The Book of the People

How to Read the Bible

A. N. Wilson

• Publisher: Atlantic Books
• Year: 2015
• ISBN:
  9781782396376
• Topic: Theology & Religion
• Subtopic: Religion

From one of our leading social and cultural historians comes a dazzling and original exploration of how, and why, we should still be reading the Bible, even if we no longer believe.

In The Book of the People, A. N. Wilson explores how readers and thinkers have approached the Bible over the centuries, and how it might be read today.

Charting his own relationship with the Bible over a lifetime of writing, this is a deeply personal look at the author's faith and how it has shaped his life. Wilson believes that the Bible remains relevant even in a largely secular society, as a philosophical work, a work of literature and a cultural touchstone.

Erudite, witty and accessible, The Book of the People seeks to recast the Good Book as a vital work for our collective imagination.

CONTENTS

	A Prologue
1	This Mountain
2	The Vulgate of Experience
3	Prophets
4	Holy Wisdom
5	Job
6	Living in a Metaphor: Psalms
7	The Rebirth of Images
	Epilogue
	Notes
	Selected Reading List
	Permissions
	About the Author

A PROLOGUE

THE BIBLE USED to be familiar to almost everyone in the Western world, even (I was going to write ‘especially’) to the illiterate. Visit any great church from Durham to Constantinople, from Rome to Jerusalem, and your eye will fall on images drawn from the Bible, which would have been instantly recognized by any visitor when these places were first constructed. There is Abraham, offering his son Isaac in sacrifice, and having his hand stayed by an angel even as he lifts a knife to the child. There is Daniel in the Lion’s Den. There is Noah in the Ark, and there is Noah having landed the Ark, lying in a state of drunkenness. For hundreds of years, the human race filled its mind with these Bible-based images.

With the invention of printing, and the coming of the Reformation, the Bible, translated out of its original Hebrew and Greek into German, English, French, and eventually all the languages of the globe, became what it had never quite been until then: primarily a book, an object which people read as a text. Before that, many people heard the Bible, and saw images taken from it, carved in stone, or painted on glass. But it was not primarily an object, certainly not a book they would have had in their own home. Then came Luther’s sublime idea that every ploughboy should be able to read and understand the Scriptures. And from that idea sprang many unforeseen consequences – perhaps the Enlightenment itself, and the eventual decision, by many who read the Book, that it was not true, or not true in the way which they had been taught.

People still went on reading the Bible, however, even in this time of crisis. The Bible would have been read to them in schools. Infant plays based on Daniel in the Lion’s Den, or Noah’s Ark, or the Nativity of Jesus, would still have been part of their lives, as would at least a selective reading of the Bible texts.

For many people in the Western world today, this is no longer the case. The Bible, for them, is largely unfamiliar. Even those who have attended schools where there is some rudimentary Bible reading in the morning assembly will find, when they visit the great monuments of the Christian past, or read Christian classics such as Paradise Lost or Dante’s Divine Comedy, that the multitudinous Biblical references ring no bells.

It is a bit late in history to say how sad this is – though of course it is sad. One of the reasons for it has perhaps been a tendency, since the Enlightenment towards the close of the eighteenth century, to think of the Bible in fundamentalist ways. The non-believers are more likely, in my view, to have been fundamentalist than the believers. It is the non-believer who tends to think the Bible is ‘untrue’ because archaeology provides no evidence for the existence of Noah’s Ark or the Crucifixion.

This book is an attempt to persuade people to read the Bible. It is not intended to be a contentious book, and it is certainly not telling you what to think. I have cast it in a semi-fictional form, in which incidents and memories and characters in my own life, and a dialogue with a friend to whom I have given the initial L., are the background of the book. My reason for this is that the Bible, more than most books, forms part of one’s life once it is absorbed into the system. It does not remain static, any more than you remain ever the same. Your perspective of it will change with the years. I have been lucky enough to have had time not only to read the Bible, but also to study it sporadically. This has helped me to form impressions which I do not wish to force on anyone, but which some readers might find helpful.

