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“As Kingfishers Catch Fire” by Gerard Manley Hopkins

As kingfishers catch fire, dragonflies draw flame;
As tumbled over rim in roundy wells
Stones ring; like each tucked string tells, each hung bell’s
Bow swung finds tongue to fling out broad its name;
Each mortal thing does one thing and the same:
Deals out that being indoors each one dwells;
Selves — goes itself; myself it speaks and spells,
Crying Whát I dó is me: for that I came.

 

I say móre: the just man justices;
Keeps grace: thát keeps all his goings graces;
Acts in God’s eye what in God’s eye he is —
Chríst — for Christ plays in ten thousand places,
Lovely in limbs, and lovely in eyes not his
To the Father through the features of men’s faces.

I often think of Lent as a season of substitution. I am giving up something that is a part of me, to get God. I am removing entertainment, stimulants, or stress removers to allow God to provide adventure, energy, and rest. With this attitude I embrace lent with stoicism, sobriety, and expectancy. And as long as I consider Lent in this manner, I think I am bound to meet disappointment; I will inevitably fixate on whatever I am losing until I try to take it back.

The reality is, I think, that we are giving up things–things that we desire–to realize what we have already been given, and to realize that God is the giver. In the desert, Satan offered Jesus food, identity, purpose, and authority over the earth. Satan, however, did not even have the power to provide those things in a way that was true and eternal, because Jesus already HAD those things. God had already given all of these things to him. Lent, then, is to embrace the identity you’ve been given, to look at your most core, raw, and natural self, and to realize that your being is enough. Your being is the kindling with which God will create a mighty, roaring flame. Christ becomes exceedingly more beautiful when your nature becomes apart of his will.

So, come Easter day, emerge from your Lenten season as a kingfisher catches fire.

About Daniel Buckley

I am a graduate student studying english education in the deep south, and I am endlessly in love with Jesus, Flannery O' Connor, and other social pariahs.

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My Own Private Babylon

Ms. Flannery O’ Connor hits you over the head with a hammer in the best sort of way–you can tell she probably spent a good portion of her life reveling in John 2, when Jesus runs into the temple like a maniac, flipping tables, flinging money to the ground like chaff, and chasing the doves and other livestock out the temple doors.

She’s also profoundly aware of the ways in which the Spirit moves within our hearts in a similar manner, convicting us of our humanity when we try to cover ourselves up with religious garments.

“Think of all we have. Lord,” she said and sighed, “we have everything,” and she looked around at her rich pastures and hills heavy with timber and shook her head as if it might all be a burden she was trying to shake off her back.

Mrs. Pritchard studied the woods. “All I got is four abscess teeth,” she remarked.

“Well, be thankful you don’t have five,” Mrs. Cope snapped and threw back a clump of grass. “We might all be destroyed by a hurricane. I can always find something to be thankful for.

-From A Circle in the Fire

Mrs. Pritchard’s jeering, cynical response comes off as tame compared to the abject qualities of Mrs. Cope’s response. Mrs. Cope, in A Circle in the Fire, wears that religious demeanor brashly.

She is the unquestionable queen of her world; Ms. Cope makes this abundantly clear within these first few lines. Her words of thanks seem less like an actual display of gratitude to God, and more like a desperate hold on to her own kingdom of plenty coexisting with human lack.  Ms. O’Connor later uses setting to imply that those hills heavy with timber are like the walls of a fortress. They Protect Ms. Cope from the outside world, and from the sound of the dialogue mentioned above it also seems that these fortress walls may have the effect of a prison.

I find Ms. Cope’s attitude and words most disturbing because I have shared her mindset and expressed those same hollow sentiments. I keep walls around all that I care for and shake my head at the tragedies of life that others endure. Like Mrs. Cope, when it comes down to it, all I want is the sun to keep shining on my work, and my home, where my life takes place. And even if trouble comes, that is fine, because God only gives you what you can handle, right?

Suddenly, enter in three wild, trouble making, naked miscreants from the Atlanta slums–well, okay, they don’t just enter into the story naked, but they might as well have considering how Mrs. Cope regards them. These three boys go on a trespassing rampage like no other.

The boys reject all of Mrs. Cope’s attempts to placate their starving eyes with sandwiches and coke, and they reject her insistence that they must leave the farm the next day. Instead of leaving, the three boys live out on the land, choosing to bathe in the cattle trough, ride her horses bareback, and sneak into her dairy shed for fresh milk.

Without completely spoiling the eccentric, somewhat dark ending of Ms. O’Connor’s story, I will say that these three young men intentionally resemble another trio from the book of Daniel who interact with the Babylonian king Nebuchadnezzar; they are strangers in a strange land. They reject everything that the king and his court offer (see Daniel 1), and they aren’t too keen on worshiping whatever golden image you place in front of them.

Daniel 1:11-13

Daniel then said to the guard whom the chief official had appointed over Daniel, Hananiah, Mishael and Azariah, “Please test your servants for ten days: Give us nothing but vegetables to eat and water to drink. Then compare our appearance with that of the young men who eat the royal food

Granted, the Misfits’ motives in A Circle In The Fire are not to display faith and trust in God. But I think Ms. O’Connor makes these rebellious Atlantan prophets come from seedier origins for a few reasons:

I.  When you read the story of Hananiah, Mishael, and Azariah, church culture almost immediately seats you on their side. I think Ms. O’Connor wants nothing more than to complicate that relationship by making us sympathetic to Ms. Cope at times, and other times sympathetic to the three boys. All of Flannery O’Connors characters are human through and through, full of absurdities, contradictions, cares, and pleasures. There are no villains, only people.

II. You can’t con trespassing thieves with your religious garments. They may be familiar with desperation, but they aren’t stupid. They are people of business, and they can discern what business others are all about. They see through the courtesies of people who are really looking out for themselves.

III. The more we insulate ourselves from the world and build up our fortress walls, our own personal Babylons, the more we retreat from God’s kingdom working into the earth, and the more alone we are when the troubles of the earth fall hard upon us.

About Daniel Buckley

I am a graduate student studying english education in the deep south, and I am endlessly in love with Jesus, Flannery O' Connor, and other social pariahs.

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A Southern Introduction

I am obviously new to T&L.

And introductions are best when kept short and sweet–so I figured I would give you a nice picture of my home from the most trustworthy source I can think of: the outsider.

The old man [in "The Violent Bear It Away"] is very obviously not a Southern Baptist, but an independent, a prophet in the true sense. The true prophet is inspired by the Holy Ghost, not necessarily by the dominant religion of his region. Further, the traditional Protestant bodies of the South are evaporating into secularism and respectability and are being replaced on the grass roots level by all sorts of strange sects that bear not much resemblance to traditional Protestantism–Jehovah’s Witnesses, snake-handlers, free thinking Christians, independent prophets, the swindlers, the mad, and sometimes the genuinely inspired.

–Flannery O’ Connor writing a letter to William Sessions, Sept. 13, 1960

 

About Daniel Buckley

I am a graduate student studying english education in the deep south, and I am endlessly in love with Jesus, Flannery O' Connor, and other social pariahs.