Heaven Knows by Anthony Esolen
Heaven Knows
Christian Irony & the secrets of Kings & Gods
by Anthony Esolen
The gods know what men do not. They may hoard up their knowledge to punish
the wicked, or to bring innocent men to destruction, or they may parcel it
out, little by little, to teach men the hard lessons of humility and wisdom.
An example from ancient Greece will illustrate the point.
One day a young man fell into a quarrel at a three-way intersection on the
road to Thebes, and killed the man in the chariot who had struck him and tried
to hustle him aside. As Sophocles’ King Oedipus opens, this same passionate
Oedipus, who freed the Thebans by solving the riddle of their nemesis the Sphinx,
now plies his considerable power of mind and his almost unruly energy to solve
a new riddle: Why are his beloved Thebans dying of the plague?
It is his responsibility to bring them salvation, and he groans under the
burden. So he addresses the people who come pleading for his help:
And while you suffer, none suffers more than I.
You have your several griefs, each for himself;
But my heart bears the weight of my own, and yours
And all my people’s sorrows. I am not asleep.
I weep; and walk through endless ways of thought.
He tells them that he has done “the only thing that promised hope”:
sent his kinsman Creon to ask the Delphic oracle what to do.
Let us pause to note the king’s tragic virtue. Were it not for his
intellectual acuity and restlessness, and his care for the people, the tragedy
would not unfold. Oedipus would never learn that he himself caused the plague.
Nor should we simplify the moral problem—that a man can be destroyed
by his virtue—by saying that Oedipus esteems the human intellect too
highly, and refuses to submit to the wisdom of the gods. He has admitted being
at a loss, and that is why he must appeal to Apollo at Delphi.
Oedipus’s Curse
When Creon returns with word that the plague is a punishment for the unavenged
murder of the late King Laius, Oedipus determines to ferret out the murderer.
We in the audience know—we are Greeks, and have heard the tale before—that
Oedipus is himself the killer.
Thus, when he delivers his first proclamation to the people, we are aware
of the trap that will catch him by his own words. “The unknown murderer,” he
says, shall “wear the brand of shame” forever, driven from the
city, friendless until death. Nor does he exempt himself from the curse:
If, with my knowledge, house or hearth of mine
Receive the guilty man, upon my head
Lie all the curses I have laid on others.
We know what the gods know and what Oedipus does not know, and we also know
that, were we in Oedipus’s place, we would know as little as he. Man
is a marvel, says Sophocles, taming the waves and furrowing the land with wheat,
tracking the paths of the stars and building his gleaming cities of marble,
but eternal laws bind us, and the gods who know the future and seldom tell
it will deal out their justice as they please, and not as we determine.
Sophocles’ play is a spider web of dramatic irony, of the dreadful
weaving of gods unseen. Were it not for the equivocations of the oracle at
Delphi (a notoriously anti-democratic oracle, hostile to Sophocles’ Athens),
there would have been no tragedy. The gods begin by playing with, meddling
with, the incomplete knowledge of men. They seem to enlighten, yet bring darkness.
For Laius and his wife Jocasta had learned from Delphi that the son she bore
would kill his father and marry his mother. To avert this unspeakable wickedness,
they committed wickedness of their own, laming the child (hence his name Oedipus,
or “Swollenfoot”) and instructing a trusted servant to expose him
in the mountains nearby.
What the Gods Will Do
Such exposure was thought of as returning the child to the gods—a perilous
chance, it seems, when the gods are malign, leading you on to commit the deed
for which they will crush you. But Oedipus did not die. He was taken up by
a shepherd and brought to Corinth, where he was adopted into the home of Polybus
and Merope, whom he took for his father and mother.
Yet people will talk. Young Oedipus, hearing it whispered that those good
people were not his parents, went in person to Delphi—as always, impetuous
to know. The oracle, as oracles will, did not reply to the question he asked.
Instead, the priestess informed Oedipus that he would kill his father and marry
his mother. Horrified by the prospect of this sin, Oedipus leaves Corinth.
If he is to be blamed for thinking he could avert the evil, he is also to
be credited with wanting so much to avert it that he would sentence himself
to exile. However we judge his flight, it is clear that the gods have put him
in the way of the sin: Had he been less pious, less desirous to know the truth,
and less courageous, he never would have left Corinth, and therefore never
would have sinned.
The gods have given him what he thinks is reliable knowledge, knowing that
he would misinterpret it and believe he knew what he did not know. We in the
audience know this, and watch the plot unfold, and know that the gods may do
the same to us.
In a world ruled by such gods, the sharpest tool man possesses, language
itself—without which he could not build a community—turns in his
own hand to cut him. Oedipus has heard from the oracle, but wants to hear more,
so he summons the old seer Tiresias. That prophet knows what Oedipus does not
know, but in his desire to spare him (no matter for the plague that devastates
the city) he will not speak.
