There is light at the end of the tunnel: I have almost completed the indexing, the last stage of preparation of my first book:
The Days of Genesis: A History of Christian Interpretation of the Creation Week (Blandford Forum: Deo Publishing, forthcoming).
I conclude the book with three main observations from the long and complex story of the interpretation of this seminal biblical text. I’ll spoil only one here: I find that it is the story of a trajectory, a rise and fall…meaning that Genesis 1 rises from obscurity in the consciousness of the Christian church until it, like the church itself, comes to cultural dominance in the West by about 400 CE/AD. Then it rules the Western mind for more than 1200 years, becoming the repository for all knowledge and speculation about the world, visible and invisible.
Then as the modern era unfolds, say from 1600–1900, its dominance is steadily eroded, until the 20th century sees it largely forgotten in the West, treasured only in the special place, and at the same time (or so it feels in Australia) the cultural ghetto that is the Christian church. I won’t try to explain the reasons for this here. I have to leave something in the book! But I can characterize them as a whole using a proverb spoken by Jesus:
“We played the flute for you,
and you did not dance;
we sang a dirge,
and you did not mourn.” (Matt. 11:17)
The Western world wanted Genesis 1 to be metaphysics, but it didn’t quite want to be metaphysics.
The Western world wanted Genesis 1 to be a mystical key to reality, but it didn’t really work like that.
The Western world wanted Genesis 1 to be an all-embracing philosophy, but it didn’t aim to be philosophy.
The Western world wanted Genesis 1 to be history, but it wasn’t really history in the normal sense.
The Western world wanted Genesis 1 to be science, but it wasn’t really trying to express science.
The West finally reluctantly allowed that Genesis 1 could simply be poetry, but anyone who knows how Hebrew poetry works knows plainly that Genesis 1 is not Hebrew poetry.
Genesis 1 would not dance the requested dances, and now it stands at the wall, unwanted.
An unappreciated beauty.
It had its morning, its cultural high noon, and now its long sunset.
But we stand reminded that in the seventh day, when God finally gets to rest, when the world is as it should be, there is only a morning, and no evening.
Your Kingdom come.