My Struggle to Become Human
By Walter Wink
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In this magnificent autobiography, Walter Wink, one of the most influential Christian intellectuals of our time, offers insight and perspective on his life and work-always through the lens of Jesus. From his brilliant and provocative theological writings, to his heartfelt pastoral work, to his passionate advocacy for social justice and nonviolence, Wink shows us that the key to becoming more human is a vivid encounter with Jesus.
"An autobiography of my interest in Jesus," writes Wink, "perhaps that is too ambitious. What I have done here is far less grand. I have simply written down vignettes, or excerpts of my life‘s story that I find interesting. These autobiographical reflections are in no way exceptional. Everyone has a life story. Some are more interesting than others, but they all deserve a hearing. My story may, at the very least, show why I theologically think the way I do."
My Struggle to Become Human is essential reading for every human.
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My Struggle to Become Human - Walter Wink
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Just Jesus
When did I first begin to want to become more human, and when did I realize that Jesus was the key to my becoming? My faith was quite simple and direct. It was just Jesus. I wanted to know who this Jesus really is. The church was my refuge; I learned about Jesus and, by his example, I saw how to live. His example of how to live opened up a new freedom that was felt, if not articulated. For those who identify themselves as Christians, as I do, Jesus is the author of our humanity, and the goal of this book is the humanization of Jesus. I feel like I am in a rhetorical fistfight to humanize religion through Jesus’s pragmatism. I can offer the reader no definition of what humanizing entails. Each person’s journey is unique, an act of creation.
The Bible as Punishment
My first vivid encounter with Jesus took place in the fourth grade, when I was expelled from Sunday school for rowdiness. My parents punished me by making me skip Sunday dinner and stay in my room. For my comfort, my mother handed me the Revised Standard Version (RSV) of the New Testament, which had just been published. I began at the beginning, with the long list of somebody who was the father of somebody, and somebody who was the father of somebody else, and on and on. The further I read the more fascinated I became. Here is the most important book in the world, I thought, and yet it doesn’t make any sense. Why begin a book with this long list of ancestors? Thus my curiosity about Scripture was first piqued. Imagine, punishment by reading a Bible! My mother may not have been seeking to punish me after all, but to guide me to deeper life meanings through Scripture. Yet there are people who use the Bible to bludgeon others on a daily basis.
Health
It is said that it’s a good life—if you’ve got your health.
But it snuck up on me: first, twenty years of restless leg syndrome (RLS), then prostate cancer (in remission), then pneumonia (healed), then dementia (fatal). I had always thought that a life-threatening illness or accident would force me to attend to my relationship with God in the absence of real commitment. In fact, the deeper I slipped into the darkness, the less I cared about God. Prayer was out of the question. In my journal, I once scribbled: If I have a soul, it’s silent. I don’t know what the point of this book is anymore. If God won’t heal me, God can go hang.
My helpers tried everything to bring me back to my relation to God.
In my early twenties, my personal demand for perfection escalated infinitely. If my father could demand perfection to the extent of inspecting every blade of grass on the fresh-mowed lawn, then how much more could God expect? There was always this possibility of not living up to what God wanted of me. It led to a massive denial because I couldn’t own up to who I really was. And to tell the truth about myself would be to divulge my innermost self, leading to rejection by God and others. For that reason, I couldn’t make eye contact with people lest they see into my true heart. You can imagine what a relief it was to discover that the wrath of God
was not divine retribution for our sins, but rather divine forbearance, whereby God gives us up
to the consequences of our folly (Rom 1:18–32), of which global warming is only one of many.
My deepest fear, however, was that I could no longer address this global mess that surrounds us every day. I had felt so strongly that God had called me to help others find meaning in life, but now the best I could do was to give whatever my left-over self could offer. I felt like I was letting God down when I didn’t use the gifts given me. And so I was afraid that I was a fraud. I had a hard time being aware of the reality of God.