This book is intended as a sort of ‘guide’ to the Bible – as my semi-fictionalized friend L. was a guide to my own reading. It takes a seven-fold form. In the first chapter, I explain why the Quest for the Historical Jesus, in which I have foolishly indulged myself, is a dead end which can only lead nowhere. The Bible was not written by authors with our sense of historical accuracy. Much of it is deeply literary, by which I mean that passages which appear to be plain narratives are actually reworkings of older passages from other parts of Scripture. The literary history of the Bible makes ‘literalism’ impossible.

So what sort of book is the Bible? The remaining six chapters of my short book explore answers to this question. The first section of the Bible, known in Hebrew as the Torah (Law), implies that everything is fixed and grounded, as Biblical fundamentalists want it to be. But for the Jews who wrote down these books, almost the opposite was the case. The very word ‘God’ was not quite mentionable. If it was, it was not a noun but a verb. Chapter Two suggests that the Jewish concept of God really was different from that of other peoples.

My third chapter explores the sections of Scripture known as the Prophets. The tradition of Biblical prophecy has led to some of the most extraordinary changes in human society, right down to our own day with the Civil Rights Movement in the United States, the overthrow of Soviet power and the abolition of apartheid in South Africa. The reason that my book is called The Book of the People is that the Bible has affected human life. It is not proved or disproved by a sceptic poring over its pages in a study. Rather, it is enacted when people such as Martin Luther King or Desmond Tutu are enflamed by it.

The Writings, or the Holy Wisdom, which inform the third section of the Jewish Scriptures, perhaps have no finer examples than the Book of Job and the Book of Psalms, which I consider in detail. Then I return to the questions which have surrounded the truth or otherwise of the Gospels, since they first began to be read with a sceptical eye in the eighteenth century.

In my final chapter, I return to the idea of the Bible as a Book of the People, and of its traditions being carried along through history, not by its quiet existence on a library shelf, but by the living tradition of human beings, who have heard, and acted upon, its words since the first handing-down of the traditions. In this last chapter, I go to Ghent and look at one of the most stupendous readings of the Bible ever undertaken – the Altarpiece, based on the Apocalypse of John. For there are more ways of reading than by merely turning the pages of a book.

ONE

THIS MOUNTAIN

She hears, upon that water without sound,

A voice that cries, ‘The tomb in Palestine

Is not the porch of spirits lingering.

It is the grave of Jesus, where he lay.’

Wallace Stevens, ‘Sunday Morning’

L. HAD SAID — If you’re going to Israel, you’ve got to see Nablus. You’ll see Roman remains, she said, a great colonnade; and you’ll see Mount Gerizim towering above the old town. In legendary times, before King David, before the land divided into the northern Kingdom of Israel and the southern Kingdom of Judah, this was Israel’s cultic centre. Shechem is its name in the Bible. Then the centre shifted to Mount Zion and Jerusalem, and the people who were left behind, clinging to the old faith, were called Samaritans.

L. and I over the years–

Yes, but who the L.? writes my editor in the margin of the typescript. I see her point. But, by the end of this story, you will know enough about L. Enough. Not very much, but enough. That, by the way, will be one of the points of this book: how much knowledge is enough?

But it is not a book about L. It’s a book, in part, about what we have done to ourselves, as a culture either by neglecting the Bible or by making it into an offensive weapon with which to attack people with whom we disagree. L. was the one who was meant to be writing a book about the Bible, but this never came to anything. So in the end, I have decided to write my own version, incorporating some of the things she taught me. I don’t know whether she would agree with the conclusions – but that isn’t very important.

Back to Israel – in, I suppose, May 1991, when, on L.’s recommendations, we were driving to Nablus on a hot day. R. and I had been together for a couple of years, but still did not know one another very well. We had not yet married. Our companions were K. B., a young colleague on the newspaper where I worked, and his wife B. We were in Israel combining a holiday with a visit to K. B.’s mother, who, though Irish and non-Jewish, had come with a fairly recent husband to live at Jaffa/Joppa, a smart southern suburb of Tel Aviv, better known to the outside world for its oranges. At the party given to celebrate our arrival, we had been shown into a room which seemed to contain all the famous Israelis you’d ever heard of – Daniel Barenboim, Amos Oz, and so on. And now, family visits done, we had checked into the American Colony Hotel in Jerusalem, and were doing some sightseeing.