Oedipus interprets the silence plausibly enough, accusing Tiresias of wanting
to protect himself from suspicion:
I tell you I believe you had a hand
In plotting, and all but doing, this very act.
If you had eyes to see with, I would have said
Your hand, and yours alone, had done it all.
To which the seer replies with the most devastating line in the play:
You would so? Then hear this: upon your head
Is the ban your lips have uttered—from this day forth
Never to speak to me or any here.
You are the cursed polluter of this land.
The Gods’ Agent
“You are the man!” Oedipus will not believe it. Why should he?
Tiresias has given no reason. The accusation only enrages the king, drawing
from his lips the condemnations that will come down upon him when the truth,
the how and where and why of it, is finally revealed.
We watch in amazement and comprehending horror as the ruler of Thebes does
what we know we might do, denying what he cannot understand, in his ever greater
stridency pressing against the truth he cannot help but suspect, the truth
that cannot be but is. Indeed, Oedipus learns nothing from his contentious
meeting with Tiresias, and is meant to learn nothing. Instead, the clue leads
him to pursue false suppositions, as for instance that Tiresias has connived
with Creon to steal the throne.
The man is being crushed by the gods.
There is no escape. When, finally, Oedipus learns how he has slain his father
and “sowed the field” of his mother, he becomes both agent and
subject of the gods’ irony: He puts out his eyes, the egg-like organs
that refer symbolically to the testicles, his instruments for the great crime
against nature.
The moral that the chorus draws from the terrible finale is one of resignation,
even despair. The lofty will fall, not necessarily because they are proud (though
they usually are), but because they are lofty. Best to keep to the unobtrusive
middle; best to know when to duck.
We live in relative ignorance, and do not even know, as Oedipus certainly
did not, whether we shall escape this twilight life with something like happiness.
Only the end makes us sure: and at that end, we do not rejoice but breathe
a sigh of relief. Oedipus, they say, was once the greatest and wisest of men,
but
Behold, what a full tide of misfortune swept over his head.
Then learn that mortal man must always look to his ending,
And none can be called happy until that day when he carries
His happiness down to the grave in peace.
Oedipus & David
Now compare the Oedipus story with this account from the Old Testament, told
in 2 Samuel. David, king of Israel, is a married man, married once, and not
happily, to Michal, daughter of the late King Saul, and then again to Abigail,
a woman who had assisted him when he fled Saul’s wrath. And there were
at least two others.
Then one evening David, rich in wives, “arose from off his bed, and
walked upon the roof of the king’s house: and from the roof he saw a
woman washing herself; and the woman was very beautiful to look on.” He
learns that she is Bathsheba, wife of his loyal soldier, Uriah the Hittite.
He sends for her, and lies with her, “for she was purified from her uncleanness,” that
is to say, she was past the time of her menstrual period.
The inspired author need not mention that neither she nor David is purified
of the uncleanness of adultery, and the sly detail leads us to suspect that
the good and clean time for a husband to have relations with his wife is not
the best time for David to have relations with Bathsheba. For “the woman
conceived, and sent and told David, and said, I am with child.”
Now David finds himself in difficulties. He knows a secret, and thinks he
can keep it hidden. He wants Uriah to lie with Bathsheba, that the child already
conceived may be passed off as Uriah’s own, given the vagaries of gestation
and reckoning the calendar.
He summons Uriah from the battlefield, asking him pertinent (but to David
quite unimportant) questions about the war. Then he commands him to go home
and “wash his feet,” a euphemism for bathing the genitals, as prelude
to more delightful battle with his wife. David even sends a rich meal to his
house, hoping that a full belly will set him to it.
That should have been enough. But he does not reckon on Uriah’s great
loyalty: The soldier knows his duty, and will not go home. “The ark,
and Israel, and Judah, abide in tents; and my lord Joab, and the servants of
my lord, are encamped in the open fields; shall I then go into mine house,
to eat and drink, and to lie with my wife? As thou livest, and as thy soul
liveth, I will not do this thing.”
Royal Shame
The hearer of these words in the synagogue must consider the irony. Here
we have David, who danced for joy as he brought the sacred Ark of the Covenant
into Jerusalem. But David has forgotten about that covenant.
Uriah has not forgotten—and he is Uriah the Hittite, an alien, one
who has chosen to worship the God of Israel and to fight as a soldier for Israel’s
king. He is to be loved as an Israelite, for they themselves “were strangers
in the land of Egypt,” says the Lord, and this stranger is moreover one
who, like David’s own great-grandmother Ruth, has piously united himself
with God and God’s people.
David’s hand is forced, or so he thinks. He’s given Uriah a decent
chance; now there is nothing to do but order him killed in battle. His letter
to his general Joab leaves, in politic fashion, the means to Joab.
