Excavations and Revelation
A couple of years ago Winston and I took a trip to Greece, and in every single travel book and website we were admonished to visit the Palace of Knossos… it was amazing…. it was a labyrinth… it was the home of the Minotaur… in short, not to be missed under any circumstances. We got really excited about going. We hopped into our little car, drove down 1 lane roads in Crete, got lost a couple of times, got stopped by some sheep, all to fulfill this quest.
Once there, however, we got a far different picture of what kind of excavation this really was. Basically, back in 1900, this Englishman named Arthur bought the Palace of Knossos and set about “renovating” it. I picture him walking into empty halls and rooms and imagining what it might have been. “Maybe this is where they hung their clothes”; “This hole in the floor could have been a toilet”; “This red line on the wall could have been a giant painting of a Greek goddess”. Except that after he was done imagining, he actually reconstructed the rooms according to his fantasies. We pay money to go visit this site, and unless you very carefully read all the signposts and interpret them for what they are, you might actually think that it’s the real thing. I’m petitioning to have the site renamed “Place of Arthur”, but so far the Greek government hasn’t given me the time of day.
It’s human nature to “reconstruct” history like this. We don’t like the unknown, and God gave us a vivid imagination. We take the book of Revelation, which to me at least, is incomprehensible, and we make neat little connections and with a little bit of imagination we have something that kinda sorta makes a little bit of sense. But it’s not the real thing, and we have to remember that it’s just a reconstruction.
I’m not holding out hope that I’ll ever understand Revelation. And I hope that I’ll continue to have the strength to accept the not knowing.
Once there, however, we got a far different picture of what kind of excavation this really was. Basically, back in 1900, this Englishman named Arthur bought the Palace of Knossos and set about “renovating” it. I picture him walking into empty halls and rooms and imagining what it might have been. “Maybe this is where they hung their clothes”; “This hole in the floor could have been a toilet”; “This red line on the wall could have been a giant painting of a Greek goddess”. Except that after he was done imagining, he actually reconstructed the rooms according to his fantasies. We pay money to go visit this site, and unless you very carefully read all the signposts and interpret them for what they are, you might actually think that it’s the real thing. I’m petitioning to have the site renamed “Place of Arthur”, but so far the Greek government hasn’t given me the time of day.
It’s human nature to “reconstruct” history like this. We don’t like the unknown, and God gave us a vivid imagination. We take the book of Revelation, which to me at least, is incomprehensible, and we make neat little connections and with a little bit of imagination we have something that kinda sorta makes a little bit of sense. But it’s not the real thing, and we have to remember that it’s just a reconstruction.
I’m not holding out hope that I’ll ever understand Revelation. And I hope that I’ll continue to have the strength to accept the not knowing.
