The Bible: Give Me a Word

Gospel Reading: Matthew 21.33-46
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I was installing a wainscot in a vinyl-sided 1970s ranch house bedroom. And the project was nothing like what that sentence sets you up to imagine. Perhaps a helpful detail to fill out the picture for you has nothing to do with the carpentry. The McKinnon's piano was a equally uninspiring spinet, but Laurie had decoupaged the thing entirely with sheet music.

Such was the tenor of the whole project. The dining room fireplace was tiled with shards from broken clay pots, and the soffits in the kitchen bore hand painted designs and favorite quotes about food. Calling Laurie a timid decorator is like calling Genghis Khan a diplomat.

So after we'd built tall shutters inside the French doors that swung into the living room, I was working around the sad, little gas-log insert, taking the v-grooved pine boards all the way to the ceiling above it.

I deferred to Laurie more than most clients. There was, quite literally, no telling what she'd choose. But I spoke my mind occasionally. I thought the pine boards needed some kind of border at the ceiling. Some thicker material that they could "die into" as carpenters say. But Laurie thought the boards should go right to the ceiling. When I argued carefully and respectfully (as her contractor - i.e. employee) her only explanation for the choice was "in here". She tapped at her heart, and the conversation was over.

I bit my tongue to keep my eyes from rolling.

Artistic types are easily dismissed by people (like, say, carpenters) more grounded in reality, more in touch with the sturdy things "out there" in our world, things that don't respond to the workings of our hearts. And nowhere are the battle lines between the "in here" people and the "out there" people more starkly drawn than among interpreters of the Bible.

But I think there may be less distance between the poles of interpretation than we pretend.

Truth is we all bring a lot of the "in here" to our decisions about how to draw meaning from the Bible. Our experiences and temperment and sometimes what we ate for breakfast affect how stories and which stories impact our lives whether we know it or not. We may think we're being objective, but everybody's self gets in the way. Or maybe meaning doesn't happen any other way.

Maybe this is why the desert monks often sent people away with a single word or less to sit with as they tried to untangle the meaning of scripture. Rather than explaining everything objectively, providing careful disinterested rationale for their choices, they told people to sit still and be quiet with the scriptures and see what happens.

I had lots of good reasons and the collected wisdom of trim carpenters on my side. But Laurie was right. The room looked great. The choices and the materials worked, or hung together through all those eccentric choices. The "in here" and the "out there" were in harmony something beautiful, the hardest thing to define in the world, happened.

So maybe it's not that we can read anything we want in the stories of scripture - like the strange parable from Sunday about wicked tenants and rejected cornerstones. But we are supposed to bring our own instincts, our own experiences, our own hunches and desires along with us in our reading. And if we can be quiet with all of it long enough, something unexpectedly beautiful might come into view.

Maybe silence is a way of sorting out the "in here" from the "out there" and letting God work through both.