I have always been drawn to the figure of
the prophet. Not the fairy-tale type who mutters mysterious things and then
says ‘now you must seek your own destiny!’ But the real-world ones as recorded
in the Bible. These prophets are strange, controversial people wracked with
passion and anger. Most of the time, people don’t like them very much.
Sometimes they seem to have gone insane. God seems to use them rather roughly,
as well.
My interest in the prophets had a lot to do
with the fact that I’ve always found the book of Isaiah beautiful and
compelling. I mostly thought of the book in terms of the words, but a while
back I had a Rabbi-professor who gave us an assignment to write an essay about
a section or a story in the Bible. Naturally I chose Isaiah: it’s poetic! It’s
epic!
But I had to do the research into the
historical period, the political situation under which Isaiah wrote, and the
very nature of the prophets of ancient Judea. This necessitated my very happy
introduction to the writings of Abraham Joshua Heschel whose book The
Prophets is highly recommended.
This investigation into the nature,
history, and calling of the prophets helped me to finally understand my own
love for the biblical prophets. They are
living and breathing bridges between God and man. They are caught in the
middle. Berating the people with justice, passion, and wrath, pleading to God
on their behalf with mercy, love, and hope. They have fire in their bones, and
their lips are touched with coals. They are angry. They are heartbroken.
They are half-mad. They are “some of the most disturbing people who ever
lived,” said Heschel.
We always think of the person who stands in
the middle and argues for both sides as a compromiser or an appeaser. Pick a
side already, we say. But the prophets are the least compromising people on the planet. Jeremiah thought he would
burn up from the inside if he didn’t say what God had given him to say. No room
for compromise. Seemingly, the only one the prophets ever managed to please was
God, though we get no insight on that score.
They will be threatened with death, called
traitors and liars, they will be hated and even killed, all so they can speak
the truth. For they have been yanked out of the crowd as with a hook, and have
had God’s own words poured into them, and we can imagine that it truly is “a
terrible thing to fall into the hands of the living God.”
The Translator:
If you’ll pardon the deeply personal perspective,
one of the reasons the prophets strike me so is that they are, in one sense, translators. I cannot help but see this.
Sometimes a translator may find themselves
interpreting between two antagonists. This is a very tricky situation. We would
assume, at first, that the translator must remain neutral: they must not coerce
the language to achieve their own preferred outcome, nor prefer one party over
the other. But, really, they must be anything but neutral. They must be
passionate, and accurate, and wholehearted in both directions. They must be
invested in the ideal outcome for both
sides.
Now, the prophet as translator is in a quite
different situation in at least one regard, for he stands as intermediary
between One who is utterly righteous, and a people unrighteous. The languages
of either side, so to speak, are not
on equal footing. This is a higher language—an ineffable language, really—being
translated downward.
“But what appears to us as wild emotionalism must seem like
restraint to [the prophet] who has to convey the emotion of the Almighty in the
feeble language of man.” -A.J. Heschel
Regardless, the prophet is still positioned
as the intermediary and it is because he cares for both sides—belongs to both sides—that he is torn in
spirit. He ultimately is God’s. He is also human. If Israel falls, so does he.
If plagues, if famine, if ruin befall the people, they befall him too. If the
people are sinful and of unclean lips, so is he. He is a citizen of both
nations, heavenly and earthly. He is both conduit and recipient of what God has
to say.
No small wonder that the prophet trembles
and raves.
Divine Tension
Most of us have heard of the concept of
divine tension before—the idea that something must be put in careful, taut
balance. Not this, but not quite that either. Perhaps there are times
where the phrase feels like an escape hatch out of a very sticky subject—like predestination
vs. free will—but that is probably because in God all things are exactly as
they should be, whereas we are wild pendulums, and seem always hurrying to
extremes. We antagonize intellectualism in favor of emotionalism, then turn
around and hold emotions in contempt so as to revere only intellect (God gave
us both). We forget we have sins to forgive, and then forget that our sins are
forgiven. We forget wrath to talk only of grace, then forget grace in order to indulge
in wrath.
