Sunday, July 29, 2012

Work out your salvation with...pocketbook and calculator?

For mortal sins, please dial 1-800-NO-HELL.
For mortal sins already forgiven, please dial 1-800-NO-PURGETORY.
If none of these options is applicable to you, please dial 1-800-TO-HEAVEN and we'll get you a direct line.


          Sixty days in one day. One thousand five hundred fifty-six days in one month. And 36,892 days in three years. By his own meticulous accounting, this is the amount of time Mr. William Ferraro has spared himself from purgatory since investing in a personal secretary to attend to the price of his soul. But not just any secretary would do—Miss Saunders’ credentials testify to her saintliness. A former head girl at the nearby Convent of Saint Latitudinaria, three-time recipient of the same convent’s annual piety award, and long-time Child of Mary, Miss Saunders is more than qualified for her job of getting Ferraro as many indulgences as possible. In this way, the wealthy London entrepreneur “look[s] after his own salvation,” albeit “in a more independent fashion” than that of his mentally ill wife, who has spent the last ten years trading good wine and strong whisky for emergency access to a resident liquor-loving Dominican (24).

            In his “Special Duties,” Graham Greene paints a character whose businesslike approach to secular life extends to his spiritual life. Ferraro, whose days consist of little more than spending his fortune on costly paintings in order to reduce his own death-duties, thinks he can work out his salvation in the same manner as his finances. After discovering that Miss Saunders has routinely forgone her spiritual duties to carry on a romantic affair, Ferraro immediately sets to work replacing her with a more reliable employee. Such a shocking lack of self-awareness reflects Ferraro’s profound misunderstanding of his Catholic faith, a notion Greene highlights throughout by his own sacramental imagination. However, unlike those in orthodox Catholic literature, Greene’s characters are pervaded by an inverted notion of sacramentality. Rather than symbolizing a deeper inward truth, in “Special Duties” an outward appearance of depth is instead reflective of a shallower, superficial reality.

            Greene’s portrayal of Ferraro immediately reveals that his apparent concern for his soul is in reality more businesslike than pious, but this initial transparency is perhaps less visible in Miss Saunders. Even the alert reader is quite likely surprised when her piety is exposed as a fantasy—that is, unless he took immediate notice of the inverted sacramental imagination. A reader with this in mind cannot help but feel more and more cynical with every passing paragraph. In every case throughout the short story, descriptions and actions of devotion are subsequently proven to be false. The more pious the description, the more impious the expectation of reality becomes.

            As in the Tantum Ergo, in “Special Duties” sensuum defectui—that is, the senses fail. When Ferraro asks Miss Saunders if she pays close attention to the conditions of the indulgence to be gained, she replies that being in the necessary “state of grace” is “not very difficult” in her case (26). Later, after witnessing her extra-marital affair, Ferraro muses that “not even the conditions for an indulgence had been properly fulfilled,” let alone the indulgence itself (29). In a similar manner, the convent’s awarding of piety prizes also reflects Greene’s notion of the superficial. Even to unchurched ears, the idea of convents handing out piety awards should sound bizarre. Degree of holiness is something that can only be measured from the inside; judging piety externally must then out of necessity constitute a human attempt to play the divine. In other words, there is a lack of fides supplementum—that is, of faith to supplement human deficiency.

            The other side of Ferraro’s mansion is also not immune to this distorted notion of sacramentality. Ferraro’s wife always has at her service a priest to attend to her, should any given day be her last. However, the resident priests seem more intent on gaining the material services she provides than on giving the spiritual services they were ordained to provide. Yet again, Greene portrays as inauthentic someone ordinarily capable of being an effective channel of the authentic. The person who should be a transmitter of God’s grace is instead reduced to an interferer with the divine.

            The superficiality that plagues the characters in “Special Duties” is a result of profound misunderstandings of the Catholic faith. Most glaring is Ferraro’s ignorance regarding the proper understanding and correct use of indulgences. An indulgence is not a “get-into-heaven-free card,” nor does it provide license to do whatever one pleases while on earth. Rather, an indulgence is the remission—either partial or entire—of temporal punishment due to sins already forgiven. Furthermore, the number of days attached to an indulgence does not represent the time off purgatory awarded to the recipient; it corresponds instead to the approximate length of an equivalent penance in the early Church. Nowhere is this mischaracterization of indulgences greater than when Ferraro expresses his delight at gaining “five plenary indulgences and 1565 days” during April, utterly unaware that a single plenary—meaning “full and complete”—indulgence is alone sufficient for remission of all purgatory time (26).[1] In addition, Ferraro would have never sent Miss Saunders to another city for “a mere sixty days’ indulgence” if he had known that simply saying “my Jesus, mercy” reverently is worth one hundred (26).[2] One has to wonder, too, what Ferraro would have done to himself had he known that indulgences in the name of others can only be applied posthumously.

