Author: newkingjim

I posted earlier about a place in Turkey where there are miraculous healing pools. Very close to these healing pools is a slightly different place, a place known as the Gates of Hell. Documentaries have explained how animals were sacrificed by walking them into the gate. The animals soon died, but the humans did not. The picture above shows how the gate looks now, but here’s an idea of what it looked like in ancient days.

The ‘steam’ coming from the mouth is sulfurous gas, which is what killed the animals. The sulfur generally stayed close to the surface of the water, which was effective in killing the smaller animals and sparing the humans. Of course, if you were short statured, you were out of luck. And this explains at least one of the reasons giraffes were not used as sacrificial animals here.

One last observation. There are a number of other places in the world where there are gates to hell. One is the Flaming Door to Hell in Turkmenistan, a crater that has been burning for 40 years. Another is at Erta Ale in Ethiopia, which is called the “Gateway to Hell.” To put it in spiritual terms, there are many ways to hell on our planet.

Pamukkale is a place in Turkey that is famous for it’s terraced pools of healing water. People from all over the world travel there to bathe in the soothing waters that apparently cure all types of illnesses. While I’m not a big believer in miraculous icons or religious sites, I have to admit that if I were in Turkey I would take a dip in those waters. On the other hand, I ask myself, if there are so many places in the world that miraculously heal people, why are there still so many sick people in the world? Part of the answer is simply the nature of human beings. We are not meant to live forever in this world or this body. There’s a better world and a better body awaiting us. Strangely enough, right next to these heavenly healing water are the gates of hell. More about those later.

I’m just sharing something Philip Yancey posted.

It’s difficult to recognize how bad a situation is when we’ve been in the middle of it for a long time. We easily get used to unpleasant things. We look past distasteful sights. Our noses adapt to unpleasant odors. We just get used to things and forget how bad things are even though the evidence is all around us. I was reading one of Kyriacos Markides’ insightful books and he used an example that struck me as powerful.

He talked about our unawareness of human sinfulness, and how we don’t realize how truly bad it is until we get out of it. He compared it to leaving a smog filled city and going up to the mountains where the air is clean and clear and pure. From the top of the mountain, you can look down on the city you just left and see the pollution you were living in. From the top of the mountain you can experience what life is like free of pollution (well, relatively free of pollution). And when you go back to the city, you can tell people about your experience. You can encourage them to step outside of the pollution, even for just a moment, to better appreciate and understand the reality they live in.

We should be people who have been to the mountain top and seen the view of sin from above. We should be people who understand how difficult it is for others to see the sin of the world when they have lived in it and gotten used to it. Most of all, we should be people who desperately want others to go up to the mountaintop so that they too might realize the truth of the human condition.

Traveling the east coast of the US, one encounters numerous old buildings. Many of these are nearly 300 years old, dating back to the earliest colonial settlements in North America. What I found fascinating was that many of these earliest buildings were churches. In fact, when communities were founded, it was the church that was the first building to be constructed.

 

 

 

The church served such an important purpose to the community that it was built before any other type of building. Our society today doesn’t think that way. We still build churches, but usually the church comes after the community is well established. And many of those old churches have been repurposed for secular uses. I think we need to recapture the importance of the church. We need to see it the way our ancestors saw it, as a place for relationships between our neighbors and ourselves. And a place for relationship between ourselves and God.

Whatever spiritual journey we may be on, we need to keep walking. It’s okay to stop and rest for awhile. It’s necessary at times. Stops along the way are often pleasant diversions. Eventually, though, we need to start walking again. Sometimes it’s easy. You can see the road far ahead. The way isn’t steep and the walk is a pleasant one. There’s room for others to join you. Progress can be made with only mild effort and exertion.

But it’s not always like that. Sometimes it’s hard. You can’t see far ahead and you don’t know if the path is still going to be there when you go around the corner. The path may be steep and difficult. There’s no room for anyone to walk beside you, although you know they’re close behind you or just ahead. Progress is slow and almost painful. The temptation to stop and turn around haunts you. Whatever the path you may be on today, keep walking. The final destination awaits. And sometimes the journey itself is the destination.

I’ve been thinking about hope a lot lately. Probably, this is a result of studying the writings of John. The Gospel of John talks about the darkness of this world and the hope that is found in Jesus Christ. Recently, our church held candlelight services on Christmas Eve. It can be a powerful experience to watch one light multiply into hundreds or thousands to fill up a dark room. The basic thought is that Christ is the first light, and Christians are the lights that follow him. Ultimately, Christ and his followers light up the dark world. I’m not sure Christians can ever really light up a dark world, though. I think it more likely we can only point out just how dark it really is without light (as though we really need to point that out). We can tell people that there is light that illuminates the dark. We can direct people to the source of that light. We can tell people that there exists a world where there is no dark and that they can have a place in that world of light. So when those candles start lighting up the dark church sanctuary, what I see is symbolic hope. We can have our darkened souls awakened to the awareness of light, and the hope of that future world where we can live in the light.

