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christianity and zen: already and not yet

[reviews]Zen for Christians: a Beginner's Guide, by Kim Boykin

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There cannot be enough books like Zen for Christians, and not only because there cannot be enough sincere spiritual journeys. Kim Boykin's book is an approachable instruction manual for a form of meditation unfamiliar to many of her fellow Christians. Her clear descriptions of Christian and Zen beliefs as well as her honest appraisal of her own faith and practice make Zen for Christians a welcome participant in the interfaith dialogue between Christianity and Zen.

Kim Boykin found herself prepared to write the book because of her particular journey, which took her from "Southern California agnostic" to Zen to Christian and finally to Christian who practices Zen, a person whom Boykin compares to a mathematician who plays tennis.

Boykin wrote her book for Christians who may be interested in Zen practice, but are concerned that Zen may somehow contradict Christian beliefs. Zen is a blend of a particular form of Buddhism - one that emphasizes "meditation and direct realization" - and an ancient form of Chinese Taoism. Boykin summarizes Zen's teachings, which she points out have to do almost exclusively with meditation and ethical conduct. Because Zen's teachings say almost nothing about God (or gods), and do not amount to doctrines, Christians should feel free to practice Zen, she says. Comparing Christianity and Zen, then, is like comparing math and tennis.

Boykin approaches both traditions, as well as her own Christian life and Zen practice, with respect and gentle humor. If one shared her disposition and joy, one would be more likely to learn from unfamiliar traditions, which, as she points out, can "be a way of illuminating a familiar one." Boykin finds her Christianity enhanced by her Zen practice and understanding.

Indeed, at times Boykin seems to be describing Christianity in unfamiliar terms instead of comparing Christianity with an outside tradition. One of her five chapters, "Already and Not Yet," sets out the salubrious tension in Zen between our inherent buddhahood and our need for enlightenment. A close reading of most of the New Testament's epistles would expose a similar tension in Christian teaching.

The Christian Bible describes its adherents as being at once dead and alive, saints and sinners, already saved and in the process of being saved. (These paradoxes may account in part for Paul's exhortation to Timothy to "rightly divide the word of truth.") Just as a Zen practitioner's search for enlightenment may be compared to his search for the very ox he is riding on, a Christian's work is to become what he is already - a daughter of God, with Jesus' nature already inside of her.

A Christian starts with the famous mustard seed of faith, but the seed has all of the spiritual DNA she will ever need. A Christian therefore does not "become" anything. Instead, like good soil, her life is redirected to supplying the right conditions for the growth of the seed she discovers inside of her. The writer of Hebrews uses a different analogy with stark irrationality: "Labor to enter into that rest."

Koans - the brief anecdotes full of the paradoxical language Zen is famous for - would help Christians with this version of their own "already and not yet." So, of course, would Christianity's own strong mystical tradition, long neglected in the West. Albert Schweitzer's book, The Mysticism of Paul the Apostle, argues that Paul was Christianity's first mystic, since he laid the foundation of our being "in Christ," a phrase Paul uses repeatedly in his letters. Paul's understanding is certainly the basis of Christian mysticism, which in turn may be described as the experience of being "in Christ."

When Paul tells his fellow Christians how to act, he doesn't leave them with, "Stop doing bad stuff." He sums up his exhortations with, "Dismantle the false self. Let Christ in you grow up!" (My paraphrase.)

Relatedly, Boykin describes the Zen practitioner's paradoxical relationship to the Sixteen Principles of Zen. A Christian will see in it parallels to the paradoxical view the Bible takes of its own law. First, Boykin on the Sixteen Principles:

For a fully realized buddha, wise and compassionate action would be natural and spontaneous. For the rest of us, wise and compassionate action may come naturally at times, but at other times it won't, so the tradition has handed down some guidelines to follow for living wisely and compassionately.

Now the Bible on its own law:

...law is not made for a righteous person, but for those who are lawless and rebellious... [1 Timothy 1:9]

...the Law has become our tutor to lead us to Christ... [Galatians 3:24]

To the extent that I am not a fully realized son of God, I had better follow the law!

Zen for Christians may simplify differences between the two traditions - the simplification helps me! - but it does not minimize the differences. On the other hand, the book does not find that the differences are enough to prevent a Christian from adopting a Zen practice.