            In some ways, then, Greene is using the character of Ferraro to satirize the effect of taking aspects of the “Catholic worldview” to an extreme. While Catholic teaching stresses the importance of the community, Greene’s writing hints that this should not come at the cost of striving for individual holiness. While indulgences are an encouraged form of reparation for sin, they are meritless without a proper desire to amend one’s life. And while the Protestant understanding of “saved by faith alone” is deficient, equally so is Ferraro’s understanding of salvation “by works alone,” much especially works commissioned as by a contractor and recorded as by an accountant.

            To foster such an understanding, Greene masterfully paints several new critical techniques into the background of his short story portrait. Specifically, Greene’s characters’ appearances, words, and actions repeatedly combine throughout the story to create irony, ambiguity, tension, and paradox. Ferraro’s dialogue to Miss Saunders, for example, is as ironic as it is hypocritical. His half-hearted admittance, “If I were less occupied here, I could attend to some of these indulgences myself,” comes on the very day that he cannot find anything better to do than visit Miss Saunders as she attempts to gain them (26). His similar dismissal of gaining indulgences for his wife—“We are taught, Miss Saunders, to pay first attention to our own souls...I employ you to look after mine.”—reveals the insurmountable contradiction on which the story’s entire plot, theme, and tone is founded (27).

            “Special Duties” is also littered with phrases that suggest multiple meanings. For example, the fact that Miss Saunders says “I was late home last night” to explain the missing indulgences for the month of June could indicate two possibilities (26). On one hand, she truly was late coming home because she was away at another church gaining a plenary indulgence. Alternatively, she was home late because she was visiting her lover, in which case the listing she manages to produce is as authentic as her piety sincere. Such ambiguity thus highlights a prevailing tension between Miss Saunders and Ferraro and, by extension, between religious fervor and complacency. Miss Saunders is complacent in her feigned fervency, reinforcing her double life as both saint and deceiver. Ferraro, on the other hand, is fervent in his commercialized complacency, reinforcing his own double life as both Catholic and Pharisee.

            Ultimately, Greene’s purposefully-inverted Catholic imagination is the epitome of paradox—a sacramental paradox, that is. The outward sign no longer corresponds to an inward reality. Rather, the actual inward state of being is entirely opposed to the characteristic portrayed. In the same way that we would in conventional Catholic literature search for the deeper meaning behind an ordinary symbol, Greene forces us instead to expose the superficiality behind the symbol of depth.  In “Special Duties” such a Catholic imagination is rooted in misrepresentations of every sort—from indulgences to salvation to faith and works. But what, we might ask, is at the root of all this misunderstanding? Ignorance alone cannot explain Ferraro’s endeavor to work out his salvation with calculator and pocketbook rather than “with fear and trembling.” It cannot explain Miss Saunders’ motivation in accepting her shameful position in the first place. And it certainly cannot explain Ferraro’s plenary failure to recognize the errors of his ways, for by definition ignorance repeated is insanity.

            Graham Greene, perhaps, would shift the focus from the man and the woman to the Creator of man and woman. When the former yield their lives to participate in That of the Latter, the two co-operate to create a divinized self-awareness, a sacrament. But when the former place themselves on center-stage, the lip service paid to the Latter—if He is remembered at all—can only create a mortal unawareness, a pseudo-sacrament—a great façade.



[1] Aside from performing the indulgence itself, there are several conditions that must be fulfilled in order to gain a plenary indulgence. Perhaps the most difficult requirement of the person seeking the plenary indulgence is that he be free from all attachment or desire to sin, even venially. Thus depending on the person, a plenary indulgence may in practice be very difficult to gain. This seems to be especially true for Greene’s character Ferraro.
[2] Raccolta 61.

Sunday, July 15, 2012

Watch me because I'm awesome.

