Wednesday, January 9, 2013

Tal Howard on Newtown and the Massacre of the Innocents

I have been meaning to do a post on Tal's Anxious Bench piece every since I read it over the Christmas holiday.  It is a powerful reflection on the relationship (or lack thereof) between theology and politics in the wake of tragedy.  Here is a taste:

Depictions of the massacre vary in content and style, but a common motif shows Herod, ensconced in the arrogance of political power, on one side of the painting, separated from a throng of powerless, weeping women on the other.  Between them, one sees a jumbled scene of dead and dying babies and their obedient executioners. 

Neither the liturgy of the Holy Innocents nor artistic depictions of the theme attempt to “solve” the raw experience of tragedy–even as it is certainly to be understood as taking place within the larger Salvation Story.  Arguably, both liturgy and art intensify the feeling of anguish. They call a spade a spade: “Look hard,” they say, “at the dead children; this is unimaginable, gut-wrenching sorrow.”  But in doing so, they make us realize that there are regions of human experience that transcend the political, the practical—regions that cannot be fixed, and only beckon, plaintively and even angrily, for a theological response.  They escort us from the op-ed realm of the remediable to the numinous realm of the why. 

Remedies and political solutions of all sorts, of course, should be sought out after events like the Newtown shooting.  As seekers of Shalom, Christians should be at the very forefront in proposing them.  But we should also remember that our humanity is compromised when we ignore or subsume the theological into the political alone.  The Feast of Holy Innocents and artistic renderings of the theme provide a supra-political “space” for us to ponder—simply ponder—unspeakable sorrow and our most vexing questions.  They do so most compellingly when they are faithful to the biblical text, as when the Gospel of Matthew reaches back to the book of Jeremiah, and offers us only these sparse, disconsolate words:

A voice was heard in Ramah
Wailing and loud lamentation
Rachel weeping for her children;
She refused to be consoled,
Because they were no more.