The Economy, Faith, and Debt

Stanley Fish has a stunning article on his NYTimes Blog about the Christian discourse on debt. He talks about the two main Christian frameworks for understanding money and debt and explores their implications for the current financial crisis. This kind of frankly Christian essay in such a major venue (the New York Times) highlights one of the major differences between Christianity in America and Canada. People like Stanley Fish can still discuss theology openly down there in a way I don't think they can up here. I mean, the Christian heritage (if not the Christian faith itself) is still taken very seriously down there. But I'm still amazed that Stanley Fish, of all people, would write in such an apologetic mode.

The Bible, they tell us, contains 2,350 verses “that have to do with money and possessions.” If we attend to the lessons of these verses and learn how properly to husband the resources God has given us, we will be doing his work, for “God desires a life for us that is free of debt , and the entrapments and common pitfalls related to financial difficulties” (Cross). “The way out of debt,” Dayton teaches, “is not a declaration of bankruptcy, but surrender to the word of God.”

But in another popular Christian discourse, there is no way out of debt, and bankruptcy is the condition we are in from the moment of birth. This is a Calvinist discourse in which the language of money is allegorized. The debt we owe is owed to the God who made us in his image, an image defiled and corrupted by Adam and Eve, whose heirs in sin we all are. We may think that this unhappy inheritance could be overlain and covered by a succession of good deeds, but every deed we perform is infected by the base motives from which we cannot move one inch away. Every piece of currency we offer in payment of debt only increases it. The situation seems hopeless.

But it’s not, we are told, if we embrace bankruptcy rather than try (vainly) to extricate ourselves from it. The acknowledgment of bankruptcy and of the impossibility of working our way free of it is the beginning of wisdom.

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This economy, in which funds depleted are endlessly replenished, is underwritten by a power so great and beneficent that it turns failures into treasures. Some economists identify that power as the market and ask us to have faith in it. God might be a better candidate. (source)

For good measure he quotes the wonderful poet-priest George Herbert:

REDEMPTION.

HAVING been tenant long to a rich Lord,
Not thriving, I resolved to be bold,
And make a suit unto him, to afford
A new small-rented lease, and cancell th’ old.

In heaven at his manour I him sought :
They told me there, that he was lately gone
About some land, which he had dearly bought
Long since on earth, to take possession.

I straight return’d, and knowing his great birth,
Sought him accordingly in great resorts ;
In cities, theatres, gardens, parks, and courts :
At length I heard a ragged noise and mirth

Of theeves and murderers : there I him espied,
Who straight, Your suit is granted, said, and died.
(source)

Does that poem not make your spine tingle?

-t

Toronto Parking Tickets

The City of Toronto is struggling financially, so enforcement of parking has escalated greatly in the last two years. Normally, I'm good at avoiding the dreaded yellow slips; I either pay the meter or dash in and out.

But today I stepped into a wicked one: $250 for parking in a "fire route." You see, when I parked on that quiet residential street (Balmoral) this afternoon to dash into the hardware store, I didn't realize I was only 50 yards from the fire station. The fact that I had simply pulled up behind someone else that had parked didn't matter, either. The whole curb between the fire station and Yonge Street is a "fire route." I guess they want the extra clearance for the trucks.

So there it was on my windshield when I came back from the store. Not a mere $25 or $35 like most Toronto parking tickets, but a full $250 clams. Ouch. Nor do I think I have any real way to dispute the ticket. The signage wasn't clear, but it was present. My only consolation is that the parking enforcement officer was catching others for the same crime. Sigh.

Betsy and I are really going to have to make some sacrifices if we want to go to Istanbul this year. That means, for instance, that I'm going to have to give up alcohol for a while. Not that I'm excessive, but I do enjoy a drink or two with dinner, following the custom of my tribe. And the evening drink is one of those unnecessary luxuries that makes a difference on our monthly budget. Sigh.

-t