Boykin has good advice for Christians who find former Christians in Zen centers. Since they may have left an expression of Christianity that has cut itself off from mystery, mysticism, or personal fulfillment, an apology would be in order.

Boykin's descriptions of Zen practice are as sharp and as scrubbed as a Zen practitioner's mind after doing zazen (sitting meditation). She intersperses her chapters with clear descriptions of various Zen practice, including sitting, walking, and following the breath. She describes Zen's healthy approach to stray thoughts during meditation:

There's no need to repress thoughts or ignore them. There's no need to judge them or scold them. Simply notice the thoughts. Be aware of them. And if you find yourself repressing, ignoring, judging, or scolding your thoughts, there's no need to repress, ignore, judge, or scold that. Simply notice it and return your attention to the breathing or the walking. Whatever arises, notice it and return your attention to the physical sensations of the present moment. [p. 74-75]

Although most traditions of Christian meditation do not focus on the present moment per se, Zen's gentle style of "notice and report" works well with Christian meditation, and parallels lots of good advice from Thomas Merton, Henri Nouwen and others on how to handle stray thoughts.

It is also important to point out that Zen does not advocate eliminating thought. Indeed, it advocates an awareness of thoughts as it also aids one's mental return to the present. In this respect, Zen's approach may remind the Christian of Thomas Keating's centering prayer, which is used to prepare the heart for the gift of contemplation. In Open Mind, Open Heart, Keating advocates the use of a "sacred word" to redirect the wandering mind's attention to ever-deepening levels of a simple thought.

After reading Zen for Christians, it will be difficult for me to read the Gospels without hearing Jesus' "Roshi" (old Zen master) style of relating truths in parables and in "dark sayings." At one point Jesus takes a break from it, and his relieved disciples exclaim, "Now you are speaking plainly and are not using a figure of speech." [John 16:29] Jesus seems more comfortable speaking in the style of Zen's koans than in the expository style heard from most pulpits today.

 
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[flower]

everydayandeverynight.com

There's that story in Talmud about planting a carob tree that will only bear fruit in 70 years, long after the planter is gone. What is the motivation for the planter? Someone now deceased had planted trees for him. He's returning the favor.

Planting this linden required less patience, though certainly some. And just like parenting, there are gratifications at every step in the development. My ten-year old son already hangs off its branches. Our Dog Boaz urinates on it. I lean on it and take photos of it.

[Here's the whole post.]


Shadows and Symbols

We see here a personal connection between God and each of his stars. We see him not just having created them (past tense) but leading and ordering them still (present tense). There is a connection of call and response from him to these great balls of fire in the heavens. And he’s keeping score: he knows where each one is at all times.

This is not the God who can easily be boxed into the many categories and thoughts of humankind. And this is definitely not a boring or mass-marketed Supreme Being. This is the one who demonstrates a fireworks of creativity and artistry.

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[gravestone]

my gorgeous somewhere

From behind cold tables, men back      out
without words. Beat clean and   purple-black,
they relinquish certain prizes:
panties, condom wrappers
and other residual proofs of   conquest.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[trees]

mole

A student reported that he once said to C.S. Lewis, "the amount of really great poetry is very small." At which Lewis snapped, in some irritation, "The amount that can be read with pleasure and profit is enormous."

I agree. I don't have much patience with the idea of "greatness" in the arts, which I think does more harm than good.

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Florescence

She wears silk dresses in emerald   and
lapis lazuli spun from the peacock’s   tail.
Sometimes I imagine the threads   tugging,
pulling her back and hold on tight.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[tree]

the cassandra pages

The drive west last week, across Vermont and into New York, was one of the most ethereal and beautiful trips I've ever made over that route. I traveled in silence, in the early morning, alone. The clouds still hung low over the Green Mountains, and a hazy fog persisted in the flatter pastures on the border between the two states south of Lake George - it would burn off later in the morning and expose the extreme heat we've had since. But in those early morning hours, the mountains and farmland were dreamy and quiet and empty as the space in which I was traveling.

