Jackknife Theology and the Worship of Objects

by Jason Peters on July 5, 2011 · 13 comments <span>Print this article</span> Print this article

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Perhaps you own a jackknife that belonged to your grandfather. Perhaps you are reluctant to use it just as in equal measure you are compelled to carry it. Maybe it is a better knife than any of your own; maybe it isn’t. If it can still cut, it is still a knife.

But its value is not as a knife; its value is as an object, specifically as an object that belonged to someone else, someone whose presence you wish in some measure to preserve. This person touched it every day, if only to put it is his pocket. He used it, either often or occasionally. Most likely he valued it, if not for its beauty than at least for its utility (though men who carry knives hardly ever value them for their mere ability to cut). To your grandfather the knife was probably more than a knife, just as to you it is more than a knife. The surplus of significance may not be the same to you as it was to him, but there is a surplus nonetheless.

The same goes for a little bureau in your house, the “secretary,” as you call it, that belonged to your wife’s grandmother. Its design is interesting; as a piece of furniture it is well-made, especially compared to what you see in similar pieces today. You use it and, in doing so, assign a use-value to it. But, as with at least one of your knives, there’s a surplus of value that attaches to the secretary—to you as, presumably, to your wife’s grandmother. Like a knife, the bureau is more than a bureau.

I am describing—or at least attempting to describe—at least two facts of human existence that I’m going to go ahead and call “mysteries.” One is that our attachment to certain objects, or objects of a certain kind or category, suggests at least this much about us: we are a species that craves presence. The other is that to us an object is never merely an object. It is always itself plus something else.

Another way to put this would be to say that, properly speaking, there is no such thing as an object. The world is not filled with objects. It is filled with images.

This second point interests me a great deal, and I will treat of it first. One thing that must be said is that “object,” though a useful word, is one that gets us only so far. “Idol” is probably more a more precise term for the mere object, for the difference between an idol and an image is simply this: an idol has no inside to it. Or, to put it another way, it doesn’t have anything on the other side of it. Its significance ends with itself. There is no surplus.

An image, by contrast, is always itself plus something else. A rainbow is a rainbow but it is also the mark of a new covenant. A fire is a fire but it is also a miniature allegory of life. (A life, like a fire, is “consumed with that which it was nourished by,” as the great bard said.) And we, too, are images. Or, if you prefer, we are icons. We have an inside, a something on the other side of us. This is why the objectification of a person isn’t merely offensive. It is a failure of imagination. To objectify is to treat an image as if it were a mere object or idol.

I cannot resist pointing out that it is we, not the primitives to whom we feel so superior, who are deeply superstitious. It is not they but we, the heirs of modern science, who are the idolaters, for it is we who inhabit a world of idols. Time was when everything was itself plus something else—that is, when everything was an image—but modern science has done away with all that. It has given us a vast universe filled with mere things. And I will say only in passing that one of our most important jobs is to recover that world of images. The knife, the bureau, the rainbow, the fire, your wife: images all. It is only when we covert an image into an object or idol that we abuse it. Observe, for example, our use of the four elements.

The first point, that we are a species that craves presence, may be more difficult of description, perhaps of acknowledgement, but it is not for these reasons less true. What the knife means to you, or the bureau to your wife, can be approached, explored, and, to some extent, understood but not, I think, fully explained. If there is a means of explanation, it is by way of analogy alone. (Thus it is with all mysteries.)

You are as likely to behold someone clutching and perhaps even kissing a picture of someone beloved as to behold someone kissing an icon of a saint. This is because the object—the knife, the bureau, the picture, the what-have-you—participates in the reality it represents. It has value as a palpable object because of that participation. The mother mourning the death of her son will not settle for the mere mental image of him. She will have photographs—that is, images. The absent lover will not be satisfied with the memory of his beloved; he will have a token that his body can partake of, most likely a token that evokes his senses of sight and smell. And, as valuable as the email message from her may be, it isn’t the piece of paper the girl’s hand—the hand he longs to hold—moved across as she wrote.

We will have things. And, moreover, we will worship them. That is, we will ascribe worth to them, which is what “worship” means.

Why this need for palpable reminders? Why this craving for bodily relation? Why this devotion to such tokens and heirlooms as knives and bureaus and pictures and letters?

