[Dialogue] Need a quote

[Carlos R. Zervigon]

That is a helpful quote. Jan’s original question was about the origin of the wedge and the statement no longer and not yet. That may be a clue as to both that statement and the oft repeated phrase even with the kids “the future is open”. In the Church Lecture to paraphrase from long memory what I stole as requested from Matthews, Slicker, Marshall, Hahn, etc. “ The Church is that group of people that like a wedge (here the wedge was drawn through a perpendicular line) stand between the no longer and the not yet giving their lives on behalf of all etc. etc. etc. I am sure others could give more context to this. (The Lawrence poem for the Church lecture was “How Beastly the Bourgeois” ) Obviously, the impact on me was lasting.    ˃

 

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From: dialogue-bounces at wedgeblade.net [mailto:dialogue-bounces at wedgeblade.net] On Behalf Of David Walters
Sent: Sunday, October 26, 2008 5:52 PM
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Subject: Re: [Dialogue] Need a quote

 

Maybe this will help. It is from John Cocks blog. Especially the last sentence.

 

The meaning of the theme “Man [sic] between the Times” is at first simple to determine.... [T]he notion of an “interim” – a time that is neither past nor future, and yet both – [is an] understanding of the paradoxical existence of man ... [the] certainty of the unconditionedness of the divine demand and the divine grace.... [F]or him who lets God be his God, the past is extinguished and the future is open. ~Rudolf Bultmann, “Man Between the Times...,” Existence and Faith, pp. 248, 252, 253

CArlos wrote:

 

When I took RSI in 1962 or 1963 Joe Matthews and David McClesky were the teaching team. The image was part of the Church Lecture. The DH Lawrence poem below was already part of the God Lecture. There probably was a connection.

 

The Song of a Man Who Has Come Through 

D.H. Lawrence 1885 – 1930

Not I, not I, but the wind that blows through me!
A fine wind is blowing the new direction of Time.
If only I let it bear me, carry me, if only it carry me!
If only I am sensitive, subtle, oh, delicate, a winged gift!
If only, most lovely of all, I yield myself and am borrowed
By the fine, fine wind that takes its course through the chaos of the world
Like a fine, an exquisite chisel, a wedge-blade inserted;
If only I am keen and hard like the sheer tip of a wedge 
Driven by invisible blows,
The rock will split, we shall come at the wonder, we shall find the Hesperides.

Oh, for the wonder that bubbles into my soul,
I would be a good fountain, a good well-head,
Would blur no whisper, spoil no expression.

What is the knocking?
What is the knocking at the door in the night?
It is somebody wants to do us harm.

No, no, it is the three strange angels.
Admit them, admit them.

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