The prophet embodies our broad-scale
pendulum swings in so concise a manner, it’s almost as if he’s trying to
contain two seemingly opposing truths in his mouth at one time. And so he is.
The words of the prophets roll up against us like waves, rising with anger,
then crashing down with mercy, towering over with wrath, then relenting to
forgiveness, heaving up with judgment, then rolling to the shore with love.
Again, and again, and again.
Yes, it has a whiplash effect. Yes, it is
confusing. But instead of dismissing one part for the other, perhaps we should
consider that this is yet another instance of “the feeble language of man”
being unable to contain God.
Perhaps the many instances of divine
tension which we encounter in the scripture, in theology, are simply the best
translations we can receive of God’s thoughts, and God’s ways, which are
higher, and which are not ours.
Prefiguring Christ:
“He who loved his people, whose life was dedicated to saving his
people, was regarded as an enemy” –A.J. Heschel, speaking on the prophets.
Make no mistake, the prophets suffered. In
varying ways and degrees, but in New Testament retrospect, persecution was
considered one of the major characteristics of a prophet. And for what does the
prophet suffer? Telling the truth. Telling people what they don’t want to hear.
Speaking of hypocrisy, sin, and punishment—yet also hope and renewal and rising
from the ashes.
A prophet is often telling a truth that is unpopular, against the prevailing winds
of the time. Everyone—King and country—wants to go one way, but the prophet is
pointing in another. Perhaps the prophet suffers because of the specific, physically
miserable way in which he must convey the truth (Ezekiel). Perhaps the prophet
must go somewhere he does not want to go (Jonah). Perhaps the prophet is called
to love one who has been adulterous (Hosea).
Whether it is the powers that be, the broad
culture, or the religious hypocrisy of the time, the prophet has to set himself
against the flow, and he often gets thrashed about as a result.
Thus Jesus. He pleased neither the secular
nor the religious powers of his day. He spoke of sin and wrath, but also of
love and mercy. His words stirred tremendous passion, hope, anger, and
violence. The zealots wanted a battle king, and got a sacrificial lamb. The
religious leaders wanted compliance and to keep the social hierarchy in place,
and they got the Messiah who was to change everything, and humble proud souls.
The powers that be just wanted this to be a Jewish issue taken care of by Jews,
but it became a phenomenon that spread throughout the Roman world, and then the
whole world long after Rome fell.
And He suffered. Contempt, mockery,
torture, then death. He told the truth—of who He was, and what he had come to
do—and He was that which all the prophets prefigured, both in their actual
words, but also in their very experiences.
I confess that this is the aspect of the
prophets I understand the least, because Jesus Himself is so hard for me to
understand. I understand with my mind, but struggle to truly grasp the nature
of His sacrifice. I want to remain in the realm of the imaginary heroics where
one feels hard-pressed, but prevails with a few minor bruises. Far less can I
imagine or reconcile myself with something that would cause the Son of God
Himself to sweat blood and quote David’s most frightening lines, Eloi, Eloi
Lama Sabachtani.
As the prophets are sometimes brightly
illumined, and other times painfully inscrutable to our souls, so Jesus. The
prophets speak for God and Man. Jesus is God and Man. I will not pretend to
understand this, but the parallels are present without question. It is as
blazingly clear as when a form of poetry repeats itself, in rhyme and meter,
building on itself, reaching a crescendo that now resonates with, but is so
much more than, its first use of the form.
He is the second Adam, and all the prophets
fulfilled.
Messengers:
This is probably the most straightforward
and obvious fact about the prophets. They are the couriers of a divine message.
They didn’t create it, they may not even like what they are bound to say, and
it certainly isn’t for their own personal benefit, but it is their duty. I can’t help but picture the
runner-couriers in WWI, as in the tragic battle of Gallipoli, who sprint to
pass battle commands, to keep the troops from running straight into their
deaths. They may be in terrible danger, they also may die under fire, but above
all else they must get the message through. Even if no one listens, they must
get it through.
Often the Prophets’ message is distilled
simply to that: stop what you are about to do or you are going to die. Death
(or enslavement) of either body, soul, nation, or future generations, but here is
the word of warning if you will heed it. Turn back. The battle will fall to the
enemy if you keep on as you are going. It may already be to late. Turn back.
