Feeling the fire

Believe me, I’ve been tempted to jump into the internet heat around Rob Bell’s latest book — apparently on hell — but no, this isn’t about those flames. (And if you haven’t already had enough of that topic, let me tip to two pastors of my denomination who have thoughts on it, here and here, or you may want to follow the links and commentary at Brian McLaren’s blog.)

This is about Tongue Screws and Testimonies: Poems, Stories, and Essays Inspired by the Martyrs Mirror (edited by Kristen Eve Beachy), a book I’ve spent a good number of hours reading the past weeks, more hours in fact than I usually spend on a book, because I’m reviewing it for Rhubarb. So I’ve been reading slowly, and taking notes. It’s been, at times, a surreal experience, reading of burnings and drownings and the other torments of the martyrs, and all the while the house so quiet and the weather so cold these days, the snow still thick , the sun bright, yes, but shining with a serene beneficence rather than heat. How far it all seems from the noise of those long ago public spectacles, and the rising flames and the rising songs (except, of course, when the tongue screws prevented them), though I’ve been stirred just the same, as I often am by words, such a diversity of them, some pulling me close to the fire, to feel it, others pushing me away, to consider what to think of it all.

The book offers a whole variety of responses to the Martyrs Mirror and its effects, ranging between adulation and critical resistance. I’ve got to save the details for the review, which  so far, is just an awful draft. But one fact is clear enough: it was very costly back in the time of the Anabaptist martyrs, to speak or act against the grain of accepted ideologies. So great was the trauma, it spawned a kind of silence. Mennonites became “the quiet in the land.” (“we wrapped our silence/ around a kernel of fear. This fear fed us…” from a poem by Sheri Hostetler.)

Well good thing we don’t burn or drown folks for their new or contrary ideas, not here, not now. Then again, there’s more than one way to turn up the heat. So maybe the words of  “the woman with the screw in her mouth,” in the poem quoted above, will encourage anyone who risks speaking and living their convictions, including Rob Bell. Says she, “The dying / was worth it, every pain. We were chosen to bring something new / into the world….”

3 thoughts on “Feeling the fire

  1. The last quote from Hostetler’s poem that you shared made me think of pine cones and how they open up with the intense heat of a forest fire, releasing the stored seeds into the burnt ground for new growth.

    Today’s manner of “turning up the heat” … how about various form of bullying so prevalent these days? While burning and drowning (a.k.a. murder) are illegal, bullying is not – and it’s much more difficult to track / detect / prove. Intimidation, belittling, ignoring, etc… The effects are just as harmful – if not moreso.

    Would like to read your book review when it’s done, Dora!

    • Hi Tracey, good to hear from you, with the image of pine cones, and your comments on bullying. And for sure that also happens in discussions on the web. — As for the review, Rhubarb is somewhat behind in their publishing schedule and also backed up on their reviews, so I have no idea when it will appear. But maybe after that I can post it, or link to it. Thanks again for stopping by!

  2. Pingback: Reflections from Dora Dueck « Tongue Screws and Testimonies

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