




They have divided my garments among them, and for my vesture they have cast lots.
O my God, I shall cry by day, and thou wilt not hear: and by night, and it shall not be reputed as folly in me.
But thou dwellest in the holy place, the praise of Israel.
In thee have our fathers hoped: they have hoped, and thou hast delivered them.
They cried to thee, and they were saved: they trusted in thee, and were not confounded.
But I am a worm, and no man: the reproach of men, and the outcast of the people.
All they that saw me have laughed me to scorn: they have spoken with the lips, and wagged the head.
“He hoped in the Lord, let him deliver him: let him save him, seeing he delighteth in him.”
For thou art he that hast drawn me out of the womb: my hope from the breasts of my mother.
I was cast upon thee from the womb. From my mother's womb thou art my God,
Depart not from me. For tribulation is very near: for there is none to help me.
Many calves have surrounded me: fat bulls have besieged me.
They have opened their mouths against me, as a lion ravening and roaring.
I am poured out like water; and all my bones are scattered. My heart is become like wax melting in the midst of my bowels.
My strength is dried up like a potsherd, and my tongue hath cleaved to my jaws: and thou hast brought me down into the dust of death.
For many dogs have encompassed me: the council of the malignant hath besieged me. They have dug my hands and feet.
They have numbered all my bones. And they have looked and stared upon me.
They parted my garments amongst them; and upon my vesture they cast lots.
But thou, O Lord, remove not thy help to a distance from me; look towards my defense.
Deliver, O God, my soul from the sword: my only one from the hand of the dog.
Save me from the lion's mouth; and my lowness from the horns of the unicorns.
I will declare thy name to my brethren: in the midst of the church will I praise thee.
Ye that fear the Lord, praise him: all ye the seed of Jacob, glorify him.
Let all the seed of Israel fear him: because he hath not slighted nor despised the supplication of the poor man. Neither hath he turned away his face form me: and when I cried to him he heard me.
With thee is my praise in a great church: I will pay my vows in the sight of them that fear him.
The poor shall eat and shall be filled: and they shall praise the Lord that seek him: their hearts shall live for ever and ever.
All the ends of the earth shall remember, and shall be converted to the Lord: And all the kindreds of the Gentiles shall adore in his sight.
For the kingdom is the Lord's; and he shall have dominion over the nations.
All the fat ones of the earth have eaten and have adored: all they that go down to the earth shall fall before him.
And to him my soul shall live: and my seed shall serve him.
There shall be declared to the Lord a generation to come: and the heavens shall shew forth his justice to a people that shall be born, which the Lord hath made.
They have divided my garments among them, and for my vesture they have cast lots



Matthew is connecting the Old and New Testaments, and presenting Christ as the fulfillment of Old Testament prophecy. The question, of course, is whether he is right to do so. Modern Biblical "scholars" tend to say No-- they read each Gospel as simply presenting the agenda of its particular author. Matthew is trying to convert Jews, Luke is making a political argument, John is arguing at once against the Jews and against proto-Gnostic followers of Thomas, and so on.
Of course, the orthodox position is that the incidents wherein Jesus fulfills Old Testament prophecy are exactly what they claim to be. When I was much younger, a Christian evangelist presented this to me as a reason I ought to attend his church. I thought it was nonsense. "So the Bible is right because the Bible said so?" I scoffed as only a 20 year old can scoff and departed the scene. But of course what we call "the Bible" is not a book but a collection of books, collected precisely because of their relationship to one another.
Now, of course, the perspective I've been using in these commentaries is neither the false skepticism of the modern "critic" nor the naive acceptance of the orthodox believer. But it is far closer to the latter than the former, and I'm inclined to take Matthew at his word here. If it looked like Jesus was fulfilling a prophecy, that's very likely because he was fulfilling a prophecy, and the Gospel authors recorded it as such for the obvious reason.
Fulfilled Prophecies
I want to say two more things on this topic.
The first is that in a fulfilled prophecy we have one of the best tests of religious truth you can find. The fulfilled prophecy is the religious equivalent of the accurate prediction which proves the scientific hypothesis.
On June 17, 1917, the Virgin Mary gave the following message to three children at Fatima, in Portugal:
If I didn't have a deep and abiding love for the Christian religion, I wouldn't be writing these posts. That much should be obvious. That said, Christianity has a problem, and it's one that it shares with the other Abrahamic faiths, for the most part. To understand that problem, let's go back to the nuclear power plant.
Suppose that when the plant was built, the Board of Safety demanded that the town use it as its only source of energy. When some people refused, the employees went out and destroyed every coal-fired power plant, every hydroelectric plant, every windmill and solar panel they could get their hands on. After that, the Board of Safety insisted that nuclear was the only possible source of energy, that no other energy source existed, and that any claims by anyone to have produced energy from any source other than nuclear was a lie. Several other nuclear plants were built, but after a few centuries, rivalries grew up between the different Board of Safety. So that now, each Board of Safety insists not only that nuclear is the only possible source of energy, but that its own plant is the only possible source of nuclear energy. Other nuclear plants are schismatic frauds, which only seem to produce energy to the foolish or malicious.
In such a situation, it would become impossible to determine whether a plant was working or not, because it could no longer be tested. If Plant B seemed to be producing enough energy that people in the surrounding territory could turn the lights on in their homes, what of it? We already know that Plant B is a schismatic power plant, and Plant A is the only true nuclear power plant. So the idea that nuclear power allows people to turn lights on is merely a superstition. In fact, it's probably pure paganism, since those wicked people who make use of coal-fired power plants make similar claims. No, the proper way to judge a nuclear power plant is whether it adheres to the same Manual of Safety Procedures yours does-- or whether it's obedient to your Board of Safety-- anything else is mere superstition.
The Circle is Unbroken
Much of CHristianity, then, is in a similar state to the Judaism of Jesus's day, with the added difficulty that many churches not only cannot judge the efficacy of their practices, they have in fact prohibited themselves from doing so! Indeed, much of Christianity largely consists of people going to the defunct nuclear power plant every Sunday to share coffee and sandwiches in the old cafeteria.
This is why I say that we can always judge the conditions of our own souls, as the soul is the sum total of our thoughts, emotions, and actions. If we fail to do so, we wind up like Pharisees, performing actions we don't understand for reasons we've never known, or else we wind up treating spiritual practices as if they didn't matter at all.







