human beings as lords and builders of the earth, determining its meaning and destiny.
Christianity, with its roots in Judaism, is no exception. After hearing the Genesis accounts of creation, we hear a summation from Sirach (Ecclesiasticus). We are created in God's image and must return to earth. We are endowed with unique strength; we have power and dominion over all things on earth; but our days are limited.
I heard a comedienne consider that mysterious story. He noted that the human being has neither a natural weapon like a talon, horn, fang, or beak; nor armor and shield like turtles, rhinoceros, and most insects. Despite our naked defenselessness, we have recreated and dominated the Earth by our wits and clever cooperation with one another. After a million years of evolution, and a thousand centuries of building infrastructure, laws, and civilization, advanced, civilized human beings fear nothing. We have tamed the Earth. But there are some things that still terrify us: words. Certain words, often designated by an initial and blank underline, like n_____, make us run for cover. The audience caught his irony and applauded.
Our faith reminds us to fear God; and those who fear God fear nothing else. Not even words. Man, dominion, power over all things, religion: we need not cower before these words, their depth and meaning.
Sirach goes on to consider our mysterious authority and dignity, "...that they might glory in the wonder of God's deeds and praise his holy name."
We alone can apprehend -- if not comprehend -- the meaning of creation. Christians are especially commissioned to announce the doctrine of creatio ex nihil, "creation out of nothing." By simple love and infinite courage, God called being from non-being. But the doctrine has been challenged since the beginning.
Like the ancient Greeks, deists imagined a supreme god who formed and reformed matter into an infinite variety of shapes; but he did not create the original matter out of nothing. It was there before, and God only makes something of it. Deism believes that God deserted his work after a while, and left it to man to do with as he pleases. The deist cannot be sure that God ever was, or that he still exists. They doubt he'll return to assess whatever we have made of the world he abandoned.
In that scheme, man answers to no god for what he's done -- nor to all the lesser creatures of earth. If it is wasted by pollution or withers under a nuclear winter, it might be a local tragedy but means nothing to the uncaring, indifferent galaxies. Deism might scientifically describe the origin of the universe, but it offers no reason for it; neither purpose nor meaning.
Even more challenging -- deistic scientists can reckon the height, weight, and breadth of things but cannot explain why two plus two equals four, or why reality makes sense. Is there a reason it should make sense? Who said it should make sense?
Even the appearance of man on the Earth among the creatures is totally arbitrary and unnecessary to the deist. Some have explained that if it were not so we would not know it. But that circular argument proves nothing. The scientist's world does not require our being here. As to the individual in this vacant, meaningless world, he is left with the question, "Why should I live; why should I not kill myself?"
The Christian, with our Jewish roots, despises such nonsense. It is insulting and completely ignores the human demand for meaning. No sooner have we turned to prayer than we find our selves, our meaning, and God's sustaining presence. He holds us in the palm of his hand and should he take his eye off us -- should he stop loving us -- we would cease to be; we would never have been. Our very existence is proof of the Creator's generous, merciful, gracious, and purposeful love. It is proof of his joy in us, and the Cause of our Joy.
And so our purpose is twofold: to give glory to God, and to glorify God through his works, as in Saint Francis's Canticle of the Sun:
Most High, all-powerful, good Lord,
Yours are the praises, the glory, the honor, and all blessings.
To You alone, Most High, do they belong,
and no man is worthy to mention Your name.
Praised be You, my Lord, with all your creatures;
especially Brother Sun, who is the day, and through whom You give us light.
And he is beautiful and radiant with great splendor,
and bears a likeness to You, Most High One.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Moon and the stars;
in heaven You formed them clear and precious and beautiful.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Wind,
and through the air, cloudy and serene,
and every kind of weather through which You give sustenance to Your creatures.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Water,
which is very useful and humble and precious and chaste.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Brother Fire,
through whom You light the night;
and he is beautiful and playful and robust and strong.
Praised be You, my Lord, through Sister Mother Earth,
who sustains us and governs us and who produces
varied fruits with colored flowers and herbs.
Praised be You, my Lord,
through those who give pardon for Your love,
and bear infirmity and tribulation.
Blessed are those who endure in peace
for by You, Most High, they shall be crowned.
Praised be You, my Lord,
through our Sister Bodily Death,
from whom no living man can escape.
Woe to those who die in mortal sin.
Blessed are those whom death will find in Your most holy will,
for the second death shall do them no harm.
Praise and bless my Lord,
and give Him thanks,
and serve Him with great humility.
Amen.