If all time is eternally present/ all time is unredeemable. -T.S. Eliot [1]
Perhaps one of our very conditions in being human is our aversion to the middle spaces. They are uncomfortable, often indefinable, and the lack of clarity available within the middle space causes a repelling effect, that pushes either forward or backward, but most importantly, away from. We want to be anywhere but here. And yet, it is arguably here, within this middle space, where the God of our hope resides. Part of the creaturely disposition is being subject to temporality, with all of the madness, chaos, and violence. We long for the day when we will be in eternity, worshipping God, when all the constraints and evils of time have fallen away. So being embodied creatures subjected to a very specific time frame, how does the role of the artist possibly reflect some truthfulness to time and eternity both? Is there something within the hypostatic union of Christ that connects time with timelessness through Christ’s human career and the Triduum? Christ has willingly entered into the humanly irresolvable paradox, the middle space that simultaneously bears and venerates time and eternity. Beauty therefore is being true to the resurrected but wounded Christ who has entered into and bended time in order to redeem it.
The Christian is called to these places of bended time, these middles that are “often defined by what they are not: the space, the years in between that which is no longer what came before and that which is not yet what will come later.”[2] Surely these places in and of themselves have some sort of characteristics? In a way, these middle spaces are not something we can define well, but they are something we feel, because we feel our desire to be away from and out of them. These middle spaces are often felt because of our very desire to escape them. If we can be rid of our earthly suffering, and our inability to make sense of the time in which we inhabit, then we can escape the very seeming meaningless that our time-ly-ness represents. So even the fullness of our years figures this middle space, “somewhere between darkness and light: that is where we are as Christians.”[3] Because we are creatures, we are in need; we are contingent upon our Creator. So even as much as we would like to escape these middle spaces, the middle space actually creates the necessary conditions to be met and to encounter beauty. Bruce Herman in an essay goes as far to say, “beauty cannot be encountered in its fullness apart from acknowledgment of suffering, aging, contingency and need.”[4] These are the habitats of humanity, and God chose to enter into our condition rather than plucking us from it. We live in these middle spaces, and God has met us there.
The nature of our faith is that our God became God incarnate, and entered into our very condition, subject to temporality.[5] We cannot disconnect the meaning of the death of Christ from his life, or his human career.[6] The scriptures speak to this entrance into temporality as his human nature, while still holding the eternity of his divine nature. To disconnect even Christ’s earthly life from the ongoing salvific narrative diminishes meaning. For “the fact highlighted in the text that it is in and through time that God works out his purposes… the renewal of creation can begin only by a new and miraculous act of God, the making new of our humanity, which had become soiled and tired.”[7] So the incarnation can be seen as one of the moments where Christ entered into temporality in order to bend time itself. In the Emmanuel, the heavens and earth waited for the incoming; time stood still as it waited for the arrival of the Christ child. And it is in this human career of Christ, that our search for meaning can find a resting place. The life and death of Christ, holding both realities of: “time & timeless, stillness and movement, self and world, flesh and spirit.”[8] Christ came into the place of time that for us has no meaning on its own. History by itself does not present a form or pattern of meaning, let alone a hopeful one.
Christ came into our middle space. We have been called into these places because our God came to us and dwelt among us. The subjectivity to temporality becomes redeemed in the incarnation, and human career of Christ. In speaking about T.S. Eliot’s Quartets, Begbie sheds light on this incoming and its implications for time itself. “Time seems to become nothing less than the vehicle of god’s providential and saving action. This is of a piece with a far more time-laden vision of the incarnation, one which is able to embrace the entire story of all birth and deaths, in which the world’s time is not negated or set aside but healed.”[9] In Christ, we have the example of not wishing for escape from our set time on earth, but hope for redemption of the very time we inhabit.
In our return to our search for beauty, we are looking for meaning amidst the violence of our past century. In A Broken Beauty, Gordon Fuglie writes about why there is a renewed interest in the theme of beauty among artists:
Rather they seek a vision grounded in the realities of the present. And given the widespread global, national, and ethnic violence that marked the last hundred years, it will come as no surprise to twenty-first century viewers that the humanity in the Broken Beauty artists draw, paint, and sculpt is marked by the long, sad legacy of that epoch- how could it not be and remain honest? But that legacy does not have the final word; the humanity and transcendence in their works also embody hope.[10]
There is something within the artist that is caught between the realities of the present and the hope that our faith holds to. Within that, there is a desire for authenticity in representing what history has presented in its meaninglessness and violence, but also the beauty of Christ incarnate and resurrected.
