Boo!

Harry T. Cook

By
Harry T. Cook
10/31/14

 

 

The day of this essay's posting is Halloween -- a time to make fun of fear, which is one way to deal with that often crippling human phenomenon -- kind of like holding one's breath whilst passing the graveyard.

 

A first century CE philosopher called John wrote of fear: Φοβος ουκ εστιν εν αγαπη, αλλ' η τελια αγαπη εξω βαλλει τον ψοβον. I give it to you in the Greek because the statement first came to human beings in that language.

 

When translated into English, it sounds like this: "There is no fear in love, but perfect love casts out fear." It has been pietized (yes, I just coined a word) and so overworked in Christian circles that it tends to come out sounding a bit like, "There, there, now." 

   

Yet it is a potent assertion. The key words are "perfect love." Understanding the word "perfect" is essential to understanding the statement. It is the Greek τελια, which does not mean "perfect" as the word is used in our culture, i.e. without flaw as in "a perfect circle."

 

An adjectival form of the verb τελεω, τελια connotes that which has come into its fullness, has evolved into its mature, adult form. St. Paul spoke of thinking and reasoning as a child but once having become an adult, putting away the immature nature of both thought and reason.

 

The noun "love" and the verb "to love" in common parlance can be bent to serve a multitude of intentions. "I love chocolate" is to "I love my life's partner" as Mark Twain's lightning bug is to lightning.

 

To love and to be in love in a mature and thoughtful way is to love and to be in love at full capacity -- depending, of course, on what one means by love. The first-century writer who gave us "perfect love casts out fear" was using a particular Greek word for love -- spelled and pronounced in our alphabet "ah-gah-pay."

 

Αγαπη as distinguished from ερως (erotic or possessive emotion) and ψιλια (mutual regard) is more about intention than emotion. One could say that αγαπη is by its very nature τελια -- that is, mature in the fullness of responsibility and possibility.

 

Such love is beyond tough. It is that of the toned sinew: strong, resilient, both ready and willing to take on whatever force is arrayed against it -- not for the pride of triumph but for the sake of the one or ones loved.

 

It is thereby a love that "casts out fear." The verb "to cast out" is more telling when heard in the Greek: εξω ("exo" as in "out" or "outside") βαλλει ("ballei") as in "ballistic"). To "go ballistic" against that before which one would otherwise cower is to look it in the face and propel it outside or beyond the force of gravity, thereby negating its baleful potential.

 

What is to be feared that perfect love could blast permanently into outer space?

 

Maybe something akin to what on March 4, 1933, Franklin Delano Roosevelt described thus to a nation on the precipice of economic collapse: "The only thing we have to fear is fear itself -- nameless, unreasoning, unjustified terror which paralyzes needed efforts to convert retreat into advance."

 

Then as now, the remedy was "perfect love" -- that is, the matured, fully able and willing strength to take on the phobia (direct from the Greek φοβος, meaning "that which prompts flight"). Startle a sitting bird with so much as a footstep or a crackle of a twig, and off it goes.

 

The kind of intention that does not take flight, that does not immediately think of self but others, is that, matured and supple love.

 

In a time marked by such scourges as Ebola, ISIS, the Taliban, rapacious corporations, gunmen on the loose and an unstable economy, what is wanted and so much needed is the love that casts out fear.

 

It is that kind of quality and character people want in their leaders -- if they only knew it -- not the dishonesty of pie-in-the-sky promises that will not and in any event could probably never be kept. Wanted are leaders who will not sound retreat when the shadow of fear falls across the common path.

 

In turn, the rest of us need to resist flight, dispel the shadow by staring down the terror that Roosevelt aptly pronounced as "nameless, unreasoning [and] unjustified," and then get on with what needs to be done.

 

Therewith: perfect love doing its thing.

 


Copyright 2014 Harry T. Cook. All rights reserved. This article may not be used or reproduced without proper credit.
 


Readers Write
Re essay of 10/24/14 Aristotle and Auden at the Grocery Store

 


Danny Belrose, Independence, Missouri:

What an absolutely delightful and rewarding commentary poignantly reminding us "the package is NOT the person." I would gladly pay more for my "razors" to be enlightened and befriended by Joe Pahl. Sadly, he's somewhere near by me, changing tires, selling doughnuts, washing cars and smiling as I've cavalierly pass him by.

 

Josephine A. Kelsey, Ann Arbor, Michigan:

Lovely essay. Made my day.

 

J. Edward Putnam, Providence, Rhode Island:

This is a great piece.  I have a similar relationship with a barista at Starbucks. It's refreshing to discover that culture is not defined by occupation.

 

Jan Jason, Oxnard, California:  

Your conversations with Joe reached the west coast. Thanks for the gift of your writings.

 

Georgianna Gray, Winchester, Massachusetts:

Mr. Pahl's story is one for the books. I'll bet and I hope that there are many more of him than we know and that literature and philosophy are alive and well, even among the rutabagas,

 

Emily Everett, Grosse Pointe Woods, Michigan:

Loved your column today.

 

John Bennison, Walnut Creek, California:

The camaraderie you have found in your friend and grocery store clerk over the years is a good reminder to us all of the oft-forgotten distinction between work and avocation; and what makes toil out of labor, or not. Yesterday I walked into a hardware store to order some paint. Two fellows stood behind the counter. I told them I wanted a quart of semi-gloss, and the color was called "Zanzibar." One fellow stood there with a dull look on his face, while the other immediately launched into a limerick that was unfamiliar to me, but ended with the word "cigar." He cheerfully mixed up my can of paint, while the dullard merely sighed and glanced at the wall clock with the second slowly ticking by.

 

Minot Versace, Brooklyn, New York:

My grandfather was what used to be called a "gandy dancer," that is he worked in a section gang on the old Lackawanna Railroad. He was lucky to have that job during the Depression. It kept us in house and home. But what I remember most about him now is that he used to quote the great poets from memory. He also knew the Gettysburg Address and Lincoln's Second Inaugural by heart and was not embarrassed to recite them for no other reason than to do so. He died before I finished my college degree, but he might have been happy to know that I majored in English literature and taught it at the prep school level for most of my working life. Your friend Joe is that kind of hero.

 

Barbara Reider, West Bloomfield, Michigan:

Great story! You never know where you will find stimulation!

 

Fred Fenton, Concord, California:

"The Pilgrim Way has led to the Abyss" was published a year before Hiroshima, but it expressed the agony many felt when America, "the great democracy," dropped the first atom bomb. Auden's reference in the same stanza to "our richly odoured ignorance" is a memorable reference to the Middle Ages. How will poets image what you call "the netherworld of talk radio and daytime television?"  

 

Louise Beyer, Bloomington, Indiana:  
I read your article about your friend at the grocery store as I was sipping my first cup of coffee this morning. It took me to my bookshelf where I was sure I had a book of Auden's poems. I did. And the coffee got cold while I read and read and read. Thank Joe for me.


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