I was afraid that restless leg syndrome (RLS) and all the medications blindly thrown at it had permanently damaged my brain. And memory loss led to acute daily failures in speaking and writing, which prevented me from believing in myself. I had to cancel all workshops, which felt like amputation without anesthesia. And so I spiraled down into depression and a night I had never known before, experiencing nearly all the side effects announced on the pharmacists’ disclaimers. This was more than RLS, though it was that too. Finally a doctor recognized the symptoms: it was a form of dementia, an acute memory disorder that eventually proves fatal but can, with proper care, be delayed. And now, thank God, medications have been developed that are effective for the relief of RLS symptoms and for dementia. I was told that I would never lecture or lead workshops again, but I can write, and even have recently lectured in a limited way.
Then this bombshell: I had not turned my back on God. I hadn’t lost my faith. I was being poisoned to death. On July 21, 2007, the makers of OxyContin (Oxycodone hydrochloride) were assessed a 634.5- million-dollar fine for failing to warn the public about the painkiller’s risk of addiction and death. OxyContin had already caused 146 deaths and had contributed to another 318 deaths with the full knowledge of the pharmaceutical executives. I feel certain that I would soon have died had my family not gotten me off the drug immediately. So I hadn’t lost my faith. It was stolen from me. It was a new form of unbelief: chemical atheism.
In the meantime, I do jigsaw puzzles and other memory exercises, walk forty minutes a day, work out with a trainer at a gym, do stretching and weights daily, receive neurofeedback on an experimental basis, and ride an elliptical machine before bed. I enjoy life, sleep better, and have even accepted an invitation to give a lecture in the spring.
The Brig
The defining event of my childhood took place when I was nine years old. When I was a child, I lied quite often out of fear of my father’s wrath. One day when he came home from work he asked me if I had put my bike in the garage. I answered yes, and ran out to the front yard to put it away. It was gone. I ran into the house shouting that my bike had been stolen. Where was it?
Dad asked. In the front yard,
I naïvely replied. I thought you said it was in the garage,
he said. It was entrapment; he had hidden it himself.
After dinner that night, he and my mother convened a trial at the kitchen table where I stood before the bar of justice, being judged. They found me guilty of being a liar, and gave me two choices: to leave home for good, or to spend the night in the brig
(a garage storeroom). Sensing that my life in my family was over, I opted to leave. They asked me to whom I planned to go. I said I would go live with my Aunt Sue and Uncle Dave. Oh no, they wouldn’t want a liar living with them.
Then I suggested the preacher’s son, who was my best friend. But every suggestion met with the same refrain: Oh, no, they wouldn’t want a liar living with them.
There appeared to be no alternative to the brig. It must have been fall. I can still remember the sound of the pecan tree being lashed by the wind.
After a while Dad came to the door and told me it was time to turn off the light. I was terrified. Now I was in total darkness, inside and out. Whatever hope I still had disappeared. Only years later, after my parents had died, my sister told me that she had been at her bedroom window, keeping watch, unable to do anything about it. My mother must have been devastated. She had to have known this was all wrong. She was Phi Beta Kappa, a prolific reader, and a person of compassion. But she had been taught to obey her husband. She must have finally been unable to take it any longer. Somehow she must have persuaded him to release me from their jail.
It seemed like hours. It could as well have been eternity.
That night in a very profound sense I died
emotionally.
The next afternoon I met Dad in the yard. Do you still love me?
he asked.
No,
I answered.
Will you obey me?
Yes,
I replied. And I did.
Boy Scouts
I was inducted into the Order of the Arrow as a child, a society of Boy Scouts who were trained in ecological awareness and survival skills that were premised on the love of nature. The climax of the ritual was an all-night silent vigil in the woods, with only a dull sheath knife and a canteen of water. I was directed to keep a fire going all night long and not sleep. There was no fear; I was alone in a place I loved to be the most. Turtledoves serenaded me the livelong night. That experience stands as emblematic of many times in my life when solitude and nature provided emotional comfort.
Together, my liberal Methodist church and the Boy Scouts formed a surrogate family that compensated, at least in part, for the alienation I felt from my natural family. Every summer, my experience of God in nature went deeper.
Prayer for Writing
On this beautiful end-of-summer day, Lord, I bring my whole self, including my ambivalence to you, and offer myself to be used by you in the writing of this book. Deliver me from egocentric plots. Give me courage to rewrite to perfection. I do commit myself to you, O God, in life, in death. I commit myself to the truth. I will not be cowed by pain or use it as an excuse for resistance. I will try to hold myself open to the depths. I