Divine Discontent:
I do not get the impression that there was
a great deal of satisfaction in the lives of the prophets. Trust and faith and
hope, yes, but they seem to all have been inflicted with a divine frustration.
Let this not be confused with the sort of discontent we experience in our
fleshly selves, when we do not get to do what we want, or things aren’t going
our way. This is something different.
“The essence of blasphemy is confusion and in the eyes of the
prophet, confusion is raging in the world.” –A.J. Heschel
This is the prophet seeing the muddy water
for what it is.
This is looking at the world and aching for all that has gone wrong in
it. This is feeling it like a knife in the gut when someone takes a step that,
to them, is of no consequence, but the prophet can see where it will lead. This
is sensing the roiling misery under the pleasant veneer of the people or the
culture. How can the prophet withdraw to his own affairs when all these things
sting his lungs like a poison?
And will he get to see the fruit of his
labors, the wheat that grows from the words he has sown? Probably not. Some
things he may see come to pass, some morsels to feed his faith, but that is far
from guaranteed. For “prophecy is never complete in itself; it is a burden, a
tension, a call, the waging of a battle, never a victory, never a
consummation.” (Heschel)
He cannot, like a monk, withdraw to be
prayerful and meditative. That is a noble office, and some are called to it.
But not the prophet. He has been tuned to a frequency in which he will hear all
the terrible discordance around him. God has opened his eyes and ears, and it
is not often a pretty sight.
So, then, what are the prophets to us?
Certainly their words are not dead, but is their office? I do not think so, but I also do not know how to judge the
matter. We speak a great deal these days of having prophetic natures, or
prophetic personalities. We speak of it in terms of spiritual gifting, as is
mentioned in the New Testament. Not that this label is wrongly applied, but I
do believe we would do well to consider the concept of the prophet, or the
nature of a prophet with wisdom and humility.
It would be very presumptuous of us to
slide our feet into the shoes of the prophets—to take on that mantle when it
must be one divinely bestowed. So I myself must be terribly wary of thinking
“because I am passionate, it must be the passion a prophet,” or “my
uncompromising nature is probably because I am in nature very like the
prophets.” We must be especially careful not to put too much stock into our own
words. I say all this more to myself than anyone else.
That remembered, let us play that dangerous
game for one moment. You are as a prophet of God. Or I am.
What would that really mean? Certainly not
praise and accolades, except perhaps after we are dead, and will neither know
nor care about it. It would almost certainly mean:
-Being ignored.
-Aching in compassion for those very people
who ignore you, mock you, call for your blood
-Weighted down by those infinitesimal
fragments of God’s own compassion, justice, mercy and wrath he sees fit to show
you, and finding that weight almost impossible to bear.
-Speaking truth to a beloved authority
-Speaking truth to a despised authority
-to the church
-to those who have abandoned the church
-Telling people that the impossible is
possible
-Feeling like all your words are wasted
-Watching the world crash down around your
ears
-Being a vessel, not a hero (poor Ezekiel)
-Enduring hunger, humiliation, discomfort,
refuse, shame
-Knowing that the very people your rail
against, and all their sin, are part of you and you are part of them. Your rail
against your very self. You are never above that which you condemn. When God
says, “speak this to the people” you—and I—are one of the people.
-Knowing that our own fallenness is one of
the apertures through which we must look if we are to have good aim when
sighting in on sin outside of ourselves.
So we might be cautious in comparing
ourselves to the prophets merely because we experience passion, and we desire
to speak, but—whatever else—we must
emulate them in their fierce love for both God and man, in how ruthlessly they
lash themselves to the truth in spite of all consequences, in how unabashedly
they communicate both the wrath and love, the justice and compassion, of God.
If I have any love in me, it came from God.
And from him it is infinitely truer, deeper and more pure than mine.
If, in my paltry love or sense of empathy
for a perfect stranger, I feel as though I could enter a fight to the death to
save someone…how much more so God. He sent many messengers to wake us, and some died in pursuit of their task. And then He sent His Son to die in the pursuit of His.
Only this time, that was not the end.