We are creatures of flesh and blood; flesh and blood are what we crave. Not to crave them is to diminish our humanity. The boy holding out his ball cap for an autograph is behaving in accordance with his incarnate condition—that is, in accordance with his full humanity. You might say he is practicing strict theology. And, by virtue of its mere existence in this mysterious world, the autographed ball cap is more than a cap with scrawl on it. It is itself plus something else, for it has been brought to life by the imagination. And the imagination, which is surely part of what we mean by the imago dei (Coleridge and Blake certainly thought so), will not suffer to be told that the world consists of mere objects or empty idols. It will not be lied to.

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avatar Christina July 6, 2011 at 8:13 am

Mr. Peters, you never disappoint. That was a delightful take on what we Romans would call “sacramental theology.” Thank you!

avatar Bart July 6, 2011 at 1:28 pm

Owen Barfield fan, I see.

avatar David July 6, 2011 at 4:54 pm

@Bart. I was going to say…this a wonderful recapitulation of Barfield. Thank you Mr Peters.

avatar j. blun July 6, 2011 at 11:57 pm

And for Johnny Cash: “flesh and blood needs flesh and blood / and you’re the one I need.”

avatar Sam M July 7, 2011 at 8:06 am

I remember when Sister Mary Joan showed all of us altar boy trainees where the relic was located in the altar. I forget whose bone fragment it was, but I remember being impressed.

avatar D.W. Sabin July 7, 2011 at 12:47 pm

The Primitives always say the most foolish things:

“What is Life? It is the flash of the Firefly in the night. It is the breath of Buffalo in the wintertime. It is the little shadow which runs across the grass and loses itself in the sunset”.

Reported as the last words of the Blackfoot Confederacy warrior Crowfoot. From a compilation of American Indian quotes entitled “Touch the Earth” by T.C. McLuhan.

Chief Joseph of the master horsemen known as the Nez Perce, having been chased out of his country more than once said

“The White men were many and we could not hold our own with them. We were like deer. They were like Grizzly Bears. We had a small country. Their country was large. We are contented to let things remain as the Great spirit made them. They were not, and would change the rivers if they did not suit them”.

Unfortunately, one of my favorites bits of native wisdom is from what I recall was a Chief of the Assiniboine of the northern Plains. He had been feted by the Great White Father in Washington with some of his fellow Chiefs on a little junket to soften them up for another bad real estate deal. Upon his return, he laid down his arms with resignation at the great mass of people he had seen in the East. He summed up his people’s fate by wryly commenting “We will not take the war path again, there are too many whites to kill all of them”.

avatar Renee July 7, 2011 at 3:02 pm

Amen.

avatar LK July 8, 2011 at 10:24 am

Wonderful, thought provoking post.

Blogger doesn’t allow trackback. I thought courtesy dictated that I tell you about my response here.
http://thedisplacedplainsman.blogspot.com/2011/07/another-minor-musing-about-stuff.html

avatar Doug Sangster July 10, 2011 at 1:32 am

I am certain the “I’ll Take My Stand” Agrarians are smiling and nodding, while lounging in Abraham’s Bosom. Like you Mr. Peters, they understood the danger of a modern, scientific world bereft of mystery and filled with “things.”

avatar Mike Flanders July 13, 2011 at 9:43 am

Not bad. I’d like to see where you might go with this idea of ‘presence’. I’ve been circling around the term and what it means for a few months now.

avatar Austin Detwiler July 19, 2011 at 1:15 pm

Oh no! Why are we equating objects and things? A mere object is not a weighty thing: http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/73941.The_Recovery_Of_Wonder

avatar Tim Holton August 17, 2011 at 11:48 am

Presence—material culture. Have been reading WR Lethaby’s_Form and Civilization_and being reminded that civilization DOES have form after all though we pretend it’s all words, ideas, feelings.

And so it’s reverence for our engagement—material engagement—with nature, which is craft, which becomes reverence for our craft traditions and our material cultural heritage produced by our ancestors, marking and signifying what matters were worthy of their material sacrifice, their labor, their built-up skills, the treasured resources of the earth. And so it’s communion with those we labor for and with, and those ancestors who left behind their legacy of arts.

To take one step further your point that we will worship things, Lethaby says we must learn again to worship work—the work that produces worthy things, that is itself worship, sacrifice, inspired and driven by knowledge of what’s worthy—and challenge the reading of the fall that treats work as a curse, a punishment. The tools God gives Adam and Eve are in fact the instruments of their redemption. So all tools of worthy work should be worshiped as instruments of our redemption. And all joining of the world should be worshiped as the work of making things whole—as holy work.

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