Catholic Movie Night: I Confess (1953)
        Directed by the man who was endlessly creative, the great Alfred Hitchcock, I Confess brings to life what I had always thought of as an old wives' tale. The priest hears a murderer's confession, refuses to break the seal of confession, and the police suspecting that the priest is actually trying to hide his killer instincts take him to court. For me, this story, this old wives' tale, has always been my go-to hypothetical for trying to explain to non-Catholics the seal of the confessional. No matter what the priest hears during confession, aka the sacrament of Reconciliation, he can never disclose to anyone what he has heard. Canon law dictates, "The sacramental seal is inviolable; therefore it is absolutely forbidden for a confessor to betray in any way a penitent in words or in any manner and for any reason." (983 §1) Basically, whether the sin is venial or mortal, the priest can never repeat to another soul what has been told to him. If he does, he will be ex-communicated, and probably used as a cautionary tale by his superiors to explain to seminarians how the act of confession requires a huge amount of trust and faith between priest and penitent that the preservation of the seal is also part of the preservation of the relationship between the ordained and the rest of the Body of Christ. 
       So hear we have the great moral quandary played out in dramatic chiaroscuro. A young handsome priest, a regular Father What-A-Waste, beloved by peers and parishioners, must choose between protecting his vocation or saving his neck. The cops have him on the chopping block, and their knifes gleam cold and sharp. They want a suspect, and they found one in the guy, who can't claim an alibi, because he was hearing the murderer's confession. But while their physical eyes follow him through the tree-lined avenues of Quebec, Hitchcock (who was a practicing Catholic) and his cinematographer Robert Burks create a presence through camera angles and lighting that is outside of the events taking place and yet everywhere in them. It's practically omniscient. As the camera tilts down upon the head of the suspected priest, it gazes through the crooks of a massive statue depicting Jesus carrying the cross. In the courtroom during the priest's trial,  Jesus stretches out in agony on the wall beside the priest. It's more than metaphorical weight on the priest's shoulders, he is literally taking on another man's burden, another man's crime. The poor guy is already a Christ figure from his vocation, but from a literary perspective he fits the bill perfectly from his age, celibacy, humility, and self-sacrifice.  So while this priest suffers, the viewer is always reminded that this suffering is nothing new. The contorted body on the crucifix is evidence enough of that. There were no guarantees of a happily-ever-after, of it being easier than other paths. But also, the viewer can see that the priest does not suffer alone. God does not abandon him, and the priest does not abandon God.





Sunday, June 3, 2012

POETRY TALKS: An interview with Tony Zick



Tony Zick is a poet and student living in southeastern Michigan—no, not Detroit. While his studies at Eastern Michigan University keep him on his toes, he continues to write and perform his own poetry. He has competed with the Ann Arbor Youth Poetry Slam team and was featured in HBO’s Brave New Voices documentary series. The National Youth Poetry Slam Festival featured one of his poems in the Speak Green competition sponsored by the Sundance Institute. According to his mentor Jeff Kass, “(Tony) read a poem called ‘The Pundit’ in Washington D.C., and [he had] the audience rolling with laughter, and Joshua Bennett, one of the foremost youth poets in the country, would shake his head and say, ‘this guy’s brilliant.’”* Currently, Tony balances family, school, and work, drawing inspiration for his poetry from personal experience and his imagination.