That general—who made a virtue of placing political considerations
above piety, even though he knew right from wrong—obeys. But obedience
exacts a price, taking the lives of others besides Uriah: for Joab has had
to engage in a “blunder” to expose him. Joab knows that David will
understand.
Thus Joab instructs the messenger who will take the news to David: “If
so be that the king’s wrath arise, and he say unto thee, Wherefore approached
ye so nigh unto the city when ye did fight? Knew ye not that they would shoot
from the wall? Who smote Abimelech the son of Jerubbesheth? Did not a woman
cast a piece of a millstone upon him from the wall, that he died in Thebez?
Why went ye nigh the wall? Then say thou, Thy servant Uriah the Hittite is
dead also.”
Joab washes his hands of the blame. Yet he wants David to know that the action
was shameful; so shameful that one Abimelech must die by a woman’s hand,
all so that David’s “servant”—fine word, “servant”—would
never return alive.
Intimate Absence
By comparison with the gods of the Greek play, the God of Israel seems to
have kept free of the scene. He does not meddle, nor use oracular chicanery
to elicit the wickedness he will punish. David’s sin has its birth in
David’s mind alone.
But in another sense, God is all the more intimately involved by his apparent
absence. Uriah’s reference to the ark reveals God’s presence: That
precious box, so humble that David thought it unworthy, was the dwelling place
of the Lord among his people.
The Lord is near, as David of all people ought to know. He and Joab know
what the messenger does not, but the Lord knows all, and will bring it to light.
The Greek gods know many things that men do not; they do not know everything;
they, too, submit to a mysterious Fate. One of the things they do not know,
or do not care to know, is the human heart. But the Lord does know the heart,
because there is the ark or temple where the Lord wishes to dwell, pleased
with the only sacrifice that means anything: the burnt offerings of love. So
the Lord sends a messenger to David.
The king does not send for the prophet; the prophet comes to the king. Tiresias
speaks in riddles almost perversely designed to enrage Oedipus and check his
understanding; Nathan speaks in a parable designed to capture the heart of
David before he is aware. We who are aware watch as the scene builds to its
climactic irony. Once upon a time, says Nathan, there were two men, one rich,
and the other poor. The rich man had wealth abounding, but all the poor man
had was one little lamb, the darling of his family, that ate from his own hand
and drank from his cup, and was as a daughter to him. But then “there
came a traveler unto the rich man, and he spared to take of his own flock and
of his own herd, to dress for the wayfaring man that was come unto him; but
took the poor man’s lamb, and dressed it for the man that was come to
him.”
Hearing this, David flares up in righteous anger: “As the Lord liveth,
the man that hath done this thing shall surely die: And he shall restore the
lamb fourfold, because he did this thing, and because he had no pity.”
But the seer Nathan turns to him and says, “Thou art the man.”
The Key Moment
“You are the man!” That accusation again—with a difference.
The parable has summoned David’s sympathies. He feels in his heart the
betrayal of the poor man, what he did not feel in Uriah’s case, as he
shuffled and connived. The vision he is granted, by the mercy of God, and by
God’s justice, which does not veer from his mercy, is meant to convict
him, and, by convicting him, to redeem him.
Nathan delivers a terrible prophecy of punishment to come, duly levied upon
David’s offspring, in that David had violated the womb of another man’s
wife. War shall fall upon David’s house, and the child conceived by Bathsheba
shall die.
What David did in secret, the Lord will fittingly do in the open, to David’s
shame before all the people. But even as he hears the punishment, David is
struck to the heart, not urging excuse, but saying simply, “I have sinned
against the Lord.”
That is the key moment. God works to bring David to life again; he is God
of the living, not the dead. Nathan replies at once: “The Lord also hath
put away thy sin; thou shalt not die.”
And David does penance, fasting, lying prostrate upon the earth, praying
to no avail that the Lord will alter his punishment and let his child live.
The half-understanding counselors see this and try to advise the king to be
reasonable, but he, wiser than they, refuses.
Then the child dies, and David lifts himself from the ground and bathes and
changes his clothes, to the astonishment of those same counselors, who still
do not see. Why mourn now? says David. What good will that do?
The king’s trust is once again like a child’s. He has submitted
to the Lord. And so far from believing that Bathsheba is unclean territory,
he understands not only his sin but the Lord’s forgiveness. After night
comes the morning: “And David comforted Bathsheba his wife, and went
in unto her, and lay with her; and she bare a son, and he called his name Solomon:
and the Lord loved him.”
How strange that the son of the foolish adulterers (and one of them a murderer
as well) should become the next king of Israel, proverbial for his wisdom!
But Solomon is the son not of the adultery, but of the repentance and the forgiveness.
