Theology of Spiritual Activism
Published in Third Way ( www.thirdway.org.uk ), Vol. 29, No. 7, September 2006, pp. 12 - 15. Also published in the January/February 2007 issue of Tikkun, pp. 18 - 20, the progressive American Jewish magazine - (www.tikkun.org).
in the Bones
Campaigning for justice can be exhausting without some inner grounding. Alastair McIntosh draws inspiration from Jeremiah in exploring a theology of “spiritual activism”.
THERE’S a terrifying line in
one of Adrienne Rich’s poems that gets to the nub of what it means to be a
spiritually-informed activist for change in the world. Probably moulded by her
Jewish and Protestant family origins, she says, “I stand convicted by all my
convictions – you, too.”[i]
I use this with students to
whom I teach spiritual activism on the human ecology masters programme at
Strathclyde University. It’s a phrase that quickly sorts out anybody for whom
activism is just a fashion accessory. Relative to the mainstream values of the
world, the beautiful vision for change readily becomes what Ben Okri calls “a burden,
an unbearable exposure of collective cowardice and sloth and smallness of spirit
in an era of malice, an era of failure.”[ii]
It is so easy to despair and stop trying, especially as we know we can never do
enough. But that is precisely why an
appeal to something greater than our small selves becomes imperative. Indeed,
that is what can carry us beyond ego, beyond even compassion fatigue. Our
challenge is to face the burdens of the world, yes, but to participate in
transforming them. In Christian understanding, this is the way of the Cross. It
shifts the violent worship of death that characterises “Empire” into a
living expression of love.
But how do we open to the grace
of such transfiguration in the daily life or our activism? What attitude can we
elicit or even pray for in order to try and not burn out, sell out or cop out?
TROUBLERS OF THE PEACE
In my own work, I invariably
find that when a new focus for activism breaks in on life it’s like an
unwanted child. You get busy doing all manner of things, then yet another
challenge hammers on the door. Of course, none of us has to attend every fight
we’re invited to. There’s a necessity for discernment and discipline about
what we do or do not take on. But I’ve noticed that often this very process of
discernment can be what leads to a radical re-ordering of one’s priorities.
During the 1990s I participated
in two major campaigns near the Hebridean Isle of Lewis, where I grew up. One
brought about land reform on the Isle of Eigg, and the other thwarted corporate
plans for the biggest roadstone quarry in the world that would have been in the
National Scenic Area on the Isle of Harris. But throughout this period I was
also getting repeated challenges from urban friends. “What about helping us to
stand our ground and rebuild broken communities?” they would ask. “It’s
all very well doing your stuff on little Scottish islands where you’ve got a
nice comfortable sense of belonging. But what about us, whose forbears got
pushed off the land and have lost our anchor points of identity? What about
communities marked not by scenic beauty, but by vomit on the pavement, graffiti
on the walls and drug addiction up dead-end alleys? What about urban life and
death on our native reservations?”
At first I tried to keep these
voices at arms length. “I do rural regeneration,” I’d tell them. “You do
the urban stuff if that’s your wont.” But then the very process of
discernment – the very act of sitting down briefly each day and simply asking,
“What does the deep Spirit of Life seek of me now?” – all that starts to
open out new patterns of reality that introduce their own imperatives. For my
wife and I, this led to us moving two years ago to Govan, the onetime
shipbuilding area of Glasgow; a place where the industrial tide has gone out,
leaving behind a community where many are bereft of work and meaning.
Such life changes often come
from being touched by a kind of fire. It can come from others, from
circumstances, or from within us. This was something that Jeremiah understood
very well. In my work I’ve often found myself being drawn to this prototypical
spiritual activist at difficult times. His motivation came from a place that was
far beyond his little ego self because he was grounded in something much
Even more than many of us
today, Jeremiah cursed the way that activism messed up his life. The commentary
in the authoritative HarperCollins Study Bible describes his complaint (Jeremiah
15 & 20) as being “the most blasphemous in the Bible.” His choice of
words according to the scholars effectively accuses God of deceiving, seducing
and overpowering him into becoming an activist. Indeed, the word translated as
“overpower” has Biblical resonances of rape.
