Stories often communicate big ideas more effectively than extended commentaries in flowery prose. So let me begin with a story about language of the Spirit. However good the story is, its connection to the language of the Spirit is implicit. I will have to offer some commentary to make that clear.
I’ll preface the story by saying that I know a few
languages. At one point, I was nearly
fluent in German, having spent a year in Germany at a university. However, like so many things, if you don’t
use it, it becomes very rusty. When it
comes to speaking and reading German now, I feel like a cripple. And I can read two or three other languages,
thanks to requirements to get my doctoral degree. The story I want to tell necessitates knowing
some Portuguese, which I do not.
Portuguese is necessary because the story took place in
Brazil. On numerous occasions I joined
my colleague for a short teaching excursion to Curitiba, Brazil, where our
university had a relationship with a Franciscan university. Fortunately, we could teach English. I remember so many evenings walking to the
university, only to be greeted by a throng of elementary school kids. The Franciscans also ran a huge elementary
school on the same site.
The name of the elementary school was a good religious name,
Bom Jesus. In Portuguese “bom” means “good;” hence the school was called “Good Jesus.” I know just enough Portuguese to have figured
out that and, so, it did not seem strange.
So I thought nothing about it.
One day my colleague was telling about the time his young son was with
him. When the son, who was in elementary
school himself, saw the sign on the school and asked about it, he was dutifully
told the name was “Bom Jesus.”
At once he asked, “But dad, why do they want to bomb
Jesus!” Of course, that is amusing…and
understandable. Had he been in France,
good would be “bon.” And in Spain good is “buena.” Neither of those
suggests “bombing Jesus.” I like stories
like these because I am fascinated with the nature and function of language. Language is such an amazing gift for humans
and, yet, language can at times be perilous.
If we know the language, it is a real gift. We can talk with each other; we can “say” so
much. Nuance is possible. We can “get to know” each other. I feel like I can tell you who I am and you
can do the same. I can even say
something like, “I love you,” and hope both of us “get” the profundity of that
confession. Perhaps too often I have
said, “I understand you perfectly.”
All this led me to begin thinking about the language of the
Spirit. We could assume the Spirit’s
language is Hebrew or Greek, since those are the original biblical
languages. But this may simply be the
Jewish or Christian assumption. Perhaps
the Muslim is sure the Spirit’s language is Arabic. And so the assuming could go. All this caused me to think more deeply about
the language of the Spirit.
I am assuming the Spirit does have language or else there
would be nothing communicable between us and the Spirit. I have no problem thinking the Spirit can be
translated into a variety of the human languages. Clearly, the Christian Bible is translated
into countless languages. We could read
multiple ones and see what each language tells us is the word for “spirit.”
This would not be much help.
I could know many different words for ‘spirit,’ but that does not
actually tell us much about Spirit. (I
capitalize it here to indicate Spirit as some aspect of the Divinity---the Holy
One). The word “Spirit” simply is trying
to name or point to a reality that is more than a vocal utterance. And ah-ha, there was my clue. The reality of the Spirit is not a vocal
utterance---a word in whatever language.
The language of the Spirit is action, not words.
Let’s keep it simple.
Let’s assume the most profound language of the Spirit is the action of
love. You can imagine, as well as I can,
the range of human actions that “convey” love.
I can say, “I love you.” But I
can also care for you; I can hug you.
And the range is huge. At the big
end of love, I can act lovingly toward a stranger or even an enemy.
When I look at Jesus, that is what I see him “saying.” In fact, he did it more with action than
words. His ultimate expression of this
action of love was supremely sacrificial.
It is conveyed for Christians with the simply word, “cross.” That is a powerful word that points to the
profundity of a loving action that should leave us all speechless.
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