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On the Slow Train

What I had learned was folk etymology--what Wikipedia calls "A commonly held misunderstanding of the origin of a particular word, a false etymology." Folk etymologies are usually more interesting than the actual word origin. Sometimes folk etymologies can unfairly cast a bad light on some perfectly innocent words, such as picnic, or phrases such as rule of thumb. But for the most part, folk etymologies can be a lot of fun.

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[leaf]

Creature of the Shade

But as soon as I asked it I knew she wouldn't be able to answer. I was looking for something like "north" or "west," but she, despite being a transport management professional, just didn't use such words to organize her sense of a city. She used words like "green building" and "flagpole." She could speak of left and right, but these narrative markers don't help you unless you're already on the right course.

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not native fruit

I've just begun a new book by Susan Griffin, "Wrestling with the Angel of Democracy." So far, it lives up to Griffin's standards for exquisite reasoning and prose. She leads us through the labyrinth of her own inner experience where it meets the outer world of both history and current events. At certain points of connection with current events I remember feeling exactly what she expresses. I take it that the inference of the book's title is that, just as in the Bible story when Jacob wrestles with the angel of the Lord and will not let him go until the angel blesses him, we must now wrestle with the angel of democracy, and not let him go.

[Here's the whole post.]

[picture]

Everydayandeverynight.com

I'm launching my journal again for 5768/2008.

In this omer journal, I take a Jewish-mythic point-of-view which presumes that I, personally, together with all Jews past, present and future, left Egypt and stood at Mt. Sinai together. This perspective challenges each Jew to join the Jewish experience and not be limited by the actual historical time period in which one lives. This perspective places human imagination at the center of religious engagement.

Our leaving Egypt is only the beginning of our path to liberation. Free from the bonds of Pharaoh, we seek a better, more human life. We begin this journey by the shores of the Nile. We look back in awe at a sea now appearing normal after having miraculously parted. But what now?

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via negativa

It was my birthday, and I had been given a live shrew in a box — not for a pet, but simply to admire and to photograph. I was a little disappointed at first that I didn’t get any real presents, but the shrew was an admirably fierce little creature who attacked anything thrust in its direction, and I soon appreciated the wisdom of the gesture: loaning me a fully wild creature, something that can never be owned or controlled. The idea that anyone can own anything — it’s such a delusion, isn’t it? But that’s what drives this mania of consumption imperiling the earth.

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[picture]

Mole

Darling,
The rain you sent was mixed with snow.
I could not tell which between
The snowflakes and the apple blossom
On the black sidewalk; I woke and you were

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[Picture]

The Middlewesterner

You see what you see. Don't beat yourself up too badly about it. Tomorrow the sky will be something different, a blue sheerness of petticoat, a shiny muslin, a white gauze.

Metaphor takes you away; it doesn't bring you back. You come back on your own if you get here at all.

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[Picture]

Lekshe's Mistake

Place
is not substance, not
a point in space,
more a point in time
when the conjunction of mind
and matter create
an experience
that
makes us believe there is a spot
to which we can return.

[Here's the whole poem.]


Marcia Bonta

Dragoo, affectionately referred to as “Skunk Man,” has little or no sense of smell, so as a mephitologist he can easily study and live with skunks. When he wants one for his research, he chases it down, picks it up by its tail, and is liberally sprayed, because, as skunk expert Richard G. Van Gelder discovered back in the 1960s, you can only grab a skunk by the tail and escape being sprayed if you surprise the animal. Otherwise, it is able to evert its anus and expose the nipples from its huge and squishy scent sacs, which are then ready to fire even if you do pick it up by its tail.

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[child walking]

Dick Jones' Patteran Pages

Your soft clock
scatters seconds like
peas on a drum.

A feather pulse
stutters in your
neck.

[Here's the whole poem.]

[duck photo]

Slow Reader

Aubrey is the guru of the Shelf Monkeys, a secret ‘book club’ to which Thomas gets invited. “Some books are simply a waste of paper, a waste of effort both to write and to read.” The flaming cover of this novel is sufficient clue to the book burnings that ensue, inspired by Fahrenheit 451. Books burnings, by the literate?! Only for books deemed not worthy by the members’ code. “We meet, we debate, we burn. It’s therapy, really.” Things escalate quickly and darkly, Lord of the Flies style, and Thomas is compelled to choose between his loyalties to his friends, literature, ethics, and his sanity.

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