: Jonathan Edwards conference: Beauty, Christine Dixon
I was at a Jonathan Edwards conference this weekend, which had the theme on Jonathan Edwards on Beauty in Art, Nature and God.
Beauty was central to Jonathan Edwards's theology, and, although most of what I understand of it is from listening to scholars lecture, it's something I love about his thought. He writes of God as the supremely beautifying being, constantly creating beauty. He defines beauty (he distinguished between secondary and primary beauty) as cordial consent of being to being.
I love that. If beauty is consent of being to being, it's in motion. It's in relation to others, not static.
Also, one of the speakers this weekend quoted Jonathan Edwards as saying: Beauty leads to the self transcendent and enlarging practice of virtue.
I want to go there. Self transcendent and enlarging practice of virtue. I'd love to follow paths of beauty to ask that of myself.
When we were discussing this after one of the papers, I said, "As a fat woman in a culture which denies my beauty, although I continue to assert it, I have a question about Jonathan Edwards's use of corporal beauty."
That felt good. I hadn't ever spoken as part of the group at a Jonathan Edwards' conference before; I've only been listening. I've realized, after the past two weekends, that one of the things writing and researching this novel has been about for me is integration: trying to get to more internal wholeness, and let the edges of more of the things I care about touch each other, cordially, and to find the beauty in that frission or melting or transformation or exchange.
The paper was "'The Splendour of a Constant Eternity': The Heart and Beauty in the Trinitarian Theology of Augustine of Hippo and Jonathan Edwards," and it was quite gorgeous. It was by Christine Dixon, whom I had never met, and who died on her way from Australia to deliver it at the conference. I want to say here that her work moved me very much, and, in her death, which those who knew her were visibly feeling deeply, I saw -- again -- a welling of our common humanity, everybody's, and what I can only, or anyway, want to, call, again, beauty, the beauty of someone working as hard as she can with the tools and effort and patience she can muster and the help she can find, to approach what matters most to her. To us. The beauty of working hard, too, from where I am, and, at least at this one point, to have our work meet. To be self transcendent and enlarged in the practice of virtue as we try, and keep trying, until there is a place to stop. I'll be thinking of Chris, who I did not know, and her family and friends.
I was at a Jonathan Edwards conference this weekend, which had the theme on Jonathan Edwards on Beauty in Art, Nature and God.
Beauty was central to Jonathan Edwards's theology, and, although most of what I understand of it is from listening to scholars lecture, it's something I love about his thought. He writes of God as the supremely beautifying being, constantly creating beauty. He defines beauty (he distinguished between secondary and primary beauty) as cordial consent of being to being.
I love that. If beauty is consent of being to being, it's in motion. It's in relation to others, not static.
Also, one of the speakers this weekend quoted Jonathan Edwards as saying: Beauty leads to the self transcendent and enlarging practice of virtue.
I want to go there. Self transcendent and enlarging practice of virtue. I'd love to follow paths of beauty to ask that of myself.
When we were discussing this after one of the papers, I said, "As a fat woman in a culture which denies my beauty, although I continue to assert it, I have a question about Jonathan Edwards's use of corporal beauty."
That felt good. I hadn't ever spoken as part of the group at a Jonathan Edwards' conference before; I've only been listening. I've realized, after the past two weekends, that one of the things writing and researching this novel has been about for me is integration: trying to get to more internal wholeness, and let the edges of more of the things I care about touch each other, cordially, and to find the beauty in that frission or melting or transformation or exchange.
The paper was "'The Splendour of a Constant Eternity': The Heart and Beauty in the Trinitarian Theology of Augustine of Hippo and Jonathan Edwards," and it was quite gorgeous. It was by Christine Dixon, whom I had never met, and who died on her way from Australia to deliver it at the conference. I want to say here that her work moved me very much, and, in her death, which those who knew her were visibly feeling deeply, I saw -- again -- a welling of our common humanity, everybody's, and what I can only, or anyway, want to, call, again, beauty, the beauty of someone working as hard as she can with the tools and effort and patience she can muster and the help she can find, to approach what matters most to her. To us. The beauty of working hard, too, from where I am, and, at least at this one point, to have our work meet. To be self transcendent and enlarged in the practice of virtue as we try, and keep trying, until there is a place to stop. I'll be thinking of Chris, who I did not know, and her family and friends.