“I have become a
laughingstock all day long; everyone mocks me,” Jeremiah laments. Even “my
close friends are watching for me to stumble” (20:7,10, NRSV). Well might we
observe the resonance with Jesus’ later words: “I come to bring not peace
but a sword … A person’s worst enemies will be the members of their own
family” (Matthew 10:34-36).
But what shines through in this
text is that it is Jeremiah’s ability to see God’s alternative reality that
carries him on. It shows him that the “peace” of which he is the disturber
is but a false peace, predicated on violence. To say nothing would be silence as
the voice of complicity.
In ways about which mainstream
religion preaches few sermons, Jeremiah reveals the dilemma of coming alive to
spiritual vision. To “name, unmask and engage the Powers that Be”, as Walter
Wink puts it,[iii] is dangerous and
isolating. How much easier to join the sleeping and slowly die. And that, of
course, is why Jesus found it necessary to implore his followers: “What I say
to you I say to all: Keep awake” (Mark 13:37).
The thrust of Jeremiah’s
testimony is simultaneously social, ecological and religious (12:1-13). He bears
uncomfortable witness not out of masochism or spiritual glory seeking, but from
divine imperative. Speaking of God, he explains, “If I say, ‘I will not
mention him, or speak any more in his name,’ then within me there is something
like a burning fire shut up in my bones; I am weary with holding it in,
and I cannot” (20:9).
And there’s a hallmark of the
spiritual activist. The “fire” in question is God-centred passion. In
shamanistic literatures of the world this viscerally emerges from the belly, the
head or even the very bones. Jeremiah’s burden is crushing, yes, but he bears
it because it is a precious burden. God, no less, tells him that
this is so. “God”, the deep Spirit of Life, instructs him, “If you utter
what is precious, and not what is worthless, you shall serve as my
What is the nature of this
spiritual fire? Let me offer a suggestion. I remember once being on an
Ignatian-style retreat near Inverness. We’d be given short scripture passages
upon which to meditate for hours. One day mine really bugged me: “I came to
bring fire to the earth, and how I wish it were already kindled!” (Luke
12:49). All day long I wrestled with a muscular notion I’d gained, doubtless
from too many Hebridean fundamentalist sermons as a child, of Christ the Victor
angrily drawing hellfire down on his wayward vassals. The passage seemed to sum
up the whole problem of spiritual abuse within a particular strain of
Christianity. What was particularly troubling is that this was coming neither
from Paul, nor Churchianity, but from words attributed to Jesus himself.
Suddenly, late in the afternoon
after four days in contemplative silence, a kind of illumination broke in. I
found my consciousness viscerally entering what old hippies would fondly call a
“trippy” state! Through my mind’s eye, the whole world started to quicken
with an inwardly visible perception of the animating love that moves “the sun
and other stars”. And I saw, with epiphanic wonder, that the “fire” in
question - the fire that Christ would have us kindle - is none other than the
fire of love!
The story is told of the Desert
Fathers that Abba Lot asked Abba Joseph what more he could do over and above
observing his monastic rule. Abba Joseph replied, his hands lifted to heaven
with fingers that looked like lighted candles, “Why not become wholly fire?”
In his commentary on such texts
the French Orthodox theologian, Olivier Clément, magnificently squares the
theological circle as to the nature of spiritual fire. He surmises: “The fire
of hell is the fire of love that gives remorse a terrible clarity.”[iv]
Such was the nature of Jeremiah’s fire, for such were the leadings of the love
to which he placed himself in service. This is why prophetic witness so often
forces activists to stand and take a stand in Hell on Earth. Sometimes this is
where God most needs the “angels”.