MCW: Hi Tony.
Zick: Hi, Renee. Thank you for interviewing me today.
MCW: Of course. Out of curiosity, as a slam poet, has a poem ever gotten you into or out of a fight?
Zick: (Laughs) No. Never.
MCW: Just checking. When did you realize that you wanted to write poetry? Did you write creatively before?
Zick: In elementary and middle school, we had poetry and creative units. I always liked those, and I noticed I was pretty good at it.  I guess I had a kind of “aha” moment when I was in 7th or 8thgrade, and I had just finished a story by J.R.R. Tolkien. I think it was called the “Tale of Aragorn and Arwen” or something like that. I was pretty moved by it, and I thought to myself, “I want to be a writer!” In high school, taking creative writing classes with Jeff Kass and participating in the Ann Arbor youth poetry community took my love of poetry to a new level to say the least. This past year, Ive done a lot of thinking about my life goals, and Ive realized more that I want to try and make writing poetry a part of my life mission. So yeah. That’s that.
MCW: Would you consider yourself a Catholic poet?
Zick: In the sense that I am a Catholic who is also a poet, definitely.
MCW: OK, so if I were to attach the adjective “modern” as a descriptor for you—now, you're a modern Catholic poet—what would you say?
Zick: I’m not sure where to draw the line between Catholic and non-Catholic literature, if such a line can be drawn. Hmm, me a modern Catholic poet. I guess I am having a hard time answering this question.
MCW: Allow me to modify the question...would calling you a modern Catholic poet feel oxymoronic?
Zick: No, not at all.
MCW: Why not?
Zick: Faith doesn’t diminish one’s ability to be an artist. I would think that it would increase it because it allows you to see the world more accurately.
MCW: Does religion inform your worldview?
Zick: Yes, it’s the center of my life. My aim, whether or not I live up to it, is for every aspect of my life to accept and respond to God’s Love.
MCW: Within your poetry and writing are there particular themes that you find interesting or challenging to work with?
Zick: The theme of failed hopes is for sure both interesting and challenging for mealso, excitement and gratefulness in small things.
MCW: How have you used them in your poems?
Zick: Well, “The Raccoon” starts with me in the middle of custodial work, feeling unhappy because it’s hard to rejoice or dance or be excited while working. Then it sort of says, “well, you can dance even in the midst of inglorious things because you have an inherent dignity given by God, regardless of your surrounds or your failed hopes.” So I guess it’s lost one hope and found another hope in that situation. Though I should add that I like being a custodian.
MCW: Is there anything else that you would like readers to know about you and your poetry?
Zick: Sure. For some reason, I often write outlandish scenarios, such as going to visit a mountain goat that represents nostalgia or listening to a talking raccoon speak to God about me. At other times, I use hyper-musical language, similar to Hopkins, which is all to say that “strangeness” is often a springboard for my work. 

The Raccoon
They say fast music makes you work faster
I say it just makes you dance
and you can't dance
not at work
not for show,
or even in the bathroom
where suddenly your cover could be blown
And the night goes on
like a relative projecting red-bomb warnings
and the headphones sing away
someone else's lovesick heart
or blue-suede blues
and, as I'm changing the bag in the day-care diaper pail
I am only moving on duty
the kind of duty with a “t” and a “y”
the kind of duty that doesn't feel like a gift
but an obstacle to Oblivion
and Oblivion is sexy as hell
Except that it is Hell.
I take up the last trash bags to the dumpsters
and open the lid
in reasonable peace, for a done day
and I see
a raccoon in the shadow of the bin,
it's face paranoid and sad

But regal it rakes itself out of the can
Slumps its loaf body over the edge

Points its wet nose straight at my chest
and sings, in perfect tune
“Oh ignominious Night! Fold your darkness away!
Alive! Alive am I! A paranoid rodent!

Royal black stripes on greasy grey fur!
The king or the Queen of all Raccoons

For all this suburban boy knows.  But more!
God gives him gapes at the living!

For who is the giver of living?
Break him, oh Beauty

banish the crown of his heart and humble it hard
On a fleeting, sad-back animal feeding

on old crackers and yogurt in trash-bags, dancing
in this dumpster, singing praises, listening
for the sermons in our skin.”


*Source: Kass, Jeff. "The Curious Case of Anthony Zick."AnnArbor.com, 11 Feb 2010. Web. 1 May 2012. <http://www.annarbor.com/news/education/the-curious-case-of-anthony-zick/>.

So Heavy



An Italian friend translated this prayer, and it seemed particularly apt to the theme of grace that appears in many Catholic novels. I realize this prayer isn't meant as a work of fiction, but please consider it an accompaniment piece to the novels and short stories that have been written after 1900. From a Christian perspective, grace is meant as a gift for the undeserving, and for the quietly desperate like Binx in The Moviegoer or for those physically suffering like the whiskey priest in The Power and the Glory, this prayer is an acknowledgement that to live fully is to know pain.


The two graces
that the Lord gives
are sadness and weariness.

Sadness, because it forces me to memory.
Weariness, because it forces me to the reasons why I do things.

O God, let a total positivity lead my soul,
in whatever condition I am,
whatever remorse I have,
whatever injustice I feel passing on me,
whatever obscurity surrounds me,
whatever enmity,
whatever death overtakes me,

because You, who made all the living creatures, are for the good.