The car-hire firm had given some confusing, though not, at the time, particularly alarming advice about number plates. If we were going to Jewish areas, it would be safer to have such-and-such a number plate. And if we were going to the occupied West Bank?

Don’t go to the West Bank, was the advice.

But I wanted to see Nablus. I had been to Israel quite often before. I was of the generation where non-Jewish European students went to work on kibbutzim in their gap year. I’d done this after leaving boarding school in 1969 – I’d picked oranges at the Kibbutz Beit HaEmek, near Acre, explored crusader ruins, hitch-hiked through the Negev, smoked on the beach with hippies at Eilat before it was the huge holiday resort it is today, and seen the Biblical sites. I’d stayed for two weeks in Jerusalem at the Anglican cathedral, St George’s; I’d visited the Dome of the Rock, the Garden of Gethsemane and the Holy Sepulchre, taken buses to Galilee, seen Nazareth, Capernaum, Bethsaida and Tiberias. But I had never been to Nablus.

The name is an Arabic rationalization of the Greek ‘Neapolis’. It was a Hellenistic city, with splendid remains; and it was also in the heart of Biblical Samaria. As we bowled along in the boiling heat, there were many jokes about Good Samaritans, telephoning the Samaritans if we were not enjoying our holiday, and so forth.

Nablus is near the old Biblical site of Shechem, which was a flourishing Canaanite city in the second millennium BC (as recorded in Judges, Chapter 9). According to the old tales, recorded in Genesis, Abraham, our Father in Faith, had a theophany, a vision of God, at Shechem, and built an altar. His grandson Jacob (Israel) did the same [Genesis 33:18–20]. At some point in the early history of Israel, the people who worshipped God at Shechem broke away from those who worshipped God at Jerusalem. If you are a Samaritan, you would probably rewrite that sentence, that the worshippers at Jerusalem were the ones who broke away, while the Samaritans stayed loyal to the Abrahamic faith in Shechem. Certainly by 330 BC, in the Hellenistic period, Shechem was a great city, with a temple. It was laid waste in 107 BC by the Hasmonean John Hyrcanus, so by the time Jesus went there, it would have been a place which had seen better days. The Samaritans, however, are distinctive among the peoples mentioned in the Bible in that they alone, apart from the Jews and the Christians, survive as a separate religious entity to this day. They still maintain the old faith.

L. (who was a Presbyterian) had an affection for the Old Believers whenever they cropped up in Russian literature. (These were the sectarians who refused some very minor innovations in the Russian Orthodox Church in the eighteenth century and thereafter lived slightly outside the ordinary run of society.) She also sympathized with Roman Catholics who yearned for their Tridentine Latin Mass. And she claimed that she had once made a pilgrimage to Sussex to meet the very last of a seventeenth-century sect called the Muggletonians, who got it in the neck from Cromwell, and had been quietly waiting for the Second Coming ever since. They were quite a sizeable sect in Cromwellian days, but by the time L. met them, there were only two left. The Samaritans were her sort of people. One of her favourite sayings was, ‘The majority is always wrong’. Sometimes, she’d vary this by quoting the Willie Raskin song, ‘Fifty Million Frenchmen Can’t Be Wrong’. To which she would add, ‘Oh, yeah?’ (L. was American.)

It would seem as if the origin of the schism between Samaritans and Jews was simple conservatism. The Samaritans resented innovations being imported into the faith from Jerusalem. They had/have stricter dietary laws, and stricter Sabbath observance than the Jews. They venerate Mount Gerizim as a place where the God of Israel appeared long before he lighted upon Mount Zion in Jerusalem.

The encounter between Jesus and a woman of Samaria at Jacob’s Well [John 4] has no parallels in the other three Gospels. It tells of Jesus sitting by the well when the woman came to draw water. Jesus asked her for water to drink, and she was surprised that a Jew should ask this of a Samaritan, since Jews and Samaritans were on such bad terms.

Jesus then told her that, if she knew who he really was, who had asked her for a drink, then she would be asking him for water – living water. ‘The woman said to him, “Sir, you have no bucket and the well is deep. Where do you get that living water? Are you greater than our ancestor Jacob, who gave us the well, and with his sons and his flo...