He is the son of the new knowledge, not simply that mankind is nothing before
the gods, but that man who is nothing before God is, by the grace of God, as
the Psalmist says, “a little lower than the angels,” crowned with
glory and honor. Nathan ratifies the event, for David sends for that good prophet,
who looks upon the baby and “called his name Jedidiah [beloved of the
Lord].”
That story of David and Bathsheba reveals the workings of a God whose ways
are not our ways, whose thoughts are not our thoughts, but who makes us to
walk in his ways, and to be fulfilled in the intellectual vision of his glory.
If it is not irreverent to say so, he is a God who swindles man into his restoration.
He dupes man into truth. He becomes flesh, to raise man to himself.
Already Found Out
Indeed the gods know what men do not. The sinner makes much of his intellect
(Oedipus) or his cunning (David), only to find with a shock that he has already
been found out, and that not only does he know less than he thought he did,
but the truth is other than what he had suspected.
In both cases the sinner comes to a humiliating (for Oedipus, also horrifying)
knowledge of who he is, and how small he is before the divine. In both, future
generations will suffer the punishment also: Israel will be divided into two
kingdoms, reflecting the division foretold for David’s family; and Thebes
will fall to civil war when each of the incest-born sons of Oedipus attempts
to oust the other.
Yet Oedipus is the archetypal tragic hero, while David is celebrated as a
great king.
David’s sins and unhappy old age could never, for the Jewish people
and their prophets, efface his glory as Israel’s greatest ruler and the
progenitor of the Messiah.
Why the divergence? One reason is that the dramatic reversal instructs David
in a way it cannot instruct Oedipus. The sinner gains knowledge of himself,
true. But he also gains knowledge of God, and of God not as an external and
mystifying will, but as a person, a Being to whom one can pray, before whom
one can dance, before whom one can lie prostrate upon the earth. He is a God
who reveals himself because he wishes to be known.
So for Jews and Christians there is an added dimension to the irony of incomplete
knowledge, a liberating depth, where otherwise all would have been flat confinement.
A single act of love from the heart of the Almighty explodes the tense yet
static confrontation between the classical heroes and the gods.
For no matter how heroic or pious the man was, he could never know more about
the gods than was already given him to know: They were immortal, powerful,
beautiful, ruthless. Greek philosophy serves rather to highlight what man cannot
know for certain about the gods than what he can know or even suppose with
a fair probability.
Where could that pagan religion lead, if not to despair? By the time of the
Roman poet Lucretius (ca. 60 B.C., four centuries after Sophocles), many looked
to be liberated by admitting defeat.
Everyone supposes that the gods exist, says Lucretius in On the Nature of
Things, so it is reasonable to concede that minor point. But we cannot know
anything else about them. They can neither touch nor be touched:
For by necessity the gods above
Enjoy eternity in highest peace,
Withdrawn and far removed from our affairs.
Free of all trouble, free of all care, the gods
Thrive in their own works and need nothing from us,
Not won with virtuous deeds nor touched by prayers.
Even the gods bow to the necessity of their limitation, their utter removal
from our world. Then we might as well spend our brief lives seeking a few modest
pleasures of the body, and the sweeter pleasures of the mind. These latter,
of course, will be severely restricted in scope, since we can know nothing
of the divine.
Our Liberations
We bide our time in the antechamber of death, persuading ourselves that we
do not care: “Death, then, is nothing to us, no concern,/ Once we grant
that the soul will also die.” How to wait while the slow stroke falls,
that is the object of the true philosopher. A benignant calm is all we can
ever know, all it will ever profit us to know.
So the terrible irony is that man, whose mind can search the stars, “raiding
the fields of the unmeasured All,” as Lucretius says in over-praise of
his master Epicurus, is the single being in creation whose faculties are quite
in vain. It is as if a malign fate had ordered it so.
But what if the One we wish to know knows us and wishes to be known by us?
That is no idle fancy but the startling claim that Judaism and Christianity
make: It is an assertion of a fact. Such a God either exists or he does not.
There is no third possibility. And if he does exist? Suddenly and with a
fearful abandon he may free us from our resigning and comfortable limitations.
He may knock loose the iron fetters forged by what we think we know and what
we think we cannot know. He may reveal even to great thinkers the mysteries
he has revealed to babes and innocents.
He may—rather, he will. And we will find the revelation a surprise,
but that is because we are sluggish in the ear and inattentive. But Truth himself
has promised it, and he means to be understood. •
Anthony Esolen is Distinguished Professor of Humanities at Thales College and the author of over 30 books, including Real Music: A Guide to the Timeless Hymns of the Church (Tan, with a CD), Out of the Ashes: Rebuilding American Culture (Regnery), and The Hundredfold: Songs for the Lord (Ignatius). He has also translated Dante’s Divine Comedy (Random House) and, with his wife Debra, publishes the web magazine Word and Song (anthonyesolen.substack.com). He is a senior editor of Touchstone.
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