You are the positive hypothesis about everything I live.

---Don Luigi Giussani---  

Tuesday, May 22, 2012

The Enduring Creepiness of Uncle Screwtape

         Let's face it. It was probably a bad idea to start reading The Screwtape Letters on a dark and stormy night when I was home alone and had forgotten to replace the burnt out light bulb in the hallway. Yeah, bad idea. It's not exactly like C. S. Lewis set out to right a horror story or anything. For me, it's a very particular kind of horror, the kind that sneaks up on you and drags you to Hell. Little joke there. Got it. Not funny.
        I haven't heard too many people try to pigeon-hole this novel as a horror story. In fact, Peter Kreeft considers The Screwtape Letters to be the first of a very particular, satirical, and epistolary genre, where a more knowledgeable sort gives advice to a less knowledgeable sort. In this case, Uncle Screwtape gives advice to nephew Wormwood about how to deal with his patient, which supposedly should lead the human down the wrong path into the jaws of Satan. And that advice is the opposite of everything that I--excuse me, the patient--should do for eternal life with God, or in Screwtape's words--the Enemy. Which quite effectively, gives me the creeps.
         In the last post, I mentioned a couple of authors who have mimicked Lewis's style and repeated much of his information in more recent novels. Kreeft followed Lewis's style incredibly closely with a new Uncle-nephew demon pairing. While Eberstadt twisted the role reversal further with a female protagonist that is not advising demons but atheists. The two more recent authors probably saw a need and a voice that Lewis's did not necessarily miss, but they believed could be expanded upon. Kreeft and Eberstadt situate their novels in current US versus Lewis's WWII England. Time and location change somethings, but certainly not all, and if one returns to the original masterpiece, he may be surprised at just how much it creeps him out by how much it still applies.
           Consider for a moment these lines from Screwtape:
I once had a patient, a sound atheist, who used to read in the British Museum. One day, as he sat reading, I saw a train of thought in his mind beginning to go the wrong way. The Enemy, of course, was at his elbow in a moment. Before I knew where I was I saw my twenty years' work beginning to totter. If I had lost my head and begun to attempt a defence by argument I should have been undone. But I was not such a fool. I struck instantly at the part of the man which I had best under my control and suggested that it was just about time he had some lunch...In fact [this idea was] much too important to tackle at the end of a morning...the patient brightened up considerably; and by the time I had added 'Much better come back after lunch and go into it with a fresh mind,' he was already half way to the door.  (2-3)
         This is such a simple anecdote of how easily one can be distracted from the state of their own soul that it makes my skin crawl for anyone to lose it over a sandwich.  It also demonstrates how the demons don't even need to argue. They just whisper seeds of doubt and forgetfulness, and then the human does the rest. Screwtape goes on to articulate how to direct the patient away from God through distraction, distortion, and straight-up lying. He hits on a variety of diabolical exploits ranging from the disruption of happy union between man and woman by the man creating a fantasy of the perfect woman via pornagrophy, etc. (79). Everything was made by God as Screwtape readily admits, and he admits even more that many of those things cause great pleasure to the patient. It's all in how it's "twisted" that matters (87).  Basically, if the human does the exact opposite of whatever Screwtape says, they would be in pretty good shape.
          I should also point out that while Lewis dedicated his book to J.R.R. Tolkien and the updated versions have been written by Catholics, Lewis engaged both sides of the Tiber when he included quotations from two well-respected men, one of Catholic origin and the other Protestant. It was probably his evidenced-based way of saying that both groups were suffering, had suggested similar advice, and could probably benefit from a bit of devilish satire.

Tuesday, May 15, 2012

Howlers

By Auntie Oscura (Screwtape is a second cousin once removed on my father's side)


C. S. Lewis, The Screwtape Letters

This man is the not-so-dearly-departed English writer, who caused plenty of trouble for us in his earthly life. It just makes it all the more annoying that we still have to deal with his sixty-plus writings on our Enemy. It makes me want to vomit when I consider how he converted to Christianity and defended that old relic--the Roman Catholic Church--when he wasn't even a Catholic! He defend her through satire, no less. Pardon the human expression, but what the hell. How dare he turn our darkness against us with the Enemy's own invention of words. It's just too much, and under Screwtape's name!  For better results with your own patients, do not mention to anyone Lewis's friendship with that ultimate Catholic loser J. R. R. Tolkien. Squash at all costs the rumors that Lewis would have come into the Church if he had just lived a bit longer and had a few more discussions with that hobbit-like man.



