I sometimes wonder what it must be like to grow up in a
country other than South
Africa . Our sense of what is “normal”, the
things that no longer trigger full-blown hysteria - even one episode of Carte
Blanche would surely dissolve a “normal” person in tears. It’s a testimony to a
very dark reality. I’m confronted with it almost daily in my teaching
profession – stories of colleagues and bits and pieces of the township life
filter through to me through the kids that I teach, the dad that gets shot in
the front yard, the uncle stabbed in the shebeen. The bubble of my false illusions gets
constantly and unceremoniously burst. I sincerely hope that there are still
normal places in the world. Places where a person can raise their kids and
still cling to a bit of faith in the society which they bring their children
into. Places where my hand won’t instinctively shoot up to the lock on the door
when my car pulls to a halt at the traffic light. But you see, even if I found
a place where I could safely turn on the evening news, I wouldn’t go there. I
wouldn’t seek asylum in a peaceful place because I believe that I have found
the cure for the broken society which I live in.
No, I’m not talking about the historic rise of the ‘Obama
from Soweto ’. I
would like to still think that there could be a political remedy for the deep,
festering wounds in our nation but I let go of that hope quite awhile back.
Don’t get me wrong, I would still love to see more wise and magnanimous leaders
like Mandela; men who have effected massive change in our nation. But somehow I
don’t think even the old Madiba magic could save us now. I think secretly many
of us believe that if our police services worked like the team from CSI and our
legal system like the one in Law and Order we would finally have all the bad
guys locked up in the tronk and we could sleep safely in our beds at night. How
quickly we forget that not so long ago we lived in a police state. Our legal
system was littered with more laws than we knew what to do with and army
patrols made regular beats through our most populated residential settlements.
No. Laws and police batons can never keep the peace in our
restless and violent hearts. Whether they be South African hearts or any other
nationality, they will never succeed. How can I be so sure? Well, where can we
find details of the first recorded incident of murder known to mankind? It
wasn’t a revenge killing in Manenberg or xhenopobic violence in Gauteng . It was the
jealous rage of a young man called Cain from Canaan
which resulted in the premature death of his brother Abel. It is recorded just
after the paragraph describing how his parents overturned the natural order of
things and rebelled against God. Soon after replacing God in heaven with the
far inferior god of Self a very different kind of society was spawned, the kind
of dark new normal that we recognize in our own homely land.
When I look at the world around me the first question I ask
is – What
is wrong with us? Why do we insist on destroying what would otherwise
be a perfect paradise?! At the end of almost every awe-inspiring account of the
wonders of our beautiful blue and green planet, Attenborough will usually
conclude by reprimanding us for the destructive habits of the humans who live
on it who are exploiting and threatening the very existence of the environment
we live in. His world view is very different to mine but the question is still
the same. I believe this question is so fundamental that it begs a rigorous
accounting in any philosophical attempt to explain this life. Surely I can’t be
the only one that is left outrageously unsatisfied by any religion or system of
belief that glibly passes over this question. And yet I find that quite a
number of the most popular ones do. Let me describe two of them to illustrate.
Take Islam for starters. Muslims celebrate the institution
of a kind of new and improved system of laws which followed the heels of the
Mosaic system of the Jews. It is their ardent belief that the plethora of laws
presented in their religion along with the severe penalties threatened for the
law-breakers will restore a golden age of peace and good will in society. At
the risk of sounding like an old-fashioned nay-sayer, I think the hype is
massively overstated. It fails to correctly diagnose the fundamental human
problem. Adam and Eve had only one religious law to keep – don’t eat from the
tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. The threatened penalty for this
transgression was of the severest kind – death, and they still went on to break
it! When the Mosaic Law came later with the founding of Judaism proper, a
staggering 613 laws took the place of the first. Muslims trumpet the dismal
failure of the Jewish nation to consistently adhere to those laws as though
their failure necessitated a new system of laws to replace the old and a new
religion to go with it. The system of laws introduced by Islam is more
comprehensive than that of the Mosaic Law but when was the problem ever that there were too few laws? The insurmountable
problem for us humans has always been that we seem incapable of keeping laws,
even good ones. Humans seem to be deeply averse to laws of any kind, most
especially those announced with divine injunction.
And what about the secular humanist approach espoused by the
Atheists? How do they treat the “What is wrong with us?” question? Well
according to this view we as humans are merely sophisticated animals. We
shouldn’t be surprised when animals kill each other, when they do cruel things
motivated by greed, they are only demonstrating what they really are on the
inside. So why are we? - Surprised by the cruelty of humans toward each other?
We still bear the moral fingerprints of a righteousness God on our souls. We
call it “conscience”. It is the moral compass that distinguishes us from the
rest of the animal kingdom. Unfortunately the “ghost within the machine” is
completely discounted by the secular humanist world-view and they contribute to
the deadening of our moral conscience by denying its existence.
If the solution is
not more rules, more police, more religion or more brainwashing in “tolerance”
towards our fellow human beings (after all, what do animals know about
tolerance?), then what in heavens name is it?! Well it is only too obvious that
our help is not going to come from anyone born after that first man called
Adam. Every person after him has only confirmed the embarrassing truth that
moral perfection is a noble dream but tantalizingly out of reach for any human
hand to grasp. When we fail we feel so bitterly disappointed so we remind
ourselves that we are only human after all, and at least I’m not as bad as
Mugabe.
Moral perfection is God’s domain, so God did something
beautiful. Seeing the conundrum that we’re in, God took pity on us, left his
throne and was born as a man. Someone approached him with a question, and began
his question like this, “Good teacher…” But Jesus wouldn’t let him finish, “Who
is good but God alone?” He replied. “Good teacher” would never do as a title
for the God-man. He was perfectly good because He was born of God, not because
he was another human with some wise words to share with the world.
We inherit our moral deficient natures from our great
grandfather – Adam, but not since the God-man has there ever been this profound
new way to be rid of our moral dis-ease. “You must be born again” the God-man
said, not born after our imperfect ancestors but born of the same divine spirit
that the God-man had. What a mercy! What a gift!
In a country that was once called a miracle I hear white
people constantly complaining about how much the country has changed. In the other room I hear black people bemoaning how little has changed after 10 years of
true democracy. But in my heart I know there is only one way that our country
will truly change for the good. It is by faith in the only man that ever was
good, the God-man Jesus. I know the gospel message works because it’s working
in me. I became a part of the solution as soon as the God-man took a hold of
me. I’m not yet who He said I can be but I know one thing's for sure, I’m surely
not the man I used to be. I pray that one day when I look at the world around
me it will finally be the kind of place that God intended for it to be.
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