BEYOND EGO AND NIHILISM
Modernity still professes to
believe in itself. But postmodernity has lost that faith. The resultant vacuity
at the heart of much public discourse today at least offers one advantage. It
gives activists who are in touch with something “essential”, something
God-given, a charismatic edge. It might be stretching hope too far to suggest
that postmodernity’s deconstruction has ploughed a fallow field ripe for
sowing fresh seeds of grace. And yet, this is a tantalising possibility, and
possibly an explanation as to why it is starting to be possible to bring
spirituality into public discourse. Major organisations that have done this in
recent years include the Worldwide Fund for Nature, the International Union for
the Conservation of Nature, the United Nations Environment Programme and even
the World Bank.
As demand awakens in our
culture for psychospiritual literacy, it is useful to offer a very simple model
of human psychic structure. Imagine a pyramid of three layers. The apex, like a
little light on top of a ship, is the ego - surrounded by its field of
consciousness. This is the conscious “me”. It likes to be on top of things -
in control - and so masquerades as “rational”.
The middle part is the
“shadow”, surrounded by the personal unconscious. The personal unconscious
is all those parts of our individual life experience that shape us in ways of
which we are but dimly conscious. The shadow is a constellation of all those
parts of ourselves that ego would deny. It’s the alter-ego of, say, Alastair:
the potential rapist or swindler within him, the child that still hurts and
“acts out” but he doesn’t quite know why, and his little cruelties to
others that he hides from himself (but perhaps not so effectively from his
colleagues and wife!).
This “shadow” is the
cutting edge of psychospiritual growth. We have a choice. We can either leave it
as sewage to fester and leak, until the smell rises from the basement up the
stairs and into the living room. Or we can set about composting it, creating
rich new soil that can give life. As Jung put it, “90 per cent of the shadow
is gold.” But that gold has to be worked for and refined, which is why we
can’t grow spiritually unless we allow ourselves to awaken and experience the
trial by fire of being “exercised”. Both New Age spiritualities and
mainstream churchianity often shun this. Depoliticised, they bodyswerve applied
mysticism and perhaps wallow instead in a sewage-masking miasma of bells and
Lastly in our psychic pyramid
is the deep or the great Self. This
is the soul; the psyche’s central organising principle. It rests in the
“collective unconscious”, formed from our shared potential and experience.
Ultimately it is the Christ within, Buddha nature, or in Hindu thought, Atman
(individual self) as Brahman (universal
Such a model suggests why to be
a spiritually engaged activist is to engage both immanently and
transcendently with Life. The articulation of outer political concerns demands
an equal counterpoint of inner work, opening to the grace that draws ego, shadow
and Self into right relationship in a process of continual spiritual
psychotherapy. The failure of many activists to take this on, especially in
ego-driven realms of politics, is the reason why so much activism implodes into
schismatic organisational dysfunction.
Theologically, the implication
is that true and sustainable activism is concerned with both personal and
societal “salvation” – a word that means to “salve” or heal. This
process does not destroy the ego as our face on outward reality. Rather, it
gradually resolves the ego into right relationship with the Self: thus,
as Paul put it, “I live; yet not I, but Christ liveth in me” (Galatians
2:20). The ego, deepened by reconciling the shadow (including “sin”) of its
own alter-ego, mellows and rests into the Self, where “All my fountains are in
you” (Psalms 87:7). In Christian language, the immanence of Jesus, the male
who died on a cross, becomes realised or “raised” in transcendental newness
as “Jesus Christ”, in whom there is “neither male nor female…”,
and in the “Alpha and Omega” sustained incarnation of whom “all things
were made” (Galatians 3:28; Revelation 22:13; John 1:3).
To develop this further risks
betraying mystery with mere words. Suffice to add only that the ordering
outlined here matters greatly. It is the ego’s place to settle into the Self,
and not vice versa. Where the ordering is reversed, archetypal structures
idolatrously inflate the ego. The prophetic degrades to the psychotic,[v]
which is why confessional discernment skills should accompany charismatic
CONFESSING THE SHADOW
There’s a cartoon where all
the activists march past bearing placards. “No more motorways,” says one.