Peter Kreeft, The Snakebite Letters: Devilishly Devious Secrets for Subverting Society As Taught In Tempter's Training School

Get a good look at this face because this is another traitorous convert to that doddering institution.  Worst of all this one seems to have been taking notes and has made Lewis's WWII satire relevant to a modern USA with an American patient. This is a disturbing development for us because before we could have simply whispered to our patients that Lewis's words were outdated, "Why of course those old ideas are no longer relevant to you, darling. Don't worry just be a caring person and all will turn out well." Yeah, right. This Kreeft seems to be up to Lewis's nincompoopery again and affirming the Enemy's Word. Could someone please distract him during Mass. Nothing too obvious. Just get him thinking about how cute his grandkids are, or how wonderful that Avenger's movie was. Anything. So what if there was a line in the movie about there being only one, true Enemy. It's a small price for us to pay if it means that Kreeft takes his mind off what is really happening in the Mass, when that little bit of bread turns into...DON'T MAKE ME SAY IT!


Mary Eberstadt, The Loser Letters: A Comic Tale of Life, Death, and Atheism
Well, this one's a bit different than the other two, but don't be fooled by those big, innocent eyes. She's as much trouble as the other two and has been up to mischief much more recently. She's one of those Cradle Catholics. She's a tough nut to crack make no mistake. Not because of the whole Cradle Catholic business. No, we're old pros at lulling those ones into a false sense of security in the Enemy before setting them a drift into the world thinking that they're with Him, when they just haven't realized that they abandoned Him long ago. Oh, good times. Good times in deed. Back to the matter at hand, this Eberstadt woman is a problem. She's written something with a female narrator exposing our avid, atheistic supporters' weaknesses. I can't tell you how dangerous this is for us.  Before we had had such success with those surplus Eves by getting them to believe that the Church was too patriarchal, too masculine with all of those priests and bishops. Now, we have this female author making a female narrator talking to our athiests. Needless to say, she must be stopped at all costs.  We don't need another disgusting human poking light into our darkness.

"The Enduring Creepiness of Uncle Screwtape" to arrive on May 23.

Tuesday, May 8, 2012

Tree of Life --- Review by Fr. Robert Barron

If you haven’t already, you should really consider watching Tree of Life. Unlike most movies, there isn’t really a concrete plot to it, so I cannot suggest with a high certainty that you will get out of it the same ideas that I did. But I am confident that the experience you will get from this movie will be extraordinary. If you would like a learned Catholic’s interpretation of Terrence Malick’s film, please watch this.

Father Robert Barron, as many of you know from the series Catholicism, comments on this movie in the above video. The title “Tree of Life” comes from the book of Genesis, in the story of Adam and Eve. They are living with the Tree of Life, and the Tree of the Knowledge of Good and Evil. They are given the choice to “grasp” at the latter tree and attempt to understand what God only fully knows. This is assuming a God-like position, and denying an access to real life.

Fr. Barron suggests that the main point of the movie is an attempt to show God’s answer to the human question: “why is there suffering?” Evidence that the movie is about this is that it starts with a verse from the book of Job:

“Where were you when I laid the foundation of the earth? When the morning stars sang together, and all the sons of God shouted for joy?” Job38:4,7

This is a part of God’s conversation with Job, a character in the Bible who, in his story, suffers greatly. So, this question of suffering can be examined from God’s point of view.

In the movie, we have two main human characters, the mom and the dad. In Fr. Barron’s interpretation, the dad represents “nature” and the mom represents “nurture,” or grace. The dad raises the children by teaching them the ways of the world, teaching them to be on top of the competition. The mom raises them with grace, allowing them to enjoy life and live it as though each day was the last.

Fr. Barron goes on to say that nature and grace are both controlled by God. Neither is good or evil, but God, through them, is good.

God allows “negativity” into God’s creation for the purpose of producing a greater good. God allows a certain play of the hard-edged and the forgiving.

So, the answer (the movie) answers our question and says to us that we weren’t there when God created the universe, world, etc. but we should accept that God is the One who knows the full truth and knows what God is doing. This is how we can re-gain access to the Tree of Life from Genesis.