Faith and Default Settings

In the day-to-day trenches of adult life, there is actually no such thing as atheism. There is no such thing as not worshipping. Everybody worships. The only choice we get is what to worship.
- David Foster Wallace

Maybe this is how blogs are supposed to work. I publish something. Then someone else publishes a comment that includes a Hey, you ought to read this. And my next blog is about the this.

The this is David Foster Wallace's commencement address at Kenyon College from 2005 (thanks Winston Brown). Click HERE if you want to read it for yourself. The speech was (partly) about a trip to the supermarket after a long day at work.

Rather than telling all that bristling robed intelligence that great things await them, that they can achieve their dreams, that their enlightened minds will make the world a better place, David Foster Wallace said,

Anyway, you finally get to the checkout line's front, and pay for your food, and wait to get your check or card authenticated by a machine, and then get told to "Have a nice day" in a voice that is the absolute voice of death, and then you have to take your creepy flimsy plastic bags of groceries in your cart through the crowded, bumpy, littery parking lot, and try to load the bags in your car in such a way that everything doesn't fall out of the bags and roll around in the trunk on the way home, and then you have to drive all the way home through slow, heavy, SUV-intensive rush-hour traffic, etcetera, etcetera.

The point is that petty, frustrating crap like this is exactly where the work of choosing comes in.

The startling thing about these lines is that they could be just as appropriately delivered to dropouts and misfits in a court ordered anger management group. Life is about choosing. And whether you're graduating from an elite private school or teetering on the edge of society, what we choose to worship matters. The ultimate choice becomes whether to worship something or someone out beyond myself or to live as "lord of [my] own tiny skull sized kingdom, alone at the center of creation."

Learning how not to end up alone and angry in the checkout line is what life and religion are about. It's as true in the Heights as it is in the 'hood. If all we have to worship is our selves, we'll live in one hell of a lonely place.

Not, perhaps, what the bright young graduates at Kenyon were expecting. But we all have to come to terms with the checkout line self. That familiar self there under the soul sapping fluorescent lights, among the soul sapped shoppers, among all those annoyingly other people, where everyone and everything is in my way.

There I find my basic default setting. It's my way that matters. Why can't everyone else get out of it?

But the good news is that we do get to choose. We get to choose whether or not to live like it's only my way that matters. And so I'm a Christian. Maybe this seems like a flimsy argument for religion. Maybe you're still hoping for 7 irrefutable facts that will pin you down and show you the light, or convince everyone else of the light by which you see. But I don't think there's a single airtight argument for the truth of the Christian faith. I'm less and less sure there's a single airtight argument for anything. And even if there were, we'd still have to choose. Ultimately I'm Christian because I find the perspective Jesus offered as compelling and life giving.

Faith is about stepping out into a perspective beyond the confines of my default setting. It's about giving up the small kingdom of my own skull and getting the whole world in return. The whole wondrous world of shopping cart clatter and traffic, of the shuffling old and the spastic young.

And maybe what I get first, when I override my default settings for even a moment, is simply that other soul on the other side of this table, just beyond my own cup of coffee, telling me who she is and why she's happy or sad or angry or bored and what the world looks like from a perspective beyond that of my own head.

Mine's an awfully small kingdom to give up for even just that.