To
the unfallen soul, holiness is instinctive.
As Lao Tzu said, “It was when the Great Way declined that human kindness
and morality arose.” The Great Way
declined at the Fall, but we can still see hints of this in very naturally good
people who act kindly and with goodness merely by nature.
Holiness
is the ground of our being as Christians.
“Were it not for their holiness, the spirits would soon wither away,” as
Lao Tzu said. Lao Tzu knew the identity
of goodness and being. Hell is
witheredness. Lao Tzu also uses images
of a brook needed replenishing and species needing to be propogating – thus
implying that holiness is as natural as natural processes, as indeed it is. And he saw joy, the joy of the world, the joy of holiness.
And
Lao Tzu even saw hints of
Sehnsucht, of that ecstatic longing that joy instills in us. Yet it is still hard to tell if it is Sehnsucht, or a more world-weary jadedness lying behind his words. “What is most perfect seems to have something
missing.” With prayer, with the peace of hope, that "something missing" is experienced as the pangs of longing for the Beloved, as awe - but without the peace of hope, one can only become resigned to the sense of lack.
Did Lao Tzu experience that peace? We cannot know. A first reading of the Lao Tzu seemed to exude a jaded resignation. A second reading indicated a joyful, quiet tranquility. His words are a bit of an enigma.
Did Lao Tzu experience that peace? We cannot know. A first reading of the Lao Tzu seemed to exude a jaded resignation. A second reading indicated a joyful, quiet tranquility. His words are a bit of an enigma.
In the Western tradition, the
philosophers say that God is Pure Act; the theologians say that He is the Hound
of Heaven. Lao-Tzu said that “Tao never
does; yet through it all things are done.”
These reveal complementary aspects of God, Who is both a burning act and yet, somehow, a quiet tranquility. His Act, His Uncreated Energy, is shown to us through His Revelation. But He held back His
revelation for a time, and could only be known as the Natural Law or Way – the
distant, passive, even awesome mystery “in which we live, and move, and have
our being”.
I close these scattered thoughts with a
Chinese poem, by Po Chu-i, one which seems to appropriately confound the puzzle further.
‘Those
who speak know nothing,
Those
who know are silent.’
These
words, I am told,
Were
spoken by Lao-Tzu.
If
we are to believe that Lao-Tzu
Was himself one who knew,
How
comes it that he wrote a book
Of five thousand words?