I took this picture at St. Peter’s Basilica in 2010. At the time, I found the sunlight streaming in through the windows quite moving. It called to mind certain verses in the gospel of John. “The man who walks in the dark does not know where he is going.”  “I have come into the world as a light, so that no one who believes in me should stay in darkness,”  “Put your trust in the light…so that you may become sons of the light.” Emily Dickinson wrote a famous poem about light streaming down from the clouds. Unfortunately, all I remember about the poem is a college professor spending half an hour breaking down the structure of that poem and the use of crepuscular rays as meaningful imagery. In case you didn’t know, crepuscular rays just means ‘sunbeams.’ So why not just say sun beams? Sometimes, in examining the details of something, whether it be a poem or the Bible, we can lose the simple and beautiful meaning of what is being said. Today, the picture speaks more to me of hope. We live in a dark world, but God’s light penetrates the dark. God illuminates the dark. Jesus came into the world as the light of the world. There is hope and salvation through him. So when you see those crepuscular rays shining, let them be a reminder of Jesus Christ, the hope of the world.

Continuing my thoughts on Knossos, I move now to the Queen’s bedroom. The queen apparently liked dolphins. Some think the queen worshiped Delphin, the god of dolphins, but I disagree. (yes, I dare to disagree with certain experts). I have my reasons. One reason I disagree is because the god Delphin is portrayed much differently in the available images we have uncovered. As you can see (down below), Delphin does not look much like an actual dolphin. I suppose one could argue he looks like a fat mutated dolphin.

In any case, it’s my opinion that the queen probably just liked dolphins and had her chamber decorated with them. Dolphins were sometimes portrayed as rescuing stranded sailors. Images of people riding to safety on dolphins are well documented. Perhaps this dolphin fresco brought feelings of safety and comfort to the queen. I don’t really know. I’m speculating. This all makes me wonder about dolphins as a symbol of Christianity. The ‘fish’ symbol dates back to the beginnings of the faith. But why a fish and not the dolphin? It was a symbol of  salvation in some religions already. Why not use this beloved creature that already had overtones of ‘saving people’ attached to it? It’s hard to say. Sometimes Christianity adapted older symbols to new purposes. Sometimes not. In any case, the more commonplace word ‘fish’ (Ichthus) was adapted, and it’s letters came to represent certain truths of the Christian faith. Christians use the fish as a symbol of the faith. Dolphins lost their chance at being a part of  Christian symbolism and tradition. But they’re still amazing creatures!

Another interesting part of the Knossos complex on Crete is the throne room. In the picture I have here, the room has been restored (against the wishes of many archaeologists) to give an idea of what it actually looked like some 3000 years ago. It’s hard to make out, but there’s a fresco of a griffin on the wall by the door. These griffins circle the room, which also contains a reproduction of the original throne. It’s unknown if this throne was the seat of the king, the queen, or a goddess (let’s say, an effigy of a goddess). A number of archaeologists argue that the throne was made for a woman because of the curves of the seat, which they say were ‘made for a woman’s buttocks.’ I wasn’t aware archaeologists were experts on women’s buttocks but perhaps they are. Also, I’m not sure they’re even allowed to say such a thing in today’s culture of anti-sexism. But they have. In any case, my thought about the throne room centers on the idea that the throne was considered to be the place where the actual goddess of the Minoans came and held court. The Minoans created lifelike effigies (say, scarecrows) to reinforce that idea (and scare everyone, no doubt). This was a common practice among the people of many cultures, from the carving of small hand-sized idols to the sculpting of massively huge stone carvings. People wanted to see their god and they wanted to believe they could use these images of gods as a means to get the things they wanted (money, love, power). Some cultures Mesopotamia even had ‘god rooms’ where their god statue lived; people were dedicated to feeding, washing, and tending to these nonliving statues. When God spoke in the Old Testament against making and worshiping idols, He was speaking about something that was about as commonplace to the people then as our use of cell phones is now. It wasn’t just a matter of not making or buying idols anymore. It meant an entire new way of thinking about who God was and how God wanted to interact with human beings. I always have to look at my own life and consider what simple, normal everyday culturally normal thing in my life might actually be hindering my relationship with God.