“Stop the War,” demands another. “Down with the corporations,” shouts a
third. And finally the guy at the end proclaims, “I hate my dad”! The point
is that we so easily project unresolved issues from our personal unconscious
into the outer world. The corporation, government or whatever becomes a
psychological proxy for the authoritarian parent figure. To refine our activism
we therefore have to learn to “confess” our shadow sides. Look into the
mirror of, say, the corporation, and each one of us will see ourselves. That’s
because corporations are, to a significant degree, emergent properties of our
collective consumer choices. Our placards may proclaim, “War in the Gulf: Not
in my name!”, but frankly we pump complicity in violence every time we pull up
at a filling station.
discernment” I mean attempting to face up to shadow truths both individually
and collectively. This humanises the “enemy” and makes it easier to face
realities and search for solutions. That sounds very pragmatic, but to
Dostoevsky in The Brothers Karamazov the generation of such empathy is
presented as the challenging culmination of spiritual practice. As he says
through the staretz (or Orthodox mystic), Fr Zosima:
FIELD OF TRUTH
The Hindu gospel, the Bhagavad
Gita, opens with a sentence translated as, “On the field of Truth, on the
battle-field of life, what came to pass, Sanjaya …?”[vi]
Note that the battle-field of life sits in Truth (Dharma) – the
unfolding of God’s reality. And Sanjaya is charioteer to the blind king,
Dhritarashtra. His gift is to see at a distance – the same eagle-seeing that
Jeremiah, John’s gospel, and any inspired spiritual activist does. As
activists, we are called to see the spiritual interiority of external
events; we are called, all of us, to prophesy (Numbers 11:29)! Our organisations
and networks are our “chariots” as we struggle for justice in the world.
We are talking here of participation in nothing less than incarnation.
We are left standing not far
from Golgotha in solidarity with the poor and the broken of this Earth. We walk
through the valley of the shadow of death, but fear no ill. And so our burdens
become precious burdens. We “become participants of the divine
nature” (2 Peter 1:4; Luke 17:21). Such, as I see it through my glass darkly,
is the theology of spiritual activism.
Alastair McIntosh is Visiting Professor of Human
Ecology at the University of Strathclyde. His book, Soil and Soul (Aurum
Press), has been described by Bishop James Jones of Liverpool as
“life-changing” and by Thom Yorke of Radiohead as “truly mental”.
His poetry collection, Love and Revolution (Luath Press), is launched at
this year’s Greenbelt Festival, where he is speaking on spiritual activism,
offering a workshop on sacred marriage with his wife, Vérène Nicolas, and
performing with Irish musician Martin Donnelly and with the chart-topping duo, Nizlopi.
Further information at www.AlastairMcIntosh.com
[i] Adrienne Rich, “Origins and History of Consciousness” in The Dream of a Common Language, WW Norton, NY, 1978, p. 7.
[ii] Ben Okri, A Way of Being Free, Phoenix, London, 1977, pp. 62-65.
[iii] Walter Wink, Engaging the Powers, Fortress Press, Philadelphia, 1992. This is not the shortest Wink text, but it is the one I find most powerful with my students. I also make heavy use of Grof’s & Grof’s Spiritual Emergency (Tarcher), Green’s & Woodrow’s Insight and Action (New Society), Shields’ In the Tiger’s Mouth (Millennium Books), Howowit’s The Spiritual Activist (Penguin Compass), Weiss’s Principles of Spiritual Activism (Ktav Publishing), Camara’s Spiral of Violence (Sheed & Ward), as well as various writings of Alice Walker, Starhawk, Audre Lorde, Richard Rohr and Adrienne Rich. I am struck by how many of these come from Jewish backgrounds. They must have Jeremiah in the blood!
[iv] Olivier Clément, The Roots of Christian Mysticism: Texts from the Patristic Era with Commentary, New City Press, NY, 1993, pp. 144, 303.
[v] Stanislav and Christina Grof, Spiritual Emergency: When Personal Transformation Becomes a Crisis, Tarcher, NY, 1989.
[vi] Penguin Classics edn., trans. Juan Mascaró, Harmondsworth, 1962, p. 43.
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