Perhaps returning to one idea of the role of the Christian artist is now fitting. Since time is not something to be escaped but entered into, specifically because it is one of God’s vehicles, what is the artist’s role as they contemplate time? Flannery O’Connor wrote out of this space, wondering how to bring the authenticity to both the chaos of felt time and future hope. She asks some fitting questions about whether her role as a novelist contradicts or runs parallel to her identity as a Christian. Rather than the belief that the Christian novelist must tidy up reality, or just reproduce the fallen perversions that they witness, she wonders: “just how can the novelist be true to time and eternity both, to what he sees and what he believes, to the relative and the absolute?”[11] So from O’Connor’s example, we see the importance and possibility of:
The sacramental act of creating something good that expresses, in concrete circumstances, the divine beauty of God… [her] prophetic vision, theological and artistic, is directed toward drawing together the physical and the spiritual; that is, the lived sensible world and the mysterious unseen reality that is eternally present… The responsibility of the religious artist is to [work] without denying the reality either of time or eternity and to acknowledge their meaningful relation to human life.[12]
The Christian’s faith does not have to compromise their artistic work, and they can still be loyal to their craft without losing their faith. This is the middle space of living between what is temporally true and what is eternally true. O’Connor worked from a place where she believed this was actually her responsibility as a writer, as responsible both to the form of the novel, her own faith, and to her readers. So what does it look like to work from this middle space, seeking to occupy a paradox?
Therefore this is the work of the Spirit through Christ, that temporality is not escaped but entered into. It is the realm of paradox because the chronology of history does not always bear meaning, form, and sense. Gregory Wolfe writes:
To recognize this tension between the fragment and the whole, the finished and the unfinished, is to enter into the realm of paradox. Paradox is not merely a game of logic but something almost sacred- an apparent contradiction that nonetheless hints at a deeper unity. A paradox simultaneously respects reason and points us toward mystery, a place that reason alone cannot reach.[13]
This sacredness is where the Spirit dwells, and dwells in the paradox. This too is a substitution, that the Spirit bears paradox where we as humans cannot bear too much of the paradox of reality.
So Christ, by becoming embodied and subject to temporality, and the Spirit as dwelling in that realm of paradox, opens up our relationship to the middle space. Lauren F. Winner writes about the lost linguistic middle voice, one representation of the middle space:
The middle is the language of spirituality, of devotion, the language of religious choreography. It is the middle voice that captures the strange ways activity and passivity dance together in the religious life; it is the voice that tells you that I am changed when I do these things and that there is something about me that allows these happenings to happen; and yet it is the voice that insists that there is another agent at work, another agent always vivifying the action, even when unnamed.[14]
The Spirit is at work, witnessing the paradox between time and timelessness. We are not alone in this middle space, but rather the Spirit dances through us in the animation of our work. These truths do not necessarily fix things, but rather allow us to acknowledge the struggle within the middle space, even as the metaphor of the middle space applies to our entire human careers. “The tension or struggle between eternity and time, and in particular, the problem of how we as human creatures can experience something of eternity’s stability despite living in time with its chronic instability and decay.”[15] We are caught between the middle space of living within the instable and often chaotic temporality while still putting hope in the promise of eternity. How these overlap, interpenetrate and co-mingle is perhaps one calling of the Christian artist to name.
What has been suggested is that the Christian artist is the one who lives within the middle space, specifically by voicing both truths of the chaos of temporality and the hope of eternity, specifically because Christ became human and the Spirit empowered him to do the will of the Father. We know what beauty is because of the wounds of Christ, who came not to escape time but to redeem time. Christ entering into our temporality affords us this: “Beauty’s very woundedness is the occasion of redemption.”[16] Whereas Bruce Herman does not necessarily go this far, it seems that one understanding of love could be defined as wounded beauty. Christ’s broken body is what binds us together, as we partake in the Eucharist, creating community through the woundedness of beauty. If our redemption rests on the fact that Christ, in love, entered into temporality and was wounded, then this is the place of beauty.
