Reflections and musings occasioned by Caputo, The Folly of God.
I remember that some celebrate the week following Easter as a time for Fools for Christ. What if, instead of adoringthe risen Christ, we were to be jesters who laughed and danced at the foolishness of the resurrection—further evidence of the folly of God? We can’t wrap our imaginations around the craziness that we have actually experienced—Yeshua, who died almost 2000 years ago, continues to influence the lives of people today, to influence my life. It doesn’t make sense; but that is my experience. Somehow, in some strange way, I sense the inrush of the Other (tout autre) when I connect with the stories of Yeshua’s teaching and healing. Those stories tease out of me a greater sense of connection and responsibility with others and the world—not responsibility for, but responsibility with.
I disagree with most of the political stances of politican like Paul Ryan, Mitch McConnell, and Roy Blunt (my senator). And yet, as a citizen, the responsibility for the maintenance of American democracy is the responsibility of us all. So, I joined by grandkids—along with 10,000+ marchers in St Louis and more than 1 million across the U.S. to march against gun violence. Did Ryan, McConnell, and Blunt pay attention? Well, they certainly didn’t join the march. Is their voting record likely to change because I marched? Because they are each heavily supported (and financed) by the NRA, maybe not; but the foolishness of the march was that the impossible might become possible.
Jesters don’t solve anything or pass any laws. They can, however, soften the king’s automatic response and, on rare occasions, tease out of the king the beginnings of a radical change of direction. Oui, oui. Viens!Yes, yes. Come, tout autre, surprise us with the improbable and impossible.