The Temptation in the Desert: Christ is asked by the Devil to change
stone into bread, is offered dominion over the earth, and is offered the
opportunity to summon angels. The temptation of God is unsettling even
if we can rationalize it under Christ's duality. This event has been
translated as the temptation of Israel but there is a peculiarity here
that does not go away: Who is Christ proving Himself to? He is not being
asked to change stone to bread because He is hungry but to prove He can
do it. Ditto the display of throwing Himself from the precipice. These
are displays of proof, confirmation of His divinity. Only the
opportunity of dominion is the Devil really a factor and, as Christ does
not need the Devil for dominion, one thinks the Devil is superfluous.
What this really looks like is a heavenly internal debate: "I could do it this way but won't. This way but won't. Nor this way."
What the devil is doing there must be a joy to the Manichees.
'Hunger' by Robert Laurence Binyon
I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man's side.
What this really looks like is a heavenly internal debate: "I could do it this way but won't. This way but won't. Nor this way."
What the devil is doing there must be a joy to the Manichees.
'Hunger' by Robert Laurence Binyon
I come among the peoples like a shadow.
I sit down by each man's side.
None sees me, but they look on one another,
And know that I am there.
My silence is like the silence of the tide
That buries the playground of children;
Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,
When birds are dead in the morning.
Armies trample, invade, destroy,
With guns roaring from earth and air.
I am more terrible than armies,
I am more feared than the cannon.
Kings and chancellors give commands;
I give no command to any;
But I am listened to more than kings
And more than passionate orators.
I unswear words, and undo deeds.
Naked things know me.
I am first and last to be felt of the living.
I am Hunger
And know that I am there.
My silence is like the silence of the tide
That buries the playground of children;
Like the deepening of frost in the slow night,
When birds are dead in the morning.
Armies trample, invade, destroy,
With guns roaring from earth and air.
I am more terrible than armies,
I am more feared than the cannon.
Kings and chancellors give commands;
I give no command to any;
But I am listened to more than kings
And more than passionate orators.
I unswear words, and undo deeds.
Naked things know me.
I am first and last to be felt of the living.
I am Hunger
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