“You reap what you sow; if you sow the wind, you reap the whirlwind.” The Tanakh (Hebrew Bible)
“Those who ignore history are doomed to repeat it.” – George Santayana
“Turn right around, for the Rule (Kingdom) of God is at hand/right here/right now/among you at this very moment.” – Jesus
I have been a student of history for most of my life. I grew up in a home surrounded by books and steeped in a love for music. My father had a large library of serious books about all kinds of things – history, philosophy, theology, psychology, and science among them. He had never finished High School because, when the Depression hit in 1929, as the oldest of five, and a sixteen-year-old boy, he had to drop out of school to help feed the family. Despite this, he always hungered to learn and accumulated and read books, encouraging his children to do what he had not been able to do.
My parents not only made sure we had the basics, but strongly encouraged us to go farther than they had been able to. (My mother had completed High School.) Mom made sure we had an impressive array of good children’s books and Encyclopedia – the Britannica Junior, Britannica (Adult) and Americana, and a complete set of The Book of Knowledge.
I was a strange kid. I rarely read the Hardy Boys, but loved adventure stories, especially those based on History, like Enid Blyton or G.A. Henty books. But I loved “real history” most of all and began devouring all the Encyclopedia articles about history – in all three sets of Encyclopedia by the age of Ten. I began to rummage in my father’s library too to find interesting stuff I could at least partly understand. I read Winston Churchill’s six-volume history of the Second World War the first time at ages thirteen and fourteen.
It was my strange taste in books which opened up a door to a friendship with my paternal grandfather, a man with a reputation in the family for being hard and at times mean to kids, a veteran of WW1 who never spoke about it except with a few old army friends he still had – and me, under an oath of silence until he was dead! (I have written and published an account of my unique friendship with “Grandpa” in Grandpa’s Hands, available on Amazon.) This is one big reason true war stories have always drawn me.
What fascinated me about history was that it reveals what people are really like – the good, the bad, the ugly, the sublime, the stupid, and the downright wicked. I discovered that historians don’t always agree about exactly what happened and why, and sometimes not even when, but through all of that muddle the truth about who and what we humans are really like as we show by deeds rather than words keeps breaking through. Psychology has its place, but history, I found, is the context for everything and teaches the best and worst about human nature set in the nitty-gritty of both the big story and all the little stories as they fit into the big story.
I also found that all the great leaders displayed some degree of deep perception of human nature. Great thinkers might have this too, but many of the great ideologues seemed to lose sight of it in their flights of imagination and fascination with the stratosphere of best-case scenarios if only humans would stop being so damn contrary. This led me to read extensively about the two extremes – the amazingly good people and the downright evil ones. So I read a lot about heroes and discovered that they all have clay feet, like Churchill and Lincoln, both of whom remain among the “greats” despite their flaws. And I read a lot about horrendously wicked people such as Hitler, Stalin, Mao, mad (as in insane) genii who functioned at a high enough level to do very terrible things while somehow convincing and coercing myriads to acquiesce in their infamy. (The psychology of why people follow such monsters is quite another issue.)
The three brief references at the top of this episode point to the most important but most neglected truths about humanity that paying attention to history teaches us: (1) the Law of Karma is almost completely borne out over time, to the degree that it invites belief in the old-fashioned idea of fate; (2) everyone knows that we should learn from the past, but almost no one ever does – both as individuals and as societies from the smallest level (family) to the widest (nations, civilizations); (3) nevertheless, there is a way out of the trap of being the pawn of history and the mere victim of fate, – both personal and collective.
First, about Karma. I am not a Hindu or a Buddhist, but the idea of karma is quite simple: sooner or later your past, or our past, will out and catch up with us. There is always a price to pay, whether now or later. Biblically, it is “You reap what you sow,” and “Be aware; sooner or later your sins will find you out,” and, as Jesus said, “What was said in secret will be shouted from the housetops,” and “You will be accountable for every idle word that you say.” Physics tells us that “For every action, there is an equal and opposite reaction,” and also now tells us that even chaos theory and the uncertainty principle seem to sort themselves out to take every obscure event into the equation. We best see this illustrated by the “butterfly effect”, that the beat of a butterfly’s wings in China may be the final factor in unleashing a typhoon on Hawaii.
History is full of “might-have-beens”, “what-ifs”. What if the assassin in Munich at the beer hall in 1939 had succeeded in killing Hitler? What if the British Tommy in 1917 who had him dead to rights in the Battle of Arras had not just let him walk away? What if John Wilkes Booth had been stopped and shot by Lincoln’s AWOL bodyguard at Ford’s Theatre on April 14, 1865? What if Julius Caesar had heeded the seer and his own wife Calpurnia on March 15, 44 BCE? Etc.
And, perhaps the greatest of all, at least in the West, what if Yeshua ben-Yosef had never been born in Bethlehem, probably in the year 4 BCE? We could then have just been gradually transformed into Stoics or Epicureans, or, perhaps by the gradual progress westward from India of monks and adherents, we would have evolved into an Asokan-style Buddhist culture. Or perhaps we would have all become Jews, or just remained pagans of various varieties.
But the West’s history turned down a very different road following the coming of this single person and the life and death (and reputed resurrection) of this extraordinary comet of a human being named Yeshua ben-Yosef. He came from “Nowhereville”, from a very obscure village called Natzeret in the north of an insignificant province of the Roman Empire on the eastern fringe of the Roman (and then Western) world.
The absurdity of the West’s identity-crisis and the extent of its conscience troubles are no better illustrated than by its attempts to divest itself of direct association with the Person of Jesus. Failing that, we exert might and main to transform him into something far less potent and challenging than he was or can be made to be by even the most extreme efforts.
Since he was born and lived and died, despite the completely asinine but still persisting attempts to say that he never really existed (!!!???), we then proceed to a bunch of other “if-onlys”. If only he hadn’t made it so damn hard to reduce him to another nice philosopher and moral teacher. If only all those wretched miracles didn’t keep popping up to confuse the record, and to confuse the gullible masses who keep insisting they can and do still happen! And worst of all, if only the absolutely absurd tale of his resurrection from the dead could just be disposed of, once and for all! Then we could ignore all the really challenging bits of his life and teaching, and the kinds of extreme behaviours to repeat those challenges and make us rethink our own lives and society that some of his most dedicated (fanatical?) followers have kept confronting us with over the last two thousand years.
That word of his they keep repeating just plain sticks in the craw of the modern psyche. Metanoia in the ancient Greek – Repent in English! Sounds too freaking religious, eh? It just means, “Turn around! You’re going the wrong way, straight to destruction! There’s another way, a better way, but you have to turn around!”
TO BE CONTINUED