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Blogger Gyan said...

This account reminds me of the legends of the upper Himalayan district of Kinnaur-each village has a temple and they have stories of how their gods fought with the demons and made the valley fit for habitation.

I also note that the Schoolmen, whom you tend to deride, made precise the concepts involved in
" evil spirits which reside there".
As CS Lewis notes in Preface to Paradise Lost, a thing can be in a place (A) circumcribatively (i.e. the thing is bounded in that location) or (B) definitively (i.e the thing is there and not anywhere else, but the location does not bind the thing.
The angels and demons are in a place definitively

20 March 2012 at 06:52

Blogger Bruce Charlton said...

Re Schoolmen - if you find that explanation useful, and are happy to 'leave it at that' then fine!

But the precision comes at a cost - the cost of abstraction; and most schoolmen will not stop at that level of precision but have indeed pressed on with the project of precision, generation upon generation, for hundreds of years and no end in sight.

20 March 2012 at 11:01

Blogger Wurmbrand said...

Perhaps it was when I read St. Athanasius's Life of St. Anthony the first time that I perceived the departure into the desert of the ancient Christian monks not only as a withdrawal from the world but as an act of aggression against evil spirits.

St. Athanasius alludes to our Savior being raised on the Cross to purify the air of demons. That in itself will seem a very quaint idea to some. If there is anything in it, perhaps the raising of Church crosses in so many parts of the world had some part to play as a visible sign of the prayer to the true God that rose from the churches below and also was of some importance in the unseen warfare. But the crosses will be taken down as secularism and non-Christian religion continue their campaigns. I suppose church bells will be silenced more and more...

Still, as Grundtvig's hymn has it:

Built on the Rock the church doth stand,
Even when steeples are falling; Crumbled have spires in e’ry land, Bells still are chiming and calling;
Calling the young and old to rest, Calling the souls of men distressed,
Longing for life everlasting.

Not in our temples made with hands God, the almighty, is dwelling; High in the heav’ns his temple stands, All earthly temples excelling;
Yet he who dwells in heav’n above Deigns to abide with us in love, Making our bodies his temple.

We are God’s house of living stones, Built for his own habitation;
He fills our hearts, his humble thrones, Granting us life and salvation;
Where two or three to seek his face, He in their midst would show his grace,
Blessings upon them bestowing.

21 March 2012 at 15:29