And yet, beauty is not the first thing that comes to mind when we ponder the wounds of Christ. Do we notice the paradox of eternity and temporality working both in and through the human career of Christ? Do we see Christ in the darkness, the middle tints that may not necessarily sing on their own, but are enabled to because of the gradations that lead up to splashes of beauty? Are we willing to linger in the middle and notice what we may not be looking for? Perhaps here is where the words of Isaiah 53 begin to name the middle that Christ occupied. “He was despised and rejected by men,/ a man of sorrows, and familiar with suffering,/ like one from whom men hide their faces/ he was despised, and we esteemed him not.”[17] Christ experienced the suffering and chaos, because he was subject to temporality. His hypostasis held his humanity and divinity together, and his time on earth and his timelessness of eternity. To return to the words of T.S. Eliot, what would it mean for our experience of time, if God had not come into its very structure? Could we be redeemed any other way?
There may not be sure answers to these questions, but this paradox does point to yet another layer of paradox. The wounded Christ is the foolishness of God, and in fact “Christ returns to the Father as the victim of human rejection and crucifixion, the embodiment of foolishness rather than the victorious champion.”[18] And if the wounded Christ is the very foolishness of God, we remember that “the foolishness of God is wiser than man’s wisdom, and the weakness of God is stronger than man’s strength.”[19] God’s foolishness and Christ’s wounded body again stands in the place we cannot; paradox between temporality and eternity. What we cannot bear and make sense of, Christ has entered, and made us beautifully foolish. Time becomes redeemed as a continuation of creation moving toward the eschaton, and beauty is not prettiness, but woundedness transfigured. “The marks of human history, indeed of human sinfulness, depravity, and injustice, are indelibly inscribed upon the flesh of the resurrected Lord. These marks in no way tarnish the glory of the new creation, but rather those ‘those wounds yet visible above’ are ‘in beauty glorified.’”[20] Our very aversion, Christ entered into. What we wish to escape, Christ has borne and redeemed. Time is taken up in his wounds, and becomes the vehicle of our redemption.
- T.S. Eliot, “Burnt Norton,” in Collected Poems, 1909-1962, 181.
- Lauren F. Winner, “Middles,” Image Journal no. 72 (2011-2012), 75.
- Frederick Buechner, “Light and Dark,” in Clown in the Belfry (New York: Harper Collins, 1992), 121.
- Bruce Herman, “Wounds and Beauty,” in The Beauty of God, ed. Daniel J. Trier, Mark Husbands and Roger Lundin (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 2007), 112.
- My point is less of an understanding of what Christ’s incarnation/death/resurrection actually accomplishes, or that God ultimately came to show us how we should live, but more so that God subjected Godself to the same conditions we experience, one of which is temporality. Part of his humanity is to be fully human in having a set time on earth.
- I am borrowing this term from Colin Gunton, found throughout his work The Christian Faith, where he speaks holistically about Christ’s time on earth.
- Colin Gunton, The Christian Faith (Malden, MA: Blackwell Publishing, 2002), 100. Italics added.
- Makoto Fujimura et al., Quartets (Salem, MA: Deschamps Printing, 2012), 7.
- Jeremy Begbie, “Keeping in Time,” in Quartets (Salem, MA: Deschamps Printing, 2012), 76.
- Gordon Fuglie, “A Broken Beauty and Its Artists,” in A Broken Beauty, ed. Theodore Prescott (Grand Rapids, MI: William B. Eerdsman Publishing, 2005), 2005.
- Flannery O’Connor, “Catholic Novelists and Their Readers,” in Mystery and Manners (New York: Farrar, Straus & Giroux, 1961), 177.
- Susan Srigley, Flannery O’Connor’s Sacramental Art (Notre Dame, IN: Notre Dame Press, 2004), 3.
- Fujimuro, 7.
- Lauren F. Winner, “Middles,” Image Journal no. 72 (2011-2012), 77.
- Ibid., 72.
- Bruce Herman, “Wounds and Beauty,” in The Beauty of God, ed. Daniel J. Trier, Mark Husbands and Roger Lundin (Downers Grove, IL: InterVarsity Press, 2007), 118.
- Isaiah 53:3, New International Version.
- Trevor Hart, “The Grammar of Conversation,” in Between the Image and the Word (Surrey, England: Ashgate Publishing, 2013), 117. Italics added.
- 1 Corinthians 1:25, New International Version.
- Steven R. Guthrie, “Beautiful, Beautiful Zion,” in Creator Spirit: The Holy Spirit and the Art of Becoming Human (Grand Rapids, MI: Baker Academic, 2011), 195.