But something changed over the course of the weeks that followed. I'd spent the previous several years drunk most of the time and glued to a computer much of the rest; I won't tell you how I spent the remainder of my time, but I'll note that in the AmeriCorps organizations I worked for the gender-balance was skewed heavily in my favor. I was, in other words, a creature driven entirely by passion and vice. Now I find myself sleeping on the ground on a mountainside, working 9-10 hours a day digging trails. I had no access to bars or booze or even coffee, or to any computer or even a cell phone. (This took place during those last glorious years before smartphones became ubiquitous; my cell phone's battery died on the first day and I had no opportunity to charge it for a month and a half.)
And in that time, I found that I was slowly stitching myself back together. I reconnected to my body, which I'd become totally detached from during the preceding years. And I reconnected to my spirituality, which had always been nature-oriented-- I grew up in a rural area and spent my childhood roaming the woods, nor did I ever believe the absurdity that the Sun, the sky, the winds and the waters were dead and lifeless. Finally, at the end of 5 weeks, I spent 24 hours alone in the wilderness with just a small bag of food, a book of matches, a pen and a notebook.








For he who would proceed aright in this matter should begin in youth to visit beautiful forms; and first, if he be guided by his instructor aright, to love one such form only—out of that he should create fair thoughts; and soon he will of himself perceive that the beauty of one form is akin to the beauty of another; and then if beauty of form in general is his pursuit, how foolish would he be not to recognize that the beauty in every form is the same! And when he perceives this he will abate his violent love of the one, which he will despise and deem a small thing, and will become a lover of all beautiful forms; in the next stage he will consider that the beauty of the mind is more honourable than the beauty of the outward form. So that if a virtuous soul have but a little comeliness, he will be content to love and tend him, and will search out and bring to the birth thoughts which may improve the young, until he is compelled to contemplate and see the beauty of institutions and laws, and to understand that the beauty of them all is of one family, and that personal beauty is a trifle; and after laws and institutions he will go on to the sciences, that he may see their beauty, being not like a servant in love with the beauty of one youth or man or institution, himself a slave mean and narrow-minded, but drawing towards and contemplating the vast sea of beauty, he will create many fair and noble thoughts and notions in boundless love of wisdom; until on that shore he grows and waxes strong, and at last the vision is revealed to him of a single science, which is the science of beauty everywhere. To this I will proceed; please to give me your very best attention:
He who has been instructed thus far in the things of love, and who has learned to see the beautiful in due order and succession, when he comes toward the end will suddenly perceive a nature of wondrous beauty (and this, Socrates, is the final cause of all our former toils)—a nature which in the first place is everlasting, not growing and decaying, or waxing and waning; secondly, not fair in one point of view and foul in another, or at one time or in one relation or at one place fair, at another time or in another relation or at another place foul, as if fair to some and foul to others, or in the likeness of a face or hands or any other part of the bodily frame, or in any form of speech or knowledge, or existing in any other being, as for example, in an animal, or in heaven, or in earth, or in any other place; but beauty absolute, separate, simple, and everlasting, which without diminution and without increase, or any change, is imparted to the ever-growing and perishing beauties of all other things. He who from these ascending under the influence of true love, begins to perceive that beauty, is not far from the end. And the true order of going, or being led by another, to the things of love, is to begin from the beauties of earth and mount upwards for the sake of that other beauty, using these as steps only, and from one going on to two, and from two to all fair forms, and from fair forms to fair practices, and from fair practices to fair notions, until from fair notions he arrives at the notion of absolute beauty, and at last knows what the essence of beauty is.

