Here's
a little inside baseball for you, a little inside tarot, as it were.
This
morning I had a mini panic attack. "Can I really do this? Why am I doing
this? Am I stupid to be doing this? Can everyone just see how stupid I am? Who
gave me permission to do this? Can I really pick a tarot card at random for the
next forty days and rapidly, spontaneously, stream-of-consciousness blog about
it, without any editing, and is that a good way to honor Lent? I can't do
this."
I
think most people decide about day three that their chosen Lenten observance is
a bad idea.
I sat
down with my tarot deck and pulled a card at random – the ten of wands. This
card shows a human figure struggling while carrying a heavy weight.
I
didn't want to blog about this card, because it reflected how I was feeling
about this Lenten observance. It felt, this morning, like an effort, like a
strain.
And
so I told myself "This is the wrong card." In other words, I cheated.
I threw the card back in the deck, shuffled the deck thoroughly, and drew
another card.
Guess
which card I drew?
You got
it. The ten of wands.
That's
inside tarot for you. It happens a lot. You tell the cards you don't like what
they are saying, you reshuffle … and they say the same thing.
Okay.
So, the ten of wands it is.
Our
overly burdened man is pushing forward, against all odds. Is he to be admired,
pitied, envied, or rescued? Do we identify with this would-be Hercules or are
we observing him?
Are
there any clues in the card? I see two clues. Not only is this guy carrying a heavy
weight, he is holding it all wrong – right in front of the face. This person
can't see.
One
more clue, a less obvious one. He is on a stage.
Tarot
readers debate
what the stage is meant to mean. Was it just a careless touch or was the
designer, Pamela Colman Smith, attempting to communicate something?
I
don't know. I do know this. The stage enters into my interpretation of this
card.
There
is nothing I admire more than hard work and determination.
On
the other hand, I feel no admiration for people who torture themselves as part
of a public display, a calculated performance. Martyrs. "I have sacrificed
so much for this family! I gave up my career in show business to raise you
kids!" Using martyrdom as collateral in a game of manipulation.
This
card makes me think of someone I know right now, a man who is killing himself
through overwork. I don't admire him. I don't think that killing yourself
through overwork is any more attractive than killing yourself through opiate
addiction. I think that killing yourself is a bad idea, no matter what route
you take.
I
think working yourself to death in full view of your family is especially
nasty. Won't his children hate themselves after he is dead? At some point they
will realize that they purchased their I-phones and spring breaks at the cost
of weeks or months of their father's life, and they will feel miserable. Is
that, making others feel miserable, part of the goal of working yourself to
death?
This
card's opposite may be the two of coins. It depicts a jester in a storm doing
something hard – juggling two coins within a lemniscate – infinity – while also
dancing. The jester has grace. The figure in the ten of coins has only
struggle.
In the
Bible there are people who try and try and try and try, often very publicly,
and who achieve little or nothing. And then there are people who are visited by
grace, and everything works out. For me, as a reader, I find these scenarios
frustrating and unfair.
Look
at the parable of the prodigal son. One son is dutiful. He sticks around. He
does everything his father orders him to do. He is a model of decorum and what
society expects of a son.
The
other son is an asshole. He runs away from home. He consorts with harlots,
gamblers, and drunkards. He ignores his filial duties. When his luck goes
south, he returns home, and his father embraces him and gives him his full
inheritance.
The
dutiful son says, "Wait one minute. I stuck around. I did everything for
you for years. And this bozo gets as much as I get?"
And
the father says, "Yup."
If
that doesn't irk you, consider sisters Mary and Martha.
Jesus
visits their home. Martha focuses on doing the chores necessary when you have a
prestigious guest. Mary sits at Jesus' feet and listens to him teach. Martha
says, "Hey, I'm doing all the housework and Mary just sits here listening
to you. What's up with that? Tell Mary to help me with the work!"
Jesus
says, "Martha, you are worried about many things, but only one thing is
needed. Mary has chosen what is better, and it will not be taken from
her."
Scholar
Garry Wills says that Jesus is here
declaring that women should not be relegated to housework, but should be part
of preaching and teaching. Apparently all the misogynists who say that women's
place is in the home, and not on the altar, are unaware of this passage, to be
found, big as life, in their own Bibles.
Probably
the most flamboyant Gospel celebration of grace over hard work is the
anointing. Jesus visits a good man, a hard working man, a scrupulous man: Simon,
a Pharisee. While Jesus is sitting there eating with Simon, a sinful woman
enters, drops to Jesus' feet, washes Jesus' feet with her tears, dries his feet
with her hair, and then empties an alabaster jar of perfume onto his feet, and
rubs the perfume into his skin.
When
I was a kid, and I heard this in church, I knew I was hearing something risqué.
I can't say I've ever read a more erotic, intimate scene.
Simon
objects. Jesus explains the scene to Simon. Interestingly, Jesus doesn't invoke
sex or intimacy – rather, he talks cold, hard cash. Economics. Giving and getting.
Accounts owed and settled. Red ink and black.
Two
people owe a banker money, Jesus says. One owes five, another owes fifty. The banker
forgives both debts. Who is more grateful, the one who owed five, and is
released from repayment, or the one who owed fifty? This woman, Jesus
explained, owed me more. I have forgiven her her many sins, and I have forgiven
you your few sins. She, who had the bigger debt, is more grateful.
Getting
and spending. Owing and forgiving. Money money money.
God's
love is infinite. We don't get because of our ostentatious effort. We get
because of grace.
I'll
be honest – God's economics still irk me. I am with Simon, with the good son,
with Martha, with the man in the ten of wands. I try, and try, and try, and it
never works out. But I'm open to the idea of grace. Hear that God?
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